Chapter 428: Fighting on the Sword Stage

In the midst of everyone's attention, [Hai Yue Tide] Qiu Heron and [Love Sword] Song Zhishu flew down to the sword platform.

At just 40 minutes, it was obvious that there was an objection that had to be fought in the first meeting, and it was twenty-two against sixteen - even if there were only fifty people, there had never been such a huge change.

The voices that were originally like small waves suddenly surged, and when the first sword light was lit, the shouts soared into the sky.

It was completely different from yesterday's opening. Everyone knew that the first twenty-two were a profound threshold, but the kendo temperament displayed by the two in an instant still amazed everyone - one was clear and calm, and the other was sharp and sharp. The sword lights crisscrossed the arena, completely dizzying.

You have to understand it first before you can make a subdued cry. But at this time, more people just opened their mouths and exclaimed subconsciously in confusion.

It wasn't until the snowy light all over the stage merged into one with a "ding" that everything settled into a form that could be understood.

A bright sword flew up into the sky spinning and crookedly. On the stage, Song Zhishu was thinking thoughtfully with his hands empty, and Qiu Heron was holding a sword against his throat.

There was a moment of silence, and then a violent exclamation broke out.

"The [Love Sword] is so powerful, after all, it can't really kill people." The people on the Jade Sword Stage looked away, and there were some whispers among each other.

It was obvious that the competition among the top twenty-two was almost bloody and fierce at the first moment. Qiu Heron must have glanced at everyone in front of him, and he must have been staring at Song Zhishu for a long time.

Many of his swords were actually aimed at this somewhat neurotic young man.

But this is certainly not a victory without force. During these days in Fucheng, many people have met for the first time. When others observe you, of course you can also observe others. If you can think of what kind of sword to use to win a battle, and finally use it, that is victory in the way of the sword.

"I'm not serious" is stupid.

Song Zhishu picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground. Cui Zijie breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his fellow students who had returned. Qiu Henglu pursed his lips to suppress his excitement. When they returned to their seats, the two of them shook hands vigorously.

The registration meeting immediately started a discussion. Although they were better than swordsmen, the age difference was five years after all. During this period, there were constant questions and fierce arguments with different positions. Finally, after a moment, Chen Lihuai judged the result on behalf of the registration meeting. : "Qiu Heron is temporarily ranked eighteen."

There was no immediate roll call today. As expected, the top twenty-two people changed drastically. Regarding the power level after entering the Sword Xiuyuan, almost everyone will try their best.

"Oh my god." Ren Zixin sighed in a low voice. Seeing the fight between these geniuses, he suddenly felt a little afraid. For a moment, he was glad that his senior brother did not have to squeeze into such a cruel and powerful ranking.

The spirits of everyone on the Jade Sword Stage were aroused, and the sword discussion continued.

【Seventh one】

First, Kongtong, "White Rainbow Chapter".

Pei Ye picked up the pen and looked at the words in silence for a while.

Then he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows. He began to feel a little tired. He woke up Quail's head, cleared his mind, and then continued to write down the remaining sword skills one by one.

Then without saying a word, he reached out to the eighth bead in silence again.

This time he read fifteen pieces in a row,

The morning sun gradually moved towards the sky, and the Xujuhui finally passed the tenth place with difficulty.

Even though we were prepared for the cruelty of today's discussion, the intensity of subsequent developments was still far beyond expectations. Almost every position was accompanied by one or even several sword fights, and every sword fight would always break out. An unexpected surprise - when it came to winning, the woman silently picked out the swordsmen from eighteen to twelve one by one, and unexpectedly won five and lost two.

When the woman sat down weakly and covered in blood, the whole audience was silent for two breaths. Finally, the Xiuxian Council gave her the rank of fifteen.

Bai Fei, who was ranked thirteenth, was the only one who did not raise any objection to his ranking, but played a full eight games. However, this humble and polite young man won all eight games and was eventually promoted to ninth.

Many people felt that he still had some strength to spare, but at the ninth hour of the discussion, he still stood up and politely and humbly talked a lot of nonsense, and in the end he did not challenge anyone in front of him.

So the ranking of the bottom thirteen was announced, because everyone behind him couldn't beat him, and not many people thought he could continue to move forward, so it became a solid dividing line.

In any case, under the solemnity and seriousness, the arrogance of Jianghu sects has flourished, assessing the situation and fighting ruthlessly, which is fully reflected in these thirteen agreements.

