si-mexico Chapter 60 You Lost
Chapter 60 You Lost
A handkerchief was handed to Ye Qianqian.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, don't cry! It makes it seem like I've bullied you." Xie Wanning smiled, "Are you going to say, 'My relationship with those senior and junior brothers is just friendship; we were just helping each other out. I didn't intend to disrupt the fairness of the competition; I just really wanted to inherit the sword path.'"
Ye Qianqian's tears welled up in her eyes; she hadn't expected Xie Wanning to say everything she wanted to say.
"I didn't..." Ye Qianqian hurriedly explained, but was interrupted by Xie Wanning.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, are you saying that you didn't force your senior brothers and junior brothers to block the attacks for you? Those senior brothers and junior brothers all voluntarily blocked the attacks for you, is that right?" Xie Wanning raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the male disciples below the arena whose faces were ashen.
They were heartbroken when they saw Ye Qianqian crying, and their resentment towards Xie Wanning intensified.
Xie Wanning ignored their expressions and asked calmly, "You gave up the opportunity to inherit the sword path in order to help a junior sister. Is it really worth it? You are all fellow disciples of Fellow Daoist Ye. In her heart, are you comparable to Fellow Daoist Song?"
"It's truly a double loss. We not only failed to improve our cultivation, but we're also just used as human shields. The cultivation world is truly 'honored' to have you all." Ignoring the flushed faces of those people, Xie Wanning turned to face Ye Qianqian.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, let's have a fair competition! You won't need anyone's help, and I won't use physical techniques; I'll fight you solely based on swordsmanship." Xie Wanning's face showed no smugness as she twirled her sword in a standard flourish: "I've also learned quite a bit of swordsmanship during the previous match, and I'm determined to have this swordsmanship inheritance."
Xie Wanning nodded to Wei Changsheng, indicating that she was ready.
Ye Qianqian felt a chill all over her body, and her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
After taking the pill, Song Huai'an recovered immediately. He held the Golden Cloud Sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with intense anger.
He is the senior disciple of Qingyun Sect, and besides Yan Ze, he is the best swordsman. How could he lose to an unknown body cultivator?
"The competition begins!" Wei Changsheng shouted.
moment.
Three figures sped out like lightning.
Song Huai'an moved like lightning, his long sword transforming into a silver streak that pierced the sky, its sword energy sweeping across the battlefield as it swiftly flew towards Xie Wanning.
Ye Qianqian moved with the agility of a swallow, her silver sword dancing, dozens of blades flying out instantly, like nimble birds, piercing towards Xie Wanning.
Xie Wanning was surrounded by sword blades, trapping her and leaving her no chance to escape.
The golden and blue blades intertwined, and Xie Wanning was like prey caught in a spider web, her life hanging by a thread.
Xie Wanning raised her eyes, her sword moving swiftly, the speed of her strikes impossible to discern. A massive blade swiftly cleaved through the air, shattering a dozen or so blades flying towards her simultaneously.
Xie Wanning leaped lightly, her figure like a streak of light, and in an instant she arrived in front of Ye Qianqian.
"Take this!" Xie Wanning shouted.
The longsword in her hand shone brightly, resembling a bright moon suspended in the air. As she swung the sword, a silver-white blade, carrying an imposing chill, slashed fiercely towards Ye Qianqian.
Ye Qianqian was startled and quickly used her sword to block the attack with difficulty.
Unexpectedly, Xie Wanning's sword blades were like snowflakes in the cold winter, and dozens of blades instantly struck Ye Qianqian.
Ye Qianqian was no match for Xie Wanning and was kicked out of the arena, where she fainted.
Almost instantly, no one saw what happened. They only heard a thud as Ye Qianqian fell to the ground, covered in blood.
"Junior sister Ye!"
"flourishing!"
Anxious wails rang out as Ye Qianqian was fed a pill, and only then did the bleeding stop.
"Xu Weilin!" Song Huai'an rushed forward in a rage, gripping the Golden Cloud Sword tightly with both hands, and thrust it forward with overwhelming force.
Xie Wanning blocked Song Huai'an's sword with one hand and heard his angry roar.
