Chapter 18 The Style of that 1 Sword (1)
Those who are shortlisted in the top 32 will be rewarded with meritorious service.
Being shortlisted for the top 16, the meritorious reward will be doubled, and there will be another challenge for the top ten disciples of the Outer Sect.
Under the arrangement, the big competition officially started. Two disciples from the foreign sect were called and strode up to the martial arts stage, facing each other twenty meters apart.
"Senior Brother Li, please do your best."
"Don't worry, Junior Brother Wang, I won't hold back."
The two knew each other, and when the words fell, their true energy surged.
Both of these two practiced the Little Qingyuan Kung Fu, and between the surges of the same true energy, there was a faint cyan color pervading between the brows. There is no noticeable gap.
The key to winning or losing lies in the realm of martial arts they have cultivated and their own fighting ability.
One of the two is practicing swords, which is regarded as the orthodoxy of Qingyun Sect, and the other is practicing palm techniques.
Fighting swords with fleshy palms is invisibly disadvantageous, so the person who uses the palm technique wears a pair of gloves, which can better protect his hands, and can head-on with the sword without being injured.
The two of them, who were equal in strength, fought with all their strength, fighting fiercely, with palms overflowing and swords intertwined.
"As expected of the disciples of the sect, the battle at the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm is so amazing." A group of casual cultivators sighed with emotion.
Casual cultivators lack resources and lack of inheritance, and the martial arts and martial arts they cultivate are often relatively low-level or even incomplete.
After a moment of fierce fighting, the disciple with the sword seized a chance, and the sword turned into a cyan light, directly hitting the opponent's chest, splitting it into the air and winning.
The first battle is over, the winner advances and the loser is eliminated, the second battle begins immediately, and it ends in just three breaths, because the two sides in the second battle have obvious differences in cultivation and strength.
The third battle...the fourth battle...the fifth battle...
The battles in the play-in rounds took place one after another, and each battle was either fiercely fought, or resolved directly with one move, showing a tendency to crush, but no matter which one it was, it made most of the spectators excited.
This kind of battle is nothing to Chen Zong, under a pair of seemingly plain eyes, he can clearly see all the moves and trajectories of the battle, full of flaws.
But it is undeniable that
It is these people who are quite outstanding. If you compare them with their peers in the Canglan World, they are definitely much better. Even the talented disciples of the fifteen top forces in the Canglan World do not have much advantage.
gap!
This is the gap in the background of the world.
With two hundred and fifty-six people, there will be one hundred and twenty-eight battles in the first round of the play-in competition.
In the fifty-sixth battle, one of the two sides was Ge Kong.
"Ge Kong, you were lucky enough to be shortlisted, but I advise you to admit defeat, so as not to get hurt, that's not good." With a sneer at the corner of the other party's mouth, he said to Ge Kong in an oppressive tone.
He thought that Ge Kong was still Ge Kong from a month ago.
"Stop talking nonsense, you'll only find out after the fight." Ge Kong suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted coldly.
Although his talent is middle or low among the more than 1,000 foreign sect disciples, deep down he longs to be strong and to show what he has learned under the gaze of everyone, but he has never had the opportunity, even if he had the opportunity. Dare, because there is not enough strength, not enough self-confidence.
However, this month's progress made him feel like he was dreaming, which he had never felt before since he was born.
Improve, strengthen, bring confidence.
"In that case, take my sword." As soon as the other party's voice fell, the long sword was unsheathed, and turned into a cyan sword light to stab through the air.
Blue light sword technique!
This is the first choice of swordsmanship for many foreign sect disciples to practice swords, because there are complete follow-up swordsmanship in the sect, which can be practiced all the time.
In an instant, Ge Kong's sword was also unsheathed, and it also turned into a sword light and shot out through the air. This blue sword light looked more concise and agile, and this scene immediately stunned many people.
"If you use your arms and fingers, if there is a god to help, this kind of aura is clearly in a trance!" Fen Jiangjian Jiang Baichuan was stunned and was very surprised.
"A mere disciple of the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm can practice the Qingguang swordsmanship to the state of ecstasy." The elders of the inner sect and a group of elders of the outer sect were also surprised, and couldn't help but look at Ge Kong a few more times.
There are more than a thousand disciples of the Outer Sect, and the elders of the Outer Sect know those who usually perform better, and there is absolutely no such person as Ge Kong.
Ge Kong's opponent's cultivation is at the peak of the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and he is even better than Ge Kong at a small level. However, the opponent's cultivation method is the fourth level, while Ge Kong has cultivated to the fifth level. The explosive power is stronger, not only making up for the gap in the small level of cultivation, but also surpassing it.
Coupled with the ecstatic Qingguang swordsmanship, and the combat experience that Chen Zong personally fed and improved, with the superposition of the three, Ge Kong shot down the long sword in the opponent's hand with only three swords.
His face was full of astonishment, the other party never expected that Ge Kong, who he looked down upon, would actually defeat him.
Ge Kong himself couldn't believe it, as if he was dreaming, but only after hearing the exclamations from all around him did he realize that he had won, and an indescribable self-confidence quietly grew in his heart and gradually grew stronger.
The self-confidence brought about by the improvement of cultivation and strength is often a bit illusory. Only by defeating a strong opponent can one cultivate that self-confidence, making it solid and no longer illusory.
For Ge Kong, the person in front of him was an unattainable person in the past, and he was not even qualified to be his opponent.
