The sword test was highly anticipated, and the final result of this test did not disappoint.
This great battle unfolded, but it was far more intense and lively than anyone imagined. The entire day and night, four or five hours passed, and the battle on the sword platform actually never stopped. The person who was knocked off the platform , there were hundreds of people injured, but in this case, there were still many people gathered on the sword platform, ready to find an opportunity to fight on the stage!
And under this situation, the masters on the sword platform finally began to show their talents!
"Boom..."
Qin Shanjun swung his giant ax, and a wind wave visible to the naked eye spread, sweeping dozens of people within four or five feet around him off the stage. Countless people had their flesh broken and their bones broken, screaming in agony, and he was covered in blood. With fierce anger, he stood on the stage with his ax in hand.
Invaded by his evil aura, everyone squeezed back as hard as they could. They would rather bump into other people's weapons than dare to take a step closer to him!
As for Xiaoyue Mountain Master, he brought a large group of people, dozens of them in total. Wherever they passed, almost no one was their opponent. They were besieged one by one and knocked off the stage. Among them There were quite a few monks who were actually very strong, but they were beaten down because they could not defeat them with two fists. They felt very unconvinced and made a lot of noise and glared at the sword platform.
If he keeps joining forces with others like this, wouldn't it be possible to get to the end of it
I don't know how many people were dissatisfied and complained to the senior practitioner who was in charge of the examination, but the senior practitioner just smiled coldly and ignored them.
But what is unexpected is that after sweeping around, there are still many people on the stage, and it seems that there will be a fierce fight, but the little mountain master suddenly smiles solemnly, turns around, and holds in his hand He gently unfolded his folding fan, and immediately there were forty or fifty thin and sharp flying knives, cutting through the void and hitting him backwards. In an instant, his followers had been enveloped...
Those who follow him in practice are not stupid at all. They know that they have formed an alliance with the master of Xiaoyue Mountain, and they are only temporarily ensuring that they will not step down. Sooner or later, there will be a private fight, so they are always wary of this person in their hearts. Xiaoyue Mountain Master, however, did not expect that before he reached the end, he would take action against people like himself. Everyone was shocked and angry, and resisted in unison.
But the flying knife was extremely vicious, and with the blessing of magic power, it was as fast as lightning, and the angle of attack was even more cunning and vicious. They couldn't resist it, and they were stabbed in the chest and throat one after another. They roared in low voices and flew straight from the sword platform like rag bags. It fell down...
"Ha ha… "
The little mountain master, holding a folding fan, stood gracefully on the stage and laughed loudly.
Not far from him, Zhao Xuanque was holding an iron spear, fighting against three masters. Those three were all Red Pill monks. Their cultivation was close to the middle level of Golden Pill. Their martial arts were fierce and steady. They were one of many references. He was the best among people, but he held off the three of them with one shot and one shot, and he didn't lose at all. After a few moments, he roared and knocked one of them down.
The remaining two people were startled and eagerly wanted to attack, but Zhao Xuanque flew up and kicked each of them over.
"You haven't given up yet, do you want to see blood?"
Zhao Xuanque held an iron gun, pointed it in front of the two men, and said coldly.
The two people were unwilling to give in, but in the end they sighed heavily and took the initiative to turn over and jump off the stage.
It was only then that Zhao Xuanque finally showed a smile on his face, stood on the corner of the stage with the iron gun in his arms.
At the same time, a fat man with a blue face holding a pair of hammers...
A stout middle-aged woman with an iron chain as thick as her arm wrapped around her body, with a golden hook on the end of the chain...
A skinny old man with three iron guns on his back...
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One by one, the masters have stood out and firmly occupied the ten positions on the sword platform, as if declaring their top ten status and identity. Looking at the fierce masters, everyone in the audience wanted to take part in the sword test. There were still quite a few people, but all of them were frightened and did not dare to go on stage to challenge again. Invisibly, they seemed to have completely suppressed their momentum!
