Chapter 967 The Sword Points to the Sky

"Please advise!" Yang Yu suddenly stopped smiling and showed a serious look on his face.

A white light suddenly flashed on his arm, and a white feather fan appeared in his hand. At the same time, the peak cultivation level of the early stage of divine transformation exploded all over his body.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Lu Chen's face, a green light flashed in his hand, and the ancient lotus sword suddenly appeared, making bursts of sword sounds.

At this moment, the expressions of the teachers on the stands have not changed much, and they are all looking downward.

The five-pointed battle platform below them was divided into fourteen and twenty-eight candidates, each of two people fighting against each other.

"Brother Liu, what will happen to you when your apprentice fights Lu Chen?" Duan Liushui glanced at the battle platform below, then turned to look at a middle-aged man wearing light silk green clothes next to him.

This man in green is none other than Su Yu's father, Teacher Liu Yuan, who is also one of the twelve branches of the academy.

"Brother Duan, this first battle is not important at all. The outcome does not mean much." Liu Yuan smiled slightly and glanced at the person beside him.

There are a total of twenty-eight candidates, eight of whom will be eliminated directly in the first round.

In this so-called elimination, in addition to victory or defeat, there are many other factors that will be taken into consideration. The decision-making power of leaving the eight people naturally falls in the hands of their teacher.

In fact, these eight unlucky candidates had been selected before the competition began, and Lu Chen was naturally among them.

But if Lu Chen defeated this time, he would be able to jump out of the eight people and no longer be under control.

"Brother Liu, do you know that if you deliberately let Lu Chen win, the number of ten candidates will be out of our control." Duan Liushui's voice was gloomy.

Liu Yuan smiled and shook his head. After glancing at Duanliushui beside him, he immediately withdrew his gaze.

"He can't win. If he wins by chance, wouldn't he still have your brother Duan's bloodline behind him? Does it mean that brother Duan has no confidence in his apprentice?" Liu Yuan said with a smile.

"Hmph, this person can't stand a single move in the hands of my apprentice." Duanliushui snorted coldly, and then looked at Lu Chen below, with a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Although his most proud disciple died in Lu Chen's hands, although he didn't know the reason, it was absolutely impossible to be killed by this person through legitimate means.

Now on this token battle stage, Lu Chen is not so lucky. Once he finds something wrong, he has the right to take action himself.

"Yang Yu won't hold back in this battle, brother Duan, don't worry." Liu Yuan smiled faintly, then said no more and turned to look at the battle platform below.

In his opinion, even if Lu Chen wins by luck, he will definitely lose in the next round. Thinking about it like this, he hopes Lu Chen loses, so that he can at least save his life.

Looking at the battlefield from a distance, Yang Yu's whole body was filled with bursts of white light, and the majestic magic power of the divine transformation stage surged out. The white feather fan in his hand was even more radiant at this moment.

"Although it's a competition, I won't hold back, so be careful!"

"Streaming light into feathers!"

Yang Yu waved the magic weapon in his hand, and the white feather fan disappeared in his hand, and suddenly turned into a white light that filled the sky, exuding a sharp aura.

As soon as this white light appeared, it instantly blocked Lu Chen's figure, and with an encirclement and suppression force, it suddenly rowed towards Lu Chen with a roaring sound.

"A toast!" Lu Chen shouted softly, and the sword energy in his hand turned into mist. With a wave of his hand, sword rain suddenly appeared in the sky.

Yang Yu's cultivation in front of him has already entered the stage of becoming a god, and his cultivation is above him.

In this kind of leapfrog fighting method, cutting the wind with one sword has no advantage. If you want to kill this person's soul, unless the timing is just right, it will be in vain.

"Boom...boom!" The muffled sound was deafening.

The collision between the sword energy and Bai Yu erupted with a huge counterattack force. Lu Chen's eyes flashed, and when he felt this force, his mind moved.

"Qiankun Little Black Wood."

Lu Chen's body suddenly flashed with a faint light, and the little black stick appeared in front of him.

Yang Yu is worthy of being a candidate. In just one fight, the power he unleashed has already surpassed that of the strong people in the early stage of divine transformation that Lu Chen had met before.

"With the half-step cultivation of becoming a god, you can take on one of my spells. No wonder Su Yu values ​​you so much. Be careful, I won't hold back the second move." Yang Yu smiled slightly, and then his expression changed sharply.

"Yu Feng, Jiao Ling!" Yang Yu's whole body's momentum condensed, and the white light in mid-air suddenly shrank rapidly.

On the five-pointed battle platform, pieces of white feathers slowly fell from the air, and a white light curtain rose where they landed.

This light exuded this dazzling white light, completely covering Lu Chen's figure, and even under those dazzling white lights, he could not open his eyes.

"So strong, I can't even detect my spiritual consciousness, and I have completely lost my body's ability to sense." Lu Chen looked solemn, secretly saying that the students who can become candidates really have some tricks up their sleeves.

After just a moment's thought, Lu Chen's eyes flashed with determination, and he suddenly raised the Green Lotus Sword in his hand, pointing directly at the sky.

"Forbidden Cloud!" Lu Chen's voice was not loud, just like a whisper.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible force emitted from his body, the Qinglian Sword made a pleasant sword sound, and a trace of white light appeared in the green light on it.

"Is this... the last move of the Nine Heavens Xuanjian Canon? How can you use your half-step cultivation to become a god?" Yang Yu was stunned in mid-air.

His figure trembled slightly, and as Lu Chen pointed his sword at the sky, he found that he could not control his figure.

"What a domineering seal, this person is actually so powerful

. "Yang Yu smiled bitterly. Around him, invisible sword threads sealed the entire battle platform.

With the appearance of these sword threads, his body seemed to be tightly locked, and even the magic power in his body was gradually dissipating.

At this moment, above the battlefield, the smile on Yang Yuan's face remained unchanged. He couldn't help but look at Lu Chen a few more times, and then he turned his head to look at Duanliushui.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword Code, that legendary Forbidden Sky Sword?"

"Brother Duan, among those who are famous for their swordsmanship in the academy, your disciples are undoubtedly the number one. Could this Lu Chen be your disciple?"

With a smile on his face, Liu Yuan asked the person next to him.

"Tsk, there are nine moves in the Nine Heavens Xuanjian Canon. With my current cultivation level, I can barely use the eighth move. Do you think his cultivation level is better than mine?"

Duanliushui glanced at Liu Yuan, then lowered his head to look at the battle platform below, with disdain on his face.

In his opinion, what Lu Chen used was just some unknown sword technique, and the sword style was just imitating the Jiutian Xuanjian Canon.

Its power is quite good, but it is not on the stage. The "Forbidden Cloud" mentioned by Lu Chen is probably the last form of this copycat sword technique.