"This Mr. Bai is so awesome." The atmosphere on the stage had already become lively. Except for Qing Zi, who was still calm and upright, there were constant discussions everywhere else. Ren Zixin looked at the audience, "And he is so gentle."

Zhao Qizhi next to him whispered: "I don't even dare to challenge him."

Ren Zixin immediately glared at him: "Your legs are shaking even when you enter the ring!"

But then she heard a weak voice from behind: ".I didn't see him."

"He hasn't even played yet."

Ren Zixin turned around, and the cold voice was that of the cold girl he saw the day before yesterday. She was following the boy at that time, but now there was a beautiful girl in a green skirt beside her.

Ren Zixin was startled. She really felt that coming to Fucheng was quite an eye-opener. She could see such a beautiful girl many times. However, this girl's face was pale and she was not in good spirits. She glanced over and saw that Only the left sleeve is strangely empty.

For some reason, the two of them came at this time, and they sat down in the empty seat in front - that was the seat of Taishan Medicine House.

"Miss Qu, let me ask you again, did he ask you to knock me out?" The girl in the green skirt looked at her companion anxiously.

"No, what do you think of our Taishan Medicine House?" Qu Xin looked at her calmly.

". Sorry."

Qu Xin nodded, turned around and took out a small notebook to write down: "Green eyes are resistant to sleeping, and the dose needs to be doubled next time."

Li Piaoqing looked around, she didn't find that the small bag had been moved, and she would definitely not look at the front of the hall at this time. She hoped that the boy just went to prepare in advance, and he would appear on this sword field as promised in a while, and she would definitely cheer for him loudly.

But at least now the name hanging high in the first column is still nowhere to be seen, and on the sword stage, the discussion of the top eight swords has begun.

The first one is Qi Mengchen.

A lingering pain began to emerge in the brain.

Even with the help of Quail Head, he still experienced the pain of overusing his mind in Kongtong again, but he could rest for a while at that time. Now he put down the 22nd bead and there was still half of it on the wall in front of him.

Black Cat had tried to help him soothe the back of his head. Pei Ye took a deep breath, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes for a while. About half a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes again, pursed his lips and took the 23rd bead from the wall.

Qi Mengchen directly picked Nan Guannu.

Bai Fei's ninth was indeed a boundary.

No one thought he had the strength to move forward anymore, because the sword fight between the two women instantly showed another level.

As expected of a genius on the Duck Ranking, even if they only compete in swordsmanship and are both in the spiritual realm, you can see those more profound sword strikes and more outstanding sword moves. The two fought brilliantly and beautifully. The sword of [Mingzhu Shou] was already ethereal, and Nan Guannu's [Nanwang Jing Luoyu, Huazhong Baojianmian] was the most appropriate adjective. In the middle of the battle, the two simultaneously splashed out extremely wonderful swords of will.

But it was in the game of will and sword that Qi Mengchen began to fall behind.

The [Sword Outside the Sword] given to this woman by the Xiu Book Association was very appropriate. Her comfort zone was in sword watching, and it was the time to get to know each other before the battle began, but Nan Guannu was obviously also familiar with this. She had not used a sword in front of this woman for two years, and she had prepared enough unfamiliar sword will for her.

In the end, she ended the sword fight with a move [Butterfly into Feathers]. Countless spectators near the sword stage seemed to really see the colorful butterflies in the sky. Such an amazing experience can be expected to be passed down for a long time.

The two returned to the Jade Sword Platform, bowed to the surroundings and sat down. The meeting did not discuss too much before deciding the result of this meeting, and no one in the hall had any objections.

But from here on, a new link began. After Chen Lihuai collected the opinions of the meeting, he bowed and reported to the front of the hall: "Commander-in-chief, the 140th meeting, Qi Mengchen is the eighth and the seventh. The meeting judged that the two had similar talents, and since the sword fight was lost, they should return to their original positions."

The man in black clothes flipped through the opinion paper handed over, and after the whole audience was silent for about three or five breaths, he closed the paper and nodded lightly: "Yes."

So the man in green immediately reported the result to the outside.

The next person was Nan Guannu, but she stopped here and did not try to move forward, and the next person Yan Bingjian picked Zuo Sheng.

The fight between the top eight seemed no longer fierce, but in fact it was just no longer chaotic.

Because starting from the match between Yan and Zuo, the two fought the highest level, the most exhausting, and the most jaw-dropping battle in the entire sword selection meeting so far.

Nan Guannu's giving up was obviously the clearest cognition.

Yan Bingjian was the number one figure in the Five Swords Blessed Land; and if Su Xingke was not there, Zuo Sheng would also be the face of Mingzhu Waterside.

