His face was burning, his head was buzzing, and Wu Ming was completely stunned.
"Is this... Fireball?"
"How did you hit me in an instant when you were so far away?"
He couldn't figure it out. What he saw before his eyes was just a ray of fire, just a blurry fireball that had not yet condensed.
The next moment, the fireball exploded on his face?
What the hell is this speed?
Moreover, could this be a fireball?
The force and aftereffect of this attack were too strong, right? It was like a cannonball, making one's scalp numb.
With the Dao Jade protecting them, disciples practicing sword fighting will not suffer direct damage.
But the residual burning and pain, as well as the impact, can still be felt.
This fireball was very tricky and caught people off guard.
Wu Ming was hit so hard that he almost fell down headfirst. He staggered a few steps before he managed to stand still. He shook his head for a long time before he came back to his senses from the shock of the fireball.
Then Wu Ming's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he screamed in his heart:
"not good!"
He immediately looked up and saw a sword light as clear as the moon on water condensing.
Linghu Xiao, who had been suppressed for the entire fight, had already become furious and would not let Wu Ming go.
He and Mo Hua cooperated well with each other, and taking advantage of the opportunity when Mo Hua used fireball technique, he had already started to accumulate energy.
By the time Wu Ming came to his senses, the sword energy had already been accumulated.
Linghu Xiao looked at Wu Ming with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man. He shouted clearly, swung his sword, and slashed out a sword light that was over ten feet long.
This sword light is extremely sharp.
Wu Ming was not stupid and wanted to run away immediately.
The effect of the Iron Armor Talisman is still there and can reduce the power of the sword energy, but he also doesn't want to bear Linghu Xiao's sword head-on.
A rare sword genius in five hundred years, the sword light that he swung out with all his strength was no joke.
As long as he could avoid this sword light, Linghu Xiao's spiritual power would be exhausted and he would become a lamb to be slaughtered.
The others are nothing more than fish on the chopping board.
The guy who attacked him with fireball can now be found to settle the score.
Wu Ming turned around, stepped on the ground, and tried to escape like a stream of fire.
But at this moment, a whistling sound broke through the air.
A fireball, drawing a straight streak of red light, hit Wu Ming's back even before the sound of breaking through the air.
"Damn, what is this..."
Wu Ming was furious, but he couldn't help losing his balance after being hit and fell to the ground.
The surging Chongxu sword energy arrived in an instant and struck him hard.
A blue light rose from the void on Wu Ming's body, resisting the power of Chongxu's sword energy, but at the same time, the light of the Lundao Jade on his forehead was fading rapidly.
Finally, the light disappeared and the Dao Jade shattered.
Wu Ming's face turned pale, but he could do nothing.
With a flash of light in the void, his figure completely disappeared and was carried out of the sword-fighting arena.
Wu Ming was defeated.
Linghu Xiao held the sword in one hand and gasped heavily.
Although he is a genius in swordsmanship and his sword energy is very powerful, this "power" is only the power of practice.
Actual combat is ever-changing and the situations are completely different.
Only then did he personally experience what his junior brother had told him before, that a strong cultivator must not only have strong combat power, but also strong actual combat ability.
The junior brother also said a strange term, called:
Actual conversion rate.
A cultivator who has great strength and a high conversion rate into actual combat is a truly powerful cultivator.
If one only has profound cultivation and superb swordsmanship, but lacks practical experience, cannot withstand pressure, and is helpless when targeted, then he will only be a weakling who is only good at talking but not doing anything.
No matter how strong your combat power is, if you cannot use it in battle, it is useless.
Through sword-fighting competitions, using competitions as training, fighting against geniuses, dealing with various situations, improving practical combat experience, improving the practical conversion of swordsmanship, giving full play to the power of the Chongxu Sword Art, and becoming a truly powerful swordsman in the future.
This is also what the junior brother expects and plans for himself.
Linghu Xiao calmed down his good mood, silently summed up the gains and losses, then raised his sword and pointed it at the other four cultivators of the Lingfu Sect.
His spiritual power was almost exhausted, but now, it was five against four, and the outcome was already decided.
After Wu Ming was defeated, Linghu Xiao was free to join other troops in the battle. Even though he had very little spiritual power left, the battle became one-sided in an instant.
If Mo Hua added a few more fireballs, the game of sword fighting would be settled.
Taixu Sect wins.
Above Fang Tianhua's shadow, the figures of Mo Hua and others also gradually disappeared.
The audience outside was also quiet for a while, and then there were scattered discussions:
"Linghu Xiao is still strong..."
