NOVEL NEXT Chapter 43 Long Aotian is defeated
[In the third year, you have mastered the complex moves in the sword manual, and you begin to try to integrate your spiritual power with it. ]
[In the fourth year, the integration of spiritual power and sword manual has made significant progress, and every attempt has brought your understanding of the sword manual to a higher level. ]
[In the fifth year, the key nodes in the sword manual have been conquered one by one, and you feel unprecedented power surging in your body. That power is like a surging tide, one wave after another, impacting your meridians. You grit your teeth and try to withstand this powerful force, while constantly adjusting and adapting to allow yourself to better control it. ]
[In the sixth year...]
[In the seventh year...]
[In the eighth year, you continue to optimize and improve the sword style to make it more perfect. Every subtle movement, every flow of spiritual power, has been repeatedly scrutinized and practiced. You are like a craftsman who strives for perfection, polishing your work carefully, and not allowing any flaws. ]
[In the ninth year, the power of the sword style gradually increases. You are more and more proficient in the sword manual and can perform sword moves at will. The coordination of spiritual power and sword style has reached a state that is almost instinctive. ]
[In the tenth year, you can simulate the complete sword moves in your mind, just waiting for practice. You polish the details of the sword moves in the final stage, striving to achieve perfection. ]
[The Lingxiao Sword Manual has ended the deduction]
After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
Shen Lang performed the fifth style of the Lingxiao Sword Manual. The sword was like a rainbow, the light was bright, and he attacked Long Aotian with an unstoppable momentum.
This sword seemed to condense all of Shen Lang's strength and determination.
Long Aotian was caught off guard and was enveloped by this sudden and powerful sword force. He had no time to dodge.
With a "swish", Long Aotian was cut down by Shen Lang.
However, at this critical moment, the magic circle was activated in time, emitting a ray of light to protect Long Aotian.
Despite this, Long Aotian still suffered minor injuries.
He looked pale, and looked at Shen Lang with lingering fear, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
"I didn't expect you to have such a trump card!" Long Aotian gritted his teeth and said, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone.
Shen Lang was also exhausted at this moment, and his breath was a little unstable due to the consumption of deduced life, but his eyes were still firm.
The crowd in the audience was in an uproar, and no one expected that the situation would suddenly reverse like this.
"Shen Lang actually has such a powerful sword manual!"
"It seems that this competition is getting more and more exciting!"
The head of Yunhou and other peak masters also looked solemn and paid close attention to the situation on the stage.
Long Aotian suppressed the shock in his heart, raised the sword again, and said: "Shen Lang, come again!"
Shen Lang took a deep breath and responded: "Okay!"
The two pointed their swords at each other again.
Long Aotian flashed, as fast as a ghost, and took the lead in launching an attack.
The sword in his hand was swung tightly and his sword moves were extremely sharp. Each sword was filled with endless anger and powerful spiritual power fluctuations.
Shen Lang responded calmly, his eyes focused and calm, and he cleverly resolved Long Aotian's attacks with the exquisite moves of Lingxiao Sword Manual.
For a time, the sword energy on the ring was crisscrossed, the light was intertwined, and the piercing sound of swords resounded through the sky.
The disciples under the stage watched intently, clenched their fists nervously, and dared not breathe.
"These two people are so strong!"
"I don't know who will have the upper hand this time."
Just when the two sides were fighting hard, Shen Lang suddenly changed his sword style and stabbed Long Aotian at an extremely tricky angle.
This sword was unexpected, and Long Aotian was unable to react. His arm was scratched, and blood instantly stained his sleeves red.
"Ah!" Long Aotian cried out in pain and took a few steps back.
His face showed a painful look, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more vigorous.
Shen Lang took the opportunity to pursue the victory, and his sword became more and more fierce, attacking Long Aotian like a storm.
Long Aotian gradually found it difficult to resist and began to be at a disadvantage. His breathing became rapid and his forehead was covered with sweat.
But Long Aotian was a master of Tianshan Sword Sect after all. He quickly adjusted his state, endured the pain, and reorganized the offensive.
His swordsmanship became more stable, and every sword was full of determination to fight to the death.
The two fell into a stalemate again, and neither could win easily.
Every attack of Shen Lang was cleverly resolved by Long Aotian, and Long Aotian's counterattack was barely blocked by Shen Lang.
Their physical strength and spiritual power were rapidly consumed, but no one had the intention of retreating.
Sweat beads rolled down Shen Lang's forehead and dripped onto the ground, and were instantly evaporated by the hot fighting atmosphere.
Long Aotian's breathing became heavier, but his eyes were still firm, staring at Shen Lang's every move.
Everyone in the audience held their breath at this time, and the tense atmosphere filled the whole venue.
"What should we do? If this continues, they will both lose." A disciple couldn't help but whispered.
"Hush, don't make a sound, let's see how they decide the winner." The disciple next to him hurriedly stopped him.
At this moment, Shen Lang suddenly shouted, and all his spiritual power gathered on the sword. The sword body shone brightly, and he performed a trick from Lingxiao Sword Manual.
Seeing this, Long Aotian did not show any weakness, and raised his spiritual power to the extreme, facing Shen Lang's attack.
There was a loud "bang", and the two swords collided with each other, generating a powerful shock wave that spread all around.
Shen Lang and Long Aotian were both knocked back by the force, their bodies swaying, and the swords in their hands almost slipped out of their hands.
The head of the Yunhou Sect and other peak masters stood up, ready to stop them at the critical moment to prevent an irreversible situation.
At this time, Shen Lang gritted his teeth, raised his sword again, and said, "Long Aotian, today's battle must be decided!"
Long Aotian panted and responded, "Come on, Shen Lang, I won't lose to you!"
The two rushed towards each other again, and the swords intersected again, sparks flying.
The disciples in the audience were so shocked by the fierce battle that they could not speak and could only watch intently.
Just when they were trying their best, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and a mysterious light fell from the sky, covering Shen Lang and Long Aotian.
The two were instantly unable to move, and the swords in their hands fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" The disciples looked at this scene in surprise.
The light gradually dissipated, and the headmaster and other peak masters appeared in front of everyone.
The headmaster Yunhou looked solemn, his eyes swept over Shen Lang and Long Aotian, and said: "You two are equally strong, and your fighting spirit is commendable. But what's the point of fighting like this, both of you will be hurt?"
The other peak masters also nodded and agreed: "The headmaster is right, let's stop this competition."
Shen Lang and Long Aotian looked at each other. Although they were still unwilling, they also understood that what the headmaster and the peak masters said made sense.