In the west area of Huangcheng, in a courtyard of a mansion, the whole place has been taken over by Zuo Mo of the Beast Taming House.
The tables and chairs in the courtyard are neatly arranged, and more than two hundred people who have passed the second round of candidates are gathering together according to the different empires they come from.
People from the State of Tang are with the State of Tang, and people from the State of Chu are with the State of Chu. After all, the people of their own country are the most familiar.
There will inevitably be competition among geniuses. When the warriors of the country gather together, it is equivalent to holding together in a group here.
With nearly 300 leaders from all over the country, the Qin warriors were a little embarrassed. Except for Duanmu Qing, Hua Yunfei, Mu Chengxue, and Ji Changkong, plus some leaders from the imperial capital, the number was only a dozen.
Compared with dozens of people in other countries, the gap is very obvious. Even if Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun, who have not yet arrived, are added, the number cannot break the twenty.
When the leaders of the surrounding countries glanced at where Hua Yunfei and others were, their eyes flashed with contempt from time to time.
From time to time, they would discuss in low voices, which made several people in Da Qin feel embarrassed.
In fact, Qin's spiritual energy is scarce and it has been at the bottom of the four empires for a long time. In the last Five Kingdoms Tournament, there was no one who even broke into the top 100.
It's a pity that there are rules in the Five Kingdoms Tournament, and royal children cannot participate. Otherwise, with Yingyue's strength, there would be no pressure to at least break into the top twenty.
The royal families of various countries form their own system. It is said that they can communicate directly with the outside world and have their own paradise.
Therefore, this invitation letter to the Ancient Tower, just like the Five Kingdoms Tournament, will never be sent to the royal families of each country.
"Liu Yong, you and I haven't seen each other for three years. It's rare to get together this time. I wonder if your sword can still be better."
At this moment, Zhou Wei, a warrior from the Xia Kingdom, said to a disciple of the Tang Kingdom with his aura rising to the sky.
To put it bluntly, this gathering is a process for everyone to find out each other's bottom before the battle in the ring.
There are countless acquaintances in the field, and they all want to know how the opponent is progressing, and then estimate their own strength and what their chances are of getting twenty places.
The fact that so many people came was partly due to Zuo Mo's reputation, and the other half, and more importantly, the twenty quotas.
Tang Guo Liu Yong stood up and chuckled: "That's what I meant. I could defeat you a year ago, and I can still defeat you a year later."
call out!
As the two people came out, the discussion in the venue immediately stopped, and everyone's eyes focused on them.
In the arena battle, everyone may be an opponent. Being able to know the strength in advance will save a lot of energy by reasonable avoidance.
Dangdang!
In the courtyard, sword energy was everywhere, and the two people soon fought together, using various sword moves non-stop.
The scene was evenly matched, and for a while no one could do anything to the other. Liu Yong said with some surprise: "In one year, I didn't expect that you also successfully understood the sword's intention, and even practiced it to 30% of the sword's intention. It's not easy!"
Zhou Wei wielded his sword to the extreme, and said with some pride: "One year is enough to change a lot of things. If you only have this little ability, then if you meet me in the ring, you'd better give in early."
boom!
The long sword in Zhou Wei's hand suddenly trembled, and a more powerful sword energy sprayed out, and the sword energy became a bit sharper.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Between the swings of the sword, Liu Yong was forced back several steps, and the advantage on the scene suddenly began to tilt toward Zhou Wei.
"This is 50% sword intent!"
The warriors watching from the sidelines exclaimed in a low voice, "50% Sword Intent is already the pinnacle of Sword Intent. As long as you cross this threshold, you will become Dacheng Sword Intent."
An ordinary swordsman with 50% sword power at such an age is already considered very powerful. No wonder people around here dare to challenge Liu Yong.
It turns out that now that I have such confidence, I feel relieved.
Liu Yong's expression also changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, and said with a faint smile: "50% sword intent? I achieved it half a year ago, you should have achieved it just now."
boom!
The sword intention also increased, and the momentum immediately came back, and the mastery of the sword intention was even better than Zhou Wei.
In addition, the artistic conception he comprehended was stronger than the opponent's, and he instantly had a comprehensive advantage. Zhou Wei didn't know when he could only resist hard.
After a hundred moves, Liu Yong's eyes narrowed and he found a flaw. He thrust his long sword straight into the opponent's face. This sword's cold light was sharp and extremely dangerous.
Zhou Wei was startled and quickly put away his sword and turned around to resist. Unexpectedly, Liu Yong just made a feint. The moment he put away his sword, the long sword suddenly thrust forward.
It hit his wrist and immediately opened a scar. The long sword came out of his hand. Liu Yong took advantage of the situation and took a step forward. The cold sword edge was placed on Zhou Wei's neck.
"I agree, Brother Zhou. It seems that your training this year has been in vain. It's best not to encounter him in the ring."
Liu Yong laughed, sheathed his sword, and returned everything Zhou Wei said to him.
Zhou Wei returned to his table with some frustration. Several friends next to him immediately comforted him: "Don't be discouraged. Your sword intention is 50%, and the artistic conception of wind has reached the peak of Xiaocheng. Take twenty There is still some hope for a spot.”
Zhou Wei smiled bitterly and said: "It's okay, it just made me see myself more clearly. I thought that although I was not among the top people, I couldn't compare with Ding Fengchou, Jiang Zimo, Chu Tomb and others, but the top twenty are still More than enough.”
"I didn't expect it to end like this. I'm making progress, and so are others!"
