Chapter 79: Wang Xuan: I Will Duel You with My Sword

to harm the wife of the Imperial Prince is absolutely unforgivable!"The Ninth Layer of the Soul Condensing Realm It can't be wrong!""Wang Xuan has really cultivated martial arts!""How is that possibl...When the disciples of Wanshan Sect heard that Xiao Xiang Fairy finally agreed to the wager, they were eager to fight, their fists clenched and itching for a match. Even a few elders got excited about it.

According to the calculations of their sect leader, martial combat is not something they would lose. This lone and outnumbered warrior will definitely suffer a heavy loss today.

"Yin Feng Valley is now in ruins. The sun sets in the west, and apart from Yin Wuji, there are no outstanding disciples left."

"Yes, that's why our Sect Master wants to marry the Fairy of Xiaoxiang and annex this valley."

We can't put it that way. The Fairy of Xiaoxiang was once the most beautiful woman in our Xuanwu Kingdom, and who wouldn't covet her beauty

"Tsk tsk, you actually dared to make a joke about our Sect Master."

"Haha~ You said it was a joke, but I'm afraid today Xiāngxiāng Fairy will lose so badly she won't even have her undergarments left..."

Several elders chuckled as they whispered to each other.

Soon, the disciples of Wan Jian Zong, except those above the Shan Hai Realm, were also mining at the bottom of the island. The disciples of the Mi Cang Realm and Xuan Yuan Realm all came to the island and surrounded a large circle as a martial arts arena.

Wang Xuan glanced at the disciples, men and women numbering in the hundreds.

The fairy Xiāoxiāng showed a slight trace of worry. Within the secret realm, there were twenty-five cultivators who had reached completion. Several of them displayed martial energy that hinted at a tendency to advance to the Shanhai realm!

I have to admit, just looking at these disciples, the Wan Jian Sect is far stronger than your Yin Feng Gu, there's no comparison.

The Sect Master of the Myriad Swords Sect saw the worry in Fairy Xiao Xiang's eyes and smiled slightly. "Today, Yin Feng Valley has honored us with its guests. This is the formidable Lord of Yin Feng Valley."

The Sect Master of Wanjian continued, "The young man beside the fairy is her most prized disciple. His combat prowess is formidable, and his talent is unparalleled."

"The Master has praised me." Wang Xuan hurriedly clasped his fists and said.

The disciples of the Wanjian Sect looked at each other in stunned silence.

You can't hear any good things, can you You're clearly trying to flatter your master and apprentice. Wait until later, I'll make sure your master and apprentice both look bad.

When Xiao Xiang Xianzi heard the words of Wan Jianzong's master, her face was initially stern. But immediately after, she frowned. It seemed that the disciples of Wan Jianzong did not show any reverence towards her, only some curiosity and some calm gazes.

"Let's cut the pleasantries. This martial arts competition is no-holds-barred. Whoever wins for our sect will be rewarded with a spiritual-grade sword technique. Who is willing to fight for the sect"

All the disciples of the Wan Jian Sect immediately became excited and invigorated. This was a chance for them to make an appearance in front of both sects, and there were sword techniques to be learned.

Many disciples were eager to volunteer, but the Master of Wanjian Sect pointed to a young man with his arms around swords, sleeping in the midst of the disciples.

"What's wrong with that disciple He's so useless, sleeping all day. You, get out there and fight with the others."

As soon as the Sect Master spoke, the disciples of the Wan Jian Sect who were watching from the ground gasped in astonishment and drew a sharp breath.

Isn't it said that only a mediocre disciple would be sent

The youth in gray robes, with his sword at his side, slowly opened his eyes. A gleam flashed within his pupils, like a blade of extraordinary sharpness, piercing the soul.

He rose slowly, his languid demeanor devoid of a smile, and walked into the room.

Xiao Xiang Xianzi suddenly clenched her jade hand, her anger surging like stormy waves.

This is not an ordinary disciple Even a fool can see that this is a top-tier disciple from the Wanjian Sect.

Wang Xuan's eyes moved slightly. This person's aura was restrained like a sword, and it was highly probable that he had cultivated sword intent.

"Master, please rest assured."

Wang Xuan smiled faintly, then strode slowly into the field, stopping ten paces away from the sword-wielding youth.

The young man brandishing his sword yawned and said, "Wu Di, please instruct me."

"Black Wind, just hearing your brother's name tells me you are no ordinary person. Please enlighten me." Wang Xuan smiled warmly.

The disciples of the Wanjian Sect looked intently, "Well, this apprentice of the Yin Feng Valley Master, his temperament is really good."

"Who is Wu Di That's disrespectful. It tarnishes the honor of our clan."

"Psst, he's the senior brother of the outer sect, his swordsmanship is amazing!"

"Hiss~~~, so he's the one who suppressed the outer sect with a single sword!"

"Well, it is said that the eldest brother honed his sword intent through dreams, and he is called the Sleeping Sword Immortal by us outer disciples."

Some new disciples of the Wanjian Sect were curious, and the older disciples explained in hushed tones.

