Three strike

"Come on, Senior Brother Chu, I believe you can defeat him."

Suddenly, an inner disciple of the Soaring Wind Courtyard shouted with his hands in the shape of a trumpet.

"Come on, Senior Brother Chu. We believe you can defeat him and let the people of the main hall know that our three courtyards are not just going through the motions every time."

"Come on, Senior Brother Chu!"

"Senior Brother Chu is mighty!"

"Senior Brother Chu's sword skills are outstanding. He can definitely defeat him."

The disciples of the three courtyards all shouted loudly. Their voices were like a tide. Whether it was the Headmaster of the main hall, the elders or the disciples, they were all shocked.

"This disciple is very popular in the three courtyards." The Headmaster Luo Tianxiong nodded his head slightly and thought to himself.

Luo Yuling's eyes flashed with joy, and a trace of pride that she didn't understand flowed through her heart.

The elite disciples also looked at Chu Mu, wanting to see what was different about Chu Mu that was worthy of the support of the disciples of the three courtyards.

"Trash is trash." Wenren Yun's eyes flashed with anger as he mocked, "The disciples of the three courtyards are all trash. Trash supports trash, and you want to defeat me? Dream on."

"You'll know soon enough whether it's a dream or not." Chu Mu said with an indifferent expression.

His attitude made Wenren Yun even more angry.

"Trash. Next, I'll let you know that your so-called profound sword technique is nothing but dog shit. Compared to me, you're nothing." Wenren Yun laughed nastily and shouted in a low voice. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it straight at Chu Mu. The sword's edge was sharp and threatening.

"Three swords." This was Chu Mu's answer to Wenren Yun.

"Three swords? You still want to withstand three of my swords? In your dreams. "Wenren Yun sneered. Everyone thought so too.

"Number eight against number nine, let the sword battle begin." The elder announced and flew back to land on the Sword Discourse Platform.

Wenren Yun immediately drew his sword. Sword Qi surrounded the blade, and a faint golden Sword Qi covered the blade. He cultivated Metal Sword Qi and Metal Sword Arts, and was known for its sharpness.

Sword after sword stabbed out. Suddenly, the temperature of the air dropped, making people feel cold all over.

On the Sword Discourse Platform, Wenren Yun's Sword Light and Sword Images were everywhere. Each sword flickered with a faint golden color, and each sword directly tore apart the air. The sharpness of the sword was incomparably sharp and unstoppable, causing one's eyes to hurt as if they were about to be pierced through.

"Metal-type swordsmanship is indeed incomparably sharp," Chu Mu said to himself.

"Wenren Yun's swordsmanship has improved again." The Elder nodded his head as he thought to himself. As for the elite disciples, they all had different expressions on their faces. Some were indifferent while others were stern.

Thousands of sword shadows pierced towards Chu Mu in unison, wanting to directly pierce through Chu Mu and turn him into a hornet's nest. A fierce storm of sword shadows swept up, making it impossible to dodge. It was as if the surroundings were filled with swords.

"Too strong. Senior Brother Wenren's swordsmanship is really powerful."

"This guy is going to lose."

"That's right. He can't block Senior Brother Wenren's sword."

Chu Mu's eyes narrowed slightly. Under Dacheng's gaze, the trajectory of each of Wenren Yun's sword appeared clearly in Chu Mu's eyes.

His footsteps were chaotic and broken. His body moved with the shadows, elegant and natural, causing people's eyes to light up. He inconceivably dodged Wenren Yun's powerful attack and appeared beside him.

"He actually dodged …" Many elite disciples also felt that Chu Mu couldn't possibly dodge or block this sword. But at this moment, seeing Chu Mu dodge, they were all astonished.

"You're lucky." Wenren Yun shouted in a low voice. He took a heavy step and turned around. His sharp sword was sharp and oppressive. It cut horizontally as if it wanted to cut open the void, leaving behind a faint golden trace.

Fast, sharp, unstoppable, tyrannical, and unstoppable.

Chu Mu's eyes flashed with a trace of light. He drew his sword and casually slashed out. It was like a heavenly steed soaring through the sky, leaving no trace behind.

