Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 79 The Promise of Three Moves

In the distance, the owner of those beautiful eyes also showed a little surprise on her flawless face: “Such a sword technique... seems like you still have another chance. So, do you finally have a glimmer of victory?”

On the preferential seats, among the surprised voices of all the prominent individuals, Yin Yifei and Lu Qi looked embarrassed, while Cheng Fei laughed unceremoniously. Although Leng Yixuan still narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth softly curved up.

These people were really strong; with their discerning eyes, they naturally could see just how amazingly Ding Hao had performed with his sword.

This sword alone was enough for Ding Hao to win the match.

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“The second sword.”

Li Muyun body surged with a lavender flame; a circular purple fog began to spread around, his momentum rising endlessly, quickly going beyond the middle of the four apertures stage. He advanced step by step. He lifted up his sword once again.

Everyone was excited!

Because Li Muyun’s long sword, in this instant, bloomed with a strong luster; like a round, small purple sun. The sword in his hand turned into two handles, three handles, four handles... Ten handles!

This was a very strange scene!

Li Muyun’s sword appeared to be chopping up the light, impairing people’s sight and vision, not letting them see the most deadly sword shadow.

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“Taiyi Light-splitting!”

The crowd could not help exclaiming out loud.

He had a mysterious origin and a profound family background. It could be seen at a glance that Li Muyun’s skill in swordsmanship was exactly the same as that of the famous Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

The original version of this sword technique was recorded in a hide, stored in the Swordsmanship Hall of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. It was one of 689 unique sword techniques of the sect.

Among the Human Rank magic skills, “Taiyi Light-splitting” was absolutely the best, and its power could even be comparable to that of the inferior rank of the Earth Rank. For disciples on the waiting list and outside disciples, one could only learn it if one obtained extremely high sect contribution points or for very special reasons.

How did Li Muyun learn this sword magic skill?

He, what was his identity?

At the same time, on the balcony, many people who knew the origin of this sword skill were visibly shocked.

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Clang!

The sword was thrown like a long rainbow, plunging deep into the ground of challenge arena No.1. It penetrated the rock infused by an Inscriptionist master, almost all the way to the handle, then it kept trembling.

“You win, I can’t break your sword style.” After throwing the sword, Li Muyun looked at Ding Hao, and faintly said.

Ding Hao looked at his opponent in surprise.

The covenant of three swords, and the last sword.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Li Muyun voluntarily admitted defeat.

A moment ago, there was the first-ever display of the “Taiyi Light-splitting” of the Central Academy of white shirts “Honorable Alliance of Seven”, a movement so powerful that it broke through Ding Hao’s “Closed Door Sword”, a 21-layer sword net and forced Ding Hao back more than 10 steps away.

However, the “Taiyi Light-splitting” ultimately failed to completely crack the “Closed Door” sword style.

“I can’t think of any sword technique that can break your odd sword style for the time being, so you win this time,” Li Muyun said, without the slightest decadence on his face. Appearing calm, he continued, “However, our agreement of three swords is still valid. The remaining sword is momentarily postponed. One day, I will find a way to crack it and defeat you completely with this last sword!”

To tell the truth, at this moment, even Ding Hao was a little overwhelmed by the genius’s majestic poise.

This tolerance, this calmness and pride were not something that others could imitate even if they wanted to.

For Li Mu Yun, the fact that the five academies were bigger than the first did not seem to be enough to make him as enthusiastic as other disciples on the waiting list.

Ding Hao nodded and said, “Well, there’s still one more sword attack. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Li Muyun nodded. With a flash, his lithe and graceful body, like a free bird, directly jumped out of the ring; among all the noise, he gradually left, disappearing in the distance.

Finally recovering from his shock, the judge loudly announced Ding Hao’s victory, shouting. “Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, Ding Hao wins!”

“Hurrah!”

“Brother Ding is wonderful!”

“Yeah! Long live Senior Brother Ding! Long live Eastern Academy of green shirts!”

Cheers broke out immediately outside the challenge arena. The disciples of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts could not contain their excitement and shouted wildly. The tournament was a tortuous process, which led them to think that Ding Hao would definitely lose. Although they knew that in the end their beloved Senior Brother Ding would still create a miracle to become the final winner.

Disciples from the different Academies discussed. Some of the disciples from the Central Academy of White Shirts did not even hide the disappointment on their faces.

The dream of the first match between the two strong men from the Central Academy of White Shirts was shattered.

Although everybody could see that on regards to realm and enemy combat effectiveness, Ding Hao was inferior to Li Muyun, but they also had to admit that Ding Hao blocking the last two consecutive attacks by Li Muyun’s technique, was really incredible.

If it were anyone else, even if it were someone stronger than Li Muyun, they would not be able to crack Ding Hao’s defensive sword technique.

This was also a manifestation of strength.

However, Ding Hao’s entry into the finals was well deserved.

But Li Muyun, he was so proud that if he could not defeat Ding Hao as he planned, he would rather give up!

The two geniuses collided and in the end, the lucky one won.

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There were 90 minutes left before the semifinals.

The red sun, hanging over the mountains and peaks in the west, radiated the last remnants of heat. In less than a month’s time, the short autumn would end, and the snow would quickly introduce the long and cold winter. At that time, such a warm sunshine would be gone.

At this time, the crowd gathered in the second stage area; the day was reaching its peak.

On the periphery, some ordinary people from the slums of Houshan, who had finished the day’s cleaning work also began to appear, watching the first challenge arena in the center of the city. The reason was because they had heard that a talented young man—who had also been born in the slums and was astonishingly brilliant—was defeating all rivals, managing to enter the finals of the big competition of disciples on the waiting list from the five academies.

It was the first time for this to happen in countless years.

Although some of them did not know Ding Hao, they were also excited and proud.

All they could do was to stand there and take a look from a distance, cheering for this young man from a garbage slum in such a humble way.

Among the crowd were Zhao Xingcheng and his parents.

This young bully from the former garbage slum, after being severely beaten for provoking Ding Hao, actually had a change of heart, turning over a new leaf and not giving up. In the previous entrance test, he entered Swordsmanship-seeking Sect at the bottom of the list and was assigned to the Western Academy of red shirts, which was completely wiped out this time. He changed his anxious and insolent attitude, practiced hard, and became filial to his parents too.

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