"This is a unique Taoist method of the Dragon Ding Sect. It is extremely mysterious and extremely difficult to learn..."

"Ordinary disciples learn tiger roars, and top disciples can learn dragon roars."

"When fighting, the sound of tiger roaring and dragon roaring will shock the opponent."

"If the opponent is yelled, he will be hit hard by a dragon cauldron, and he will lose half his life even if he doesn't die."

"Ao Zhan has never used this method before inquiries about swords. This time he used it on Mo Hua, it can be regarded as giving him a face."

"I guess it was also a guess that Mo Hua, a stinky brat, would definitely escape in the face of battle when he saw that the situation was not good, so he wanted to use the Dragon Roar to keep him and then kill him with one punch."

"What a pity, it's still a little slower..."

"This brat Mo Hua is as cunning as a 'ghost'..."

"No ghost is as cunning as him..."

...

There was a lot of discussion outside the field. Ao Zhan did not kill Mo Hua in the field. His eyes were cold and obviously a little angry. Kong waved a punch to vent his anger, and then punched through a large area of ​​forests and rocks. Then he turned around and ordered coldly:

"Kill the monster."

"yes!"

The other four geniuses of the Dragon Ding Sect said one after another.

Then the five people worked together and fought head-on by relying solely on their physical strength. Within dozens of rounds, they massacred a second-grade high-level bear demon, cut off his limbs, cut off his chest, and took out his insides bloodily

Dan.

At this point, the sword debate ended and the Dragon Ding Sect won.

And Mo Hua and the others lost another match.

Zhang Lan, Wen Renwan, Gu Changhuai, Murong Caiyun, and all the monks who were silently paying attention to and caring about ink paintings were silent and their expressions were a little depressed.

Yuer even pursed her lips, her little face a little sad.

...

After that, there were sword contests from other sects.

On the inner field of Daoshan.

Mo Hua, who was defeated and left the market, and Linghu Xiao and others were packing up the storage bags and preparing to return to the sect.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian looked lonely and didn't say anything.

Ouyang Xuan's face was even worse, and he was a little unwilling.

Linghu's face was also cold.

Although his expression was always cold, this time there was more confusion, low and solemn, as if a cloud was filled with depression.

"Xiaoxiao." Mo Hua called him.

Linghu Xiao was stunned and looked up at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua sighed and said a little regretfully: "I lost this game again."

Linghu nodded laughingly and said nothing.

He lost more thoroughly.

Under Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, he had almost no room for a fight. He was suppressed for the whole time and was even killed by himself.

The more genius you are, the more arrogant you are, the more you feel that failure is untolerated.

Especially this kind of person, in the swordsmanship conference, he was killed one on one by other geniuses in full view of everyone...

Linghu Xiao felt extremely painful and tormented inside.

Although Mo Hua had told him before that true strength was forged by failure.

But the confusion and pain in his heart almost swallowed up all his self-esteem and confidence in kendo.

Linghu laughed silent for a moment and whispered:

"Senior Brother, I..."

Mo Hua understood his thoughts, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said:

"Don't think so much. No matter how strong the enemy is or how dangerous the situation is, you just need to think about one thing, and you only need to think about one thing..."

The tone of the Mo Hua paused slightly, and her eyes were clear and bright:

"...Believe in your own sword, do your best to implement all your sword skills, and chop the sword energy out..."

"As for this sword, it doesn't need to be considered whether to lose, win, kill someone, or be killed."

"The purer the mind, the stronger the sword."

"Concerns will only make your sword weaker."

If we talk about the practice of sword energy and the foundation of swordsmanship, ink painting is naturally far inferior to Linghu Xiao.

But in terms of the implementation of sword intent and understanding of swordsmanship, looking at the world, there are really few people among their peers who can compare to practicing the true skills of the Taixu Divine Thought Transformation Sword, and integrating the ink painting of the God-Slaying Sword-style.

Linghu Xiao was stunned, and his mind was repeatedly thought about it, and gradually he suddenly became clear and his eyes gradually became clear.

"Yes, senior brother."

Linghu laughed, and a trace of indomitable "resilience" was revealed in his entire body.

For example, the more tempered the steel, the more it can temper itself.

Mo Hua nodded.

To do big things, we need to be a great way. "Resilience" is sometimes more important than talent.

No matter how good your talent is, it is meaningless to break it if you break it.

Only by being resilient can one be indomitable.

After that, everyone packed up their storage bags and returned to the sect.

In the Taixu Sect, several people practiced tactics and studied their opponents. When the night became darker, they separated.

Linghu Xiao is a disciple of Chongxu Mountain, and he wants to go back to Chongxu Mountain.

Ouyang Xuan is a disciple of Tai'ashan, and he also wants to go back to Tai'ashan.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian, like Mo Hua, both live in Taixu Mountain.

And he also lives in the same disciple Curie.

The three of them finished their meal together, and it was getting late, so they planned to return to their disciples' rooms.

Before leaving, Mo Hua told them to have a good rest, and then she wanted to get up and leave.

Situ Jian endured it for a long time and finally said slowly: "Little Brother..."

Mo Hua turned his head to look at him.

Situ Jian sighed for a moment, then asked the confusion in his heart:

"Senior Brother, can we... still win?"

Cheng Mo also looked at Mo Hua silently, obviously a little unconfident.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian are different from Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Xuan.

They are not the kind of truly "outstanding" genius, and they do not have such high ambition and arrogance.

The opponent is the number one in Tianjian Sect and Longding Sect. Although they are unwilling to accept it, there is nothing they can do about it.

The academic prefectures are very big, with countless geniuses, and many people are better than them.

They knew this very well for a long time.

But they are descendants of Taixu Sect, which is really closely related to the sect.

They want to win, too.

Even if it is not them who are showing off, even if they are just going to "send their deaths", as long as they can contribute to the victory of the sword contest, they will not hesitate.

What's more, the two of them and Mo Hua are in the same team, and they prosper and lose together.

But the problem now is that they really have a little bit of it and can't see the hope of "winning".

This is the word "di".

Even two matches were played.

The two of them felt despair in their hearts.

The monks watching the battle were just watching from outside, while the sword disciples were really competing on the court.

They understand better than anyone else the power of the four major sects.

I understand even more clearly that when facing Xiao Wuchen, the Tianjian Sect and Ao, who fought with the top genius like Longding Sect, was almost desperate and powerless.

They believe in the younger brother.
To be continued...