Pirates: Get the Ice Demon Slayer Magic at the beginning

When the leader of Tianxing Sect saw Feng Hao defeat Ziyun, he nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. As the leader of Tianxing Sect, he had extremely high expectations for the disciples of the sect, especially the core disciples, who represented the future of the sect. Feng Hao's strength and calm mentality in this duel made him feel extremely proud, and he secretly praised in his heart: "He really lived up to the cultivation of Tianxing Sect, and his future achievements will surely reach a higher level."

He glanced at the audience and saw the disciples of Tianxing Sect were excited about this victory. He couldn't help but smile and said with emotion: "This Xuantian Conference has brought together various sects and the competition is fierce. If the disciples of my Tianxing Sect can stand out in this storm, it will be the best time for our sect to revitalize." The sect leader secretly made up his mind to allocate more resources to core disciples such as Feng Hao in order to stimulate their greater potential.

At the same time, the leader of the Blood Blade Sect had an ugly look on his face, and his eyes swept coldly over the defeated Ziyun on the stage. A trace of anger flashed through his heart, and he snorted coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with Ziyun's failure. As an important disciple of the Blood Blade Sect, Ziyun's failure not only affected the reputation of the Blood Blade Sect, but also gave the Tianxing Sect a victory.

"A disciple of the Blood Knife Sect actually suffered a defeat in front of such an opponent." A trace of cold contempt flashed across the face of the sect leader, and he whispered to the elders on both sides: "In such a critical situation, you can't even deal with a disciple of the Sky Star Sect. It seems that our training is not enough." There was a fierce flash in his eyes and a hint of coldness in his tone. It was obvious that he already had the intention of punishing Ziyun for his incompetence.

"Master, don't worry too much. This failure is only temporary," the Blood Blade Sect elder beside him whispered, trying to ease the master's anger, "Wait until Ziyun recuperates, and then ask Tianxing Sect to repay this debt."

The leader of the Blood Knife Sect nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with a cold light, his voice low and cold: "The Tianxing Sect is only proud for a moment, and my Blood Knife Sect will not give up easily." A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and it seemed that he was already planning the next step of revenge in his mind.

The atmosphere between the two sects became tense because of this victory, and the confrontation between them became more intense, as if a new conflict could break out at any time.

A disciple of the Thunder Heaven Hall slowly stepped onto the stage. He was tall and strong, with dark skin, as steady and powerful as a mountain, and exuded a strong aura of thunder and lightning. There was a faint flash of lightning in his eyes, and he held a huge thunder hammer in his hand, which made him look extremely domineering. His voice was deep and powerful, like the sound of thunder, and he introduced to the audience: "I am Zhou Kun from the Thunder Heaven Hall, and I am here to fight you on the order of my master!" There seemed to be thunderclouds rolling behind him, and he looked like a thunder god descending from the sky, and no one dared to underestimate him.

The disciple of the Sword Sect who came on stage opposite him was tall and slender, handsome, and with a sharp look in his eyes. He was dressed in white, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a long sword with a green blade on his waist. He was like a sword about to be unsheathed, sharp and unruly. He clasped his fists calmly and introduced himself confidently and coldly: "Sword Sect, Mu Xinghe, with a sword in hand, who dares to compete?" His voice was cold, with an invisible sword intent, like a cold light passing by, instantly making the surrounding audience tremble.

At this moment, the leaders of the Thunder Heaven Palace and the Sword Sect sat opposite each other on the high platform. The leader of the Thunder Heaven Palace was a sturdy, imposing middle-aged man with a head of white hair scattered on his shoulders, his eyes were like lightning, and he exuded a majestic aura of thunder. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, and his voice was as low as thunder, but it fell directly into Zhou Kun's ears through the voice transmission: "Kun'er, in this battle, we must let the other side understand that the reputation of the Thunder Heaven Palace is not just talk, we must win the first victory!"

The leader of the Sword Sect wore a green robe, with a stern temperament and a pair of deep eyes that faintly revealed a sharp aura. While sipping tea, he nodded slightly and secretly sent a message to Mu Xinghe, with a tone of encouragement and expectation: "Xinghe, the reputation of the Sword Sect is like the edge of a sword that cannot be broken. Winning or losing is not a big deal, but momentum is important. Let them see the style of our Sword Sect disciples!"

Although the two sect leaders said nothing, they were clearly looking forward to the performance of their respective disciples. On the high platform, the two sides' eyes met, and although the smiles in each other's eyes did not diminish, there was a hint of a secret competition.

Zhou Kun and Mu Xinghe stood opposite each other on the stage. The breathing of the audience around them gradually became rapid, and the scene was filled with a tense atmosphere. Two talented disciples, one is an elite of the Thunder Heaven Palace, good at crushing opponents with the power of thunder and lightning; the other is a leader of the Sword Sect, who can win thousands of miles with the sharpness of sword. This duel will undoubtedly be a peak collision of thunder and lightning and sword.