"The Taixu Sect narrowly won a game..."
"That Mo Hua is really good. His fireball technique seems to be... okay?"
"Yeah, that's good," someone nodded, "The situation was at a stalemate, and his fireball technique broke the impasse and saved his teammates from danger."
Some people disagreed: "Is it possible that his teammates were put in such a difficult situation because of him?"
"If you just change anyone, five against five, we would have won long ago. Why do we need to dilly-dally like this?"
"Besides, for a mere fireball spell, can't you just use your hands?"
"Among all the cultivators in this world, if their spiritual roots have a touch of fire, who can't perform the Fireball Technique?"
"Have you ever seen a genius kid who relies on fireball magic to make a living at a sword fighting competition? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at..."
"But his fireball technique seems to be a little different... There is something weird about it..." someone murmured.
After hearing this, many careful monks began to look thoughtful.
Fang Tian Huaying is just a "projection" of a picture. No matter how clear it is, there will always be some distortion.
The audience outside still has a global perspective.
Due to the distorted image, they could see Mo Hua performing the fireball technique, but with the naked eye, it was difficult to discern the origin of the fireball.
They could only vaguely sense that there was something a little off about the fireball technique.
However, most monks still disagree.
Especially before, those who had always been prejudiced against ink painting and even harbored some malice, said with disdain:
"What's so different about Fireball? You're talking about it as if everyone can do it..."
"It's just a fireball spell. Even if you can do something fancy with it, what's the big deal? Isn't it still a fireball spell?"
"Those idiots from the Spirit Talisman Sect are nothing but show-offs in my opinion. It's ridiculous that they fell into the hands of this fireball technique..."
"Isn't it just a fireball? I can do it too..."
…
In the crowd, Gu Changhuai was dismissive of these remarks.
He just stared at Fang Tianhua's shadow, thinking of Mo Hua's fireball technique just now...
And at the beginning, in the thatched hut outside Qingzhou City, the dozen or so human traffickers who were killed by the fireball technique and then burned to "destroy the body" could not help but frown and sigh helplessly:
"This kid is really good at hiding..."
…
With the end of the sword fight with the Lingfu Sect.
The discussion about ink painting also died down temporarily.
It cannot be said that Mo Hua is useless.
It helps, but only a little.
That's probably the purpose of one or two fireballs.
Everyone's impression of Mo Hua changed from a good-for-nothing, dragging-down-the-backs-down "Prince" of the Taixu Sect to...
"A formation master who knows fireball magic."
…
Discussing the Tao outside the mountain.
Mo Hua and Linghu Xiao packed up and prepared to return to the sect, but after taking a few steps, they ran into a few people from the Lingfu Sect.
The current person is still Wu Ming.
He looked aggrieved, and in his frustration, there was anger. His spiritual armor was glowing red, and he looked like a defeated "rooster".
Wu Ming stared at everyone, especially the ink painting in the crowd.
His previous hatred was still towards Linghu Xiao.
But now, because he was hit in the face by the Fireball and was ridiculed, the hatred was successfully transferred.
"Mo Hua..." He kept repeating Mo Hua's name, feeling embarrassed and angry, and gnashing his teeth a little:
"If it weren't for you sneak attacking me with the fireball technique, I wouldn't have lost."
"If it weren't for you, Linghu Xiao would have been defeated by me..."
"I'll remember you. Just wait for me..."
After uttering these harsh words, he left.
Mo Hua frowned, somewhat confused, and looked at Linghu Xiao, curiously saying:
"Even if I used the fireball technique to blast his face, it was your swordsmanship that defeated him in the end. You were the one who defeated him, so why would he bear a grudge against me?"
Linghu Xiao was at a loss for words and remained silent.
"Maybe... I would rather die under the sword of a strong man than be humiliated by the fireball?" Situ Jian said.
After all, Tianjiao was defeated in a sword contest by the sword genius Chongxu's sword-breaking secret. Even though he was defeated, he still had a sense of tragic grandeur that he was honored in defeat.
But if a genius in a sword fight were to be defeated by the fireball technique... then after thinking about it, it would just be "ridiculous".
"Not really..." Mo Hua frowned, "There are thousands of Taoist methods, each with its own strengths and weaknesses. The key to applying them lies in one's heart."
"That's what you say, but Fireball is just Fireball after all..." Situ Jian said in a low voice.
Mo Hua shook his head solemnly, "You can't not treat Fireball as a spell... I will prove to them that Fireball is also a very powerful spell!"
