Unfortunately, Wei Yuan's expression still seemed so calm. Looking at Wu Zixin who was posing in such a big formation, he chuckled and said, "Swordsmanship is quite attractive, but it's a pity that he can only get the shape but not the intention. No matter how good the swordsmanship is, it depends on who is using it."

As he said this, Wei Yuan raised his hand and pinched his sword finger, pointing at Wu Zixin in the sky like a long sword. Apart from that, he had no more movement.

Everyone was stunned at this moment. What is Wei Yuan doing?

Do you want to give up?

"That's right. Wu Zixin is an eighth-grade cultivator, and he also holds such earth-shaking sword skills. No matter how talented Wei Yuan is, he is afraid he will not dare to resist. It is reasonable to admit defeat."

"That's right, it would be great to be able to do this. At least now everyone knows that Wei Yuan is no longer a waste."

In the waiting area, Wei Sheng sneered, "It seems that I don't need to do anything anymore. Except for Wu Zixin, none of the remaining people are my opponents. As long as Wei Yuan loses here, the position of the young head of the family will be mine."

Within the big ping, the sword energy floated, but there was still a cold air that penetrated the bone marrow hidden in this sword energy.

Wu Zixin waved his long sword, and the cold air condensed and gathered on the sword body. In an instant, the ice condensed and turned into a sword blade about a meter long.

The moment the sword blade was formed, Wu Zixin took off without hesitation, and slashed hard at Wei Yuan with one sword.

The ice sword blade drew a huge fan in the air, and the breath splashed everywhere, and even the surrounding air began to gradually freeze.

"boom!"

A huge roar spread everywhere, ice chips flew, and white mist blocked everyone's vision.

On the martial arts stage, Wei Zhengfeng pinched his fists nervously, while Wu Long looked relaxed, with a smile on his lips. He still knew his son, and the snow-covered mountain was the sword technique of the Qianziyuan of the Imperial College, so how could these little ghosts in Youzhou City resist it.

Not to mention Wei Yuan, even an eighth-grade monk would not be able to escape without a single escape even if he met him.

As the breeze blew, the cold fog gradually faded, and you could vaguely see a figure holding a long sword standing in the fog.

At this moment, Wei Zhengfeng finally couldn't sit still. Wei Yuan had no long sword to match him from beginning to end, but Wu Zixin was wearing a sword.

But just when everyone thought that Wu Zixin had won the battle, the cold fog completely dissipated, and the scene that appeared surprised everyone.

The one holding the sword was not Wu Zixin, but Wei Yuan. At this time, Wu Zixin had already fainted and fell at Wei Yuan's feet.

On the martial arts platform, Wu Long was stunned at first, then suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "Impossible! Wei Yuan used a fraud!"

"Master Wu, how painful is the foot hit?"

Li Chudong laughed in a sarcastic look on his face.

Hearing this, Wu Long's mouth twitched suddenly. Until now, he still didn't believe that his son would lose to the trash of the Wei family. Not to mention the strength of the eighth grade, the sword technique was snowy all over the mountain. Although it was just a gesture in the sword scripture, how could it be resolved so easily?

"Mr. Governor, Wei Yuan is definitely using a trick. You have seen that sword just now. Even at the ninth level, it is impossible for Wei Yuan to escape unsuccessfully. Even if he is gifted, he cannot reach the ninth level. From this, it can be seen that he must have used some kind of talisman!"

Wu Long stood up and looked at Li Tianming with anger.

"The Master Wu's words are wrong. I have been studying the talisman array for some time. I didn't feel the talisman fluctuation at that moment, so Wei Yuan must have never used any talismans."

At this time, Guo Qian suddenly spoke.

As soon as these words were said, everyone was stunned. Li Tianming explained, "Teacher Guo teaches in the Imperial College with a talisman formation. The talisman master in the realm of Duanchen must not be misleading."

After he said this, Wu Long immediately twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Anyway, this Wei Yuan will never win..." Before Wu Long finished speaking, Wei Yuan on the big ping held a long sword in his hand, glanced at Wu Zixin, who was lying at his feet and said indifferently, "It's a mess, without any characteristics, it's simply unattractive. You disappointed me too much."

Wei Yuan's realm has reached the peak of the fourth grade, and he is only a little short of reaching the fifth grade. He originally wanted to use Wu Zixin's sword energy to break through the last barrier, but unfortunately, who would have thought that even Wu Zixin, an eighth grade cultivator, could still bring him too little pressure.

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan looked at the sword in his hand, "I think you'd better stop using the sword."

As he finished speaking, Wei Yuan's pupils condensed slightly, and a faint sound of dragon roar and sword sound spread all around Daping. At that moment, Wei Yuan seemed to have become a different person, washing away all the dew and being extraordinary.

The clouds above the large square seemed to be severely split by an invisible sword blade, and rushed straight into the sky.

At that moment, everyone on the watch platform stood up at the same time with disgrace, all of whom were shocked by this scene.

"This is! Sword Intent!"

Guo Qian spoke first, then showed ecstasy.

Li Tianming was also surprised. Although he had roughly guessed that Wei Yuan's strength might be quite good, he did not expect that he could actually activate the sword intent.

Sword intent, to put it bluntly, is the will of the sword. All sword cultivators in the world are eager to reach. Unfortunately, not anyone can reach the level of sword intent at will. There are not less than ten thousand people using swords in the entire Great Dao Dynasty, but there are less than five hundred people who can activate sword intent. This shows how high the sword intent is.

On the big ping, after the dragon roared and the sword sounded, the long sword in Wei Yuan's hand suddenly cracked a fine line, and then the fine lines spread rapidly, instantly spreading throughout the sword body. In the end, Wu Zixin's long sword could not withstand the sword intent caused by Wei Yuan, and completely shattered into a pool of scrap iron scattered all over the ground.

This scene immediately made everyone breathe a breath. Although Wu Zixin's sword is not considered a spiritual treasure of grade, it is considered a top-notch one. Unexpectedly, it was broken into pieces by Wei Yuan. What kind of realm is Wei Yuan? Could it be that he has broken the fetal breathing? On the martial arts platform, Li Chudong looked excited, "Master is indeed not an ordinary person, sword intent, I heard that even the Qianziyuan can only be activated. I am so lucky."

At the same time, in the waiting area, Wei Sheng crushed the armrests of the seats, his expression changed several times, and his viciousness and fear were stalemate. At this moment, he might not even know what he was thinking.

However, there is one thing that Wei Sheng is very clear. Since Wei Yuan has the strength to defeat Wu Zixin, it will naturally not be difficult for him to be in front of him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably have no hope for the position of the young head of the Wei family.

"No, I will never give up on this position. Since you want to fight with me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As he said this, Wei Sheng's eyes flashed with a ruthless look. He finally took out the jade bottle containing the demon blood pill in the Sumeru Ring, poured it into his mouth without hesitation, and then secretly meditated to start digesting the pills.

The Demon Blood Pill contains huge spiritual energy and demonic energy. As soon as the pill entered the abdomen, the vast medicinal power instantly broke through the bottleneck of the seventh level realm. Due to the existence of the Demon Blood Pill, even if Wei Sheng suppressed the Qi Sea, it would not cause spiritual energy tides, but the medicinal properties of the pill were enough to fill his Qi Sea.

Wei Yuan threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, turned around and returned to the waiting area, and immediately felt Wei Sheng's small movements, but he did not stop him. Instead, he smiled slightly, walked to his seat without saying a word, and began to close his eyes and rest.
Chapter completed!