Chapter 28: Chasing Wind Nine Swords (Part 2)

  The merged Wind Chasing Nine Swords, the nine sword moves were executed one by one by Xuan Tian. This was his merged Wind Chasing Sword Technique, a self-created sword skill that was extremely proficient and more profound than the Great Completion Realm's attainments, it was the Great Perfection Realm.

  Xuantian was drenched in sweat, but his body felt incredibly light and relaxed, his mood feeling extremely comfortable, without any hint of fatigue. Xuantian sheathed the Frost Snow Sword and began practicing the "Wild Ox Fist Technique".

  He was surprised to find that after mastering the sword technique, he seemed to have a thorough understanding of it, and his understanding of boxing techniques also improved. The "Wild Bull Fist" of the Yellow Stage Middle Grade martial arts was displayed in Xuan Tian's hands, not inferior to other disciples learning the Yellow Stage Upper Grade martial arts.

  After practicing the Mangniu Fist several times, Xuantian practiced the Leopard Shadow Technique and the Ling Snake Steps a few more times, and found that indeed one thing connects to another, and his lightness skill and body method had also made significant progress.

  Until his stomach growled with hunger, Xuan Tian finally stopped practicing with a lingering interest. His mood was comfortable and his emotions had long since recovered. The sword shadow in his eyes also disappeared. After taking a bath in Yinxian Pool, he went down the mountain.

  In two days' time, all players from 509th to 1016th have finished their matches.

  All of this is irrelevant, the key point is that the Tianjian Sect's Outer Disciple Ranking Competition has finally begun its second round, and Xuantian will be facing his second opponent in the rankings.

  The rules for the second round remained the same, but all seven of Qi's disciples had been eliminated, with only 41 advancing to the second round.

  When these 41 seven-layer cultivator disciples were all drawn out, starting from the 42nd round, it would be time to start drawing eight-layer cultivator disciples as opponents.

  Xuántiān felt a lot of eyes staring at himself.

  Starting from the second round, Xuan Tian will face a challenge from his disciples who have higher cultivation than him.

  If luck is good and not being drawn out, when it's his turn later on, Xuan Tian's opponent will be a warrior with Eighth-Grade Cultivation.

  If luck is average, being drawn by a disciple of Ninefold Refining, Xuantian's opponent would be a warrior of Ninefold Refining.

  There are only 32 disciples of the tenth rank, while there are 41 remaining disciples of the seventh rank. In any case, Xuan Tian will not meet the giant disciple of the tenth rank in the second round.

  ……

  ……

  Wu Liao was the 107th, when he drew out the token from the box, he suddenly looked over at Xuan Tian, his lips slightly curled up, revealing a hint of a smile, and handed the token to Han Changlao.

  "Elder Han looked at the token and said loudly: 'Second round, No. 107 Wu Liao vs No. 467 Huang Tian, Ring No. 3.'"

  Feeling Wu Liao's gaze, Xuan Tian knew he must have drawn himself, and indeed it was as expected.

  Ranked 107th, it can be seen that Wu Liao is not outstanding among the disciples of Jiuchong Xiuwei.

  Xuantian snorted coldly in his heart, Wu Liao was Yang Shixiong's person and had represented Yang Shixiong to find Xuantian at his residence before. At that time, the conversation was not pleasant.

  Since he's Yang Shixiong's person, Xuantian is more than happy to give Wu Liao a good thrashing!

  As usual, the disciple who was drawn would go up to the stage first.

  Xuantian quickly arrived at the 3rd arena, where he had his first match. The outer sect elder in the stands, who had been impressed by Xuantian's performance earlier, looked surprised to see him again on the same stage for the second round of matches.

  Under the stage, except for the upper and lower passages on both sides of the stage, all other places have been surrounded by outer door disciples, leaving no gaps.

  Xuantian's first move, Empty-handed Blade Seizure, had already spread widely among the outer sect disciples. This time, Xuantian's opponent was a 9th rank cultivator, two ranks higher than Qu Xiangnan in the first round. All the disciples were very curious to see if Xuantian's 8th rank cultivation could be a match for Wu Liao's 9th rank cultivation.

