The competition system of the Xuan Character Bureau's sword discussions has quite a few formats, but whether Mo Hua is lucky or unlucky, up to now, the only competition systems he has participated in, besides the beheading competition, are melee competitions.
He hasn't even played a single round of the other competition systems, such as attack and defense, demon hunting, or escorting.
This round of sword discussion with the Xiaoyao Sect is also just a basic melee competition.
He can only win by "beheading" all the opposing disciples.
Of course, as things stand, no one among the cultivators watching cares about the "competition system." They only care about one thing:
Exactly who can behead Mo Hua?
Exactly who can make this despicable and shameless Mo Hua die once in the sword discussion assembly?
Exactly who can use Mo Hua's "blood" to wash away the shame of Qian Xue's numerous heavenly talents!
It's enough to just kill Mo Hua once.
They don't care about winning or losing at all.
Or rather, as long as someone can kill Mo Hua, that person will be the "winner" in everyone's hearts.
This simple and strong desire permeates the hearts of the cultivators on Lun Dao Mountain.
The atmosphere of the battle is also like a furnace, making people's blood boil.
And the one most pinned with high hopes in this sword discussion is the Xiaoyao Sect's heavenly talent, the handsome and elegant Feng Zichen, dressed in white.
It's not just the Feng family elders who expect this.
The majority of the cultivators watching the battle are also looking forward to it.
They are looking forward to Feng Zichen, with one sword, slaughtering Mo Hua.
And soon, the sword discussion begins.
After simple reconnaissance and maneuvering, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect and the Tai Xu Sect meet each other and instantly, like wind and thunder igniting earth fire, sword lights shake the heavens as they tangle and kill together.
There are no fancy tactics, just pure slaughter.
And Mo Hua naturally bears the biggest firepower.
Up to this point in the sword discussion, discerning people can all see that there are two people in the Tai Xu Sect that absolutely cannot be let go.
One is Ling Hu Xiao.
If Ling Hu Xiao is let go, he will be beheaded by Chong Xu Jie Jian's true qi and is bound to lose without a doubt.
The other is Mo Hua.
If Mo Hua is let go, he will be disgusted to death and will also lose just the same.
Originally, Mo Hua's importance was less than Ling Hu Xiao's.
But helplessly, he made too many enemies, that handsome little white face brings its own mockery.
Therefore, the number of people who want to kill him is far greater than the number of people who want to kill Ling Hu Xiao.
Moreover, this sword discussion, having accumulated the experience of several previous sect sword discussions and condensed the wisdom of the elders of each sect's Dao methods, the Xiaoyao Sect has the means and determination to "must kill" Mo Hua, and for a time, their offensive is like a long rainbow.
Their body movements are like wind, their sword energy is like shadow, coming and going freely with fierce offensives, pressing the Tai Xu Sect from the left and right flanks.
Mo Hua is even more forced to flee like a wolf or fox.
The audience watches with surging emotions.
Elder Feng also feels very comforted.
"The Xiaoyao Sect's town sect inheritance is the Xiaoyao Wind Shadow Gong, their body movement is the Tread Wind Step, and they cultivate the Xiaoyao Royal Sword Art. Therefore, most disciples under the sect cultivate 'fast swords'—"
"Not only are their body movements good, but their swords are also fast. In the back and forth between, sword energy follows the wind, killing intent in a line, breaking people's throats and taking people's lives."
"Wind system body movement and sword art are united; the faster the body movement, the stronger the sword art."
"It is precisely because of this absolute learning that the Xiaoyao Sect was able to, in the past, surpass several sword Dao sects among the twelve streams and become one of the eight great gates."
Elder Feng explained to Elder Zhang, then happily added:
"And my Feng family's heavenly talent, Feng Zichen, is precisely the outstanding one of this session in the Xiaoyao Sect. His cultivation and sword art were obtained from the Xiaoyao Sect, but his body movement, on the basis of the Xiaoyao Sect's Tread Wind Step, also integrates my Feng family's unique Eight Trigrams Roaming Wind Step."
