Wenren Yun

The disciples of the main palace had always been more outstanding than the disciples of the three courtyards. This had been proven many times.

Therefore, it was extremely difficult to become the number one disciple of the main palace. Think about it, the Main Palace's faction was the same as the three academies. They had seventh and eighth phase disciples, and even ninth phase elite disciples. Most of these elite disciples were promoted from the three academies, and each one of them had extraordinary sword skills.

To be able to stand out among the inner disciples and elite disciples and become the number one in sword skills, her sword skills must be very profound. She was definitely above all the disciples of the three courtyards except for Chu Mu. Chu Mu couldn't help but look forward to it.

"I have cultivated the intermediate level sword skill, Rainstorm Sword Art. Next, I will use the Rainstorm Sword Art to defeat you. I will let you know that being the number one disciple of the sword faction is just a fantasy for you. The three courtyards will always be inferior to our main palace. " Luo Yuling shouted. With a clang, she pulled out the unsharpened Hundred Refined Sword she had just received and pointed it at Chu Mu. The sword aura was swift and fierce, surging like a storm towards Chu Mu.

No matter how strong you are, I will not move.

Luo Yuling saw that Chu Mu wasn't affected in the slightest. She let out a cold shout and drew her sword. Each strike was incomparably fast. Sword shadows crisscrossed like a storm, enveloping Chu Mu's entire body.

"Sister Luo's sword skills are so high."

"Yeah, I heard that Sister Luo's Rainstorm Sword Art has already reached Dacheng's level. Once she uses it, her sword will not stop like a storm. It is so dense that no one can dodge it."

"I can't even withstand one attack from such a dense attack. She is indeed the number one disciple of the main palace. I wonder how Brother Chu will deal with it."

Chu Mu's eyebrows creased slightly. He felt the storm of swords charging towards him and felt the flow of air within. His body naturally reacted and he used Wind Travel. He was like a fallen leaf in a violent storm, dancing left and right.

What an exquisite movement technique! Chen Jin and Wenren Yun both revealed a wisp of surprise as they spoke in their hearts.

Luo Yuling gritted her teeth, and her sword energy surged. She didn't hold back her late stage eighth phase sword energy. Her sword speed became faster, and the sword shadows became denser. Every sword seemed to tear through the air, creating a "chi chi" sound. The sword seemed to have disappeared. Between heaven and earth, there was only a torrential downpour that enveloped Chu Mu.

Chu Mu's figure changed, faster and faster, but he didn't lose his composure.

"Somewhat disappointed." Chu Mu said softly, "If you are the number one swordsman among the disciples of the Main Palace, I can only say that the swordsmanship of the disciples of the Main Palace is too weak."

Chu Mu's words almost made Luo Yuling vomit blood. This was the first time someone had dared to say such things to her. She secretly hardened her heart and stopped her sword. In a split second, all the sword shadows exploded in the midst of the sword light, transforming into raindrops that surrounded Chu Mu from all directions and rushed towards him.

"Torrential Slaughter!"

He executed the strongest killing move of the Rainstorm Swordsmanship in anger.

Chu Mu had nowhere to dodge. The disciples below the sword platform were shocked and held their breaths. Wenren Yun sneered and looked at Chu Mu with pity. Even if he didn't die after being hit by this killing move, he would be seriously injured. However, even if he died, so what? He was just an inner disciple of the three houses.

Chu Mu's figure paused, and he casually slashed out with his sword. White clouds rotated and exploded. Sword Qi cut, collided, and canceled each other out. It was the Shocking Cloud Slaughter.

Luo Yuling looked as if she had seen a ghost. She couldn't believe that the Torrential Slaughter she was so proud of was broken just like that.

Wenren Yun was also surprised.

"If this is your swordsmanship, then there is no need to continue. You can go down," Chu Mu said.

"Do you think you can make me admit defeat by blocking one of my killing moves?" Luo Yuling was filled with hatred. She shouted, "Take this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Light flickered and the sword shadows turned into a torrential rain.

Chu Mu faintly shook his head and casually swung his sword. With a turn of the sword and a thrust, the torrential rain dissipated. Chu Mu's sword was pressed against Luo Yuling's throat. Luo Yuling's beautiful eyes widened, filled with disbelief and shock.

"I'm afraid your so-called number one swordsmanship among the main palace disciples was given to you by someone else." Chu Mu said indifferently and sheathed his sword.