  The second round of the competition was basically between disciples with 10th and 9th level cultivation against those with 7th and 8th level cultivation, so the outcome was almost certain. The only exception was the match between Xuan Tian and Wu Liao, which could be considered a strong encounter, making it somewhat worth watching. As a result, the number of outer sect disciples gathered to watch was the largest.

  Even several of the top disciples with multiple layers of refinement stood far away, casting their gaze towards arena 3.

  Soon, Wu Liao walked onto the stage with a smile on his face.

  According to etiquette, those with lower cultivation levels should greet those with higher cultivation levels first.

  Xuantian Dao: "Younger brother Huang Tian, Wu Liao Shixiong requests your guidance."

  "Hehe!"

  Wu Liao smiled and said: "I will naturally teach you, and also, Yang Shixiong asked me to greet you on his behalf."

  Originally thought Xuan Tian would show a panicked expression upon hearing Yang Shixiong's name, but Wu Liao was clearly disappointed.

  Xuantian's expression was calm and he said, "No need for Dong Shixiong to trouble himself, I will personally go pay my respects to him."

  The disciples under the stage exclaimed in shock, although the two men spoke politely, but the meaning of their words was very clear, and everyone heard it.

  Xuantian offended Yang Shixiong, and the outer door disciples have already mourned for him in silence. However, Xuantian actually said he wanted to personally go visit Yang Shixiong, implying that he wants to duel with Yang Shixiong in the ranking competition?

  At least rush into the top ten, and then have the strength to compete with Master Yang!

  Xuan Tian's martial arts skills had reached the eighth level of the Mystic Realm, and as a result, under the stage, all the outer sect disciples couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

  Many outer sect elite disciples looked at Xuan Tian with disdain and ridicule, their eyes revealing a mocking and contemptuous gaze.

  Wu Liao's eyes twitched, and Xuan Tian's tone was polite, but the meaning in his words had completely disregarded Wu Liao. Xuan Tian said he would personally challenge Yang Shixiong, implying that Wu Liao wasn't even worth considering as an opponent.

  Clang!

  Wu Liao's sword flashed out of its scabbard, and he shouted angrily: "You dare to compare yourself with Master Yang? Today, Master will teach you a lesson, so that you won't have any more wild fantasies."

  "Reunion Sword Technique!"

  Wu Liao let out a loud roar, his body leaping up ten meters, drawing an arc in the air as he descended, the sword in his hand bursting with dazzling light, its energy surging forth like a tidal wave from the heavens, striking towards Xuan Tian.

  Wu Liao's sword was more than ten times stronger than Qu Xiang Nan's sword.

  Occupying a high position, descending from mid-air, this one sword locks down the four cardinal directions and eight trigrams of Xuantian, all retreat routes are within the attack range of this sword.

  Watching Wu Liao come with a sword, Xuan Tian remained calm and composed, not hurried or anxious. His hands did not draw his sword, but instead clenched into fists, and his entire body bowed forward, forming a fist style, like a fierce cow appearing in the wilderness.

  The disciples under the stage were shocked and let out cries of surprise.

  "How is this possible? Huang Tian Shixiong facing Wu Liao Shixiong with ninefold cultivation, yet he still doesn't draw his sword?"

  "This is the starting move of the Fierce Bull Fist, my god, the Fierce Bull Fist is a mid-grade martial skill in the Yellow Rank! Could it be that Brother Huang Tian wants to use the Fierce Bull Fist to deal with the top-grade sword technique, Return to One Sword?"

  "My goodness! This is too arrogant, using a mid-grade yellow rank martial skill, and it's not even a sword technique. Against a high-grade yellow rank sword technique, Brother Huang Tian completely doesn't put Brother Wu Liao in his eyes?"

  "What's going on? Is this guy out of his mind? With only an 8th rank cultivation in the Martial Dao, he actually dares to look down on Wu Liao, a 9th rank cultivator?"