The remaining five people had no right to be humble or to stop when they saw the good. They each represented their own sect and would fight here with all their might. Every change in ranking would be a decisive battle.

As the last sword light fell, Zuo Sheng defeated Yan Bingjian with difficulty. The Xiu Book Association had the longest discussion, during which people from other seats kept asking questions.

Because Yan Bingjian's position determined the result of the Five Swords Blessed Land this time, the fellow disciples who accompanied him argued for this - because Zuo Sheng's "sword mad" personality actually took much longer to practice sword than Yan Bingjian, and his talent was indeed a little worse.

Finally, after a full three quarters of an hour, the Xiu Book Association handed over the result to the figure sitting in front of the hall.

Sui Zaihua flipped through the paper, thought for about twenty breaths, and finally nodded gently: "Yes."

So everything was settled.

The Golden Book finally retained Zuo Sheng's fifth place, and Yan Bingjian was ranked sixth.

The Five Swords Blessed Land has not been able to enter the top five so far, but three people in the Pearl Waterside are in the top ten, and two are in the top five. The sentence [Watch the pearl shining on the falling flowers] is about to come true.

And the next discussion, Zuo Sheng was silent and pointed his sword directly at Cui Zijie.

The whole audience was silent for a while, and the three figures in the front that everyone was paying attention to finally included one in the scope of discussion.

[The 34th]

First, Yi Yuquan Mountain, Geng Yi.

After writing this line, Pei Ye pinched his eyebrows, and after enduring this pain, he tried to recall the feelings in his heart.

This sword, like many of the previous ones, was the first time he saw it, but he began to have some difficulty remembering it. Not only because of the exhaustion of the mind, but also because the temperament of this sword itself also requires a very deep experience.

Its murderous intent was so cold and sharp that Pei Ye had never seen such a heart-chilling sword before. This was its unique feature.

But in such a deep and cold killing intent. Pei Ye frowned and tapped the table lightly, and suddenly his brows relaxed slightly-yes, the fog can turn into a sword, and it can also give birth to a sword.

He picked up the pen and wrote a few words at the back, and continued to write.

This bead took a little longer, about a moment.

[Heavenly God Granted Feather] Cui Zijie, the last disciple of the master of Yuquan Mountain, is also the most talented one among his peers. He was able to pass on the "Mayfly Transformation into a Wild Swan" that no one has learned for seventy years, which is regarded as a sign of the revival of Yuquan Mountain.

He is only nineteen years old, but he has already reached the eighth life spirit realm two years ago. Countless people call him the brightest sword in Shaolong, and he and Xiang Zongyuan are opposites because of their equally powerful and outstanding talents and completely opposite personalities.

Now he is four years younger than Zuo Sheng. Even if he loses to Zuo Sheng, he will probably not change his position, and this discussion may not be started at all.

But the first moment Zuo Sheng looked at him, he stood up with his sword.

"The 142nd discussion, the fifth, Zuo Sheng, and the third, Cui Zijie. Before the discussion, please let's fight with swords."

As the clear voice fell, the whole audience was excited in an instant. The revision meeting entered its real climax. Even those who didn't know much about the martial arts world had already heard of these names.

Now each of the top five has a legendary figure, and the face-to-face sword fight between them is something that countless people have been looking forward to and arguing about for two months.

Two figures flew to the sword stage, and all eyes were cast over. They had just seen Zuo Sheng's strength with their own eyes, and the afterglow of excitement had not yet fallen, and the figure on the opposite side would only make people look forward to it more.

The rumored [Heavenly God's Gift of Feathers], he didn't need to prove anything for himself in advance, and the heated debate on the Ten Directions Arena and the Sword Stage revision could not touch his clothes at all. Since he received the sword letter and came to the city, he has only been waiting for these peak battles.

Now he is finally going to draw his sword.

Swords are exchanged.

Zuo Sheng drew his sword and drew an ink line on the stage.

At the end of the ink line, there was a sword light that almost illuminated the entire sword stage.

People exclaimed, such a fierce opening was beyond imagination - this was the final sword he had just used to end Yan Bingjian!

This sword certainly did not really illuminate the entire sword stage, and the sword light that filled the sword stage was by no means dazzling.

They were soft and clear, that was the brilliance of Mingzhu.

Zuo Sheng learned from the previous generation of Mingzhu Shou, and this was the famous sword of that predecessor, [Shining Water White Moon].

