HEAVENLY CULTIVATION.
The Falling Star Sword III

Everyone focused and waited for what would happen on the stage during the fight between Lau Luo and Zhan Chen, to the point where the two were both at a dead end and the silence of the larvae enveloped their entire stage no one had any intention of attacking first.

And Zhan Chen's technique, the Meteor Rain was still right above Lau Luo. Underneath it was a hot larva, and she was in the middle of it using the Cloud Blowing Wind Steps which made it seem as if it was flying at a certain time limit.

At that time it was the thing that made the silence of the stage as a determinant of victory.

Whose spiritual energy is exhausted first? Will it be Lau Luo who uses the Cloud Blowing Wind Steps that can only be used for five minutes? Or did the Meteor Rain Zhan Chen and his larval technique first perish due to running out of spiritual energy?

Right now, both of them were dependent on the time of the last five minutes. When the time had been more than five minutes, then Lau Luo could not maintain the Wind Blowing Clouds Steps to keep flying and she would return to the side of the stage, while in every arena hot larvae are ready to lurk to swallow it and burn it starting from the legs, stomach, then head. Seeing how much spiritual power Zhan Chen exuded on the Falling Star Sword, he planned to avenge the shame named Jie Yanling by killing the disciple of Shao Yi Chen at any cost.

As Zhan Chen had expected, after Lau Luo had just used the Cloud Blowing Wind Steps right now he had to use it until the time to maintain it was reduced to three minutes.

In the nearly three minutes, Zhan Chen could clearly see that the originally still calm face was now shrinking in panic.

That was where Zhan Chen laughed out loud as soon as he saw her and he couldn't bear to shout. "Just shut it down pathetic in hot larvae! I promise to deliver your bones to Yilin and your corpse for your Shixiong-Yiran award or for whoever it is and for peak God Shao!"

Looking at how big the hot larvae were on stage, and just from the pressure of the heat alone was enough to make people feel claustrophobic due to the air becoming a little, all the spectators were sweating. If only there was no protective veil, just with Zhan Chen's technique then it would be enough to kill the audience around the stage and burn to death.

Seeing the match, Jing Yiran clenched her hands behind her robes in worry, even so for now she did not forget her duty of being the companion of the seven peaks.

He screams at everything. "Don't approach the veil! Keep a safe distance around it, you can burn!"

Everyone who heard Jing Yiran, they instantly took two to three steps back.

"Yiran-shixiong, can Luo-shixiong win this time?" At this moment a woman from the top of Xia Hua asked worriedly and she was Zhang Ziyi's close friend.

Jing Yiran said with a smile. "Don't worry Luo-Shidi is strong, she'll win."

The woman had reason to deny Jing Yiran, what Jing Yiran said had absolutely no reason other than to comfort her. "That's gonna be hard! This was impossible, Zhan Chen's sword was the Falling Star Sword. What a sword! But Luo-shixiong.he only used a sword from an ordinary shop! Their strength is not worth it!"

He's feeling pissed. "What part of the people would let Luo-shixiong fight with such a tail sword?!"

Jing Yiran, "...."

Jing Yiran who bought him with all his money. Can't you call it anything other than an oxtail sword?

Actually the sword that Jing Yiran bought was of the best quality, even though it was still compared to Zhan Chen's Falling Star Sword, then the sword he bought from the shop would be very different.

Duan Yanyue suddenly came and spoke to him. "That's already the best sword of Chang'Su's shop that I chose. You call him the oxtail sword.. Is your brain crazy?"

Then Duan Yanyue laughed. "How is your own uglier sword? Did you call him a sword?"

"You! Lotus my sword?!" The woman was angry, she yelled again at Duan Yanyue. "That's you who chose it?! Luo-shixiong could lose because of you!"

Duan Yanyue glanced at Jing Yiran. "But your Yiran-shixiong bought him tuh. As a junior disciple did you just insult him?"

The woman was very surprised then hurriedly lowered her head at Jing Yiran to apologize and she then glared towards Duan Yanyue furiously, stomping Duan Yanyue's feet then sniffing away.

Duan Yanyue frowned as her legs ached while sneering towards the back of the woman who was leaving. "This is a trial. I will choose a humble wife someday, or an evil wife will always step on my feet until paralyzed."

Not long after, a loud noise made everyone's attention return to the stage. And that deafening one came from when Lau Luo fell out of the air and almost splashed into Zhan Chen's larval technique, the stage under his feet exploded and all the hot larvae right under his feet slowly evaporated into hot steam. Three thousand black hair Lau Luo was entwined in her white robe that was slightly shedding sweat, while the heat around her again became steam and a thick mist suddenly surrounded her.

Although she was uneducated but Lau Luo was very knowledgeable about the laws of nature.

Zhan Chen's hot larvae were as if they were a drought for a year, and the Meteor Stone Rain technique was like a rain of water for one day. Although both of Zhan Chen's techniques were equally hot elements, but the Meteor Rain Stone was nothing more than rain.

It was the same when, heat for one year would be lost if in the rain one day.

The Jade Cloud Sect disciple suddenly flinched, he was startled and shouted. "It doesn't make any sense! How could two heat energies be able to dissipate each other?!"

There was currently a person explaining from one of the Jade Cloud Sect disciples. "There must be a reason, why Zhan Chen's technique weakness was another one of his techniques. For example, hot larvae and meteor showers are an amazing combination of techniques, but it is not expected that the two techniques used simultaneously will create their own weaknesses. Given both of these hot-element techniques, however, this is still difficult to understand."

Knowing his own technique of yawning, Zhan Chen was clearly at a loss. He had already used his two strongest techniques on the Falling Star Sword, whereas Lau Luo from the start of the match used the basic technique of just the Wind Blowing Cloud Steps?

Just thinking about it Zhan Chen instantly clicked his teeth, and with the final strike he exerted all of his spiritual energy on the Falling Star Sword. And as he prepared his technique then for the blink of an eye the two swords met again, clashing with each other's brilliance. The red and white slurs coiled around each other with an invisible spiritual light, until the two were pressed with nearly depleted qi energy.

But the reality was not as simple as it seemed, although Lau Luo still looked to match Zhan Chen's strength in reality she fell into a crisis that was more dire than Zhan Chen's.

To be able to escape Zhan Chen's two supreme techniques, he expended spiritual energy beyond his reach to make his calculations fall apart.

Lau Luo's own spiritual energy had already been depleted due to to fending off all the hundreds of meteor showers that were pointed at her, also to avoid the hot larvae and maintain the Wind Blowing Cloud Steps at the same time as if his mental ocean as a spiritual substitute had already been torn apart within him, making him himself barely able to stand up straight.

Let alone to remain standing and resisting, he was already unable to raise his sword properly. Every grip of his hand trembled and shivered, and the silver sword almost time and time again escaped his hand.

However Zhan Chen had no intention of giving it a chance to stop, and Lau Luo was pressed even heavier. But suddenly the silver energy in his sword disappeared like an extinguished candle which made his defensive gap even lower.

Within a second a silver sword had already appeared on Zhan Chen's neck, in an unsheathed position with flaring spiritual energy.

Still unsheathed to Zhan Chen's neck, Lau Luo looked at him without saying a word or any smile and her black eyes frowned slightly in indifferent facial paralysis.