When Luo Yuling heard this, her heart was filled with grievance. She angrily harrumphed and threw the Hundred Refined Sword to the side. She flew up and, without looking back, flew out of the Sword Fighting Platform. She quickly left. Chu Mu saw a drop of tear fall on the edge of the Sword Fighting Platform.

"Junior Sister … Junior Sister …" Wenren Yun turned pale with fright and hurriedly shouted. However, Luo Yuling ignored her and left without looking back.

Chu Mu looked at the Hundred Refined Sword that was thrown to the side and frowned slightly. The concept of a swordsman was that the sword was a loyal companion. Although it might not be loyal to the end, unless forced to, it would not be taken the initiative to throw it away.

But Luo Yuling's current actions caused Chu Mu's impression of her to drop by three points.

A swordsman was like a swordsman. The sword was a companion. Abandoning the sword just because of a defeat, such a person was not worthy of being called a swordsman.

"Chu Mu, you actually let Junior Sister Luo suffer grievances." Wenren Yun angrily rushed towards Chu Mu and flew onto the arena. His face was cold and sinister, and his eyes revealed a fierce light: "Do you know that we usually hold her in the palm of our hands and carefully protect her, not letting her feel the slightest bit wronged? But today, not only did you make her feel wronged, you even made her cry. I will absolutely not forgive you."

As he spoke, a fierce killing intent swept out from Wenren Yun's body, and a powerful sword qi cultivation was revealed. The sword qi moved horizontally and vertically, wreaking havoc on the Sword Discourse Arena. It was incomparably powerful. Chu Mu's expression changed slightly as he became vigilant.

"What a powerful sword qi cultivation, it has already surpassed the eighth stage." Chu Mu thought. That's right, Wenren Yun's sword qi cultivation was at the middle stage of the ninth stage.

The expressions of the disciples below the stage changed drastically as they hurriedly retreated.

With a clang, Wenren Yun drew his sword. The Hundred Refined Sword was filled with killing intent as it pounced towards Chu Mu. A bloody and fierce aura assaulted him.

"I'll give you a chance. I'll bring junior sister Luo over. You must kowtow to junior sister Luo and admit your wrongs." Wenren Yun's voice was incomparably cold: "Otherwise, I'll let you know that no matter how brilliant your sword arts are, no matter how enormous the difference in sword qi cultivation is, you're just an ant in front of it. Of course, you can rest assured that I won't kill you, but I'll cut off the tendons in your hands so that you'll never be able to practice the sword again. "

"You think too highly of yourself." Chu Mu said without fear.

The peak of the eighth stage was already not his match. Chu Mu had never fought a ninth stage sword cultivator before. At this moment, his heart was boiling with excitement. The sword in his hand was trembling, and his battle intent was bursting forth.

Facing Wenren Yun's powerful aura, Chu Mu's mind was highly concentrated. The edge of the sword appeared, and he pressed forward courageously without fear. Faintly, Chu Mu felt that he was about to enter the state he was in when he faced Wang Feng in the outer sect — sword force.

"Wenren Yun, you're too presumptuous. Could it be that you want to violate the sect's rules?" An explosive shout resounded, making people's ears buzz and dizzy. A figure shot over like a sharp sword, and landed beside Chu Mu. It was the deacon Chen Jin. He stared at Wenren Yun with a stern expression, and dispersed Wenren Yun's fierce aura.

"Deacon Chen, I advise you to stay out of this matter." Wenren Yun's face sank.

"Stay out of this matter?" Chen Jin sneered: "I'm the deacon of the Sword Battle Arena. Everything in the Sword Battle Arena is under my control. Even the headmaster can't violate the rules of the Sword Battle Arena. You're just an elite disciple of the main palace, and you want to challenge the sect's rules? Moreover, as an elite disciple of the main palace, you actually have to attack a disciple of one of the three inner sects. Could it be that you don't feel ashamed? "

"Good, using the sect's rules to pressure me? Indeed, I don't dare to violate the sect's rules." Wenren Yun was so angry that he laughed. He sheathed his sword and looked from Chen Jin's face to Chu Mu's. His killing intent was hidden deep within. He said in a threatening tone: "Dealing with you is indeed beneath my status. I'll wait for you in the main palace. When you become an elite disciple of the main palace, I'll personally teach you what to pay attention to as a new elite disciple. Of course, if you can't become an elite disciple, then you're just a piece of trash. You don't even have the qualifications to be remembered by me. "

As she spoke, Wenren Yun tapped the ground, and then she flashed out like an arrow that had left the bow.