Mu Ling'er sat among her disciples, stunned by the words: "To comprehend sword intent in one's sleep, such a powerful senior brother appears, isn't the Sect Master bullying others"

Su Shixiao said, "Brother Wu is known as the best swordsman among his peers. Let's see how Brother Wu uses his sword to win, which can also be beneficial to our swordsmanship."

Now, the two siblings have also reached the level of the Secret Storage Realm.

On the stage, Wu Di wore a lazy expression: “Hei Feng, junior brother, show me your weapon. I’ll let you make the first move.”

"No need." Wang Xuan smiled faintly. He seemed lazy, but in fact Wu Di was extremely carefree.

Wang Xuan's index and middle fingers moved like swords, slashing lightly beside him. It seemed as if a sword shadow had flashed past.

"Since my brother cultivates swordsmanship, I shall learn from you with this." Wang Xuan said lightly and calmly.

Wu Di's eyes turned cold. As the young man moved his sword fingers, he heard the sound of rushing water and saw a dense array of sword shadows from the river behind the youth flashing by.

"Hmph, just practicing a high-level sword technique, and you dare to display your swordsmanship in front of our Wanjian Sect Do you really think you're a swordsman"

Wu Di let out a cold snort, suddenly releasing an explosive aura from his body. The surrounding wind swirled as translucent moths appeared and flew towards the young man.

Wang Xuan's heart skipped a beat, his sword intent taking form.

Sword intent also has its highs and lows, divided into the intangible of small achievement, the materialized form of great achievement, and then there's the clarity of sword heart and the unity of man and sword.

At this age, Wu Di being able to achieve such a high level of skill and become a physical manifestation is already rare, he can definitely be called a swordsmanship genius.

Wang Xuan pointed his finger forward, and a miniature sword flew out from his fingertips. It darted through the air like a fish, deflecting wave after wave of crystal moths that attacked with their sword intent.

"Huh"

The Head of the Wanjian Sect and several elders examined the tiny, transparent sword with curiosity.

This is a high-grade sword type Martial Soul, and this young man has even cultivated Sword Intent.

Some new disciples looked puzzled.

"Why isn't this at all exciting The two of them aren't moving at all" A newly inducted disciple, puzzled, asked his senior brother beside him.

Big brother's face showed a slight seriousness, staring intently at the field, and explaining: "Because your martial arts cultivation is too low, and you haven't cultivated sword intent, that Xiao Xiang Xianzi's disciple is not weak, actually a swordsman who cultivates with one sword!"

"What! Brother, you mean he also has sword intent He's currently battling with sword intent!" A disciple of the Xuan Yuan Realm rubbed his eyes, discovering that with his eyesight, he couldn't see at all the clash of sword intent between the two people in the arena.

Wow!

Suddenly, a sword cry rang out, and the sword light soared into the sky. The long sword Wu Di was holding in his arms shot out of its scabbard and floated in mid-air.

Wang Xuan stood with his arms behind his back, his miniature sword martial spirit, deflecting the eight flying moth sword intents all outside a foot of him.

Begin.

With a single finger, Wang Xuan divided the miniature sword into two, then four... In the blink of an eye, it transformed into eight small swords. They repelled the incessant attacks of the sword intent fireflies and then pressed close to Wu Di.

The Master of the Wanjian Sect and the elders' faces changed slightly.

Wu Di's cheeks streamed with a cold sweat. He had wanted to use his sword intent to severely injure this black-hearted state of mind, but the other party's heart was so tenacious that despite the formless nature of his sword intent, it flowed like clouds and water.

"Good, I only used 60% of my power before. Now you're going to lose." Wu Di clenched his illusory sword and darted forward, rushing towards the young man.

Wang Xuan smiled harmlessly and said, "Wu Di, senior brother, I just used 50% of my strength. Let's have a good fight!"

"...." Wu Di's face darkened slightly. Was this child intentional or unintentional His words were quite brazen.

Fifty percent effort

Even with strong winds, he didn't flinch or stick his tongue out. He really can blow!

The moth suffers alone, and the thunderclap strikes with a single sword!

Wu Di unleashed his strongest sword strike, for he had heard the Sect Master's transmission, instructing him to defeat Xiao Xiang Xianzi's disciple with a single blow.

In a flash, a swarm of moths erupted from the sword, countless in number, swarming and surging toward Xiao Xiangxianzi's disciples.

The disciples of Wanjianzong gasped in unison. Each flying moth was a fusion of sword energy and intent, and even three masters at the ninth level of the Secret Realm couldn't hold them back!

"Ah~" Along with Mu Linger, many female disciples gasped in surprise, as if they had already seen Wang Xuan being pierced through his body by countless moths at the next moment!

"Senior brother, are you going to perform like a moth drawn to a flame..." A youthful smile echoed in response. a cold, expressionless face.The female ghost was a little irritable and frantic.She reached out and fiercely grabbed at Su Zixian's face, but who knew a golden light shot up, the female ghost screame...