Chapter 80 Illusion!

quickly, Wang Chan didn't even have time to see clearly."Mu Qingyue's incompetent, cowardly husband who was weak on the outside, actually killed a martial arts master..."Wang Chan had a small, red mou...As the youth's words fell, massive flames erupted into the sky, illuminating the vision of all Wanjianzong disciples.

Eight flying swords flew back to Wang Xuan's side, merging at high speed into a long sword, and the blade burst with flames.

He wielded the Great River Sword Technique, and with a single strike, a river of shadows materialized behind him, surging towards the dense swarm of flying moth sword qi.

That was not a great river, but countless sword shadows piled up and manifested.

Wu Di's face changed drastically. This sword strike was probably not inferior to a spirit-grade eight-star sword technique, and most importantly, the opponent's Yuan force was so powerful that they could unleash such a magnificent sword!

The headmaster of the Wanjian Sect's eyes sank, inwardly alarmed.

All the disciples of the Wanjian Sect were suddenly startled and stood up.

"What an amazing lung capacity!"

How did he do it, a fire-attribute sword soul who cultivated water-attribute sword techniques!

Under the watchful eyes of all Wanjianzong disciples, Fei Mo clashed with Jian He. Jian He's dense sword shadows transformed into fiery sword shadows, ruthlessly engulfing and burning the swarm of Fei Mo to ash.

"Pffft~"

Wu Di was hit by the River of Swordfire, flying backwards and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He flew backwards for over twenty meters before landing on his feet. His right hand, which held the sword, trembled violently, his eyes complex – a mixture of unwillingness and dejection.

"Master, this disciple is incompetent and has failed you."

Wu Di wiped the blood from his mouth with his left hand, bowed to the headmaster of Wanjian Sect, and turned back to rejoin his fellow disciples.

The disciples looked at each other in astonishment.

The other party actually won against their senior brother, Wu Di, in kendo...

Wang Xuan retracted the Fire Shadow Sword into his body, using his inner energy to squeeze out a few drops of sweat on his forehead. He reached out and wiped it away, smiling gently: "I only won by a hair's breadth."

The fairy of Xiangxi rolled her eyes.

She knew that her disciple's most powerful sword was a very long fire dragon.

The headmaster of Wanjian Sect let out a chuckle in his heart, but on the surface, he still smiled faintly and nodded. "Not bad, not bad. No wonder that Xiangxiang Fairy who never accepts disciples would have an apprentice. Indeed, she is a promising one."

He produced a small red jade bottle from his hand. A drop of blood flew out from it, faintly echoing the cry of a phoenix, drifting towards Xiāngxiāng Immortal.

Wang Xuen felt a slight ease in his heart.

As long as this drop of essence blood is present, Lin Miaoyi's soul can be stabilized.

However, there was quite a lot of essence blood inside that red jade bottle.

The more Phoenix Blood power, the more beneficial it is for Lin Miao's soul.

Xiangxiang Fairy smiled, and with a jade bottle she collected the blood that drifted before her, storing it carefully.

"Three Star Palace tokens, we bid you farewell..." The Fairy of the Flowing River took out three Star Palace tokens.

"No hurry."

The headmaster of Wan Jianzong laughed and interrupted Xi Xiang Fairy's words, without taking the three tokens. Instead, he said, "How about we have another round"

Xiao Xiang Fairy's pretty brow furrowed.

The Master of the Wanjian Sect chuckled to himself, "I'll send out another disciple who has reached the peak of the Secret Treasure Realm. If your apprentice loses this battle, he will have to return his essence blood."

Xiao Xiang Fairy and Wang Xuan looked at each other.

The head of the Wanjian Sect is just a sore loser.

The Fairy of Xiangxi's pretty face darkened slightly: "What if my disciple wins, then We're not gamblers and don't want to take risks."

The Headmaster of the Wanjian Sect: “If your disciple wins again, my sect will give up the three Star Palace tokens and also two drops of their blood essence.”

Xiao Xiang Xian Zi was taken aback, such a bet was simply too tempting.

Unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn't want to involve the elders.

What if you could win back the three tokens

The Fairy of Xiangjiang thought about this and looked at Wang Xuan in the field.

"Master, I will do my best."

Wang Xuan's face wore an innocent expression, his handsome features simple and guileless, as if unaware of the treacherous nature hidden within the Master of Wanjian Sect's heart.

Lin Miao Yi had sacrificed too much for him, even in the face of a dangerous gamble, he must win these two drops of blood.

Moreover, with his strength, it would be interesting to see what tricks the headmaster of Wanjian Sect could still come up with.