Zhou Kun clenched the thunder hammer tightly and suddenly poured the power of thunder and lightning into it. The hammer body suddenly flashed with lightning like thunder, like a small thunder sun. His eyes were cold and fierce, and he shouted in a low voice: "Come on, Mu Xinghe, don't let me down!" Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Mu Xinghe like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the thunder hammer struck down directly. The air was filled with the harsh sound of thunder and was full of destructive pressure.

Mu Xinghe's eyes were as calm as water. He quickly drew his sword from its sheath, a cold light flashed, and the long sword was like a line of cold stars. He did not directly fight with the thunder hammer head-on, but turned lightly, leaving a residual image, and instantly went around to the side of Zhou Kun, stabbing with the sword. The sword energy was as sharp as a meteor, pointing directly at Zhou Kun's waist and abdomen. Mu Xinghe's moves were swift and fierce, and the sword momentum was completed in one go, which was dazzling.

Zhou Kun suddenly spun around and swept his thunder hammer across to block the sword energy. The sword and hammer collided, and a burst of sparks erupted. The two men quickly retreated, and the audience's hearts were hanging in their throats. There seemed to be thunderclouds rolling on the ring, and the sword intent was free. The momentum of the two men was equal.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed sharp, but with my thunder power, you can't get close easily!" Zhou Kun sneered, and the thunder power in his body began to surge wildly, and the thunder arcs around him became more intense. He no longer relied solely on the thunder hammer, but injected the thunder power into his palm and suddenly hit the ground. The current spread along the ground and turned into several lightning cage-like thunder pillars, which quickly blocked Mu Xinghe.

Facing the thunderstorm-like lightning attack, Mu Xinghe remained calm, wielding his sword, the sword light was like water, graceful and light. He used his footwork to wander in the thunder and lightning, almost in sync with the lightning, his body was as fast as the wind, dazzling. Whenever the thunder and lightning approached, he would cut it with extremely precise sword energy, calmly defusing each wave of attack.

The audience couldn't help but marvel at the strength and skills of the two. The battle on the ring was no longer a simple showdown of strength, but also a contest of skill and will.

"You are indeed very fast, but you can't stop the special skills of Thunder Heaven Palace!" Zhou Kun's face darkened slightly, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he suddenly raised his thunder hammer. The power of thunder and lightning around him gathered again, and his aura became more violent. He used the top martial arts of Thunder Heaven Palace - "Thunder Wrath Shocking the Sky". The thunder and lightning on the ring suddenly gathered on the thunder hammer, and the hammer body shone brightly, forming a huge thunder shadow virtual image, which smashed towards Mu Xinghe with the momentum of destroying everything.

Mu Xinghe frowned slightly, feeling the terrifying pressure of thunder and lightning. He did not panic at all, but instead clenched his sword, his eyes flashed with cold light, and the sword intent in his body surged out. He whispered: "The supreme sword intent of the Sword Sect, destroy everything." As the voice fell, a layer of dazzling green light condensed on the long sword, and the sword intent seemed to solidify. He used the Sword Sect's top sword skill - "Star River Dawn". The sword energy rushed into the sky, the cold light was dazzling, as if a ray of light in the night sky broke through the sky and collided with the hammer of thunder.

"boom--!"

The thunder hammer and sword energy collided violently in the air, making a deafening explosion. The entire arena was submerged in the light, lightning and the aftermath of sword energy. The spectators around subconsciously held their breath, staring at the center of the arena, for fear of missing any trace of the battle.

The light gradually dissipated, and the two people standing on the ring were both panting. Zhou Kun's thunder hammer was partially cut off by the sword energy, and Mu Xinghe's sword was also shaken slightly, but the two still insisted on standing with firm eyes.

Zhou Kun gritted his teeth and revealed a stubborn smile: "Yes, Mu Xinghe, your sword is indeed powerful, but I have another trick! Thunder breaking through the air!" He suddenly pushed the last lightning power in his body to the limit. A violent arc of electricity burst out from the thunder hammer, turning into a beam of lightning that rushed straight towards Mu Xinghe. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

Mu Xinghe's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that this was the key to victory. The sword energy in his body surged like a surging river. The long sword was held in front of him, and the green light condensed again. He shouted in a low voice: "Sword will is like a rainbow!" The sword energy turned into a long green rainbow, and collided fiercely with the power of thunder in the air.

The arena once again burst into brilliant light. This duel was undoubtedly a clash of the two's strongest trump cards. The collision of lightning and sword energy formed a terrifying energy storm, which shook the barrier around the arena and made it tremble. The light was so dazzling that the audience had to squint slightly, and their hearts beat faster in anticipation of the final result.

The light slowly dissipated, and Zhou Kun was seen kneeling on one knee on the ring, the thunder hammer in his hand had been broken, and although Mu Xinghe stood up, his face was pale, and his hands were shaking slightly, obviously he was also at the end of his strength. Both of them paid a huge price, but Mu Xinghe still stood up, and the outcome of this battle was already decided.

After a moment of silence, the surrounding audience burst into thunderous cheers, applauding this exciting duel.