C407 Unbelievable
C407 Unbelievable
"Pann Wenloong's Ghost Blade is too powerful!"
"This sword technique of Ouyang Xiaotian's is really amazing, using the wind to break shadow! I heard that this kid only has Fifth Grade Talent, but never would I have thought that his progress would be so fast in less than half a year's time. "
A Outer Sect Deacon who was casually commenting on Ouyang Xiaotian's sword art suddenly stopped and frowned.
Looking at the small cyclone in front of the strong wind, Outer Sect Deacon frowned: "Strange, weird, how come I can't see the secret to the sword technique of a level two Arcana Human Stage martial artist?"
"Weird, really weird! This small cyclone is so strange! "
The Void Transforming Stage Elder Yan Daode was similarly frowning as he looked at Ouyang Xiaotian's sword technique, feeling puzzled in his heart.
"What a strange cyclone. Did this kid touch upon the concept of wind?" "Fong Tian, quickly come and see. This little guy named Ouyang Xiaotian has such a unique sword art. Almost every sword style has a small cyclone.
On the cliff in the distance, Fong Tian and Chu Feiyun were leaning against the mountain rock leisurely. They were originally prepared to see what Ouyang Xiaotian was worth paying attention to, but it just so happened that they saw the battle between Ouyang Xiaotian and Pann Wenloong.
Fong Tian heard and was stunned, he said in a deep voice: "Power of Space, this guy has a bit of Power of Space in his small cyclone, look at the silver light inside, it is clearly the Power of Space! Heavens, he could actually use the Power of Space. How did this brat do it? "
"Un, it really is the Power of Space. Could it be that the reason this kid is using the teleportation array is because of this Power of Space?"
Fong Tian thought back to a few days ago, when Ouyang Xiaotian had consumed dozens of Middle Grade Spirit Stone and repeatedly rode on the teleportation circle. Who would have thought that the wondrous use of the Power of Space would actually appear here. That day, when she didn't understand, she had still mocked and criticized him.
"My God! Is this kid even human? "
"How is that possible? What is Power of Space? I have been in charge of teleportation formations every day, and have come in contact with the Power of Space every day. Furthermore, your bloodline is also different from ordinary people. I was wondering, how did this guy manage to understand the magical effects of the Power of Space? "
The two of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.
To be able to comprehend the wonders of the Power of Space and even use it, this showed that Ouyang Xiaotian was truly not an ordinary person.
On the arena, the small cyclone emitted a "chi chi" sound.
The small air whirl created by the Mountain Cutting Swordsmanship merged with a trace of the Power of Space. It was extremely fast and destructive.
As long as Pann Wenloong's shadow came in contact with the small cyclone, it would be minced and swallowed up.
Suddenly, the sound of wind breaking sounded and the Silver Dragon Stripe Sword slashed straight towards Pann Wenloong.
Under the suppression of the small cyclone, Pann Wenloong's body froze and a hint of surprise appeared on his pale face.
"Brat, you will pay for your stupidity!"
"Netherworld Saber!"
Pann Wenloong brandished his Lifestealer Knife ruthlessly. Nine grey saber lights slashed out, and in an instant, the nine figures split into nine. He needed a total of eighty-one streaks of saber light. 81 blade lights blotted out the sky as they flew towards Ouyang Xiaotian, making it hard to guard against.
Ouyang Xiaotian's expression was grave as he brandished his Silver Dragon Stripe Sword. Countless small air cyclones appeared, "Chi!", "Chi!", "Chi!". All of the afterimages and saber lights were shattered as the small cyclone wrapped around Pann Wenloong.
A strange force came over. Pann Wenloong suddenly realized that the small cyclone surrounding his body had made it difficult for him to move.
He was shocked, the Silver Dragon Stripe Sword had already struck his face!
The strength of Ouyang Xiaotian's sword attack was already at three hundred thousand Jin! Pann Wenloong's face changed as he quickly retreated!
Seeing Pann Wenloong retreat quickly, the surrounding Outer Sect disciples were all shocked.
"What?" Brother Pan was actually pushed back? "Oh my god!"
"Ouyang Xiaotian is just a newcomer with Fifth Grade Talent. Since when did he become so powerful?"
"Is Senior Brother Ouyang a legendary demon? Or could it be that Senior Brother Pan only has a false reputation? "
"Oh my god!" What happened to this year's rookies? All of them are monstrous geniuses, how can they let others live? "
"..."
Countless Outer Sect disciples were dumbstruck when they saw this shocking scene.
Waves of cheers suddenly burst out from the Outer Sect disciples.
"Senior Brother Ouyang is brave!"
"Senior Brother Ouyang is mighty!"
"Unparalleled Sword Art Senior Brother Ouyang!"
"..."
Unlike Dugu Zu, Pann Wenloong, and the others, they were either talented, rich, or had the guidance of a master teacher. Ouyang Xiaotian was from the lowest class of martial artists in the Humble Class.
Hearing the cheers from the audience, Pann Wenloong had an ugly expression on his face, while Ouyang Xiaotian had a smile on his face.
Ouyang Xiaotian seized the opportunity to give chase after Pann Wenloong's retreat. Ouyang Xiaotian leaped up, waved his sword and chased after Pann Wenloong.
The wind that blew against Pann Wenloong's face made it difficult for him to even breathe! Pann Wenloong had to dodge again.
"Mountain Cutting Swordsmanship!"
The Silver Dragon Stripe Sword waved its hand again, and a small cyclone flew towards Pann Wenloong and wrapped him up.
Along with the increasing number of small cyclones, they filled every corner of the battle stage. Pann Wenloong felt that his actions were getting more and more difficult.
Danger! If this went on, perhaps he would become Ouyang Xiaotian's ghost under the sword.
Pann Wenloong felt depressed and kept backing down, which surprised the surrounding disciples.
Even if Dugu Xingfeng and Liu Tianbao's Qinglian Peak were ranked above Pann Wenloong's, they still wouldn't be able to chase after Pann Wenloong and fight. One by one, Ouyang Xiaotian's small cyclones pressured Pann Wenloong to the point that he didn't even have the chance to fight back.
After a dozen breaths of time, Pann Wenloong had nearly been struck by Ouyang Xiaotian's treasured sword several times. He finally understood that it was time for him to counterattack. Otherwise, he would never be able to leave this stage.
"Shua!"
Pann Wenloong suddenly turned around, and the Lifesteal Knife raised Ouyang Xiaotian's chest from the bottom to the top.
A grey blade-light, mixed with the faint sound of ghosts crying, appeared. This blade clawed towards Ouyang Xiaotian's chest like the claw of an evil ghost.
"Such a vicious sabre technique!" Mountain Cutting Swordsmanship! "
Ouyang Xiaotian's expression changed as he frantically circulated his spirit energy. He suddenly waved his sword and in an instant, a dazzling silver light illuminated the entire Challenge Battlestage.
A large gust of wind was released from the sparring ring, and all of the small wind vortexes were gathered together in an instant. On the Silver Dragon Stripe Sword, a silver glow emanated from its blade. It suddenly expanded to three meters.
Even the sword intent had been assimilated into the silver sword ray. Ouyang Xiaotian, one slash, the world changed color, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves!
The surrounding one hundred meters radius around the Challenge Battlestage, along with the howling of the mountain wind, were all fused into this move. It blotted out the sky and covered the earth as it charged towards Pann Wenloong.
"Crack!" The sword slashed out, breaking all of Pann Wenloong's defenses. The Lifesteal Knife was broken! His fingers were broken! Even his right arm was broken!
Blood spewed out like a fountain, the scene was too tragic to bear to look at!