Chapter 62 Sword Intent

Those sword qi were also changing direction under Diao Yayun's control, and the target was Mo Yang.

Seeing the sword energy rushing towards him, Mo Yang knew that there was no way he could hide.

It's just that he understands better that if he fights hard, I'm afraid this battle will be over.

"no solution anymore……"

With a low chanting, Mo Yang's figure swept up.

"The blue sky sets the sun!"

The third form of the Qingyun swordsmanship, Qingyun sets the sun.

One falls to the sky, two falls to the ground, and three falls to the sky!

One form is divided into three forms, and the three swords are swung out in unison.

ding ding ding...

Three moves in a row, the powerful sword energy rushed to the front like a falling meteor.

Such a strong impact crushed the dense sword energy, and the strands of sword energy changed direction and flew towards the surroundings of the ring.

swish swish...

Two figures galloped out, stood on both sides of the arena, and dissipated the remaining sword energy with a wave.

At the same time, Diao Yayun took another step forward, and the endless sword energy flew out of the sky again, heading straight for Mo Yang.

"I'll see how many sword qi you can block from me!"

Diao Yayun snorted coldly, and the blue-patterned long sword spun again, with unstoppable sword energy.

Kaka...

At the same time, on the other side, Mo Yang swung his long sword, constantly blocking the sword energy of Diao Yayun's sword, but the sword energy was too much.

For a while, even if Mo Yang used Qingyun Sunset again, he couldn't completely resist it.

"waste!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of shouting, Diao Yayun stepped on the ring, the ground cracked open, and his figure floated lightly like a flying swallow, and his long sword came straight out, stabbing at Mo Yang's chest.

But at this moment, Mo Yang's whole body was guarding against the endless sword energy around him, how could he guard against Diao Yayun's attack, he could only watch the long sword stabbing him.

puff……

In the end, there was a popping sound, and blood bloomed like a rose. The long sword pierced through Mo Yang's chest, and the blood flowed unstoppably.

A puff sounded again, and Diao Yayun pulled out his long sword mercilessly, bringing up a spray of blood.

The outcome is clear!

Plop!

Mo Yang's face was pale, the surrounding sword energy slapped him mercilessly, and the surface of his body was split like a spider's web.

It was a terrifying scar caused by strands of sword energy.

Blood was spitting from the corner of Mo Yang's mouth, and he knelt on the ground, wanting to say something, but he couldn't move.

With a single stab at the vital point, coupled with the killing of hundreds of sword qi, he was already on the verge of death.

"Mentor, aren't you ready to announce the result?" Diao Yayun said indifferently, "I think the outcome is already clear!"

That's right, the outcome is already clear.

Even if Mo Yang survived against the sky, he would only be in the fourth level of strong breathing state. Facing Diao Yayun, who is a genius at the sixth level of pulse condensing state, he has no hope at all.

"The third game..."

"Wait!"

Suddenly, when the instructor couldn't bear to see Mo Yang's bruised appearance, and was about to announce the result, a shout suddenly rang out.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Suddenly, Mo Yang, who looked sluggish, let out a loud shout, and blood spewed out of his mouth.

Gradually, he straightened his knees, held a long sword, and stood up from the ground step by step.

"I can still fight, I haven't lost yet!"

Almost after saying a word, Mo Yang couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his complexion became a little fairer.

"Things that don't know how to live or die!" Diao Yayun sneered and said, "I don't know what heart-breaking pills your pastor gave you, are you as desperate as a lunatic?"

"Then I'll let you see who is a genius and who is a waste!"

Diao Yayun smiled grimly, held a long sword, and stepped forward: "Since you don't admit defeat, then I will disable your arm so that you can't hold the sword. I see if you still admit defeat!"

When the sword came out, Diao Yayun's figure flashed, and the blue-patterned long sword approached the handle of Mo Yang holding the sword, intending to cut off that palm.

"call……"

But at this moment, Mo Yang exhaled slightly, and stood there, motionless.

"What is this guy doing? Begging to die?"

"Who knows, he is not an opponent, but he is still unwilling to admit defeat. This guy really can't figure it out!"

"I think Muyun really can't bear this face. I guess they have been ordered to die before the game. They can only die and not lose!"

Seeing Mo Yang standing there like a fool, surrounded by many students, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

This match was doomed from the very beginning, and Mo Yang would definitely lose.

"kill!"

With a low shout, Diao Yayun moved forward holding the sword, unstoppable.

"kill!"

In an instant, when Diao Yayun was about to approach Mo Yang, Mo Yang's eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp aura suddenly appeared.

Ding……

puff……

Two voices sounded suddenly at the next moment, and at this moment, the scene was instantly silent.

"ah……"

At the next moment, there was a bang, the long sword fell to the ground, and a scream suddenly sounded.

Diao Yayun kept clutching his right wrist with his left hand, and blood gushed out, soaking the floor of the ring.

what happened?

Why was Diao Yayun suddenly cut off at the wrist?