"Xiaoyao Tread Wind Step, plus Eight Trigrams Roaming Wind Step, two great absolute learning body movements, fused into one body."
"If we talk about sword art, Zichen is not necessarily the strongest. But if we talk about body movement, almost no one in the entire sword discussion assembly can compare with him."
"And the Xiaoyao Sect's sword art relies heavily on body movement. The stronger the body movement, the stronger the sword art, so Zichen's wind system sword art, displayed, is also invincible—."
Elder Feng had a face full of pride.
Elder Zhang looked at the painting curtain and indeed saw the five disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, each with swift body movements and continuous sword moves, like a fierce wind.
The person in the lead had body movements a level faster.
In the fluttering white clothes, person and sword were united, coming and going like wind, elegant and fierce.
Especially his body movement, having the swiftness of the Tread Wind Step and the agility of the Roaming Wind Step, was exquisite to the extreme.
"Good!"
Elder Zhang nodded in praise, but in his heart, he couldn't help but feel envious.
Their Zhang family was also known for their body movements.
The family's inherited Falling Flower Step and Passing Water Step were originally considered incomparably exquisite. But compared to the Xiaoyao Tread Wind Step and Eight Trigrams Roaming Wind Step in front of his eyes, they were indeed inferior by several points.
What's more, among the Zhang family, no disciple could cultivate these two kinds of body movements to the pure blue level.
Not to mention being able to compete with the outstanding Feng family disciple on the sword discussion field.
People compared to people, it's enough to make one furious.
Elder Zhang didn't say it out loud or show it on his face, but in his heart, he still couldn't help but feel a little unpleasant.
And on the field, Feng Zichen, leading the Xiaoyao Sect disciples, began to display great divine power.
Sword energy swept through, like a fierce wind rampaging.
Within dozens of rounds, the Tai Xu Sect's formation was cut apart by the Xiaoyao Sect's fast swords.
Once the formation was chaotic, Mo Hua was no longer protected.
The Xiaoyao Sect crowd, immediately with sword energy like wind, all surged towards Mo Hua.
Mo Hua truly couldn't withstand it a bit and could only urge his stealth, disappearing in front of the crowd.
Feng Zichen had anticipated this early on and immediately took out a Five Elements Break Stealth Spirit Mirror. With a shine on Mo Hua's body, which had just entered stealth, he was revealed clearly and brightly.
There was an uproar outside the field, and the crowd all clapped their hands in praise:
"Broken!"
"Wonderful! Great wonderful!"
"This kid's stealth technique is finally broken! I see where he can still hide this time?"
The group was joyful, and amidst the boiling voices, Elder Zhang was still a bit confused.
Elder Feng then explained:
"Brother Zhang doesn't know, this Mo Hua is proficient in stealth. And his stealth technique, I don't know where he inherited it from, cannot be seen with the naked eye, cannot be spied on with divine sense, and even ordinary break stealth spirit tools cannot crack it, it's truly very troublesome."
"But this is the Qian Xue realm, with a long history of Dao systems and countless inheritances, how can there be truly unbreakable techniques?"
"Thus, through the elders of each sect's Dao methods, scheming and discussing day and night, they eventually spied out the root of this stealth technique and found a restraining spirit mirror."
"Now, with this Five Elements Spirit Mirror shining, this child can hardly hide his tracks again."
Elder Feng's tone was quite "stirring and moving."
Elder Zhang's expression was silent, and he couldn't help but think in his heart:
A bunch of elders from big sects gather together, staying up all night to hold meetings to break one disciple's stealth technique—
Is that really something to be proud of?
But this sentence was a bit rude, and Elder Zhang didn't have the face to say it out loud.
Moreover, seeing Elder Feng's proud face and the joyful expressions of the surrounding cultivators, Elder Zhang couldn't open his mouth under this atmosphere.
