Chapter 227 - 227 The More Exciting Competition
227 The More Exciting Competition
Changning slowly got off the carriage. She was wearing a golden crown with a real Dragon carved on it. She wore white clothes with a five-clawed Golden Dragon embroidered with golden threads. Her beautiful face was majestic, and her slightly raised belly had a hint of motherly radiance.
He Chuan was wearing a silver mask and a black suit. He exuded the imposing aura of a saint cultivator.
Because he had deliberately changed his aura, other than a few people who knew his identity, no one else knew that He Chuan was the State Duke.
The husband of Empress Changning.
“So strong!”
Everyone’s expression changed drastically when they saw He Chuan’s aura.
The Empress of the Zhou Dynasty was rumored to be a saint cultivator. They didn’t expect her husband to be a saint cultivator as well. And he seemed to be stronger than ordinary saint cultivators.
No wonder the assassin’s assassination failed.
This mysterious man was too powerful.
As He Chuan was wearing a silver mask, no one could see his true face. They did not dare to test him with their aura either and could only guess silently in their hearts.
Who was this mysterious man?
“Everyone, please begin!” Empress Changning held He Chuan’s hand. The two of them sat on the main seat and opened the door to the people below.
The reason why He Chuan had released the aura of a saint cultivator was to warn them not to act rashly.
Anyone who dared to assassinate the Empress would not have a good end.
If He Chuan hadn’t appeared, some people might have had some ideas. But now, if they wanted to make a move, they had to consider whether they could survive.
“Wow, the Empress of the Zhou Dynasty is so cool!” Lia’s beautiful eyes were filled with admiration. She had to admit that her father’s presence and grandeur could not compare to Empress Changning.
This was the aura of the great empire.
“Activate the formation!” Qin Yuntian gestured, and a few experts stepped forward to activate the protective array. The battle today was destined to be even more powerful. To avoid harming the innocent, the Imperial Court had to set up the array overnight.
He Chuan passed down this formation. He got this formation as a checked-in reward, but had no use for it, so he gave it to Empress Changning.
The first battle was between Zhou Haoran, the senior disciple of Mingjian Peak, and Wan Junxiong from Quanzhen Sect.
Both of them were half-step to saint cultivators and were famous experts in the martial world.
Even more coincidentally, both were sword experts.
He wondered if the Imperial Court had done sufficient research to make the first match extremely exciting.
Within the protective formation.
“I heard that Brother Zhou’s sword is very fast. I want to see it for myself!” Wan Junxiong was only holding a wooden sword.
This wooden sword was a rare peachtree thunder wood that only appeared once in a hundred years!
The peachtree thunder wood was split open by the lightning from the heavens, and ghosts were deeply afraid of it. It was the most powerful magical object to ward off evil.
Because the message of the Thunder God and Lightning Mother sealed their spiritual bodies on the thunder wood, it was highly intimidating to spirit bodies and could be used as a magical object to protect the residence.
The people believed that the trees that were struck down by lightning had the effect of exorcism.
Since light could drive away all the ghosts and evil spirits from the tree, the other ghosts did not dare to approach it when they saw it again. As the Thunder God had struck it, it had the innate effect of suppressing and warding off evil in Daoist talismans. They also used thunder wood to make magic tools, such as the thunder wood date seal.
Zhou Haoran held a three-foot-long Qingfeng sword in his hand. Mingjian Peak had no lack of famous swords!
As the eldest senior brother, the sword in his hand was the world’s most refined weapon. The blade was three feet and seven inches long, and the net weight was seven point thirteen pounds. It was called the Crystal Lunar Sword!
“Enough nonsense, fight!”
There was no nonsense!
Zhou Haoran turned into a bolt of lightning, and his sword technique poured down like moonlight!
The sword technique was agile and swift, like a green snake swimming in the air and clouds. When the sword gets its way, the rocks crumble!
“Good swordsmanship!” Wan Junxiong’s peach wood sword transformed into thousands of swords and he waved several yellow talismans at the same time. His Dao energy circulated and went against Zhou Haoran’s.
Normally, a Taoist could only choose between sword cultivation and Dao cultivation, but Wan Junxiong had clearly entered the level of great sword cultivation. In addition to his first-class swordsmanship, he also had some achievements in Dao.
Wan Junxiong’s peach wood sword spun and exchanged a blow with Zhou Haoran. The peach wood sword turned into four. His technique was clean and neat, and his figure was unpredictable.
In fact, there was only one real peach wood sword. The rest were all hidden swords!
He rotated the four hidden blades so that they were intertwined and flowing like clouds and water.
However, Zhou Haoran was fighting against Wan Junxiong’s peach wood sword with one hand and had to be careful of four hidden blades, but his face was not flustered at all. With the help of his brisk movements, he often disappeared inexplicably and then reappeared unexpectedly.
Of course, half-step saint cultivators were also divided into different realms. They were divided into the early stage, the middle stage, and the peak.
For example, Wan Junxiong and Zhou Haoran were almost in the middle stage. They were both one step away from the peak, and could see the barrier that people yearned for.
If he could break through successfully, he would become a true saint cultivator.
At that time, no one would be able to compete!
The road of martial arts became smoother.
The two of them exchanged blows, and for a moment, it was difficult to tell who was winning!
Figures flew around in the field, and sword radiances surged in all directions. The sword intent shot into the protective barrier, causing water to splash.
The system’s products were indeed of high quality.
The attack of a half-step saint cultivator couldn’t break the formation at all.
The martial arts practitioners present could not help but exclaim in their hearts. The Great Zhou Dynasty was getting stronger and stronger, and it would probably suppress the martial arts world for many more years.
“I’ve only been half-step into saint cultivator for three years. I’ve made some progress, but I haven’t reached the peak threshold. What about you?” Zhou Haoran’s breathing became more and more rapid.
It was obvious that he was at a disadvantage.
Wan Junxiong smiled slightly, and his hand quickly rotated, and the hidden blade also became six, “I’m about the same as you, but I feel that I’m going to enter my peak condition after today’s battle.”
“Congratulations on getting the answer. The condition is that you can really win today’s competition!” Zhou Haoran added.
Zhou Haoran suddenly waved his sleeves, and two purple sword intent shot out.
This sword intent was a true lost art!
“So young, but you can actually use the Mingjian Peak’s Purple Cloud Saint Sword?” Wan Junxiong sneered, and at the same time, he hit Zhou Haoran with his palm, like a celestial being touching the top of his head.
However, how could Zhou Haoran allow someone to touch his head? He shouted angrily and swung his sword, forcing Zhou Haoran to retreat three steps.
He took a step forward and threw a punch with his left hand!
Then, he heavily punched Zhou Haoran’s chest.
Again!
Another punch made Zhou Haoran spit out blood.
Wan Junxiong smashed Zhou Haoran to the ground. Three Flying Daggers flew out of Zhou Haoran’s sleeve, forcing Wan Junxiong to step back. He barely managed to escape and retreat to the side. At this moment, he was covered in blood and his clothes were torn. He was no longer as calm as before.
“Break!” Wan Junxiong glared at him.
The fog that had surrounded them dispersed. The wind, the chirping of birds, and the slight chill of the autumn night all returned in an instant!
Wan Junxiong won!
He was not too surprised because Wan Junxiong’s strength was slightly higher than Zhou Haoran!
If he didn’t win, then he should be the one to be surprised!
The people on Wan Junxiong’s side started to cheer for him!