Then several people in the field began to compete with each other. Among them, the three young masters of Jiang Zimo, Chu Tomb, and Mu Xinya Tianyao Palace were fighting each other.
There are also the battles between Pei Shaoxuan and Xia Xiyan, and the battle between Dingfengchou and his old enemy Zuo Mo, which are the most eye-catching.
The strength of these people is recognized by everyone to be the best in the field. After the battle, people have become more convinced of this idea.
Even Liu Yong, after watching the competition between Ding Fengchou and Zuo Mo, shook his head slightly and sighed: "I'm not as good as him. If I encounter him, I will admit defeat immediately and save my energy to deal with the next battle."
Hua Yunfei and others on the Great Qin side looked very ugly. They thought that even if they were different from people from other countries, the gap would not be so big.
At least there is still some chance of maneuvering. After watching several battles, I shook my head and sighed in my heart, secretly thinking that I had really been watching the sky from a well before.
boom!
A warrior from the imperial capital of the Great Qin Kingdom was kicked out by a swordsman from the Tang Kingdom. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face looked extremely painful.
The swordsman shook his head and said: "The warriors of the Great Qin Kingdom are still not strong enough. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to challenge me."
This sounds nice, but in the ears of Hua Yunfei and others, it is more uncomfortable than humiliation.
"Don't leave, I, Hua Yunfei, challenge you!"
Hua Yunfei's face was gloomy, he stood up, holding a bloody sword, and slowly walked towards the swordsman.
The swordsman glanced at Hua Yunfei and said solemnly: "You are stronger than him, I accept your challenge!"
boom!
The two of them fought together, and Hua Yunfei knew that the opponent was difficult to deal with. As soon as he came on stage, he wielded the blood-killing sword technique to the extreme. The sky was filled with red light, the sea of blood was churning, and the evil spirit was rising into the sky.
The swordsman, without changing his expression, stepped back step by step, resisting Hua Yunfei's continuous attacks.
When there was no way to retreat, Mu Ran stopped, shook his head and said: "It's a very powerful martial skill. It's a pity that you can't even understand the sword intention. It's a waste of this martial skill. Defeat!"
The sword intent soared into the sky, and the swordsman's momentum suddenly surged, and his sword moves became turbulent. He deflected Hua Yunfei's attack with just one sword stroke, and the long sword left a faint blood mark on his face.
Then he sheathed his sword and flew back quickly. If he hadn't been merciful, Hua Yunfei would have died on the spot under this sword.
Ji Changkong took advantage of the situation and stood up and said to the man: "Ji Changkong, can you teach me your brilliant moves?"
Before the swordsman could answer, a swordsman friend next to him stood up and said with a smile: "It's been two battles in a row, can I help you block?"
"Okay, Shi Yong will leave it to you!"
The swordsman nodded in agreement, returned to his seat and began to close his eyes to rest. He won two games in a row but didn't pay much attention to it.
In his opinion, the person who defeated Da Qin was not worthy of his pride at all.
Mu Chengxue said softly: "Very good, let's fight with all our strength so that you can be convinced that you have lost."
Shi Yong smiled and said: "Don't say big words to make people laugh. Let's talk about it after we win!"
call out!
Ji Changkong launched the attack first, using the Star Sword Technique, and when he swung it out, the sky was filled with stars.
But the swordsman didn't pay too much attention to the opponent's vision. He shouted and slashed at him with all his strength.
His cultivation level is higher than that of Ji Changkong, and combined with his domineering sword skills, he is enough to crush the opponent.
Bang bang bang!
After several hard fights, Ji Changkong's arms were numb from the shock, and his chest ached even more. He knew that his vitality was still a little inferior compared to his opponent's.
No longer hiding his strength, he integrated 20% of his sword intention and sword moves, and finally recovered a little of his disadvantage.
The swordsman smiled and said: "It's interesting, but 20% of the sword intent is impossible to see here, so you should lose!"
A violent wind suddenly exploded on the blade, and the swordsman finally used all his strength.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Ji Changkong struck three swords in a row, but in the end he couldn't resist anymore. The long sword in his hand was directly hacked away and flew quickly towards the outside of the courtyard gate.
Mu Chengxue, who thought he had a holy weapon and could gain some limelight, saw Ji Changkong's sword being swept away, and his expression changed slightly.
He lowered his head to drink tea and acted as if he hadn't seen anything. He had completely given up on going out to challenge.
"Resign yourself to your fate. The Great Qin Kingdom does not have enough spiritual energy and competition is not great. Even if the gods are equal, they will still be much weaker than the geniuses from other countries."
"In this era of budding warriors, you are destined to only play supporting roles." Shi Yong said expressionlessly.
Ji Changkong looked unwilling, but he had to admit that what the other party said was indeed the truth.
Buzz!
At this moment, a melodious sword cry suddenly sounded outside the courtyard gate, whining, clear and loud.
Everyone quickly turned their attention and saw a swordsman in white robes outside the door, holding a long sword between his fingers.
The impact of the long sword was extremely powerful, but the swordsman only used two fingers. He casually clamped the tip of the sword, but the sword could not move forward even half a minute, and it swayed violently in the air.
Shi Yong's face changed slightly. His last three swords were executed with all his strength. They were his most powerful killing moves. He knew very well how powerful they were.
The long sword that was knocked away by him was at least half as powerful as his peak strike.
It wouldn't be surprising if he avoided it, after all, his speed was already a bit slow, but this man only held the tip of the sword between two fingers and blocked it casually, which was a bit unbelievable.
Chapter 477 Zuo Mo (four chapters completed!)