Seeing Diao Yayun lying on the ring, crying, and a group of students, they stayed where they were.

"Sword intent!"

Suddenly, among the crowd, a mentor exclaimed, stood up involuntarily, looked at Mo Yang, dumbfounded.

"Sword intent?"

Hearing the mentor's shout, there was a burst of exclamation among the students.

The so-called sword intent is a warrior's ultimate understanding of the sword and swordsmanship. When a warrior comprehends an extreme state of the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, which will lead to a warrior's supernatural understanding of swordsmanship. uncommon understanding.

Sword intent is extremely terrifying.

If it is said that in the entire Nanyun Empire, there is not one warrior in a million who can become a craftsman.

Then the swordsmen who can comprehend the sword intent are even rarer!

Once a swordsman comprehends the sword intent, it is destined. In this life, he is definitely a peerless sword god, so terrifying, needless to say.

Just now, Mo Yang's sword was infinitely replicating the one that Muyun had practiced for him back then.

He always remembered what Muyun said.

"If you can understand something from this formula, it is not impossible to defeat Diao Yayun!"

I see!

I see!

Mo Yang was ecstatic in his heart.

At that moment just now, he felt that his heart was clear, and the sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, so at the moment he swung the sword, he had nothing to worry about in his heart, only the sword.

And that sword was so fast and sharp that Diao Yayun had no time to react.

"You, admit defeat?"

Holding a long sword, Mo Yang walked up to Diao Yayun, pointing the long sword at his jaw.

At this moment, Diao Yayun's cut off palm fell to the side, blood stains on his wrist.

"Trash, admit defeat?"

Seeing Diao Yayun's silence, Mo Yang gave a cold shout, like a sword god, his unrivaled sword intent instantly enveloped Diao Yayun.

"I surrender!"

At this moment, facing Mo Yang, Diao Yayun no longer had the will to fight.

His heart crumbled under that powerful sword intent.

"In the third match, Mo Yang wins!"

As the instructor's voice fell, the area around the ring completely exploded.

Mo Yang won!

At the critical moment, he was able to comprehend the sword intent, the sword intent that thousands of swordsmen dreamed of, Mo Yang actually achieved it.

It was a miracle!

poof...

When the crowd was full of voices, Mo Yang suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.

thump thump...

Knocking his head on the ground, Mo Yang knocked his head hard three times to Muyun.

"Master, this disciple lives up to expectations and wins the competition. Master is above me, and I will be honored by my disciple!"

Mo Yang whimpered, but the words were sonorous, shocking everyone.

"Silly boy..."

Seeing Mo Yang's choked expression, Mu Yun stepped onto the ring, and scolded with a smile: "You're so provocative, I'm afraid I won't accept you!"

Holding Mo Yang up, a wave of real energy probed Mu Yun's body, and found that although Mo Yang had been severely injured, his body was full of energy.

"Go back to this battle and study it carefully, and you will probably be able to step into the fifth level of Qi Condensation!" Looking at Mo Yang, Mu Yun said slightly.

"Yes, Master!"

At this moment, looking at Muyun, Mo Yang felt like a god-man.

He really felt that he was about to break through, but Mu Yun actually saw through it at a glance.

And that Qingyun swordsmanship, the three major styles, the nine minor styles, the essence of the style, is indescribably wonderful!

If this battle hadn't been for Qingyun's swordsmanship, he would have already been defeated, and it was impossible for him to survive.

"Three games, junior class five all won, congratulations to Instructor Muyun..."

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

Diao Yadong walked onto the ring, his eyes were deep, and he was about to bleed.

"Hey, what's the matter, you're not convinced?" Seeing Diao Yadong's face was cold, Mu Yun joked, "If not, Teacher Diao will choose a few stronger students to fight against my junior class five?"

"Of course not!"

Facing Muyun's provocation, Diao Yayun smiled slightly and said, "Teacher Mu, congratulations, you have won my senior class three and can be promoted to intermediate tutor!"

"It's just that I think it would be better if the pastor tutor can go up to the next level and directly advance to the senior tutor!"

"oh?"

"I have this opportunity right now, I wonder if the pastor dares to take it?"

"tell me the story!"

"Now, Teacher Pastor can fight me and win. Teacher Pastor is the senior instructor of the college, how about it?" Diao Yayun smiled and said: "I think the three students of Teacher Pastor defeated the three students of my senior third class. Teacher Pastor's The ability to teach is already obvious, if the pastor can defeat me, Diao Yayun, and become the senior instructor of the college, it makes sense, right?"

"An invitation to fight..."

Seeing Diao Yayun's self-satisfied expression, Mu Yun chuckled, cupped his hands and said, "Please!"

"Master Priest!"

"Master Priest!"

"Muyun!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Yun would actually agree. Qi Ming, Mo Yang, Qin Mengyao and the others changed their expressions and wanted to stop it.

Muyun agreed so, it was a little impulsive.

Diao Yadong, one of the three talented tutors in the college, is not comparable to ordinary tutors!