"This child's body movement is average, he relies entirely on stealth to protect his life."
"Break his stealth, and he is bound to die without a burial ground!"
Elder Feng asserted in a deep voice.
Not only did Elder Feng think so, this was almost the consensus of the majority of the cultivators watching the battle around them.
They had watched the previous sword discussions in each field and naturally knew what level Mo Hua's body movement was.
Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan had a shocked expression.
He fundamentally did not know what Elder Feng and these people were talking about.
Body movement is average, relying entirely on stealth to protect his life?
Who are they talking about?
This absurd judgment... how did they arrive at it?
Are the cultivators in the Qian Xue realm also so naive?
And inside the sword discussion field.
Feng Zichen held the spirit mirror in his hand, shining out the "shaking" Mo Hua in stealth, then immediately, his long sword was like wind, chopping down with one sword.
Mo Hua's stealth technique was identified, and he looked panicked, hurriedly flashing away. In the nick of time, he dodged the sword energy, his body shape very wretched.
This sword barely counted as dodged.
But without the hidden technique to hide, Mo Hua was exposed under the sword edge, just like a mouse under a cat's mouth; dodging one sword, there would still be a second sword.
Feng Zichen cultivated a fast sword, so this second sword was also very fast.
But Mo Hua, perhaps due to good luck, pounced forward, rolled on the ground, and just happened to dodge this sword again.
Ling Hu Xiao and several others saw Mo Hua in critical condition and wanted to come to his aid.
But several people from the Xiaoyao Sect were also fast in body movement and sword, joining hands. Sword energy continuously weaved into a wind curtain, trapping Ling Hu Xiao and the others within.
The sword was fast, and the power was just strong.
But a fast sword is not necessarily difficult to persist.
Several people from the Xiaoyao Sect could not trap Ling Hu Xiao for too long, but restricting them for a short time and suppressing them with fierce offensives was just enough.
This amount of time was enough for Feng Zichen to kill Mo Hua.
And Feng Zichen seized this opportunity to chop out a third sword and a fourth sword.
These two swords did not kill Mo Hua.
But they did win a round of applause.
The audience outside the field, watching Feng Zichen chop and get Mo Hua to run wretchedly, all cheered:
"Good! Play him!"
"Let him also taste the feeling of being played by others."
"Kill him slowly, don't kill him too fast, otherwise it's too cheap for him."
"Right, play slowly, chop with one sword after another, let him wander between life and death, let him drill in and out like a mouse, let him suffer humiliation, be played to death!"
"Just like how he used Five Elements spells to play others the same way—"
"This is called using his own methods to cure his own body—"
Feng Zichen inside the field couldn't hear their words, but he was indeed doing as the audience wished, chopping towards Mo Hua with one sword after another, nonstop.
Mo Hua dodged back and forth, occasionally having to roll back and forth on the ground.
The crowd watched with hearty laughter, and the atmosphere was joyful for a time.
But as time passed, they watched and gradually couldn't laugh anymore.
Because Feng Zichen was still chopping, and Mo Hua was still dodging.
"Can—almost—can he be killed with one sword?"
"Don't play—"
"Is this Feng Zichen addicted to playing? Just kill him with one sword, don't play again, don't let him slip away—"
But Feng Zichen was really not playing.
From the beginning, he was serious about chopping, but after chopping for half a day, he just couldn't chop him with a single sword.
At this point, he detected a problem.
Not only Feng Zichen, but many elders outside the field, and sharp-eyed cultivators, also detected something was not right, their faces a little silent.
Elder Zhang slowly said: "This Mo Hua's body movement seems—not that unbearable?"
Elder Feng was silent.
But the facts were before his eyes, and he also had to admit, "He does have a little something—"
But it was only a little something.
No matter how good this kid's body movement was, could it compare to Feng Zichen, who had the Xiaoyao Tread Wind Step and the Eight Trigrams Roaming Wind Step?