The spectators and cultivators around them saw this scene and vaguely understood in their hearts.
The top ten, I'm afraid it's just determined...
Now among the ten people on the stage, each one is in the Golden elixir realm, and their elixirs are all above White elixir. There are even three or four people who are in the Golden elixir realm, which are intermediate or even high-level Golden elixir monks. Just talking about martial arts, I am not sure that I will defeat them!
Just being among the top ten in the swordsmanship test, so many masters have emerged, which is already very rare.
At this time, who else dares to easily come forward and provoke them
It is clear that not all those who are preparing to take part in the sword test have been on stage yet, but this test seems to have come to an abrupt end...
"Is this the end of the test for the top ten, and are we ready to determine the top three?"
The cultivators watching the exam all around began to whisper and glanced secretly at the old cultivator in black robes.
Obviously, if the top ten are determined at this point, the next step will naturally be to determine the top three. Otherwise, it is not easy to wait on the stage all the time.
And in mid-air, the old cultivator in black robes was watching with interest and a smile on his face.
This old guy seems to be very satisfied with the rules he has set.
Seeing the silence of the void, and when no one dared to step on the stage again for a long time under the sword platform, he raised his sleeves.
It seems that he is also ready to start the assessment to determine the top three...
But at this moment, the white-haired disciple of the sword-washing pool who had been sitting cross-legged on the stage and had never drawn a sword from beginning to end, slowly stood up. When everyone saw that he had made a move, they couldn't help but His attention was focused, and the discussion was silenced.
Nearly a day has passed, and the blood on the stage is flowing like a river, and he has not touched it. What should he do at this time
In a state of surprise, they saw the disciple from the Sword Washing Pool walking up to someone beside them and saying, "Get down!"
The person next to him was a majestic man wearing Xuanjia. Someone recognized his identity. He was the true disciple of a great immortal sect called Xuanjia Sect. He had a great reputation. Now the handicap Among them, there were many people betting that he could enter the top three. He was strong and his character was naturally high. Suddenly he heard the words of this disciple of the Sword Washing Pool, and he was slightly startled: "What did you say?"
The disciple of Xijianchi said calmly: "I'll let you go down and give up your position..."
The Xuanjia monk was stunned for a moment, then with anger on his face, he shouted: "Even if you are a disciple of the Sword Washing Pool, you still..."
Before he finished speaking, the disciple of Xijianchi suddenly raised his hand!
He had been holding a sword with a black scabbard in his arms, but it was covered with white lines. At this time, he did not unsheath the sword. He just carried the scabbard and suddenly struck forward. Monk A was shocked. He closed his fists and tried his best to resist, but in the next moment, the scabbard hit his arms directly, and then he heard two crisp "clicks", and his arms The arm armor was directly shattered, and then the two arms were also shattered. The arms hit back and hit the chest, and the sternum was also shattered...
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell off the stage like a kite with its string cut off...
"Wow..."
Seeing this unexpected scene, countless monks stood up in shock with frightened eyes.
Now that the top ten have been decided and the battle of the top three has not yet begun, why did this disciple of the Sword Washing Pool do this
He obviously didn't take action when it was time to take action just now, why is he so weirdly attacking the people next to him now
Just when they were filled with fear, the disciple from the Sword Washing Pool gave them the answer.
He knocked the Xuanjia cultivator off the platform, then held the sword again, looked up towards the immortal platform where Chishui Danxi was, and said calmly: "I have been waiting for you for a day, and now I have helped you clear it. A position, it’s time for you to take the stage..."
Following his gaze, everyone's minds became confused.
They never expected that this black armor monk would do it for the leader of the Four Paths...
When he first took the stage, he challenged Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan didn't respond, so he didn't speak anymore. But he didn't expect that now that the top ten had been decided, he challenged Fang Yuan again. Issued a challenge, waiting for him to take the stage...
He even took the initiative to help Fang Yuan reserve a spot in the top ten!