It was almost unimaginable that such a clear and beautiful sword would burst out from this silent black robe, but it was indeed close to the extreme. In an instant, the cold and beautiful artistic conception enveloped countless spectators under the sword stage. Just now, Yan Bingjian's blazing fire sword was extinguished by such a cold and beautiful water moon and sank to the bottom of the lake.

How should Cui Zijie face such a nearly flawless artistic conception?

Cui Zijie drew his sword and threw it away from the sheath, and raised his sharp eyes. Countless people screamed in surprise in an instant.

Because all the skins really felt the stinging coldness.

This sword light went straight towards Zuo Sheng. The artistic conception of [Shining Water and White Moon] enveloped it, but it did not drown it. Instead, it helped it sharpen the cold killing intent!

Everyone seemed to hear a sharp sound. It was obviously such a chilling killing intent, but it was like burning a straight gap in the water and moon realm.

[Yuquan Sword Casting Art] [Cold Spring Sword Quenching]

No one thought that this cold and beautiful sword that drowned Yan Bingjian would be broken in front of Cui Zijie. Even if they had been looking forward to it for many days, they had never thought that they would see such a sword light that made the whole audience cold.

This was originally the ultimate sword of killing intent, and Cui Zijie pushed it to the extreme of the extreme!

No one could think of how to resist such a sword - all the amazing swordsmanship seen before were useless. Until the next moment, Zuo Sheng pursed his lips and twisted his sword wrist, and everything suddenly became dark.

It was still the same artistic conception, but the white moon suddenly went out, the heavy water suddenly rose, and everything went dark - everyone saw that this was never an autumn moon on the lake, but an uninhabited abyss, with cliffs on both sides as high as a thousand feet. When this pearl went out, the whole world was left with only a terrifying coldness.

When he just defeated Yan Bingjian, it was not the end of his strength. This silent black-clothed swordsman now showed everyone his profound and heavy swordsmanship.

And this sword is not just a copy of others, it is what those who walk on the mountain of swordsmanship are trying - a double-life sword in the artistic conception, [Dark Pearl Sinking into the Abyss].

Many people suddenly re-recognized the height of the swordsmanship of the previous generation [Mingzhu Guardian], and on the current sword stage, Cui Zijie's cold sword originally burned only the pearl light, and now the dark water and cliffs are all pressing down, and this sharp cold sword seems to have no place to break free.

The artistic conception of "depression" can only be created and learned by people who are extremely repressed and tenacious. It has always been rare and difficult. Obviously, for Zuo Sheng, [Dark Pearl Sinking into the Abyss] is the true condensation of his fifteen years of silent sword practice.

Cui Zijie pursed his lips, his eyes were serious and bright, and then in such a sword field, he suddenly closed his eyes and let go of the sword.

[Throwing into the Water and Turning into a Dragon]

The sword fell into the abyss, but did not sink, but turned into an equally sharp and cold dragon, jumping up from the bottom of the abyss!

Fine ice crystals formed on the water surface, the cliff was covered with frost, and the sword dragon broke out of the water.

Countless people exclaimed at such a stunning artistic conception, but the dragon was not a dragon after all, it could not fly on the clouds, and the two swords entered into a wrestling match in an instant - no one knew whether the dragon was sharper or the abyss was deeper.

But this wrestling match only lasted for a moment.

The dragon jumped out of the water, Cui Zijie opened his eyes, and lowered his hand to hold the fallen long sword again.

Then there was a change that no one expected. For the first time, Zuo Sheng showed a surprised look on his face - the cliff abyss was already filled with fog.

The long sword turned into smoke after being quenched in water. The deep of the extreme killing intent of this cold spring quenching sword was actually countless misty white mist.

The deep ravine can trap the dragon, but it can't trap the clouds and fog. The sword dragon turned into the fog, and when it condensed again, it was already outside the artistic conception of the water abyss.

[Sword in the Mist]

Cui Zijie pulled out the quenched sword from the fog, the sword tip was bright, and it was against Zuo Sheng's throat.

The whole audience burst into violent cheers. The understanding and development of the sword of the two people were completely different from the previous people. Countless people felt that their horizons were broadened. Zuo Sheng was already amazing enough, and the first sword of this [Heavenly God's Feather] was as legendary as his reputation.

Although they were four years apart, he did not use the legendary "Mayfly Transformation into a Wild Swan" at all.

This decision was quickly made, and Sui Zaihua nodded without even looking at the note, and his clear voice spread outside the stage.

"The 142nd decision, Zuo Sheng, the fifth and third. The sword duel is over, and the discussion is safe, and it is decided: the fifth in the sword book."