1483: C1483 Martial Arts Contest

C1483 Martial Arts Contest

"What a strong defense!"

At the sight of this, most of the people in the square turned to look. In fact, the gazes of those disciples who were originally watching the battle had also been attracted over.

Xue Yuanhua wasn't hurt at all. He didn't even get shaken. Only the "Acalanātha Seal" was formed!

Not only did this hand seal have a terrifying defensive power, it also had a counter force. It directly injured an opponent of similar strength.

Ouyang Feng's face was flushed red as he steadied his body. The power within his body surged rapidly, quickly absorbing the blood and Qi within him. His gaze towards Xue Yuanhua was filled with anger and humiliation.

In the same realm, not only was he unable to compete with his opponent, but he had also been injured by his opponent. If the other party was a Saint Ruler, that would be acceptable, but the two of them were of equal strength.

This was a humiliation!

"Nine more moves." Xue Yuanhua looked at Ouyang Feng with disdain.

Ouyang Feng was furious. He shouted, took a step forward, and charged towards Xue Yuanhua.

Boom!

However, the result was still the same. Xue Yuanhua was still standing on the spot like a holy mountain, while Ouyang Feng was sent flying once again.

However, Ouyang Feng was already prepared, and was not sent flying this time.

"Eight more moves." Xue Yuanhua's disdainful voice strongly stimulated Ouyang Feng's expression, making it look even more sinister.

BOOM! BOOM! "Boom!

Ouyang Feng was furious as he crazily attacked Xue Yuanhua. However, no matter what kind of attack he used, it was unable to break Xue Yuanhua's defense.

This caused everyone to be even more shocked.

"This Xue Yuanhua's defense is so terrifying, even Holy King Stage experts wouldn't be able to break through his defense, right?" someone exclaimed in shock. It was unknown whether he was asking others or talking to himself.

"Haven't you heard? Not long ago, Xue Yuanhua had killed an expert with Holy King Stage. From the moment he went on stage, Ouyang Feng was destined to lose. "

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at Xue Yuanhua. This naturally included Murong Yu.

"It is definitely one of the words within the Nine-word Mantra! I wonder what that word is? " Murong Yu squinted his eyes as he looked at Xue Yuanhua on the stage.

The Nine-word Mantra was one of the most powerful techniques in the world. Legend has it that if all nine of them were gathered together, there would be an unexpected accomplishment!

The Nine-word Mantra, every word was a powerful cultivation technique or battle skill. It could be said that he had both offense and defense, as well as everything he needed.

Attack had "Word-competing Spell" and speed had "Military Character Spell". There were also techniques to cultivate the soul, time and space, and even invisibility. And the defense must be there.

Murong Yu had almost everything, except for his powerful defense cultivation technique. If a strong defensive skill like Xue Yuanhua was used by Murong Yu, the effect would be even more terrifying.

"I wonder what level his calligraphy has reached?" Murong Yu thought about it and became more and more determined to snatch the word Xue Yuanhua to cultivate.

"You can leave now."

While Murong Yu was deep in thought, Ouyang Feng had already unleashed ten moves. At this moment, Xue Yuanhua finally returned the attack. After a few loud laughs, he sent Ouyang Feng flying with a kick.

In fact, Xue Yuanhua's attack power was far less than his defense power. However, under the humiliation, Ouyang Feng's anger attacked his heart. In ten moves, he would use all his strength to execute each of his moves. As a result, after ten moves, his strength was almost depleted. Therefore, Xue Yuanhua succeeded in one move.

In reality, Xue Yuanhua had exhausted all of Ouyang Feng's strength.

"Xue Yuanhua won." An elder who was the host of the tournament's True Martial Holy Hall immediately announced the results.

Xue Yuanhua looked at the people below the stage arrogantly and finally, his gaze stopped on Murong Yu. At the same time, he made a beheading gesture.

"Hua!"

A commotion immediately broke out in the plaza. Xue Yuanhua wanted to challenge Murong Yu!

However, he didn't know if Murong Yu could defeat Xue Yuanhua. After all, even though Murong Yu was powerful, he was only at Holy Saint. Xue Yuanhua could even exhaust an expert at Holy King Stage to death, let alone Murong Yu.

Murong Yu only smiled indifferently in response to Xue Yuanhua's provocation. If this fellow did not cultivate Nine-word Mantra, it would be fine. He definitely had to die!

The martial arts competition continued!

Geniuses were competing with each other for power and killing in every direction. However, not many people were able to attract Murong Yu's attention. Apart from a few limited number of people.

For example, Han Zhengyaang from True Martial Holy Hall, Yang Kangping from Heaven Faction, Huang Mingzhe from Violet Thunder Hall, and Shi Kangsheng from Heavenly King Palace. Aside from Infernal Affairs, every single one of the ten Sacred Grounds had an extremely strong existence.

Of course, this did not mean that only one person among the many disciples of each of the Sacred Grounds was strong. The other disciples were also very powerful, and all of them were peerless geniuses when they took them out. However, only these people were qualified to be Murong Yu's opponent.