"Thank you, Brother Zong." Ge Kong walked up to Chen Zong and said in a serious tone like never before.
"Thank you yourself." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
The reason why I give advice to Ge Kong wholeheartedly is because Ge Kong is a friend of Chen Qingzong and has helped Chen Qingzong, and also because Ge Kong is a material that can be made, maybe his cultivation talent is not high, but he is hardworking and tenacious enough, and has a sense of resilience and persistent.
In the eightieth battle, the two sides in the battle were the evil blood sword unit dragon and Miao Junfeng.
"Junior Brother Shan, I heard that not long ago you broke into Lianjiang Village alone with one sword and one sword, and gained a great reputation. Your strength should not be weak, and you are expected to be in the top 16, but unfortunately, you met me in the first battle." Miao Junfeng is handsome. There was a smile on his face, as if he was concerned, but he actually hit Shan Shanlong with words.
"An eighteen-year-old trash who has not broken through to the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm dares to speak wild words in front of me." The words of Shaxue Jian Shanlong were extremely sharp and cunning, and Miao Junfeng's face changed drastically when he said it in a cold tone. Almost vomited blood.
There are more than a thousand disciples of the Outer Sect, and the eighteen-year-old Miao Junfeng is definitely the first group to join the Sect. The disciples who joined the Sect with him either died outside or have broken through to become disciples of the Inner Sect. Only Miao Junfeng Feng and a few disciples who joined the sect were still struggling in the outer sect.
Miao Junfeng, who is eighteen years old, has already reached the limit of the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he has not been able to break through to the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. A strong candidate for the top six.
Miao Junfeng's goal is naturally to challenge the top ten of the Outer Sect, defeat him, and be included in the top ten, preferably the top three, so that he can get rich rewards and become a disciple of the Inner Sect directly.
Miao Junfeng, who became angry from embarrassment, ran the kung fu, and amidst the surge of tyrannical true energy, there was a faint trace of purple energy rising behind him. It is a mortal-level top-grade kung fu Zi Yuan Gong, and it has been cultivated to the fifth level.
Zi Yuan's true qi surged to the extreme, pouring into his arms one after another, grasping the sword and unsheathing it.
The sword light moved swiftly, cutting out like a streak of purple lightning through the air.
Mortal-level top-grade purple lightning swordsmanship!
There was a hint of agility in this sword, as if it was divinely assisted, it was the Zidian swordsmanship in the state of ecstasy.
Although Miao Junfeng is eighteen years old, his cultivation has not yet broken through to the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he can be regarded as a genius, at least for many casual cultivators, it is out of reach.
The fifth layer of Zidian Zhenqi's Zidian swordsmanship fully activated, its power exploded to the extreme, like a purple cold electricity piercing the air, mercilessly, this is a blow from the enraged Miao Junfeng, and it will directly injure Unit Dragon.
With a cold snort, Shan Shanlong unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and a mass of blood filled the air, like a bloody sun rising into the sky.
The blood-red true energy surged in the body, and there was the faint sound of the sea tide. Chen Zong keenly noticed that a trace of blood was swimming on the surface of Shan Shanlong's skin.
The tyrannical blood-colored true energy rushed to the right arm one after another, reaching the blade of the sword, and the blood was blazing.
The astonishing evil spirit diffused thereafter, spreading like strands of red mist.
kill!
The bloody sword light shot out from the red mist, fast and ruthless, the astonishing killing intent made Miao Junfeng, who was the first to bear the brunt, feel a chill all over his body, his skin went numb, his blood also stopped, and his energy was affected , The sword that was blatantly killed also paused slightly, and its power was greatly reduced.
The masters compete with each other only in one breath.
Although Miao Junfeng is powerful and has killed many enemies during his training, he is much worse than Shan Shan Long Yi.
The moment Miao Junfeng realized something was wrong, he was already a step too late. The purple sword light was instantly shattered, and the blood-colored sword light rushed towards him like a thunderbolt.
Blood splattered, Miao Junfeng let out a scream, and was thrown upside down by the powerful force. When he landed, there was a sword wound on his chest, and blood kept gushing out.
"quick!"
Immediately, someone stepped forward and sprinkled medicine powder on the wound to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, he would lose too much blood, and he might die. Even if he didn't die, he would be weak for a while.
"Trash!" Shan Shanlong stared at Miao Junfeng with terrifying eyes full of evil spirit, and opened his mouth to spit out two cold words, which made Miao Junfeng tremble all over, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale and listless.
"One sword!"
Everyone on the ten seats of the Outer Sect reacted differently. The pupils of those ranked tenth to fourth shrank one after another, feeling a great threat. Zhang Tiekuang's expression changed slightly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a trace of excitement in his eyes. fighting spirit.
Ye Xijun seemed to be slightly taken aback, but immediately looked normal.
Yang Chaofan's complexion and pupils did not change a bit, as usual, and the ordinary face had a feeling of being unattainable.
"So strong!"
"very scary."
"Is this really the power that a disciple of a foreign sect can display?" The casual cultivators were horrified, and the other masters of power were also shocked.
In addition to the outer sect disciples of Qingyun Sect, the spectators also had a few inner sect disciples. When these inner sect disciples saw the sword swung by Shan Shanlong, their hearts were alarmed, because they felt that even if they played by themselves, Facing that sword, one must also treat it with caution.
For a time, the unit dragon of the Shaxue Sword was all the focus.
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