Chapter 1837 Ah Jiu

In the whole square, everyone held their breath and concentrated. An elder of the Eight Desolations said loudly, "The competition will last for one stick of incense. Whoever is still standing on the stage after one stick of incense will be the winner today. Now... start!"

As the elder's voice fell, the entire fighting stage was aroused with layers of sword energy. Everyone below the stage held their breath. The sharp sword energy seemed to be materialized, giving people a thrilling feeling.

"Zheng!"

As a cold sword whistle sounded, the black-clothed boy Ji Wuxin took the lead and a sword passed like a meteor, pointing directly at the white-clothed boy Ajiu.

"No one can dodge my sword, and you are the same."

The voice was full of coldness and confidence, and it seemed that there was no emotion. In a flash, before the words fell, the sword was handed to the white-clothed sword master. ❂

"Dang!"

The swordsman in white swung his sword to block. No one could see his face under the jade fox mask. He never spoke, but only used the sword in his hand to meet the opponent's ruthless sword moves.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"

The swords of the two people swung a gust of wind on the fighting stage. The sword shadows were getting faster and faster, and the sword energy was getting stronger and stronger. The sword of the black-clothed young man Ji Wuxin was obviously more and more murderous. With each sword, the force was very heavy, while the sword of the swordsman in white was always erratic, and the sword was light and agile, and his body movements were also unpredictable.

After fighting for a while, the whole stage was full of the figures of the two people, and the sword shadows were intertwined. If the entire fighting stage was not covered with a formation defense, I am afraid that the sword energy of the two would have been stirred outside and hurt the spectators.

But even so, the people below the stage could feel that the swords of the two were extremely strong. It was hard to imagine that the two teenagers had such a profound cultivation? Not to mention the swordsmanship, just the cultivation shown by the two, who would believe that they were just teenagers?

On the high platform, several elders of the Eight Desolations also watched the battle intently and kept silent. They had their own thoughts in their hearts, but they would never believe that the two were really just teenagers.

The competition lasted for about half an incense stick of time. At this moment, the fighting stage was completely covered by the sword energy of the two. If there was no formation defense outside, anyone who approached would be injured by the sharp sword energy.

"Palace Master, do you see anything?"

Liu San was watching the two people on the stage carefully, while Xiao Chen was silent. This Wuxin sword was too murderous. Every move was aimed at the opponent's life. Such a heavy murderous aura, but he didn't know how to hide it.

The sword in the hand of the white-clothed swordsman was always unpredictable and erratic. Although it was an ordinary iron sword, a strong spiritual power was condensed in the heart of the sword, so it could not break against Ji Wuxin's murderous sword, otherwise it would have been broken into pieces.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" The swords of the two people were getting faster and faster. In the end, the entire fighting stage was layered with the shadows of the two swords.

At this moment, Ji Wuxin put two fingers of his left hand together and drew a line on the sword. The sword in his hand was stained with blood, and the blood light was even more intense. He suddenly swung the sword and slashed at the white-clothed swordsman!

At this moment, the white-clothed swordsman did not give in at all. He also put two fingers of his left hand together, gathered the spiritual power on his body on the long sword, and actually went straight to the edge of the sword and hit back with a sword.

"Dang!"

The two swords slashed together, and suddenly there was a deafening sound. A wave of sword energy surged out in a circular shape. Even though there was a formation defense on the fighting stage, the people below the stage were shaken to the ground by the sudden sword energy. Some disciples with lower cultivation were even shaken out.

At this moment, the murderous aura on Ji Wuxin's body suddenly became extremely heavy. At the same moment, a figure flew over from outside. With two "clangs", he brushed away Ji Wuxin's sword with his left hand and the sword of the white-clothed swordsman with his right hand, and separated the two people who were fighting fiercely.

"Elder Canglong..." Everyone below the stage was stunned. The person who suddenly flew to the stage to intervene was actually the Lord of Canglong Palace.

At this moment, Xiao Chen came to the stage, and the two immediately stopped fighting. Everyone below the stage also held their breath. Logically speaking, as long as one party has not fallen or admitted defeat, then even the Lord of Canglong Palace should not interfere with the competition.

On the high platform, several elders of the Eight Desolations looked at each other, shook their heads and said nothing, waiting to see what Canglong was going to do.

Xiao Chen's eyes slowly fell on the white-clothed swordsman, and the white-clothed swordsman also looked at him. After staring at each other for a moment, Xiao Chen asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Ajiu." The young man's voice was very clear, as clear as the ancient spring in the mountains, untainted by the hustle and bustle of this world.

In the distance, everyone looked at the stage in silence. People from the Vermillion Bird Hall and the White Tiger Hall were also there today. The Lord of the Vermillion Bird Hall sat on the high platform in the south, silent, and behind her were the Taiyi Elder of the Zhang Su Palace and Mu Shaoai, who were also watching the battle here today.