"Why is this? Why do the disciples of Xijianchi focus on those four leaders?"
"Given that the disciples of Xijianchi specialize in swords and ignore everything, they shouldn't have any jealousy towards the four leaders. Even if they feel that these four leaders have stolen the limelight of the Six Paths Examination, they shouldn't take matters into their own hands. Is it so absolute?"
I don't know how many people were extremely surprised, staring closely at the disciple of the Sword Washing Pool, full of doubts.
On top of the Immortal Platform, Fang Yuan was also looked at by countless eyes.
The people around him are undoubtedly waiting for him to give an answer. The disciple of Xijianchi has already reached this level, and it seems that he can no longer remain silent. If it were anyone else, at this time, I am afraid that he would not be able to continue. Just continue to act like nothing happened
At this moment, Fang Yuan lowered his head quietly, thinking in his heart.
He could feel countless looks from around him, some doubtful, some sympathetic, even some pitying, and some gloating. But, more importantly, he felt the feeling that made him feel deep in his heart. He looked up slightly with a sense of crisis, and found that the gazes were still from the Sword-Xinji Immortal Platform, and from Wutai.
"What exactly are they planning?"
He was thinking secretly, his face already looking a little solemn.
"Fang Xiaoyou..."
The Zixiao Cave Master next to Fang Yuan also noticed something was wrong and looked at Fang Yuan with some concern.
Fang Yuan nodded and sat on the Immortal Platform with an expressionless expression.
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"How can you be so tolerant? Others have been deceived to this extent, and they still don't suffer the consequences?"
Amid the discussion, Li Hongxiao on the Immortal Platform next to him also frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.
Beside her, a black-clothed armored man whispered: "Little princess, in the previous martial arts test, he just hit the iron for a few hours, and he was so tired that he lost strength. It seems that his cultivation and strength It's not clever. Now, if the disciples of Xijianchi provoke him like this and he refuses to go out and refer to it, it means that he may not really be the person we want to investigate... "
"I didn't really care at first, but now I'm a little curious..."
Li Hongxiao answered coldly and said to himself: "If he is really a person who is not proficient in martial arts, will Xijianchi focus on him?"
The black-armored guard was slightly startled and said in a low voice: "Then let me go check it out..."
Li Hongxiao said: "Go, don't bother me with such trivial matters in the future!"
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"Haha, it seems that Junior Brother Qiao has nothing to do with him..."
In the other direction, on the Immortal Platform where the Sword Washing Pond is located, there is also a man wearing a white fox suit, leaning lazily on a jade table. One look at this posture, one can tell that he is a man who knows how to enjoy himself. , he was holding a glass of wine in his hand, but he never drank it into his mouth. He just looked at the direction Fang Yuan left, sighed softly, and said, "I won't end up beating him to death..."
Next to him, two tall and tall old men in black robes sat. After hearing this, one of them slowly opened his eyes and said lightly: "It is our duty to eliminate demons and protect the Tao. This kind of demon fetus can directly You can just draw your sword and kill him, so why bother talking about it?"
The man in the white fox robe shook his head slightly and said, "Jianzhi, do you know why you have been wearing a black robe all your life and not put on a white robe?" After saying that, a hint of smile appeared on his face. With a narrow smile, he said: "Have you ever thought about why Junior Brother Li returned to the Sword Washing Pond a year ago and was immediately imprisoned in the Sword Prison, making him think about his own life?"
After hearing what he said, the two old men in black robes had dark expressions on their faces. They didn't answer, but looked at him.
The young man in white fox clothes smiled and said: "Actually, the reason is very simple. No matter who you want to kill in the Sword Washing Pool, whether it is a demon or an immortal, you must be upright and follow the rules. When Junior Brother Li discovered that he was As soon as the sword demon left, he immediately ignored the mission of the Immortal Alliance and attacked him. As a result, his reputation was ruined and his mission was ruined. Of course, he must be imprisoned in the sword prison and learn the rules!"
