Chapter 89 Jealousy After Chen Xian consolidated his cultivation, he began to comprehend the [Wind and Thunder Sword Technique] while there was still this sword technique is extremely powerful, it is still at the subtle level. I have no idea about that state of mind. "How can I practice my skills to the state of mind?" He muttered to himself, holding the knife in one hand. The panel cannot elevate his techniques to the state of mind; it all depends on comprehension, so he can only figure it out on his own. No energy was mobilized, just simple swordsmanship. Chen Xian closed his eyes slightly and practiced the [Wind and Thunder Sword Technique] over and over again. His knife skills are extremely subtle and skillful. Even without Yuanli, the long sword rolled up the air, causing a strong whistling sound and even the sound of thunder. in this way. Chen Xian practiced the [Wind and Thunder Sword Technique] fifty-six times without distraction. The subtle sword energy shot out sharply, but he still had no idea about the state of mind.
Chen Xian didn't stop practicing until Pei Menglong came to call him for breakfast. "I think I have worked very hard, but compared with you, it's really nothing." Pei Menglong shook his head helplessly, not caring about Chen Xian's extremely strong strength at such a young age. With such great talent and hard work, how can he not be strong? The Chinese military tent. On the training ground, the competition arena had already been set up. When Chen Xian and others arrived, Tang Can, Nangong Yan, Cheng Feng and others had already arrived and were standing in formation behind their respective generals. Chen Xian also appeared behind Li Jinghu with Pei Menglong and others. Li Jinghu sat upright on the chair and glanced at Chen Xian, Pei Menglong and the other nine. "Those of you who want to participate in the competition, sit in the front." He said calmly. Chen Xian and others nodded and walked towards the row of seats. Ding Chen, Wang Yan, Li Fei and others could only stand behind and watch. On the periphery were the demon-suppressing soldiers of the First Battalion of the Ninth Army. More than ten thousand of them were divided into ten small teams and stood there to watch the competition. After Chen Xian and others sat down. The general Bao Guanlong stood up, glanced around, and spoke in a deep voice. His voice was not loud, but tens of thousands of people could hear it clearly. "In the Demon-Suppressing Competition, no one's status is considered, only strength is considered. Participants, even if they are captains or lieutenants meeting generals, do not need to have any psychological concerns and can compete as they wish." "If one side admits defeat, the other side will not be able to make any more moves." "The most important thing is not to kill." "I don't care what personal grudges you have. Once you get to the border, if the commander-in-chief allows you, you can fight privately."
"General, this is a competition for the Demon Suppression Conference, not a place for you to settle personal grudges." "There aren't many rules. Just remember the key points. I won't say much else. Let's get started." After he finished speaking, Bao Guanlong sat down. At this time, a relatively young lieutenant general stood up, holding a booklet in his hand. He swept a sharp gaze over the crowd and said, "I, General Li Luoming, will preside over this competition." "The first match is between Du Chun and Li Xuewu!" As the voice of Lieutenant General Li Luoming fell, a young man in silver armor walked out of the first camp. He was about 27 or 28 years old. It was Du Chunyi. A young man with a dark complexion walked out from behind Li Jinghu. He looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. His name was Li Xuewu. He was the Major General of the Tenth Battalion who was in charge of suppressing demons. He was also wearing silver armor. Chen Xian took a quick glance and saw that Du Chunyi had achieved perfect flying skills, while Li Xuewu had achieved minor success in flying skills. He could tell who was stronger at a glance. "Du Chunyi!" "Li Xuewu!" After the two men exchanged greetings on the ring, Du Chun glanced at Li Xuewu with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Sword, spear, fist, or palm, you can choose whatever you want!" Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows: "Fist." Upon hearing this, Du Chunyi didn't waste any words and immediately adopted the [Big Stone Smashing Hand] stance, and his Yuanli rolled out in an instant. Li Xuewu also took up his stance. Chen Xian watched calmly, and he found that Li Xuewu must have practiced more than just the [Big Stone Smashing Hand], but also other fist and palm skills. Bang! The two collided instantly. As Chen Xian expected, in addition to the [Great Stone Smashing Hand], Li Xuewu also practiced at least two other fist and palm skills, both of which were extremely powerful. Du Chunyi only practiced the [Big Stone Smashing Hand], and he practiced it to a very subtle level, so each of his palm strikes was incredibly powerful. Coupled with the blessing of his cultivation level, even though Li Xuewu mastered three types of boxing and kicking skills, he was still suppressed by Du Chunyi. The competition between the two was still very exciting. Their figures kept colliding and flashing on the ring. People with poor eyesight could not keep up with their speed at all. bang bang bang... As the fight went on, the gap in Li Xuewu's realm became apparent, and he was suppressed by Du Chun to the point of being unable to breathe. Oh! Ouch! Li Xuewu's face turned red, and he could only unleash the [Vajra Dragon Elephant Art] Vajra Dragon Elephant Phantom. Chen Xian could tell at a glance that he had only achieved a minor level of success in the Dragon Elephant Realm. Du Chunyi also activated the Vajra Dragon Elephant Shadow, reaching the Dragon Elephant Realm and suppressing Li Xuewu again. After a while, Li Xuewu was suppressed at the edge of the ring. No matter how he moved, he could not stand in the center of the ring. Finally, Du Chun used his "Sweeping Mountains and Rivers" move to knock him out of the ring. Wow! Thunderous applause suddenly broke out on the training ground. Li Xuewu, who was standing under the ring, had a red face. He didn't expect to lose in the first match. It was really embarrassing.
But he also knew that he was defeated because of the gap in realm. He walked up to Li Jinghu unwillingly and bowed his head slightly: "General!" Li Jinghu didn't care. He waved his hand and said, "One failure doesn't prove anything. Sit down." "It's the general!" Li Xuewu seemed to be encouraged, his mood improved instantly, and he walked towards his seat. "Du Chun wins!" There was thunderous applause again. Li Luoming continued: "The competition continues. The second match is between Yu Fenglin and Zhang Benlei." Behind Li Jinghu, Yu Fenglin stood up indifferently and walked towards the stage. On the other side, behind General Liao Wencheng, a burly man strode out. Although his momentum was not as great as that of General Tu Fei, he was also quite powerful and rushed onto the stage like thunder. "Zhang Benlei!" His voice was like thunder. Yu Fenglin glanced at him disdainfully and said in a cold voice: "Yu Fenglin! You can choose any of the swords, spears, fists or palms!" "I choose the knife!" Zhang Benlei said in a deep voice. Yu Fenglin had no objection and picked up a prepared straight knife from the edge of the ring. Zhang Benlei did the same. Then the two men swung their swords and collided with each other. Yu Fenglin has achieved a small success in flying skills, and Zhang Benlei has also achieved a small success in flying skills. The two are at the same level, but their cultivation methods are different. Before coming to Zhenyao Pass, Yu Fenglin practiced two kinds of family skills, one was [Yutian Gong]. After coming to Zhenyao Pass, he practiced [Bull Demon Golden Body Skill] and [Vajra Dragon Elephant Skill]. Zhang Benlei only has one martial art, [Bull Demon Golden Body Art], but he has practiced at least three sword techniques, and has mastered all three. Although his sword energy is not very detailed, its power is as strong as his name, and the sound is like thunder. Yu Fenglin’s swordsmanship is indeed very sophisticated and stronger than Zhang Benlei’s. Zhang Benlei relied on his thunderous strength to fight fiercely with Yu Fenglin. But in the end, Zhang Benlei, who practiced one technique, was defeated by Yu Fenglin, who practiced four techniques. "Yufeng Lin wins!" There was thunderous applause at the scene. Li Luoming continued: "The competition continues, the third match is Chen Xian versus Wang Chenghai." Hearing Chen Xian's name, Zong Rantong, who was sitting behind Bao Guanlong, opened his eyes slightly, looked around with a sharp gaze, and saw a young man in black armor standing up behind Li Jinghu. "He is Chen Xian?" Zong Ran looked over, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes.
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