Chapter 190: The Chief Changes His Position, and the Old Times Come to an End

Lights and shadows flew, swords shot randomly, and rumblings were heard. Wu Yi could not see how the two fought, but he knew that the battle had reached a fever pitch.

"It seems that this cultivator who has achieved the first-grade pill is more powerful. The quality of the pill is indeed not so easy to catch up." Wu Yi could not see it, but it did not mean that these Yuanying Zhenren could not see it. Zhenren Liu, whose eyes were shining from time to time, said.

What, it was not Hua Jianling who was better. Wu Yi's mind moved when he heard it, and his eyes tried to find the real bodies of the two, but he still could not see clearly. There was only a residual shadow and light, and he did not know the general trend.

But the vision of the Yuanying Zhenren was naturally not wrong. After a cup of tea, there was a violent collision, and the spiritual energy was scattered, carrying the pill evil that was about to dissipate. A thick cloud of smoke rose in the center of the collision. Two figures flashed out of the thick smoke and showed their original bodies. At this time, it was still impossible to see the clear winner.

The two of them were in sync with each other, their spiritual consciousness was tightly locked on each other, and they fought again before the smoke and clouds were completely dispersed. The smoke and clouds gathered and spread more and more, and spread over more than ten miles. Wu Yi couldn't even see through the smoke and clouds formed by the thick spiritual energy at this time, and could only hear deafening noises from time to time.

When he was anxious, Wu Yi suddenly saw a huge bright light blooming in the smoke and clouds. As soon as it appeared, it swept away the endless smoke and clouds. The sky and the earth suddenly became clear, the clear air floated up, and the turbid air sank.

It was a bright light shot out by a rice-sized sword ball in Hua Jianling's hand. The bright light directly covered the rice-sized sword ball.

Unlike the sharp and boundless sword light contained in other sword balls, this bright light was clear and bright, as if it had the meaning of embracing all rivers and mixing the world. After a short while, Hua Jianling's face was covered with sweat, and his spirit was weak.

"You finally used this magic weapon." Anyone could feel the powerful power contained in this bright light, but Ming Weiyan's face did not change, as if he had been waiting for Hua Jianling to use this magic weapon. After all, he was defeated by this magic weapon in the past.

Hearing Ming Weiyan's words, Hua Jianling felt something was wrong from the bottom of his heart, but he still believed that his magic weapon would definitely defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. After being able to initially control this bright light, he raised his fingers and pointed at Ming Weiyan, and the bright light immediately shot towards Ming Weiyan.

After escaping from Hua Jianling's control, this bright light revealed its ferocious fangs. Everyone had no time to react. They could not see its shape or hear its sound. It was in line with the principle that the great image is invisible and the great sound is silent. Even the Yuanying Zhenren sitting high in the sky felt a hint of threat.

Zhi Tianxuan saw the origin of this sword pill, called Yuqing Sword Pill, it should be said that it is a fake Taoist weapon, not a real Taoist weapon, but the material is not inferior to the Taoist weapon, because it was originally a fragment of a Taoist weapon, and was re-refined by Lingming Shangzhen. It is much more powerful than ordinary killing weapons. Yuanying Zhenren may not have magic weapons of this level.

In order to prevent accidents, Zhi Tianxuan's magic power is hidden around the two people, between the real and the fake, so as not to interfere with the two people's fight, but can save the defeated one at any time so that he does not have to die.

If ordinary people encounter this level of magic weapon, they would have been waiting to die, but Ming Weiyan spread his sleeves and a light blue bead appeared.

After the blue bead appeared outside, it turned into a swimming fish. With a slight swing of its tail, it immediately stimulated the invisible white light from the mysterious state, and swallowed it into its stomach with a mouthful of swallowing.

The bright light was still restless in the belly of the fish, and the fish kept fighting. In order to refine the bright light, the fish stopped in the sky and fell into a deep sleep. The magic weapons of the two could not do anything to each other, and the battle situation returned to the beginning.

Above the sky, a surprised voice came, "Koi beads, this--" But the owner of the voice seemed to have thought of something and stopped abruptly.

Koi beads, one of the magic weapons of the headmaster Xuan Xingsi, appeared in Ming Weiyan's hands at this time. The headmaster's thoughts are worth guessing, but involving the Supreme Reality, the Yuanying True Person present dare not speak out.

What Hua Jianling was worried about still happened. A flash of anger flashed in his eyes. He understood that he could only fight to the death at this time, otherwise the position of the top ten disciples would definitely not be guaranteed.

Another series of roars came out. The two of them fought with real fire at this time, without caring about each other's face at all. The clothes were messy, the hair was scattered, and the wounds were covered with blood. The battle was tragic.

At this time, the battle between the two sides was no longer just a single individual battle, but also a game between the real people behind the scenes, and even more a battle between the two classes of noble birth and humble birth in the sect.

Whether it is the balance of heaven or the eternal solidity of human nature, it all depends on one battle.

The disciples watching the battle below were also divided into two factions, cheering for the two loudly, and the sound of mountains and tsunamis rose and fell one after another, even if they were hoarse, they would not hesitate. The scene was so hot that Wu Yi had never heard of it before.

Hua Jianling tried his best to cut out an endless sword light, which spread across the sky and the earth, and it seemed to be one, but in fact it was composed of countless small sword lights, changing with the heart, large but not stagnant, very much like the style of a sword cultivator.