  "Fine! I'd like to see how Huang Tian uses his Wild Ox Fist to break Wu Liao's Return to One Sword Technique."

  ……

  ……

  It's not just the ordinary disciples who are exclaiming in surprise, but also the elite disciples of the Seventh, Eighth and Ninth levels of martial arts cultivation. Even the giant among the elite disciples at the Tenth level of cultivation couldn't help but let out a cry of astonishment.

  Xuan Tian is so disdainful of himself, Wu Liao is furious, if he is defeated by Xuan Tian's use of the Yellow Stage mid-grade martial skill "Fierce Bull Fist", he won't be able to hold his head up in front of other disciples again, it's simply shameful enough to want to smash into a tofu and die.

  "Huang Tian, you dare to look down on me like this, it's simply seeking death."

  Wu Liao was enraged, let out a loud shout, and with a flash of his sword, suddenly stabbed out two swords, striking down from mid-air, aiming at the two vital points of Xuan Tian.

  "Wild bull stretches its hooves!"

  Just as two sword lights were about to strike, Xuan Tian's body stretched out like a wild cow that had just come out into the open fields at dawn, and suddenly arched its back in a lazy stretch.

  Xuantian's twin fists, in this stretch, like lightning, struck out at the two sword lights.

  Dong dong...

  Two crisp and loud sounds, Xuan Tian's fists struck Wu Liao's sword from the side.

  Wu Liao felt two enormous powers coming from the sword, and with a slight tilt of the long sword to one side, his entire body was suspended in mid-air, unable to borrow any force, and was also brought to one side by these two forces.

  However, Wu Liao was after all a disciple of the 9th rank of the Martial Path, far from being comparable to an ordinary elite disciple. His body twisted in mid-air, and his direction changed abruptly as he fell, originally supposed to land on Xuantian's side, but instead landed behind Xuantian.

  Seizing this opportunity, Wu Liao thrust out one sword, directly stabbing at Xuan Tian's back.

  "Wild bull kick!"

  Xuantian was like a fierce cow, his legs always slightly bent. Wu Liao stabbed with one sword, Xuantian seemed to have expected it, and the back of his head was as if he had grown eyes, his right leg suddenly popped up from behind.

  Wu Liao's sword had not yet pierced Xuan Tian's back when Xuan Tian's right foot kicked Wu Liao's wrist.

  Clang!

  The long sword flew out of his hand and fell far away, directly outside the arena, where it was caught by an elite disciple.

  Wu Liao was shocked and with one hand he grabbed towards Xuan Tian's leg, wanting to grab Xuan Tian's leg and throw him off balance.

  Xuantian's speed was obviously much faster than Wu Liao, who only caught the shadow of his leg. As soon as Xuantian's foot touched the ground, his body spun around.

  "Wild bull's horn."

  Xuantian's body leaned forward, his two fists like a fierce bull's horns, striking out in a straight line.

  Crack!

  A dull thud, Xuan Tian's twin fists simultaneously struck Wu Liao's chest.

  Wu Liao's body suddenly flew backward, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and at least one rib was broken in front of his chest.

  Wu Liao flew back ten meters before landing on the stage, already close to the edge of the stage, his eyes wide with shock and fear.

  "Mad Bull Charge!"

  Xuantian's two legs were like the hind hooves of a wild cow, digging into the ground. His whole body was like a mad wild cow, fiercely charging forward, lowering his head to collide, and then punching out with both fists like two horns.

  Wu Liao had just landed when Xuan Tian rushed over, dodging was no use, avoiding was impossible, and he barely had time to cross his arms, forming a cross shape in front of his chest.

  Crack crack!

  Xuantian's two fists struck Wu Liao's arms, producing two crisp sounds. Both of Wu Liao's arms were fractured. Wu Liao was sent flying again and directly knocked out of the arena, landing among the crowd of disciples below.

  The fierce bull stretches its hooves, the fierce bull kicks its legs, the fierce bull butts its horns, the fierce bull charges forward!

  With just four moves, Xuan Tian used the Mangniu Fist to knock Wu Liao off the stage, winning the second round and advancing to the third.

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