C565 Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger(1)
Indeed, Jian Ao was amazing.
He had actually deliberately concealed his true strength and used the strength of an ordinary Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage to fight the person in front of him.
Look at how intense their fight was. One after another, sword beams shot out in all directions. Fortunately, the stage was made of special materials. It was able to withstand the full-force attacks of Sword General warriors several times, and only then did it not break. Otherwise, if it was the inner sect's life and death arena, no one knew how many times it would have changed.
The sword beams that filled the sky were like a sea of sword beams. The two men who were in the middle were exchanging attacks with one another. The sound of weapons clashing could be heard one after another.
They had seen those with low cultivation base pretending to be strong, but they had never seen someone with high cultivation base pretending to be weak. This was totally unexpected to Jian Ao, who had encountered such a situation for the first time. However, it was fortunate that his Soul Energy was powerful. He made a few mistakes at the beginning, but in the end, he was able to control it perfectly, and his strength was almost the same as his opponent's.
Looking at the two people fighting on the stage like a fog, everyone below the stage snorted in contempt.
To be able to become a seeded contestant with such strength, this was too abnormal. If this was really the case, then wouldn't that mean that the seeded contestants would be as high as twenty to thirty?
A Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage was considered a high grade amongst all the core disciples, but it was only a high grade. A person like Han Shiyun and Feng Piaoyu stood on the first step of the core disciples, and was considered one of the top figures. They had won over their followers. There were even Eighth Level of Great Sword Master Stage Ninth Level warriors.
The Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage warrior on the stage was Lu Ming's follower.
Lu Ming squinted his eyes as he watched. He had a feeling that something was wrong. The battle on the stage was raging like a raging fire, but the feeling of something was not right was even deeper, as if it was imprinted in his mind. But he really could not figure it out!
However, people's intuition was like a wild horse that could not be pulled, taking root in Lu Ming's heart.
"It's about time! It can end now!"
On the arena, Jian Ao secretly calculated the time. He looked at the other stages. Some people had the upper hand in the first battle, while others had already started the second battle. For example, Han Shiyun and Feng Piaoyu.
The two of them were indeed very strong, much stronger than the other seven people. The others could fight those who had just broken through to the Sword General, but the two of them were comparable to those who had broken through to the second or third level of the Sword General, especially Han Shiyun.
"It seems like those who are able to hold the first and second rank of the core disciples are not those who have an undeserved reputation!" Jian Ao thought to himself.
"Senior brother, you have to be careful! I'm going to use my ultimate skill!" Jian Ao suddenly shouted, "Look at the other arenas. The second match has already begun. We can't fall behind either!"
"Senior brother, take my sword!"
The Cool Breeze Sword in Jian Ao's hand danced, bringing along countless fine wind threads. As the sword danced, they were like ribbons that flowed with the wind.
"Myriad Winds of Wind!"
The treasured sword stabbed forward. The fine wind threads seemed to have been pulled by something as they flew upwards. They were like a sky curtain of wind that covered the sky and blotted out the sun, frightening the opponent to the point that his expression became grave.
The sword of the opponent, a Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage, had also turned into a circle. An oval white barrier appeared in front of him.
"The dome!"
He thrust the sword upwards, and the oval gas barrier flew away. With a loud roar, it crashed into the sky.
"Bam!"
Like the sound of bubbles breaking, the two clashed in mid-air, and the oval pushed forward. The weathering sky instantly caved in. However, the latter was unwilling to give up and attacked with all his strength. The two of them were actually destroyed at the same time.
A smile appeared on the Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage's face. He wanted to laugh at Jian Ao. He dared to use such a weak sword attack, but he wasn't afraid of losing face. He even said that it was a major attack. What a joke!
However, very soon, the smile on his face stopped.
"Come, let's fight to the death!" A loud laughter echoed.
He discovered that a silver-white ray of light had penetrated through the layers of air and was heading straight for his forehead. If he stood there foolishly again, he would definitely be stabbed by it. . . Although he was certain that he would not die from being stabbed, once he was forced to the glabella by the sword, he would lose! - - -although he was certain that he would not die from being stabbed, once he was forced to the glabella by the sword, then he would lose!
He was carrying Lu Ming's hope and also a chance to show himself. How could he be willing to do so? Even if God agreed, he wouldn't agree. Martial arts were meant to defy the heavens!
Without any hesitation, the Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage raised the sword in his hand and thrust it forward to meet Jian Ao's attack. Obviously, he was planning to fight Jian Ao head on.
The foot of the Qi tore through the air. The foot of the Qi caused Jian Ao's hair to fly. The foot of the Qi had the charm that Lou Lan would never return!
There was no turning back when the sword was thrust. It would either kill the enemy or lose its effectiveness. There would never be a so-called changing of moves.
The outcome of the battle would be decided by the outcome of the battle. Do you think I'm afraid of you!?
He was confident that when facing this move of his, he would be able to completely restrict his opponent's swordsmanship, causing him to lose the ability to fight. He had always firmly believed that this would be the outcome of this matter!
White Clouthed Young Man, who was charging in front of him, suddenly laughed. "You fell into my trap!"
Jian Ao's words made his heart tremble. Then, he realized that White Clouthed Young Man had disappeared. He looked at him again and found that White Clouthed Young Man was rolling on the ground. He had used the "donkey rolling" magical skill that had been lost in the martial world for a long time. At this time, he had already arrived in front of him.
"You have lost!"
Jian Ao lifted the Cool Breeze Sword forward. The sharp tip of the sword was pressed against his chest. As long as he stabbed it gently, the sword would be able to merge with his body and pierce through his heart. Then, he would die!
Yes, just like what Jian Ao had said, he had lost!
It was just that he had lost unjustly! He also felt the same way. Both of his eyes were red as he stared at Jian Ao, who was lying on the ground. He wished he could kill him.
He had actually been fooled by him!
Also, this person was so shameless!
And there was also. . . It was because he was too careless!
. . .
He had found many reasons for his failure.
In fact, there were too many people who were looking for excuses for their own mistakes because of something that was out of his expectations! He was not the first and not the last!
No matter how unwilling he was, he had lost when Jian Ao pointed his sword at his chest.
"Humph!" With a cold snort, he jumped down and landed in the crowd. However, he still had a grudge against Jian Ao for the battle just now.
He thought that if he fought again, he would definitely be able to defeat that crazy and shameless White Clouthed Young Man.
Tell me, why is it that the more handsome a person is, the more shameless he becomes? Only those who are shameless will be handsome!
This White Clouthed Young Man in front of him was a very good example!