"This was just a normal competition, why did you try to kill Junior Sister Ye?"
Xie Wanning frowned, looking at Song Huai'an, whose eyes were bloodshot with rage, with a look of disgust.
She deflected Song Huai'an's attack with a flick of her sword.
Before Song Huai'an could react, a cold sword was pressed against his throat, and he could even feel warm liquid gushing from his neck.
"I am not a disciple of any righteous path. My only goal is the inheritance of the sword path. Anyone who dares to stand in my way will be killed. Song Huai'an, you can forget about taking the sword path inheritance away!"
Song Huai'an felt a deep fear; the scent of death permeated his heart.
Having always been protected by his sect, Song Huai'an had never felt the sense of crisis from anyone else except when facing spirit beasts.
The identity of being from the Qingyun Sect is very useful, but it doesn't work in front of Xie Wanning.
"Take your sword and keep fighting." Xie Wanning sheathed her sword and took a few steps back.
She could indeed kill Song Huai'an, but it was unnecessary and too troublesome. Although she couldn't figure out where the overwhelming hatred in her heart came from, killing indiscriminately would affect her cultivation and easily breed inner demons. She wouldn't let unworthy people hinder her progress in cultivation.
Song Huai'an picked up his sword and came to his senses.
He suppressed his fear and gripped the sword even tighter.
He was surrounded by countless golden swords, forming a golden dragon that flew menacingly toward Xie Wanning.
Xie Wanning cut a sword blade as tall as three people, cleaving the dragon in two.
The flying swords dispersed and circled around Xie Wanning, as if she were in the middle of a sword formation, with countless swords flying swiftly.
Xie Wanning recalled the Sword Inquiry Cliff, and found that this sword formation was eight parts similar to the sword formation of the Sword Inquiry Cliff.
With her hands behind her back, Xie Wanning moved freely through the sword formation, her figure ghostly and unseen.
At this moment, all the swords flew into the sky, forming a giant sword that struck straight at Xie Wanning.
The giant sword looked menacing, as if it wanted to devour people.
Xie Wanning smiled subtly, no longer dodging the giant sword.
Just when everyone thought Xie Wanning was bound to lose, Xie Wanning waved her right hand, and a cold, powerful sword blade met the giant sword in the sky.
In an instant, a cracking sound resounded in everyone's ears, and a blinding light appeared before their eyes, forcing them to close them.
When they opened their eyes again, they found that there was a large pit in the middle of the original arena, and the area around the pit and the ceiling of the secret room were filled with ice.
In the middle of the pit, Xie Wanning's sword pierced Song Huai'an's shoulder, while Song Huai'an's Golden Cloud Sword lay abandoned two meters away from them.
what happened?
"Fellow Daoist Song, you have lost." Xie Wanning withdrew her sword, wiped it clean, and put it back in her storage bag.
Song Huai'an, however, seemed to have his soul drained away, standing motionless with unfathomable eyes.
Just now, taking advantage of the moment when the greatsword and the blade collided, he raised his sword and thrust it at Xu Weilin in the middle of the arena.
Even though Xu Weilin had her back to him at that time, and even though his speed had already exceeded his usual fastest speed.
However, just when he thought he had succeeded, Xu Weilin turned around.
That look in his eyes seemed to say: You've finally arrived.
Before Song Huai'an could react, the sword in his hand was knocked aside, and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.
However, Song Huai'an felt as if his heart had been struck by lightning.
As a sword cultivator, he even had his sword knocked away by someone who was just a body cultivator who didn't understand swordsmanship and could only swing his sword randomly.
Song Huai'an felt as if he were being trampled in the mud, with no power to fight back.
Finally, it was the disciples of Qingyun Sect who brought the unconscious Song Huai'an off the stage and helped him retrieve his Golden Cloud Sword.
"The winner of the first match is Xu Weilin!"
Wei Changsheng gave Xie Wanning an appreciative look, then called out:
"The second competition, the alchemy competition, will begin in one incense stick's time. Disciples who wish to participate, please proceed to the arena."
The arena had been restored to its original state, and Xia Mengqi walked onto the stage with her head held high and chest out.