One inch loyalty

Chapter 34

However, the most energetic among them immediately wanted to untie the compass and end up fighting Yu Yan alone.

But among the disciples, there are also a few thoughtful people.

Even though these young heroes were a little moved in their hearts, they still kept their expressions on their faces. They discussed quietly with the leading disciples: "Senior brother, be careful that this evil cultivator has taken a lot of money away from Lord Luan after forming the contract. It is a supernatural treasure, and it will be used to plot against us when we fight..."

The leading disciple listened with a half-smile, but thought that these juniors were overwhelmed, they couldn't tell that this person only had foundation building skills, no battle on his sword, no lines on his clothes, he was very poor inside and out.

But he thought again following what his junior brother said, and suddenly figured out a very relieved way to deal with it——

What this evil cultivator is asking for is nothing more than wanting to gamble with Qingluan, among the many elite disciples in Wanxia Mountain, choose a disciple who has a similar level of cultivation to compete with him one-on-one.

According to this calculation, if he really fights alone, the evil cultivator will naturally be overjoyed; if he really bets on winning or losing with Qingluan, the evil cultivator will naturally be extremely happy.

So, what if I guessed this person's mind right, but didn't make him get what he wanted?

If you want to bully the few with more, wouldn't you be very relieved?

The leading disciple had made up his mind, so he sneered twice, held his right hand to block the fellow disciple who was waiting to fight, and performed the sound transmission technique, spreading his voice far away like Yu Yan, and raised his voice to refute: "What chance? Fellow Taoists, have you forgotten that I burned incense and prayed at Wanxia Mountain, and made a pact with Qingluan Immortal Jinkou Yuyan. Lord Luan will protect Wanxia Mountain for 300 years, and it has only been a few years now? It is really a chance. We have to wait until 300 years later!"

These Wanxia Mountain disciples are different from Yu Yan, standing among others, they have a high-spirited demeanor; if they don't speak a word, they are already full of demeanor; now the first disciple Jinkou opened his mouth, but with only a few words, he overwhelmed casual cultivators The voices of discussion suddenly stopped.

The leader's disciple rebuked him boldly, then turned his head, and ordered the disciples of Wanxia Mountain: "Everyone, listen up, this evil cultivator has damaged the luck of my sect for 300 years. He came to invite a battle. How can the disciples in my sect avoid it?" It’s just that he probably hides a lot of high-grade magic weapons that deceive Lord Luan in his hands. In the battle, life and death are hard to predict. If any of you are afraid of death, don’t fight!”

After these impassioned speeches, there was a disciple of Wanxia Mountain who didn't quite understand at first, with a look of panic on his face, and the people around him winked at him, and then they understood.

Dozens of disciples present all put their hands on their weapons, and none of them retreated.

Seeing everything in his eyes, Yu Yan couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing loudly.

The court was full of masters of Chu Chu, he stood alone in the continuous rain, bowed his body and held his belly, leaned forward and back together, laughed until he was out of breath, showing an upside-down madness, Fang laughed and scolded: "I am alone, I want to be with so many immortal elders present , compare them all?"

He looked up at the black dome above his head, and watched the rain fall on his eyebrows, eyelashes, and eyes, trying to discern the orbit of the heavens and the movement of the stars, and asked with a sneer: "It's you who stopped me!" ? Called so many immortals, one by one to 'contest' with me?"

On the Wanxia Mountain disciple's side, hearing Yu Yan pretending to be laughing and cursing wildly, the killing intent in his heart became even more intense.

A Wanxia Mountain disciple with the youngest bone age and the most mediocre cultivation on the field immediately took off his saber and threw it on the ground.

The long sword was stabbed obliquely into the ground, three points into the soil, and as the disciple poured mana, a bright light burst out from the sword, cutting across the rain curtain, and suddenly condensed into a splendid arena six feet wide and four feet high.

The arena is surrounded by turbid light, with clear light as the walls, and the famous sword in the center is caged far away, like a crystal cage.

This person had finished catalyzing the arena, and before the casual cultivators could cry out in alarm, another disciple of Wanxia Mountain threw another famous sword a few meters away, and the sword was hanging in the air even further. High above, a second arena suddenly formed in the air.

The other disciples then threw their swords again, and there was a ring in the air again.

Every handy weapon adds a new layer to the height.

When it was the turn of the disciples of the inner sect, besides precious knives and famous swords, the weapons they threw were also extraordinary piccolos, flutes, jade pens and Zhuqin... Each and every natal weapon was a crystal-clear ring on a high place.

After all the disciples had finished throwing in order, they each performed light body exercises, swept up to where the weapons were, and firmly guarded the first floor of the ring.

The layers of the arena are transparent, as if a brilliant and exquisite pagoda has been created out of thin air. Even people who live in the long night will mistakenly think that the sky is bright when they see this scene.

This kind of martial arts formation was unheard of among casual cultivators present.

Yu Yan was also trembling in his heart. His smiling eyes were like stars, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He looked up with his hands behind his back, trying to seriously guess how high the ring was...

But the disciples on the first floor of the ring urged them loudly: "Brother, although my cultivation level is low, I am willing to accept the long tassel!"

The disciple holding the restraint compass in the high place nodded lightly when he heard the sound. He had already activated the restraint, and insisted on manipulating Yu Yan's siblings, stumbling, step by step, into the ring by himself.

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Yu Xianchang walked, sneered and laughed, and stood on the ring, cut off by the thick light wall, showing more and more madness.

