Chapter 389: Nineteen Styles of Heavenly Sword

Jin Xingchen glanced at Mu Jue but did not move for a long time, but received a blank look from the great elder.

"What are you still standing here for? Get something for the leader quickly!" the great elder urged.

Jin Xingchen hesitated for a moment, took out the elixir bottle from his pocket, and handed it directly to Mu Jue.

"Master, this is the Qingqi Pill!"

Mu Jue hurriedly glanced at the porcelain bottle handed over by Jin Xingchen, and without thinking, he took out a white pill and swallowed it.

Jin Xingchen looked carefully and made sure that there was a swallowing movement in his throat, and then his heart dropped.

The second competition begins, with Chu Zhou of the Twisted Forest versus Situ Haoran of the Tianjian Sect.

Chu Zhou's face was still pale, like a fair-faced young boy. He was holding an unknown long sword in his hand, his cold eyes were fixed on Situ Haoran, and he exuded the aura of an independent master who had left the world behind.

"You and I both use swords. I have a reason to move forward. You are no match for me. Before I take action, you still have a chance to regret it and just admit defeat!"

Every word Chu Zhou spoke sounded arrogant at first glance, but one could quickly detect that it was advice.

It was the first time Situ Haoran saw such an arrogant young man, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

"Little brother, you can represent the Twisted Jungle to this point, and you must be very strong. However, you must not be too greedy, let alone too arrogant. I have seen your previous competitions, but they were just some opportunistic techniques. In front of the real masters, there is no way to rank!”

It was the first time that he said so much to such a young man, and the words he just spoke to make him admit defeat were too harsh.

Chu Zhou listened to Situ Haoran's words without any response. His expression was as usual, as if he was not affected at all, or maybe he didn't care about it at all.

Xuanyuan Heng looked at Chu Zhou on the stage, and always felt that the aura around him was particularly consistent with the sword inside. From a distance, the sword techniques he practiced had an illusion of echoing each other.

He silently suppressed the restlessness in his chest, took a step forward, and asked Su Ming.

"Master? Why is it that when Chu Yiyi is standing on the stage, the sword skills I practice are just about to move, and I feel like I am being forcibly suppressed!"

Su Ming suddenly heard his disciple's words, and doubts appeared in his eyes. He moved his eyes to the stage and studied them carefully.

"It's very simple. Chu Zhouruo is really the person I just mentioned. He specialized in swordsmanship. 20 years ago, in Dihai State, he was the ancestor who played with swords. I'm afraid everyone in Tianyun State is His opponent!"

He was thinking seriously when Mo Lou's words suddenly rang out and echoed in Su Ming's ears.

Su Ming looked at his disciples and then glanced at everyone, the doubts in his eyes getting a little heavier.

"If that's the case, why didn't we notice that Xuanyuan Heng was the only one?"

According to Molou's explanation, Situ Haoran was closest to that guy, could it be possible that he didn't notice it?

Even if Xuanyuan Heng has his own skills and cultivation, and has now reached the peak of Jindan, the swordsmanship still relies on his own understanding.

Could it be that this silly boy in front of me is more powerful than Situ Haoran!

Thinking of this, Su Ming's face was filled with ecstasy, and his excited eyes fell on Xuanyuan Heng with admiration.

No matter what, this is his own disciple, and he trained him himself.

If his talent in swordsmanship really surpasses that of Situ Haoran, he is definitely a genius!

"Don't think so wildly. Your apprentice was born with one of the five meridians missing. Although he is trying his best to make up for it, he still lacks a lot compared to others. In terms of swordsmanship, he is much sharper than others!"

Su Ming's eyes glanced, and Molou knew what this guy was up to, and poured down a basin of cold water without ceremony.

Su Ming's emotions came and went quickly. In just a few seconds, his whole face had already performed several expressions.

Xuanyuan Heng clearly felt that his master meant this, but when he went to confirm it, he found that his eyes had changed.

Sure enough, was the question he asked too stupid?

When Xuanyuan Heng thought of this, he quickly became depressed, as if he had been hit by something.

Su Ming looked distressed, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, comforting him.

"Don't think too much. Being able to detect it means that you are particularly keen on swordsmanship. I don't want to say anything more. You still need to study it carefully in the days to come. Don't let me down!"

"Master, don't worry, my disciple will not let you down. One day I will catch up with Master Situ and make you proud of me!"

Xuanyuan Heng was encouraged by Su Ming's words of encouragement. The two of them made generous promises, and the seriousness in their words even moved Su Ming.

"Bangdang..."

Just as the two of them were interacting, a crackling sound of weapons colliding with each other was fed back to their eardrums.

Situ Haoran had already raised his long sword and faced him. Just like what happened just now, the long sword in his hand was still not drawn out.

The exquisite scabbard is present on the entire competition platform, which feels inexplicably inconsistent.

As for Chu Zhou, the same was true. He was carrying the long sword, which had not shown any edge for a long time. The rusty scabbard collided with Situ Haoran.

The attack waves belonging to the two of them collided together, and the resulting aftermath had already reverberated on the protective cover of the competition platform, and then fed back.

The two of them turned somersaults together, narrowly escaping the aftermath of their own shock, and then looked at each other again.

"Little brother, I admit that the skills you performed are very mysterious. Even I didn't see clearly what they were. However, this is Tianyun State, and this is not a place where you can be arrogant. Since your opponent is me, then I can’t leave you the slightest excuse!”

A rare look of seriousness appeared on Situ Haoran's face. His serious gaze rested on Chu Zhou opposite him. He jumped up and his unsheathed sword moved forward in a particularly weird posture as his body moved.

Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the move performed by Master Situ.

"Oh my God, this is the Heavenly Sword Sword Technique unique to the Tianjian Sect. I heard that there are nineteen styles in total. Each style is extremely mysterious. If you pick it out alone, you can kill a swordsman master in seconds. Master Situ can even do this I have all my tricks out, it looks like I want to win quickly!”

"It looks like it to me, but this Chu Zhou of the Twisted Jungle is really, no matter how powerful he is, he can't blatantly provoke a seventh-grade sect like this. He is really just a freeloader of the Heavenly Sword Grandmaster!"

"However, this Chu Zhou is also evil. Before, he easily defeated Hua Mingshan on Shadow Island with just one move. Did any of you see clearly what his move looked like?"

"When I thought about it like this, I didn't see it clearly at all, and I was defeated in an instant!"