Hmph, when this young master's cultivation is sufficient, I'll capture your guardian beasts and bleed them every day.

"Alright."

Xiao Xiang Xianzi nodded.

The head of the Wanjian Sect felt a slight ease in his heart. He had to win back his essence blood and restore the sect's reputation.

Several elders grew serious, though they wanted to save face. After all, the disciple of the fairy Xiangxian was indeed very strong in swordsmanship.

The disciples of the Hidden Realm, it is very difficult to defeat that Black Wind.

The disciples of Wan Jianzong were all in the same boat, and as their fortunes began to decline, a sense of unease settled upon them, one by one.

Wu Di had been defeated in every kendo match, and no one dared to challenge him again.

Three Star Palaces decrees, two drops of the guardian beast's essence blood, the face of the sect, any one of them is heavy!

Mu Ling'er's eyes held a hint of confusion: "I don't know why, but that Heifeng Xiaoshao's carefree and warm smile always feels familiar to me."

Su Xiaoshi nodded. "Yes, I find it strange too."

At that moment, the head of the Wan Jian Sect pointed with a finger.

He pointed straight at a young woman in the disciples' group.

She was dressed in a gray robe, with three sword scars on her face and a small black-gray beast squatting on her shoulder.

A young woman stood up coldly and walked gracefully towards the center of the stage.

Wang Xuan's face was calm.

Ke Xiao Xiang Xian Zi's gaze fell on the small beast on the young woman's shoulders, but her expression changed drastically.

Upon seeing it, the creature looked somewhat like an owl, but instead of claws, it had a pair of baby-like hands and feet. Most strangely, it had a small goblin face with jet-black eyes that twinkled with intelligence as they moved.

"Mirage Beast" Xiao Xiang Xianzi's face darkened, she looked at the head of Wan Jianzong, and said coldly, "Headmaster, aren't you joking Such a rare and formidable creature in the world should also participate in the competition"

The Sect Master of Wanjian Sect stroked his beard: “This female disciple is also at the peak of the Secret Realm, but unlike her, she isn't skilled in swordsmanship. She cultivates the Beast Taming Dao, and the蜃樓 beast is her contract demonic beast. That’s why I used two drops of my essence blood.”

Wang Xuan is quiet.

Mirage beast He'd never heard of it.

The disciples of the Wanjian Sect around whispered among themselves.

"To have even forgotten Senior Sister Zheng, in this battle our sect is sure to win!"

"Well, well, Senior Sister Zheng is the daughter of a Peak Master. To secure the contract with the Mirage Beast, she made a great sacrifice."

"The mirage beast is such a ferocious and bizarre creature! The three scars on Zheng Shimei's face were inflicted by this very beast!"

"Well, this beast's intelligence is terrifying. It can speak human languages and leans towards demonic creatures. It can devour souls from the sea of life."

Zheng Qian walked coldly into the arena, facing Wang Xuan twenty meters apart.

She pinched her hands, wisps of gray gas flowing out from within her, being sucked into the nostrils of the mirage beast on her shoulder.

Wang Xuan was looking. Inside that gray gas, there was a mixture of soul power.

Zheng Qian spoke coldly, "You're not my opponent. Admit defeat. I specialize in illusion magic. Once cast, it will cause you immense pain. At best, it will affect your mental state, at worst, shatter your fighting spirit."

Wang Xuan ignored the other party and looked straight at the mirage beast.

As the son of a Demon Emperor, he was naturally very familiar with demons. This mirage beast did indeed possess a hint of innate demonic nature. Its jet-black eyes held a captivating and mesmerizing ripple.

Wang Xuan retracted his gaze, saying that after obtaining the Dao Eye, he could also cast illusions, but he rarely used them.

"Since Sister Zheng is proficient in illusions, then I shall learn a thing or two from you with illusions." Wang Xuan's sleeves fluttered slightly in the sea breeze as he spoke slowly.

Everyone was taken aback.

Wàn Jiàn Zōng yì sè.

This translates to:The unusual sect of Wanjian.

Xiangxiang Fairy was also taken aback. She didn't expect her beloved disciple to be able to use illusions too

Around them rose a chorus of angry voices.

"Arrogant! He used his sword against Brother Mo before, and now he's switched to Sister Zheng's specialty, illusion magic!"

"I don't believe that this once unknown boy could possibly defeat the Mirage Beast and Master Zheng! "

"If he can still win in illusion magic, I'll eat the sect beast dung in public!"

>"..." enemies and bloodwashing the world to achieve imperial power. He was extremely brilliant. It is said that after ascending to the dragon throne, he even purged many of his powerful officials.""Alas, t...