From the beginning, this mysterious young man in white had never spoken since he appeared, and now everyone heard him speak, and it turned out that his voice was so clear.

Xiao Chen looked at him and said, "Take off the mask."

Hearing this, everyone in the audience held their breath. They wanted to see what such a clear-sighted boy looked like. Unexpectedly, the young swordsman in white seemed to be nervous for a moment, then stepped back and said, "No."

"This..."

The words "don't take off" immediately caused a lot of discussion. Now that the Lord of Canglong Palace asked him to take off the mask, he didn't take it off. How could he be the descendant of Canglong? Or was it that he was a little nervous when he saw the Lord of Canglong Palace coming down in person?

"Take it off."

Xiao Chen took a step closer to him, and the audience held their breath and kept silent, thinking that the boy would take off the mask obediently, but he suddenly turned around and wanted to run off the stage.

"Stop!"

Xiao Chen's figure moved instantly and blocked him in front of him. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab him, but the boy was as flexible as a rabbit and circumvented it.

"What a fast body movement..."

The audience was stunned again. Just now, they only saw the boy's figure erratic when he was fighting with Ji Wuxin. They didn't expect that he could escape from the hands of the Lord of Canglong Palace at this time. It was really amazing.

When Xiao Chen saw him escape, his eyes fixed, and he took the Lingxian Step and rushed forward again in an instant. This time the boy failed to escape. Xiao Chen's move was as fast as lightning, without a trace, and he grabbed the mask on his face. The boy stepped back, and the mask fell off immediately, and his long hair fluttered down. At this moment, it was silent. The audience outside the fighting stage stood up from their seats in shock, and everyone was speechless. After a long time, the silence was broken.

"What's going on! How can it be a woman!" Several elders of the Eight Desolations also changed their faces and stood up from their seats.

"This, this... What's going on?"

Liu San was also stunned, and Xinyuehu and others in the distance were stunned. They saw the "boy" on the stage, with picturesque eyebrows and clear eyes. This is clearly a girl, how can it be a boy?

Over at the Vermillion Bird Hall, Mu Shaoai was also stunned. Looking at the girl on the stage, he seemed to have lost his soul. He murmured, "The so-called beauty has the appearance of a flower, the voice of a bird, the spirit of the moon, the posture of a willow, the bones of jade, the skin of ice and snow, and the posture of autumn water..."

"Shaoai...what are you doing?"

"Ah...Elder Taiyi, no, nothing..." Mu Shaoai came back to his senses. Looking at the girl on the stage, he felt that his soul was floating outside for a while.

At this moment, many people in the Eight Desolate Alliance were stunned. How could this white-clothed swordsman Ajiu be a girl? No wonder she refused to take off her mask just now. It seems that in the past, the Canglong Hall did not accept female disciples as the descendants of Canglong.

Xiao Chen was standing on the stage, holding the jade fox mask in his hand, looking at the girl in front of him without saying a word. After a long time, he said, "What a white-clothed swordsman, what a Jiu."

"This..."

Several elders of the Eight Desolate Hall also frowned. They did not expect that this white-clothed boy was actually a girl in disguise. What should they do now? Will the competition continue? But Canglong Hall has never accepted female disciples as successors.

At this time, an elder looked at Xiao Chen and asked, "Master Canglong, now... will the competition continue?"

Xiao Chen looked at the girl in front of him and said, "No need. From today on, she is the successor of my Canglong."

"This..."

As soon as these words came out, many people in the audience began to discuss. Accepting a girl as the successor of Canglong? This seems to have never happened in Canglong Hall before. Moreover, this girl disguised as a man, Jiu must be a fake name. Now we don’t know her origins. What if she is a person with ulterior motives?

At this time, an elder of the Eight Desolations looked at Xiao Chen and said, "But she... is a woman. In the past..."

"What happened to the woman?"

Before the elder of the Eight Desolations finished speaking, the cold voice of the Lord of the Vermillion Bird Palace came from the high platform in the south. Hearing the cold voice of the Lord of the Vermillion Bird Palace, everyone was stunned for a moment, and the elder of the Eight Desolations also swallowed back what he wanted to say, and then changed his words and said, "No, no, Lord of the Vermillion Bird Palace, don't misunderstand me, what I mean..."

"What does the elder mean? Tell me clearly, what happened to the woman?"

The Lord of the Vermillion Bird Palace looked at him. Although he was wearing a mask, the look in his eyes under the mask was getting more and more scorching. In the end, the elder of the Eight Desolations Palace stopped talking, fearing that the more he talked, the more confused he would be.

"Haha, what a great swordsman in white, Ah Jiu..."

At this time, Xin Yuehu also stood up from her seat. She had heard how powerful this swordsman in white was before, so she came to see him today. This time, this swordsman with superb sword skills suddenly turned into a lovely little girl in white.