He didn't look at the opponent for a long time, and when his hands and feet were restrained, he just pulled out his copper coin and iron sword with his backhand, placed it in front of his eyes, and sized it up carefully.

The old sword was soaked in rainwater, and water droplets rolled from the blade.

After Yu Xianchang took a look, he couldn't help but put his hand on the hilt of his sword and wiped it back and forth on his sleeve.

But his sleeves were also wet, and the ends of his hair were dripping water. He wiped the sword blade several times, but the winding water traces could not be completely wiped off.

The disciple of Wanxia Mountain who was facing him, even though his aptitude was ordinary, also had the cultivation base of Dzogchen Foundation Establishment. After being left aside for a long time by Yu Yan, his heart was filled with shock and anger, and he said angrily: "Evil cultivator, you have done countless evils, the way of heaven is difficult!" Forgive me. It would be a waste of effort to delay it now!"

As soon as the words fell, the disciple had already taken the saber in the eye of the array in his hand.

For a moment, every ray of golden light and auspicious energy on the light wall of the arena echoed this sword from afar; thousands of golden and silver threads were connected with this sword's sword energy.

Even the casual cultivators who were watching the battle couldn't help but applaud when they saw the famous sword entangled with thousands of golden lights, almost like a sword attracting thunder.

Seeing the disciple's long sword attacking, the sword was like cold water, and the light was like a skylight, Yu Yan finally regained his composure, and said silently in his heart: Feiguang, Feiguang... just a moment.

——If it hurts, bear with it for a while.

— Just bear it for a while.

——I am not willing, and I am extremely reluctant... There is really no way.

If not a last resort.

Not willing to make such a bad move.

Yu Yan's mind turned violently, and the tip of the sword of recovery was already on the verge of imminent.

At this time of life and death, his crooked smiling eyes finally showed a tinge of scarlet malice, and there was no longer any trace of wildness and coquettishness.

As the long sword stabbed at him, Yu Yan only had time to tilt his head slightly.

The cold blade cut across his side face, from forehead to jaw.

As soon as the disciple succeeded in the move, his face was full of color, and he was about to take a closer look at the color of Yu Yan's skin after his skin was torn apart——

But the next moment, he suddenly froze.

Fortunately, Yu Xianchang stood where he was, his expression was neither painful nor itchy, and his face was not damaged at all.

Before the disciple blinked and realized what was going on, the iron sword in Yu Yan's hand also moved.

The copper coin and iron sword was filled with spiritual power in Yu Yan's whole body. Taking advantage of the close distance between the two of them, the sword pierced through the disciple's lower abdomen and pierced through the back.

The scalding blood splashed on Yu Xianchang's dripping old sword, leaving only a faint blush.

Such a sudden change is unpredictable.

Before the onlookers could exclaim in surprise, Yu Yan swung the sword on the skin and threw it into the empty arena. With a little force, he broke into the second-floor Mingguang arena.

The disciple on the stage was still thinking about the life and death of his fellow disciples, and when he saw Yu Yan coming with his sword in hand, he hurriedly drew the sword with his eyes and pointed at Yu Yan's throat...

But Yu Yan didn't avoid it. When this Wanxia Mountain disciple pierced his throat with a long sword, the iron sword in Yu Yan's hand also pierced his stomach.

The two sides have used ultimate moves, but Yu Xianchang is still unscathed.

He gasped for a moment, took half a step back, tried his best to stand still, pulled out his long sword vigorously, and swept towards the third floor of the ring.

When he jumped onto a new stage of the ring, there was a rain of blood splashing under his feet, and there was a muffled sound of his body falling to the ground.

The disciples of the third level were at a slightly higher level, caught off guard, and fought Yu Yan for several rounds, and then once used Qi to control the sword, not daring to call Yu Yan close.

But this evil cultivator seemed to know Wanxia Mountain's sword moves.

Every sword he made seemed to be fighting with Yu Yan.

Yu Yan's counterattack style pointed directly at the weak point of the sword move.

That's right, evil cultivator... Headmaster of Wuxia Mountain...

The disciple was in a panic, seeing Yu Yan's bullying getting closer and closer, his sword moves changed rapidly, arousing vertical and horizontal sword energy, forming a formidable sword net, trying to protect the vital parts of his body.

But Yu Yan actually pierced his ordinary iron sword into this person's chest with the cold light of sword shadows.

When Yu Yan pulled out the iron sword, he couldn't help telling himself softly: It's too slow.

It was just too slow.

Feiguang will hurt...

Yu Yan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and when he opened them again, the color of his pupils suddenly turned scarlet... But there was a faint layer of water mist in his eye sockets.

He seemed to have a strong killing intent, and he seemed to be about to cry.

Before outsiders could see clearly, Immortal Yu had already summoned up all his energy and rushed to the upper floor. The human sword came out like a dragon, and after a short fight, he picked off the guarding disciple, and the iron sword drank new blood again.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Yu Yan went up again with his sword and picked another person.

Then go up to the next level and pick another person.

After breaking through the eight-level arena in such a way, all the outer disciples who had not reached Jindan in Wanxia Mountain were all picked and fell by the sword by Yu Yan.

On the copper coin and iron sword, there were streaks of light crimson water, which turned from light to thick, and finally turned into a streak of scarlet.

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At this time, the rest of the Wanxia Mountain disciples are still willing to "fight alone".