In the starry sky, above the wandering continent, the towering sword pavilion stands, and the inheritance has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, which is almost immortal.
On the sword pavilion, the rising sun is rising, and the last round of the banquet on the sword is about to start, and the top ten will compete for the top.
In the pavilion, the top ten are among the top ten, witnessed by all the venerables, and one after another is coming, and they are all seated.
In front of the main seat, the three pavilion masters of Jiange appeared and took their seats one after another.
"Thank you all for coming to witness the final chief battle of the Wuji Banquet on the Sword"
Mei Wuhen looked at the crowd in front and smiled, "The rules this time are very simple, draw lots to decide the order of the showdown, and the time of the battle will end, don't hurt the peace"
Under the seat, Ning Chen sighed softly, comparing swordsmanship with swordsmanship, it really wasn't his strength.
His sword, after all, is more suitable for killing.
"come"
Mei Wuhen said.
As soon as the words fell, a swordsman stepped forward and put ten jade slips on the wooden plate in his hand, with ten different numbers at a moment.
"To be fair, second sister, you'll be the last to draw"
Mei Wuhen looked at the purple-clothed woman beside her and smiled.
Shui Wuyue nodded lightly, but there was no change in her icy face.
"Everyone, there are ten different numbers engraved on the jade slip. Those who draw adjacent numbers, such as the first and the second, the third and the fourth, will compete separately, and so on," Mei Wuhen explained.
The nine people nodded and took the first seat. Sword God White Feather raised his hand, and the first one took down a jade slip.
Next, the woman in red from the Zhu Rong family, Lin Yuzhen and others also took the jade slips in order and set the order of the first round of battle.
"ten"
Ning Chen looked at the numbers on the jade slip in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed that it was the last group.
The number is meaningless to him. If he wants to be the chief of the Wuji Banquet on the Sword, he must defeat all the opponents he encounters.
"Please also draw friends with numbers one and two to attend," Mei Wuhen said with a smile.
The voice fell, and on the right side of the seat, Shui Wuyue got up and walked down.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they came back to their senses, with a strange look on their faces, and the second pavilion master of the sword pavilion actually appeared in the first round.
During the banquet, among the nine people, a man in a blue shirt sighed softly and got up to attend.
"Ready? I'm going to start"
Shui Wuyue lightly reminded, the slender hand waved, the sunset appeared, the divine sun rose, the divine sword floated in it, the sword was not sheathed, and the sword pressure swept all directions.
The man in blue was concentrating, holding his right hand, a deep blue magic weapon manifested, the blade of the sword was unsheathed, and the world was frozen.
"what a pity"
In the main seat, Mei Wuhen sighed softly, and the result has been decided.
Before the words were finished, in the battle situation, Shui Wuyue held the sword and drew it. In an instant, the sunset came out of its sheath, the sun was shining, the ice melted and the snow melted.
The moment of youth, snowflakes, blood flowers, blooming in the world, the sunset returns to the sheath, the battle is over.
"Uh"
With a muffled groan, blood stained the air, the man in blue knelt down, with a sword running through his chest, blood pooling.
"Wind Without Moon"
Mei Wuhen opened her mouth and announced the result. She looked at the seriously injured man in blue below, and there was a stream of light in his eyes. He could have gone further, but unfortunately, he met the second sister.
The power and body are mutually restrained, and the attributes of magic weapons are mutually restrained. This person has no chance of winning.
One move defeated the enemy, during the banquet, everyone was shocked, and they recovered for a moment, their faces were full of disbelief.
There is absolutely no simple person who can pass the two tests of Jiange and advance to the last round. He never thought that facing the second pavilion master of Jiange, he would be defeated with just one move.
"Come on, bring Yuzun down to heal," Mei Wuhen ordered.
"Yes"
The two sword attendants walked out, respectfully leading the order, and immediately stepped forward to help the seriously injured man in blue and exit the hall together.
