Chapter 1847: Battle of the Eight Wastelands
The Heavenly Demon Yuandan was fought over by various forces in the Quiet Land, and was finally swallowed by Xiao Chen. Now he has been using it to suppress the Three Corpse Demons in his body. At this moment, he led the Xuanyin Qi in Wei Yang's body to the Heavenly Demon Yuandan, and naturally used the power of the Heavenly Demon Yuandan to temporarily suppress this Xuanyin Qi.
Soon, a thick layer of ice chips had condensed on his body, and the whole room was shrouded in cold air. A thick layer of frost formed on the tables, chairs, benches and windows.
It was not until dawn that Wei Yang's Xuanyin backlash gradually subsided, and the cold air in the room gradually disappeared. Xiao Chen had temporarily suppressed this Xuanyin Qi with the Heavenly Demon Yuandan, and had to wait until later to slowly release it.
"Weiyang, are you feeling better..."
At this moment, Hua Weiyang in his arms finally stopped trembling. The pain seemed to have eased a lot, allowing her to sleep peacefully in a sweet dream. In the dream, the ice and snow melted, and the flowers bloomed. There was always someone there who had been accompanying her growing up.
"The Xuanyin body is not irreversible, and the fate is not unchangeable. I will definitely find a way to change your fate..."
The morning breeze and the waning moon, the sky outside was already bright, Xiao Chen looked at Weiyang's peaceful face. In the past, he often had a long dream, in which he seemed to come back from a place and change some things.
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Today is the competition between Wangshu, the descendant of Suzaku, and Mu Yan, the descendant of Baihu, but because Weiyang was ill, Xiao Chen did not go to watch it. In the evening, he heard that Wangshu won in the end. There are still two days left before the battle between Canglong and Xuanwu.
"Weiyang, are you feeling better today?"
"Yeah... I'm fine."
On the third day, Hua Weiyang's complexion had improved a lot. Every time Xuanyin attacked her, she would suffer from the pain of living a life worse than death, but after that, she seemed to be fine again.
Xiao Chen looked at her and said, "Otherwise, I'll go to the Eight Desolate Alliance and ask them to change the date of the competition to next month."
"No, no."
Hua Weiyang hurriedly shook her hand, and now she turned back into the bright and lovely her, humming "It's okay, don't worry, see how I deal with Qin Wuyi tomorrow..."
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Finally, the day of the competition came. Before noon, the square was already full of people. Looking around, there were thousands of people. In the center of the square, a sword platform for the competition was suspended. The sword platform was about a hundred feet high, and the elders had already condensed a defensive formation on it.
On the high platform at the east end of the square, the elders of the Eight Desolate Alliance sat there, with many disciples behind them. To the west, people from various cultivation forces in the Eight Desolate Realm came to watch the fight between the Blue Dragon and the Black Tortoise.
The Blue Dragon Hall was on the high platform in the south, opposite to the north where the Black Tortoise Hall was located. At this time, Xiao Chen sat motionless, and a disciple next to him brought tea, "Palace Master, please have tea."
Xiao Chen took the teacup handed over by the disciple, and his eyes were still on the sword platform. He saw two giant swords hanging in the air. Wei Yang stood on the hilt of one of the swords, and Qin Wuyi stood on the hilt of the other sword. There was about twenty feet between the two.
The cold wind was blowing, and the atmosphere was solemn. It was originally the hot summer of June, but at this time, the people below did not feel any heat, but an indescribable cold. Perhaps they had already known that the Blue Dragon Hall and the Black Tortoise Hall had been at odds with each other for a hundred years, especially after Xiao Chen took over the position of the Blue Dragon, he had been openly confronting the Black Tortoise Elders everywhere.
Today, in the Canglong Palace, in the Seven Constellations Palace, except for the Xin Constellation Palace, the other six constellations have an elder, including Duanmu Elder of Jiao Constellation, Chonghua Elder of Kang Constellation, Yunmu Elder of Di Constellation... plus Xinyuehu, a total of seven people.
In the Xuanwu Palace, in addition to the Xuanwu Elder, there are also elders from other constellations, all of whom are unfathomable in strength. The two sides are staring at each other at this time, and it seems that they are incompatible. Others in the square can feel the tense atmosphere.
Half an incense stick ago, the descendants of Canglong and Xuanwu had already boarded the sword platform. The two have been standing there for half an incense stick of time. But up to now, none of the elders who presided over the Eight Desolate Trials have called for the start. Everyone's eyes slowly gathered on the Xuanwu Elder.
Meanwhile, on the Canglong Hall side, Xiao Chen held the teacup in his hand, slowly drank half of a cup of tea, and then said lightly, "Let's start."