With a clang, sparks flew. Chu Mu's sword inconceivably knocked away Wenren Yun's sharp and fierce sword. Then, he took the opportunity to stab Wenren Yun's face. Wenren Yun's expression changed greatly. Seeing a cold light rapidly expand in front of him, he hastily retreated.

"The first sword!" Chu Mu stood straight while holding his sword and said softly.

"What's going on?"

"It seems like this lucky guy broke Senior Brother Wenren's attack and forced him to retreat."

The inner disciples of the main palace all opened their mouths and eyes wide. They had a dumbfounded expression on their faces.

"This guy's swordsmanship …" Some of the elite disciples' eyes lit up. Some of them frowned slightly. Obviously, Chu Mu's swordsmanship was beyond their expectations.

"Not bad. It's effortless and elegant." Li Yi smiled and nodded his head. His whole person had a kind of casual elegance.

"Indeed, he has some skills. But that's all." Yuwen Wenhua smiled. His expression was overbearing.

"Not bad. It has clearly surpassed his sword Qi cultivation." Wang Tinghao said expressionlessly.

"Could it be that when he said three swords, he didn't mean to withstand three swords, but to defeat Wenren Yun in three swords?"

"Good. Senior Brother Chu is really powerful." The inner disciples of the three courtyards cheered. They were all excited because their faces had turned red.

"This inner disciple called Chu Mu is indeed not bad. He is worth nurturing." Luo Tianxiong nodded his head and said.

"This time, the High Wind Courtyard is lucky to have such an outstanding swordsmanship disciple. We can finally break the awkward situation of the past." An elder said with a smile.

Hearing the praises from the surroundings, Luo Yuling didn't know why, but she suddenly felt very happy in her heart. It was as if they were praising her.

"You have exceeded my expectations." Wenren Yun's face was incomparably ugly. He looked like a person who had been constipated for a week. "However, your good luck ends here. Get out of here."

Wenren Yun suddenly shouted. The light golden sword Qi around his body surged violently. The sword Qi was extremely fierce. It cut the air and made a sizzling sound. The disciples in the distance all felt a piercing pain in their eyes. They unconsciously squinted their eyes and felt a little better.

Wenren Yun raised his sword and slashed down. Many light golden sword Qi shot out. Several of them intertwined like a storm and attacked Chu Mu. Everywhere they passed, it seemed like the air was sucked out. Chu Mu felt like he had difficulty breathing.

"Multiple Intertwining Sword Qi!"

"Senior Brother Wenren is using his real strength."

"This guy is going to lose." The inner disciples of the Main Palace shouted one after another.

Feeling the flow of the air, Chu Mu used Wind Travel. Like a spirit in the wind, he dangerously circled around the light golden sword aura and leapt around it. It made people extremely nervous and their palms sweaty.

Borrowing the flow of the air caused by the sword Qi, Chu Mu used Wind Walk to catch Wenren Yun off guard and slashed down with his sword.

This sword strike was very ordinary, but in the eyes of the elders and headmasters, it was as smooth as if it was made by nature. It was as if the sword was originally meant to be used like this. It made their hearts tremble.

In Wenren Yun's eyes, he felt like the world in front of him was disappearing. It was as if he had been abandoned. There was only a sword slashing down and he couldn't dodge. He was terrified.

Wenren Yun raised his sword with both hands and clenched his teeth. He didn't hold back at all as he released his sword Qi to resist Chu Mu's sword. He was also preparing to counterattack.

Suddenly, an indifferent voice echoed in his ears. "Second sword strike."

Before Wenren Yun could understand what was going on, he felt the sword in his hand being shocked by a strange force and uncontrollably swung to the side.

His body was driven by a force and he couldn't stand firm. He staggered back until he reached the edge of the Sword Discourse Arena. In his ears, there were countless sharp cries and shouts, causing Wenren Yun to feel uneasy for no reason.

"Third sword strike."

As the voice sounded out, Wenren Yun felt a cold and sharp sensation on his neck. He knew very well that it was the blade of a sword.

"Get lost." The voice sounded out again. The cold feeling left his neck. Just as Wenren Yun was about to heave a sigh of relief, a whistling sound rang out. The cold sword blade was like a slap to his face. Under the great force, there was a crisp sound as Wenren Yun's face was thrown to the left. His entire body flew out of the Sword Discourse Arena uncontrollably.