Inside the sword discussion field, Feng Zichen's gaze also became colder and colder.
He was not like Mo Hua, an upright "good youth."
Sword discussion emphasizes frontal confrontation, comparing whose sword is faster, more accurate, and stronger, not playing tricks.
Therefore, from the beginning, when he chopped Mo Hua, he was aiming for a one-sword kill.
In his original plan, this one sword was sufficient to take Mo Hua's life.
But very obviously, he miscalculated, and Mo Hua dodged past.
Thereafter, he drew his sword a little faster, aiming at Mo Hua's heart and lungs, but Mo Hua still dodged past after his sword, one sword faster than the last.
But no matter how fast, Mo Hua could always dodge past.
Feng Zichen understood, this Mo Hua was playing him.
His body movement was fundamentally not that weak.
Not only not weak, on the contrary, it was quite exquisite.
"Truly insidious!"
Feng Zichen said coldly, and then no longer held back, urging the Tread Wind Step with full force, his body movement a point faster, and his sword energy also a level faster.
Mo Hua saw this white-clothed youth's sword moves getting faster and felt a bit helpless, and also had to take out a part of his strength to seriously tangle with him.
Thus, on the square heaven painting shadow, Feng Zichen's body movement was like wind, and Mo Hua's body was like flowing water.
Wind followed the sword, water followed the momentum. In the chase and escape, it was like a clear wind brushing the water's surface, and also like flowing water avoiding the wind's mouth, contesting each other, evenly matched.
The faces of the cultivators watching the battle changed a little.
"His body movement seems truly a bit unusual?"
"Being able to be evenly matched with the Xiaoyao Sect's Tread Wind Step—this is not just a little unusual—"
Discussions rose all around.
Elder Feng's face was a little unnatural.
Elder Zhang seriously looked at Mo Hua's body movement, carefully pondering, and muttered in a low voice:
"This water system body movement, learned not bad—flashing and turning between, very pure, and the spiritual power flows without the slightest obstruction... it shouldn't be ordinary Flowing Water Step—"
He was purely watching the battle and appreciating Mo Hua's body movement, so he didn't think much for a while.
On the contrary, Zhang Lan, as if a nail had grown on his butt, was already a bit restless.
Only he knew, it was indeed not the Flowing Water Step.
Elder Zhang pondered for a moment, then shook his head again and said:
"But unfortunately, no matter how extraordinary his body movement is, it ultimately cannot compare to the Tread Wind Step—"
"What's more, the Feng family's heavenly talent might not have only the Tread Wind Step as a body movement absolute learning. If this continues, this boy is still bound to lose without a doubt."
Elder Feng heard this, and his expression eased slightly.
In his heart, this should have originally been a fast knife cutting through a mess, a one-sword kill, a sour and unrestrained victory.
But now, there were some unexpected twists and turns.
However, it was also good like this, a one-sword kill, on the contrary, would not show the fierceness of his Feng family disciples.
Let this Mo Hua struggle for several more rounds, and his Feng family's heavenly talent could just good show his true strength in front of the ten thousand cultivators of Qian Xue.
Not only Elder Feng, but the majority of the Feng family disciples, including the majority of the cultivators watching the battle, also thought so in their hearts. This Mo Hua kid, proficient in fireball technique, was acceptable.
Proficient in water prison technique, also okay.
Proficient in a large amount of Five Elements low-level spells, also not unacceptable.
Even proficient in a unique stealth technique, allowing ordinary cultivators to not spy on his tracks, although difficult to accept, it was also a fact.
But on this basis, if you are also proficient in body movement, it's a bit too shameless. What's more, his opponent is still from the Xiaoyao Sect, a Feng family disciple, with double town sect absolute learning in body movement speed, which is among the best in the entire Qian Xue sects.
No matter how exquisite your body movement is, there should still be a limit; can you be stronger than the Feng family's heavenly talent?
As long as the Feng family's heavenly talent goes all out, Mo Hua is bound to be defeated without a doubt.