Mo Hua looked serious, as if he wanted to vindicate the "fireball technique".
After all, the first offensive spell he learned was the Fireball spell, which was taught to him by Master Kui himself.
He would not allow anyone to look down upon the Fireball Technique!
"Return to the sect and prepare the tactics for the next sword fight!"
Mo Hua gave the order, and then left with a serious face.
Situ Jian looked at Mo Hua's back and sighed silently.
He always had a premonition in his heart.
This guy named Wu Ming was just the first "enemy" who was "killed" by the junior brother.
This is just the beginning, and the junior brother hasn't actually started to exert his strength yet.
Even more frustrating means are yet to come.
If the situation continues to develop like this, by the time the little brother finishes the sword fight, I really don't know how many more "enemies" he will have accumulated…
…
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
After returning to Taixu Gate, Mo Hua rested for a while and then began to prepare for the next sword fight.
And his next opponent in the Xuanzi game is the Badamen.
But the name of this sect is quite surprising...
Guishui Gate.
The ink painting shows deep thought.
Guishui Sect, formerly one of the Twelve-level Sects, was born out of the Shuiyu Sect back then. It was the sect responsible for the Rouge Boat incident. It violated the Taoist laws and the Qianxue rules, secretly engaged in romantic businesses, and broke the rules and regulations, so it was taken action by the Taoist court and thoroughly purged.
Today's Guishui Sect has undergone a "major change" from the top leaders to the ordinary disciples.
After the blood transfusion, the blood flowing in the Guishui Sect's body is the blood of "Daotingsi", or even the blood of the central "Daoting".
At the last conference, the sect underwent its first restructuring.
The Tai'a Sect and the Chongxu Sect dropped in ranking and had to merge with the Taixu Sect, which meant that two positions among the eight major sects were vacant.
One of these two positions was given to the "Gui Shui Gate" in the Twelve Flows.
The other position was also given to an "old acquaintance".
Cut off the Golden Gate...
It was once ranked among the twelfth-rate sects, with the Broken Gold Sword Technique as its core inheritance. Its disciples had conflicts with Mo Hua many times, and even after the incident in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, the Duanjin Sect experienced a power transition and a blood transfusion.
Ink painting also has a deep connection with Duan Jinmen.
When he first entered Qianxuezhou, he met the human trafficker Jiang Lao Da, who was the traitor who cut off Kinmen.
The two core inheritances of the Duanjin Sect, the Duanjin Sword Controlling Technique and the Duanjin Sword Formation, are both in Mo Hua's hands.
"Broken Golden Gate..."
Mo Hua's eyes flashed and his mind moved slightly.
It can be said that both the Guishui Gate and the Duanjin Gate have a deep connection with him.
The "major changes" in Guishuimen and Duanjinmen were also caused by him.
And now, Guishui Sect and Duanjin Sect have been promoted to the "Eight Great Sects" together... Mo Hua felt a little weird in his heart.
The Guishui Sect was promoted to one of the eight great sects. Besides its high ranking, there must have been the operation of the Dao Court behind it.
The mastermind behind this is probably Supervisor Xia.
Supervisor Xia, or the Taoist Court, wanted to interfere in the affairs of Qianxuezhou, and the focus of their attack was the Four Sects, Eight Schools, and Twelve Schools.
The Four Sects were too powerful, so the top ones at that time were the Eight Great Sects.
Penetrating an existing Eight Great Sects is far less direct and thorough than supporting a new Eight Great Sects.
Guishui Gate is an open card, and it is now the "pawn" of Daoting.
What about Broken Golden Gate?
After the incident in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua had not had much contact with him, and Song Jian had not seen him for a long time. I wonder if something happened here as well.
Is the Dao Court also supporting Duan Jinmen?
If so, does that mean... all these events, everything behind them, have been watched and calculated silently by the Dao Court's experts behind the scenes?
So...
Have I inadvertently become a "chess piece"?
Have my actions inadvertently promoted the changes and developments in the chess game?
"Who could this Daoting master who is in charge of all this be?"
"What is his purpose?"
Mo Hua frowned, feeling unpredictable, but he kept a thought in his mind so that he could be on guard for the future.
This is the secret of heaven. You are trying to understand the secret of heaven, and the secret of heaven is also trying to understand you.
You are calculating others, and others are also calculating you.
You treat others as chess pieces, and there may be someone who is also using you as a "chess piece" to play a big game...
Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly, and the cause and effect in his eyes rose and fell, and his understanding of the mysteries of heaven became deeper.