Ming Weiyan pushed forward with both palms, and the layers of spiritual energy formed a cloud wall blocking in front. After entering the cloud wall, the fine small sword lights were trapped in it and could not go any further.

"Not good." Hua Jianling's expression suddenly changed, and he changed from attack to defense. A golden light appeared in front of him. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this is a sword curtain made up of sword light.

Ming Weiyan clenched his fist, and the sword beams trapped in the cloud wall were annihilated. He swung it again, and the cloud turned into a fist that was several miles long and wide. It moved very slowly at first, but then it got faster and faster, and its size also shrank a lot. Finally, it was compressed to the extreme, becoming a crystal-clear fist, not like a human thing, and it was unknown how much power it contained.

Under this fist, the sword curtain seemed to be made of paper, and it was torn apart as soon as it came into contact. Hua Jianling knew that he could not fight, and he wanted to move to other places in a flash, but the fist had already locked him, and the distance between them kept shrinking.

Ming Weiyan, who controlled the crystal fist, was not so easy. His body was swaying and sweating, but it was not a loss to force Hua Jianling to flee everywhere.

There was no way to hide, so he had to use the strategy of weakening. Hua Jianling slashed out countless sword beams, trying to weaken the crystal fist bit by bit, but the effect was not great.

Ming Weiyan released a stream of energy, and his fist suddenly accelerated, actually penetrating directly through Hua Jianling's body. In an instant, blood flew everywhere, and flesh was scattered everywhere.

"Ah." A female cultivator exclaimed, not daring to look directly at this tragic scene.

If Hua Jianling had not dodged in time, this fist would have hit his dantian. If it had hit him, even if it could be completely repaired, it would still require endless treasures and elixirs, and it would take an indescribable amount of time. It was a blessing in disguise.

But the more dangerous thing was not over yet. The fist flew not far away, and Ming Weiyan dispersed his mind control. The endless spiritual energy that was compressed together suddenly lost its restraining cage and was at risk of exploding. Once this fist exploded, it would not be difficult to destroy the area within a radius of several miles. The disciples who were watching the battle in shock retreated one after another, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by this storm.

And Hua Jianling, with disheveled hair, raised his head and stared fiercely at Ming Weiyan opposite him, his eyes red and bloodshot, suppressing the most dangerous counterattack.

A pure white aura emerged from Hua Jianling's body, and Hua Jianling's momentum suddenly increased several times.

"Crazy, crazy." Wu Yi, who had never spoken before, saw this scene and forgot his identity, muttering to himself.

Hua Jianling actually used all the innate energy in his origin energy bead. This was used only in the life and death struggle of a Qi Sect disciple. There are endless troubles. If it is not controlled well, there may even be a worry about life. It is inevitable that it will show a bad character to use it at this time. At the same time, it can also be seen how deeply Ming Weiyan hit Hua Jianling.

Ming Weiyan watched Hua Jianling's performance jokingly. Although he was solemn in his heart and quietly used the innate energy, he still acted disdainfully on the outside to anger Hua Jianling and make him make more mistakes so that he could defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

However, the fight between the two did not come true. Zhi Tianxuan made a move, and a blue-white thunder appeared inexplicably and shot at Hua Jianling. It did not cause much damage to him, but the gradually growing momentum of Hua Jianling seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water and immediately subsided.

The fist that was about to explode was also broken by the blue thunder, and a short-term heavy rainfall suddenly fell in the area, and the area within a radius of several miles became a swamp.

After experiencing this ups and downs, Hua Jianling suddenly fainted. Above the extreme sky, a real person raised his hand and Hua Jianling's falling body was captured by him. He was Hua Jianling's senior brother and a disciple of Lingming Shangzhen. It was normal for him to do this.

After taking Hua Jianling, the real person said hello to Zhi Tianxuan and left directly, no longer watching the battle. After all, it was more important to recuperate and restore Hua Jianling's body. Everyone didn't care and let him leave.

His departure also announced Hua Jianling's complete defeat. There was no one to speak. Zhi Tianxuan, the leader, stood up and said loudly: "The winner is Ming Weiyan."

The crowd was jubilant, but the most excited were the cultivators of humble origins. After all, in their opinion, Ming Weiyan represented their sect, and the contradiction that had troubled Yiqimen for a long time was alleviated.

"I am sorry to make you laugh. I am young and energetic, and I want to compete for the first place." Zhi Tianxuan made a helpless gesture and smiled.

"No problem, no problem, who didn't go through this in the past?" The three masters of his sect said together, but their eyes were flickering. I don't know what they were thinking.

Sensing the expressions of the three people, Zhi Tianxuan's respect for Xuan Xingsi was even greater. Choosing this time to break this contradiction was probably also to tell other sects that Yiqimen had solved this class contradiction, and to persuade them to give up the idea of ​​​​disrupting Yiqimen as soon as possible.

Killing two birds with one stone, it is obviously Xuan Xingsi's style. But how many birds were shot? Perhaps only Xuan Xingsi himself understood.

Ming Weiyan took the top position among the ten disciples, and the other disciples were thinking about the meaning behind this sudden change. No disciple challenged in the following internal ranking battle, and Wang Chuchen took the ninth place.

A battle that should have lasted for ten days ended in seven days, but with the battle between Ming Weiyan and Hua Jianling, no one dared to say it was not exciting.

And this storm is far from over.