[The first thousand two hundred and forty-five chapters should be bloodless]
In the Taiyi Sect, an astonishing spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from a certain spiritual peak where the direct disciples lived, spreading rapidly in all directions.
For a while, the direct disciples among the various spiritual peaks cast curious glances.
Then, dozens of figures flashed past and landed on a hill several hundred meters away from this Lingfeng Mountain. They were all direct disciples of the Taiyi Sect.
One of the direct male disciples in the middle of the distraction period frowned and said: “It seems that there is no blood living on this Lingfeng. He has been in seclusion for a hundred years. Is he going to go out today?”
“It’s possible.”
A daughter-in-law preached: “When Ying Wuxue was in retreat, he had already reached the peak of the early stage of distraction, almost on par with Tang Wushang at the beginning. If he hadn’t suddenly retreated, maybe he was the last saint. Now He has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and I am afraid he has reached the middle stage of distraction. Now that Tang Wushang has died, and the church wants to re-establish the Holy Son, he missed the opportunity last time, and this time, he is afraid that he will not miss this opportunity!”
“Cultivation does not mean strength!”
Another male direct disciple in the middle of the distraction stage was not convinced: “He has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and he lacks combat experience, so he may not be able to beat the pack!”
The mid-distraction male disciple who was the first to speak said with a smile: “Sima Yu, before the bloodless retreat, you hadn’t stepped into the distraction, although you have already achieved the mid-distraction by breaking two realms in a hundred years. But you are definitely not a bloodless opponent!”
“Zhao Wuji, what do you mean by that? You dare not challenge Ying Wuxue, but that doesn’t mean others dare not!” Sima Yu retorted with a sneer, with a bit of disdain in his tone.
The direct descendants who can enter the Taiyi Sect are all geniuses from the sky. This Sima Yu was killed all the way from the outer sect disciples. He was made an exception to be included in the direct descendant. mid-term.
Later, it even lost three direct disciples in a row, and those three direct disciples were all in the middle stage of distraction.
Therefore, when he saw everyone praising Ying Wuxue so much, he was so dissatisfied in his heart.
Zhao Wuji smiled strangely and said, “Hey, Sima Yu, you really thought that you would be able to dominate among the direct disciples in the middle stage if you lost three distractions, that’s why those masters disdain to care about you, you know, Tang Wushang and Ying Wuxue were originally In the early stage of distraction, they all defeated one in the middle stage of distraction, and now, there should be no blood to reach the middle stage of distraction, and their combat power can at least suppress the late stage of distraction!”
“Yes, I have seen Ying Wuxue’s demeanor in the past, and Tang Wushang is also known as the double arrogance of the direct line.” Another direct disciple said slowly.
Hearing this, Sima Yu couldn’t help sinking in his heart, feeling quite suffocated. He felt very uncomfortable when everyone praised Ying Wuxue so much, and decided in his heart that he must challenge him when Ying Wuxue appeared.
Let everyone know that the so-called heirloom double pride is just a past tense!
Seeing his expression, Zhao Wuji and the others all secretly sneered. They stimulated Sima Yu so much that they wanted to stimulate him and let him challenge Ying Wuxue. In this way, they would also judge Ying Wuxue’s true strength.
Tang Wushang was dead, and the position of the Holy Son was vacant. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes were staring at that position. Even if there was no blood, he had to compete with him.
As the spiritual pressure of Lingfeng, where Ying Wuxue is located, spread more and more widely, and more and more direct disciples came to this small mountain, no less than 200 people. At the same time, there were four people occupying four nearby small buildings. mountain peak.
These four are the best among the direct disciples.
At the beginning, they failed to compete with Tang Wushang for the Son of God. After a hundred years of hard work, they all reached the late stage of distraction. Therefore, they are bound to win this battle for the Son of God, but the bloodless exit made them feel quite a bit. Pressure, so they wanted to come and check it out, so as to understand the strength of Ying Wuxue.
The spiritual pressure lasted for half an hour, and finally slowly dissipated.
Finally, the door of a certain stone room on Lingfeng slammed open, and then a long-haired man with bright eyes like stars, tall and elegant, stepped out.
“what!”
He stretched out his hands and stretched his waist, muttering to himself, “A hundred years has passed, and I don’t know what happened to that kid Tang Wushang?”
Suddenly, his eyes sank, swept around, and said indifferently: “I didn’t expect Ying someone to go out of the customs to alarm so many people, it’s really a sin!”
The four direct descendants of the four independent peaks all narrowed their eyes, with shock and unwillingness in their eyes.
Because they found that Ying Wuxue had broken through to the late stage of distraction.
When he was still in the early stage of distraction, he was able to suppress them in the middle stage of distraction. Now that he has reached the late stage of distraction, how terrifying the combat power will be?
You must know that any distraction from the direct descendant can easily suppress the existence of the same order, and even killing the enemy is commonplace.
At this moment, the figure flashed, and Sima Yu landed on the top of Lingfeng. He stared at Ying Wuxue with burning eyes, and said word by word: “Ying Wuxue, I want to challenge you!”
Seeing this in the later stage of the distraction, a sneer appeared on the corners of their mouths.
During this period of time, this Sima Yu was in the limelight and covetted the position of the Holy Son. In fact, those who had the ability didn’t want to pay attention to him, otherwise he would be jumping around there for no reason.
“Are you the direct descendant of a century-old newcomer?” Ying Wuxue looked at Sima Yu with interest.
“Yes, my name is Sima Yu, and I became the heir apparent after you retreated. Please advise!”
chirping!
The long sword is unsheathed, and the pointing should be bloodless.
“Alright, I haven’t made a move in a hundred years, and my bones are almost rusted, so let’s move your muscles and bones!”
“Insanity!”
Hearing Ying Wuxue’s words, Sima Yu couldn’t help being furious, and the spirit sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed straight out.
puff!
Jianguang broke through the void and killed Ying Wuxue’s chest in an instant.
At this moment, Ying Wuxue slowly raised his right hand and flicked his fingers.
when!
The finger accurately hit the tip of Sima Yu’s sword, and suddenly, he was shocked, his mouth was numb, and he almost couldn’t grasp the long sword to let it go out. Strong sword move, killing Ying Wuxue again.
Seeing this, Ying Wuxue’s eyes flashed with disappointment. This Sima Yu was inferior to the one who was distracted at the beginning, and couldn’t arouse his will to fight at all, so he flicked his right hand with a few fingers.
The movements are elegant and the figure is graceful, just like exiled from the world.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fingers like an orchid brushing acupoints, one after another, hit the spirit sword in Sima Yu’s hand, causing him to tremble. Finally, he couldn’t hold the long sword in his hand and let go.
Ying Wuxue didn’t pursue the victory, looked at Sima Yu, who was able to stabilize his body with a light smile, and said, “Brother Sima, let it go!”
Hearing this, Sima Yu’s face darkened, he waved his hand to retrieve the spirit sword, and then bowed to Ying without blood: “Brother Ying really deserves his reputation, the younger brother lost, I will come back to you for advice another day!”
As soon as the words fell, Sima Yu walked away, leaving no face here.
When all the direct disciples saw this scene, they all sighed secretly, they should be stronger without blood, but they defeated Sima Yu with one move, and the four distracted late stage also looked cold, because they couldn’t make a single move to defeat. Drop Sima Yu.