Therefore, the crowd's hanging hearts were slowly put back into their stomachs.
But often, heaven does not fulfill people's wishes.
The subsequent development of the situation gradually went beyond their comprehension.
Feng Zichen was still chopping, and Mo Hua was still escaping.
Soon, the fierce wind around Feng Zichen surged even more, the wind becoming the Xun trigram, roaming around his body, making his body movement, in addition to swiftness, add ten thousand changes.
Cultivators with keen eyes could now see that Feng Zichen was truly no longer holding back this time, using both the Xiaoyao Sect's Tread Wind Step and the Feng family's Eight Trigrams Roaming Wind Step together.
This was also, up to now, the only body movement absolute learning he could fuse.
For a time, Feng Zichen's body movement went up another level. Not only was his speed strange, but it was also agile to the extreme.
Among the wind's flow, there were ten thousand exquisite places, making people sigh in admiration.
Even Elder Zhang's face revealed a sigh.
The Zhang family was proficient in body movement, and precisely because of this, he could see the intricacies and even more knew how high a level of comprehension and aptitude was needed to cultivate these two layers of body movements to proficiency and fuse them with each other.
This Feng family child was truly a heaven-defying talent.
Their Zhang family was also considered a large family with a large industry, but fundamentally no disciple could cultivate body movement to such a level.
Elder Zhang felt envy in his heart, and also a little sour.
Feng Zichen's feet trod on the wind, his body was like roaming wind, his body movement changed, and his sword moves also began to transform, becoming more and more swift and fierce, almost invisible to the eye.
And then, this sword, like a condensed fierce wind, stabbed towards Mo Hua again.
But this sword went down, without any difference.
Mo Hua's body flashed with water light around him, and he dodged past again.
Feng Zichen's gaze was shocked, and he was a little stunned.
Why?
Clearly, he used his full force, his sword moves were faster, and his sword energy was stronger.
But when this exquisite sword, which fused his lifelong absolute learning, stabbed towards Mo Hua, the result was still no different.
Mo Hua's body shape was naturally like flowing water, his actions were exactly the same as before, still just dodging past like this.
The crowd outside the field looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.
"What happened?"
"This sword is so fast that my eyes can't even see it clearly, and it still didn't hit?"
"What happened?"
"This still didn't kill Mo Hua?"
On the Feng family's seat.
Elder Feng's pupils shrank, and his face changed slightly.
Elder Zhang also slowly sat up straight, his gaze heavy.
Both of them stared intently at the square heaven painting shadow, their hearts filled with some disbelief.
What was even more unbelievable was Feng Zichen.
"Impossible not to hit—"
"Impossible"
His expression was cold and severe, his gaze instantly sharp incomparable, but a trace of fear, which even he himself did not detect, surged in his heart.
"I want to chop him!"
Feng Zichen's eyes were slightly red, and this time he truly no longer held back, even beginning to exhaust his full force, urging the Xiaoyao Royal Sword Art to its utmost.
Sword light was like mercury spilling on the ground.
Sword energy was like a fierce wind howling.
Between the mountains and forests, all the trees and mountain stones were twisted into fragments by the white sword light.
These swords were so fast that ordinary Foundation Establishment disciples couldn't even see them clearly with their eyes.
But even though his sword was faster, denser, and fiercer, when it chopped towards Mo Hua, it was like chopping into the surface of a deep, profound lake.
The sword passed, and the water had ripples; the sword went, and the water left no trace.
Feng Zichen's sword was fast.
But Mo Hua's body movement was faster, stranger, and more difficult to catch than his sword, and it seemed to have a kind of "pre-knowing" ability. Before the sword edge moved, the water flow had already moved, and it was still mixed with a faint, hazy water fog, making it even more impossible to see through or touch.
Feng Zichen's heart was ice cold.
A terrible fact that was difficult for him to accept floated in his mind:
"This Mo Hua—his body movement is actually above mine?!"