Then he collected his thoughts, concentrated on being a "chess piece", and continued to prepare for the sword-fighting conference.
"As long as I can eat the 'bait', it doesn't matter if I become a 'chess piece' for once..."
…
Two days later, we discussed Daoshan.
Another sword fight began.
The Taixu Sect, which was formed by the merger of three sects, faced off against the Guishui Sect, the newest of the eight major sects.
This time, the random competition system finally changed.
This time, it's a "beheading competition".
Each side chooses a disciple to serve as the other's "leader".
No matter whether other disciples are alive or dead, or whether the battle situation is good or bad, as long as the enemy's "leader" can be killed, you will be considered the winner. This is called "beheading."
When Taoist soldiers are fighting, they will occasionally select some death warriors to carry out "beheading" missions and kill enemy monks who are of noble status and special position.
This is also the origin of the "beheading competition" format.
Before the "beheading competition" begins, both sides will first determine the "leader".
This kind of "leader" is usually the strongest and most talented disciple in the team.
On the Guishui Sect's side, the disciple chosen to be the "leader" was named "Qin Cangliu".
The Qin family is a fifth-rank family in Qianxuezhou, and seems to have a close relationship with the Central Dao Court.
Qin Cangliu is a direct disciple of the Qin family and one of the most talented people in the Guishui sect.
Today, Guishui Gate is directly under the jurisdiction of the Central Dao Court.
The Qin family has this connection, and the sect is directly under the jurisdiction of the emperor. If nothing unexpected happens, this Qin Cangliu will surely become the head of a provincial government in due course.
It is even possible to enter the Central Dao Court and be promoted to the Dao Court's "Supervisor".
Therefore, he is the only one who can be the "leader" of Guishuimen team.
On the Taixu Sect's side, Mo Hua is the "leader".
Those who knew the inside story were not surprised.
But the monks watching the game outside found it very confusing.
"What is Taixu Sect doing now?"
"This is a beheading competition. Do they understand the rules? Do they know what this 'beheading' means?"
"It's fine if we don't choose Linghu Xiao as the 'leader', we can choose Ouyang Xuan. Or the guy with a sword on his back, or even the 'big fool'... at least he has thick skin and can take a beating."
"What's the purpose of choosing this ink painting?"
"His Taoism jade is as brittle as a walnut with paper skin. It breaks at the touch. How can it be compared?"
"When they were fighting with swords, did they use their brains?"
…
People outside the venue started to talk again.
The disciples from both sides in the field have begun to take their positions.
On the Guishui Sect side, Qin Cangliu was the leader, wearing a black Taoist robe and a "Shou" badge on his chest.
He practices water-based martial arts, and his personality is rather feminine, with a chilly air.
Because he was determined to work in the Daotingsi and was admitted to the Guishui Sect, he was influenced by his surroundings and had already acquired the dignified bearing of a "chief".
Several elders of the Qin family who worked in the Daoting and had extraordinary insights had all asserted that
this child would definitely hold a high position and power in the future.
But now, he is just a disciple.
He wanted to demonstrate his strength and become famous in the sword-fighting tournament, and use this as a foundation to realize his future ambitions step by step.
Now, his opponent is Taixu Sect.
The person who is to be "killed" is called "Mo Hua".
Qin Cangliu was also somewhat puzzled by this.
Why did Taixu Sect choose someone else, so why did they choose such a formation master who could kill people with one sword and be crippled with one pinch, to be the "leader".
Why?
With his fireball technique?
But no matter what, the goal is clear:
"Everyone, go all out, kill Mo Hua at all costs!"
If any one of these five people could get close to Mo Hua, he would only need one knife, one sword, or even just one punch to take his life and break his "Jade of Discussion of Dao".
In this way, the beheading was successful and Guishuimen won the game.
And he also took one step closer to his future.
"Yes, Brother Qin!"
The other disciples of Guishui Sect bowed one after another.
On the side of Taixu Gate.
Mo Hua also had a "Shou" sign hanging around his neck. He instructed Linghu Xiao and the others,
"The competition system has changed, the way of playing has also changed, we also need to change our tactics."
"You guys take the lead and I'll provide support."
"Who is that person on the other side..."
"Qin Cangliu." Situ Jiandao.
Mo Hua nodded, "Qin Cangliu, kill him and we will win."
This Qin Cangliu has an extraordinary family background and great talent. He may have a bright future, but now, this is a sword fight, so let's "kill" him first.
(End of this chapter)