Chapter 721: On the Dao of the Sword

The air battle between Shi Hao and Shi Zhong ended in a draw.

It stands to reason that there should be no suspense about who is stronger and who is weaker.

But who let them be in two realms now?

draw!

If this is the case, it also shocked the Taixu Realm, and even spread throughout the entire Xingyu.

Now everyone knows that there are two peerless evildoers in the world, and they respectively broke the records of the temple of mending and the great sacrifice to heaven.

It is said that many old monsters in the hidden world have entered the Taixu Realm on purpose. If they want to meet these two monsters, can they accept a disciple or something.

Shi Hao frowned, but then stretched out a smile.

Shi Zhong was indeed strong enough.

Having such an opponent made his scalp tingle with excitement, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.

I really want to fight the opponent now.

But no, he is still weaker by a big realm.

Fortunately, he was two big realms behind before, what about now?

Only one left.

"Shi Zhong, you didn't disappoint me." He murmured.

"Brother!" At this time, someone had already greeted Shi Hao, "Are you interested in joining our Cold Sky Sect?"

"Hey, your Hantianzong is only a mere seven-star power, and you actually want to recruit a peerless genius like Shura?" The man was immediately stunned, "Sura is the strongest temple of mending for thousands of years, and it is your little Hantianzong who can Can you teach it? Shura, join our Absolute Peak Sect!"

"Damn, your Juefeng sect is just an eight-star power, what are you talking about?"

Everyone chattered and threw olive branches at Shi Hao one after another, wanting to take Shi Hao into their sect.

——Obviously, Shi Hao will become a superpower in the future, even the top of the top. If he can get such a talent, his sect can prosper for at least thousands of years.

Naturally, Shi Hao refused all of them. He already had the memory of a martial arts master who built the ladder of heaven, so he didn't need to be taught at all.

This disappointed everyone, some people went away knowingly, but some people held a grudge.

If I can't get it, I will destroy you so that no one can get it.

You are indeed the most arrogant person for thousands of years, but now you are nothing more than a temple of mending, and some strong people can kill you.

It's a pity that Shi Hao didn't reveal his true identity, how could he find out his real identity?

Shi Hao strode away, and after getting away from the crowd, he took out the iron book.

There are eighteen sheets in total, and none of them is surprising.

"What kind of reward is this?" Shi Hao was very speechless, this award does not count for one page, but he was given eighteen pages in a row.

Why, do you want him to sell iron?

"You stack these iron books together." Zijin Shu said suddenly.

Shi Hao glanced at it, and saw that the expression of this mouse was actually a bit serious.

He did as he said, and folded the eighteen pages of the iron book: "And then?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that these iron books were glowing, and then the iron sheets became transparent and merged into one.

Originally meaningless symbols also overlapped one after another, turning into understandable characters one by one.

"On the way of the sword."

The beginning is these three words.

Obviously, this is an article discussing kendo.

Shi Hao couldn't help being depressed: "I'm the only one who uses a knife, why give me this thing?"

Zijinshu sighed, and patted Shi Hao on the shoulder: "Little Shitou, if you announce this stuff, it will drive the whole world crazy!"

"Oh?" Shi Hao was surprised.

"Look at the signature at the end of this article!" Zijin Mouse said.

Shi Hao glanced at it, then turned his head again: "Jian Yi?"

Zijin Mouse nodded: "In the fairy world, there was a period when the sword was the most respected. At that time, there were four immortals who used the sword as a soldier. They were respectful, but they were self-effacing and called themselves Jianyi, Jianer, and Jianji respectively. Three swords, four swords."

"Jian Yi is the ancestor of the sword body!"

"Now, do you know how awesome Jian Yi is?"

Damn, the ancestor of the sword body!

Because Jian Yi is very good at swords, he has pushed the way of swords to the extreme, and even formed a physique, which was passed down in the form of blood.

This is really awesome.

Shi Hao nodded: "Is this Jian Yi explaining the way of the sword?"

"So, this is naturally indescribably precious." Zijin Shu said, "Even if you practice the Dao of the Sword, the Dao of the world is interconnected, and you can still get great benefits."

"That's not bad." Shi Hao smiled, but he didn't know what Shi Chong got.

The record broken by the other party is no less than him, and of course the harvest will not be smaller than him.

The battle at the temple of mending will not start for another day, and Shi Hao still has time. He read this article on swordsmanship, first read it word by word, and then comprehended its meaning. Immediately, his feelings abound.

He was completely obsessed with the artistic conception of the ancestor of swordsmanship, and he didn't wake up until Zijin Shu urged him.

"Little Stone, it's time for you to compete."

A day has passed so quickly?

All right.

Shi Hao rushed to the competition location.

Every time this kind of competition is the same number: in the first round, everyone enters the thirty-two palaces, no matter what, after three days, the first person to walk out of the palace will enter the first one. Two rounds of seeds.

Thirty-two seeds will go into an elimination battle until the only winner is determined.

Simple and brutal.

If it weren't for this, how many temples would there be in the entire Xingyu, and how long would it take to fight each other?

From the outside, the thirty-two palaces are all the same, but once inside, no one can come out until the first round of competition is over.

So, don't think about running out to change a palace when you see a strong enemy inside.

Shi Hao naturally didn't care, he strode forward and walked into a palace.

He was very low-key, sitting cross-legged on one side, waiting for the start of the competition.

——The gate of the temple is closed, and the competition will begin, and whoever makes a move in advance will be regarded as a violation of the rules and will lose the qualification for the competition.

Although he was already famous in Xingyu, it can be seen that there are not many people who have seen him, and he will not publicize his identity everywhere, so his arrival did not cause any disturbance.

No one knows that the winner of this palace has already been decided.

There are a lot of people. Although many people are not at the genius level, the first round is a melee. Maybe with luck, they can stand out?

That is to show his face, what if he is favored by another powerful person and accepted as a disciple?

Life is completely different.

Therefore, regardless of whether they are strong or weak, whether they entered the ancient world or not, they all came here now.

"No, Qi Yuansheng is here!"

"What, this killing god entered the main hall?"

"Let me out!"

Many people's faces turned green with fright. Qi Yuansheng, known as the Little God of Killing, kills people at every turn, even Han Junyi is far behind.

Fortunately, to die here is at best to be expelled from the Great Void Realm.

"Zhu Qi is here too."

"God, another god of death."

"It's going to be a nightmare to go back now."

"Hey, what sin did we do to enter the same temple as these two killing gods?"

Everyone is lamenting.