This was because even though these people had Paleo-sage Realm, they gave Murong Yu an extremely strong feeling. Murong Yu could feel that these people all had strength beyond their cultivation realm.

Although Xue Yuanhua's strength did not surpass his own, his "turtle shell" was extremely powerful and could be considered an opponent.

"Infernal Affairs's Murong Yu versus True Martial Holy Hall's Sun Qing!" It was at this time that the True Martial Holy Hall Elder's voice sounded from afar.

Murong Yu smiled and stood up slowly. He took a step forward and with a flash, he appeared on the stage.

"Murong Yu, you, the traitor of True Martial Holy Hall, still dare to appear on the stage today? "Alright, today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders."

Only then did Sun Qing of True Martial Holy Hall fly up to Murong Yu, and he said a few words to Murong Yu. At the same time, he also sent out a palm which shattered the air, and struck towards Murong Yu.

He was trying his best to kill Murong Yu with one palm.

A cold killing intent flashed across Murong Yu's eyes. He had lost both his father and mother since he was young, and had been bullied in Murong Family; he basically did not have any other elders. The elder Sun Qing was referring to Murong Yu's parents.

Although Murong Yu's memories of his parents were very vague, his parents were irreplaceable in his heart, and no one could replace them. Sun Qing's words had successfully angered Murong Yu.

Immediately, Murong Yu sneered: "One move. I only need one move to make you eat shit."

"You're courting death!" Sun Qing exploded into a rage. Carrying a monstrous momentum, he came crashing down in an earth-shattering manner.

Murong Yu just sneered and instead of retreating, he took a step forward. Without even making a move, his right hand suddenly stretched out and his five fingers opened up, viciously slapping down towards Sun Qing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Murong Yu's big hand did not show any sign of exploding with power or vigor. However, wherever his hand passed by, the force produced by Sun Qing's attack was reduced to dust, unable to withstand a single blow.

Sun Qing was greatly shocked, and his face revealed a shocked expression. However, he did not believe in what was happening. An even more violent power surged out, wanting to kill Murong Yu.

However, all of this was in vain. In front of absolute strength, he could not even withstand a single blow.

Bang!

In a split-second, Murong Yu's big hand mercilessly covered Sun Qing's body.

Sun Qing only had enough time to let out a scream before he was knocked to the ground with a palm from Murong Yu. He was lying flat on the ground in a position reminiscent of a dog eating shit.

Murong Yu was able to do what he said. He only defeated Sun Qing, the Ancient Sage, with one palm.

Sun Qing laid flat on the ground, his face red from shame and anger. He wanted to stand up, but there was nothing he could do. Because at the same time Murong Yu knocked him over, his power had already been sealed.

"Get the hell out of here." Murong Yu coldly snorted and kicked Sun Qing out of the arena. At the same time, Murong Yu also stepped out of the arena.0

And at this time, the True Martial Holy Hall Elder announced Murong Yu's victory.

"This Murong Yu is indeed strong, at least with strength exceeding one Large Stage. And it's even more than that. " Although Murong Yu went on stage, his strength still made many people ponder.

Although Sun Qing's strength wasn't that great, he was still a Sixth Order Ancient Sage. After being knocked down by Murong Yu with a single palm, wasn't Murong Yu powerful enough? And most importantly, Murong Yu was only at the fourth stage of Holy Saint.

However, if that was all, there was nothing to worry about.

Many experts smiled and did not put Murong Yu in their eyes. Murong Yu had strength beyond his level, so did they. Moreover, the difference in cultivation level now was the greatest.

"Get down!"

When Murong Yu returned to his seat, a familiar voice came from the other side of the square, which was the inner hall disciple competition.

Murong Yu turned his head and saw a shocking sword light shooting towards the sky.

The sword light was extremely sharp, sharp! A terrifying sword intent permeated the air, enveloping the entire arena. If it wasn't for the formations and restrictions outside the arena, the terrifying sword intent would have enveloped the entire plaza and caused the injuries of some of the weaker Saints.

And right in front of the sword beam, an expert of Chaotic Ancestral Saint Level was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, falling off the stage.

Wu Xinshui was standing on the stage with a long sword in her hand. Her face was pale. Clearly, this battle had been extremely arduous. After all, he only had Ancestral Saint, while his opponent was Chaotic Ancestral Sage.

But in the end, Wu Xinshui had still won, and defeated a Chaotic Ancestral Sage with just the strength of her Ancestral Saint.

Swish!

After Wu Xinshui came back, she sat down cross-legged, seeming to have comprehended something. Murong Yu did not disturb him. Instead, he placed a soundproof Inhibition Formation around him and set his gaze back on the Martial Competition.

At this moment, Yu Yangjia and Lau Xiankai also came back.

Without any suspense, the battle between the two of them was very easy. Yu Yangjia's strength was extremely powerful. Even though he had met with a high level Chaotic Ancestral Sage, he had still been easily defeated. Lau Xiankai was even luckier as his opponent was only a Saint Ruler! Even before the battle had begun, the Saint Ruler had already admitted defeat.

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