"Brother Ning, it's my turn"
Lin Yuzhen said softly, stood up, and walked to the front of the table.
Not far away, a swordsman from the All-Heaven Star Territory also walked out, with a powerful aura looming, and the cultivation in the later stage of the real realm made people look at him.
"Under Lin Yuzhen, please recruit"
"Sang Huai"
The swordsman responded, and after a salute, he waved his hand to reveal the sword, and the figure swept out to strike first.
Lin Yuzhen raised her hand, Feng Ming flew out, and with a loud bang, he blocked the attack.
The two swords are fighting for the front, and the eyes are full of cold stars. During the banquet, the strong swordsmen watched the battle, and they knew each other.
In this battle, the winner will not be decided too quickly, but the strength and weakness are clear.
King Qi Lin Yuzhen, a well-known powerhouse in the starry sky, under the fourth realm, rarely meets an opponent, although this swordsman named Sang Huai is strong, it is still difficult to shake the name of King Qi.
In the battle situation, in the blink of an eye, the battle has surpassed ten moves, the sword is dazzling, and the peak of the sword is pleasing to the eye.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Lin Yuzhen, who had a slight advantage, forcibly condensed her power, gave up her conservative tactics, and released all her powers, wanting to make a quick decision.
Seeing this, Sang Huai's eyes were full of strange colors, and he glimpsed a chance for reversal.
The two swords merged, and there was a loud bang. The figures of the two separated, each took a few steps back, and their bodies were stained with blood.
The figure kneeling suddenly, the sword edge leaning on the ground, the blood from Sang Huai's mouth continued to overflow, and he was defeated by half a stroke.
"Uh"
On the other side, on Lin Yuzhen's left shoulder, a sword mark appeared, blood mist spurted out, her body staggered, and she was severely injured.
The expected result, the unexpected process, after the seat, the strong men from the major star fields were puzzled and did not understand the reason.
King Qi was clearly able to defeat this swordsman from the Star Regions with a steady method of battle, so why should he be so anxious and take such drastic measures
At the end of the battle, during the banquet, the red clothes flashed, and Ning Chen stepped into the battle, helping the injured Lin Yuzhen, and Feng Yuan condensed to seal his injuries.
"How?" Ning Chen said solemnly.
"No problem"
Lin Yuzhen smiled reluctantly and replied.
On the main seat, Shui Wuyue's eyes flashed brightly. It seemed that King Qi was severely injured yesterday, so he was reluctant to fight for a long time and adopted a quick solution.
"This game, Qi Wangsheng, Your Highness, congratulations" Mei Wuhen got up and smiled.
Lin Yuzhen nodded in greeting, and with the support of the man beside her, she returned to the seat.
After the two battles, Shui Wuyue and Lin Yuzhen entered the next round respectively, and the result was not unexpected. The strong wins, and no one can break the truth.
Next, Sword God White Feather and Mu Changge defeated their opponents within a hundred strokes respectively. The only game that was not yet open and the outcome was unpredictable fell on Ning Chen and the red-clothed woman from the Zhu Rong family.
During the banquet, Ning Chen got up, and on the other side, the woman in red also stood up and walked to the front of the banquet.
"In Xia Ningchen, ask the girl to teach her great tricks"
"Contemporary Zhurong, please"
The ceremony has passed, and the battle is about to begin. In the hall, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and everyone was attentively waiting for the battle to start.
A famous ninth son of Momen, a descendant of the Zhu Rong family who has not been born in ten thousand years, the result of this battle is unpredictable.
"drink"
With a soft drink, Ning Chen's whole body shone with red light, Tai Shi appeared, and his swordsmanship reappeared.
"If the fire, the sword"
When the war came, the red-clothed woman opened her lips lightly, and a moment later, the flames shot up into the sky. (PS: I'm a little busy with work today, so I can't add more updates. I'll take a while, and try to add more updates to everyone in the next two days)