Hearing him speak, several trial elders looked at him, but then looked at the Xuanwu elder on the other side, obviously asking the Xuanwu elder for a signal again.
"Start..."
Two cold words finally came from under the Xuanwu elder's mask. After hearing these two words, the trial elders of the Eight Desolate Hall seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief. One of them said loudly, "The time limit is one stick of incense, and the competition begins!"
The moment the voice fell, a gust of wind suddenly rose on the sword stage, and in the dust, Hua Weiyang seemed to turn into a ray of light and launched an offensive first. In her hand, there was an immortal sword with bursts of cold light, which was the ancient sword "Kuai Xue Shi Qing".
Hua Weiyang had already mastered the swordsmanship of Kuai Xue Shi Qing to perfection. At this time, the sky was full of sword shadows, like rain, all slashing towards Qin Wuyi.
Everyone outside held their breath. They didn't expect that she would use such a sharp sword technique as soon as she attacked!
"Haha, the descendant of Canglong... is that it?"
Facing the rain of swords coming from the sky, Qin Wuyi was not afraid at all. When the sword force enveloped him, he was seen shaking his whole body, and several golden lights rose from his body, completely blocking the swords one by one.
"It's the power of Xuanwu..." Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was startled again. The power of Xuanwu is difficult to defeat, and it really lives up to its reputation.
"Your sword seems not fast enough."
Qin Wuyi smiled coldly, and a fierce look gradually appeared on his face. Although the opponent in front of him was as beautiful as a flower and as vivid as the moon, he was not the kind of person who knew how to show mercy and cherish jade like Mu Shaoai.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
Just hearing a burst of sound, Qin Wuyi's Xuanwu power suddenly broke through Hua Weiyang's sword force. In the next moment, a force rushed out. Hua Weiyang only felt a mountain-like force pressing down and had to retreat. The sword retreated, away from the opponent's offensive range.
"Come again!"
Qin Wuyi took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the shadow of Xuanwu suddenly appeared around his body. With these layers of Xuanwu shadow, no matter how strong the sword in Hua Weiyang's hand was, it would be difficult to break through its defense.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Qin Wuyi took a golden palm print, which immediately raised dust all over the sky. Even the people in the audience at this moment could feel the heavy and domineering power of this Xuanwu power, but Hua Weiyang's movement skills Elegant and agile, she did not confront him head-on. After avoiding the palm, she flicked her sleeves and flower shadows appeared all over the sky, covering Qin Wuyi layer by layer.
"Looking for flowers in the mist!"
The shadows of flowers all over the sky were dizzying for everyone in the audience, but Qin Wuyi was trapped in it, and it was difficult to find Hua Weiyang's true identity.
Over at the Xuanwu Hall, the disciples immediately laughed and said, "Sure enough, only women can do this trick."
"Heh...it's just a trick."
Even though he was trapped in the flower mist, Qin Wuyi still showed disdain. In the next moment, his whole body's true energy was shaken, and with a "boom", the entire sword platform shook violently. It turned out that with his Xuanwu The power of the force forcibly dispersed the flower mist in the sky. However, the moment the flower mist dispersed, Hua Weiyang stabbed him in the throat with a sword.
"Brother, be careful!"
Seeing that this sword came out of nowhere and was very sharp, the disciples of Xuanwu Hall were all shocked, and the rest of the audience were also startled. This was... a sword to seal the throat!
Hua Weiyang's sword was indeed very powerful and domineering, but when the tip of the sword was still a few feet away from Qin Wuyi, the sword was blocked by his Xuanwu power and could no longer move forward an inch.
"Ha...it seems that your moral conduct is not enough."
Qin Wuyi sneered, and the Qi of the Eight Desolations was shaken, and a burst of energy surged out. Hua Weiyang suddenly felt as if she had been hit hard, and her whole body, including her sword, flew back.
"Sister Jiu'er!" On the other side of Canglong Palace, several girls from Xinsu Palace cried out in shock when they saw her being knocked away by Qin Wuyi.
Hua Weiyang quickly stood up, but before she could wield the sword again, a strong wind suddenly came, like thunder, unstoppable, and Qin Wuyi attacked again in an instant.
Qin Wuyi's five fingers were turned into blades, and he suddenly grabbed her throat. The move was very fast. Hua Weiyang nimbly dodged and ducked aside in an instant. With a "bang", Qin Wuyi's five fingers grabbed her behind her. He grabbed the stone sword and immediately crushed part of the stone sword to pieces. If he had grabbed Hua Weiyang's throat this time, it would probably have been the same.
At this moment, everyone in the audience was a little frightened. Although it was just a competition, not a life-and-death struggle, accidents would inevitably happen in every competition. They were really afraid to see such a beautiful girl, who would finally be killed by this sword. The flowers fell on the stage, and the fragrance disappeared.