The faces of the two old men in black robes were even uglier.
The person on the left said coldly: "Sword practitioners can break all laws with one sword. Don't they even dare to break the rules?"
"Of course rules must be broken!"
The young man wearing a white fox coat chuckled softly and said: "But you must first learn to abide by the rules before you can break them. If you don't abide by the rules of the game when you first start learning swordsmanship, that is called ignorance, not a sword." Break all laws..."
The two old men in black robes looked at each other and stopped arguing with him about these matters.
But obviously, they are still a little unconvinced.
People who practice swordsmanship are all determined and arrogant. If it were so easy for them to be convinced by the truth spoken by others, they would not be able to achieve their current achievements in swordsmanship, and they would not be qualified to wear swordsmanship. Wear this black robe!
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"Fellow Taoist Fang Yuan, I have waited for you to this point, but you still refuse to come down and teach me?"
And on the Immortal Platform, the disciple of the Sword Washing Pond had even said Fang Yuan's name...
Fang Yuan was still sitting on the stage, but his expression became increasingly ugly.
"Even if you are unable to retreat, you will never be able to solve the problem..."
The disciple of the Xijianchi looked calmly towards Fang Yuan's direction, and his voice was loud, but with an unquestionable domineering tone: "You don't want to wait until certain things are over, and I will come to your door in person. Let’s go find you…”
"Wow..."
The people around him were even more puzzled. They never expected that he had spoken so seriously.
No matter which direction you look at it, it doesn’t seem to be...
If people want to take part in the sword test, they can take part. If they don’t want to take part, do they really have to be forced to take part
"Hey, the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool are pressing forward every step of the way. Isn't it a bit too much?"
Some people couldn't see it any longer and sighed in a low voice: "The four leaders of the four circles are destined to be famous in the world, but the black-robed swordsman still insists on forcing him to take the sword test. If he is defeated miserably, his reputation will be ruined. , wouldn’t it be damaged?”
Someone else snorted coldly: "Even if he doesn't participate, his reputation will be damaged. The dignified leader of the Four Dao Dao was called to the formation for a long time, but he didn't dare to go down to challenge. In any case, he gave people some excuses, maybe he will use the Dan Formation Talisman." The four instruments have been reduced to worthless!"
"It doesn't matter what the alchemy weapon talisman is. In the world of cultivation, strength is still respected after all. Although he is the leader of the four paths, he was repeatedly provoked during the sword test, but he never dared to come on stage. He is destined to have a reputation of being timid and afraid of getting into trouble. Alas, this sword washing pool is also true. Why do they, the supreme master of swordsmanship, have to deal with such a young monk who is skilled in other disciplines?"
"Haha, isn't the Sword Washing Pool always so domineering?"
Someone soon approached the speaker and said with a cold smile: "The swordsman fanatic from two thousand years ago, the current sword master of Xijianchi, didn't he just gamble and fight with the world's martial arts masters when he was young, and finally defeated the world with one sword? , and then placed Kendo, which originally belonged to the martial arts system, above martial arts, and also made the name of the martial arts exam become the sword exam that everyone knows now? "
At the end, some people gradually began to sympathize with Fang Yuan.
To a certain extent, there are differences between practitioners who practice alchemy and talismans and monks who specialize in swordsmanship, martial arts and magical powers.
Just like in Qingyang Sect, the best people will always enter the Five Peaks and focus on cultivation, while the rest will be selected to enter the Fourth Academy to refine the alchemy array and talismans. It seems that those who focus on cultivation are naturally high. It seems like a first-class person, how can the four monks of the Dan Formation, Talisman and Equipment not have some grudges
This is the case now. Fang Yuan, the leader of the four paths of elixir, formation, talisman, and weapon, is naturally regarded as one of his own by the monks who have mastered these four paths subconsciously. Normally, they would be unprepared to tease him a few words, but seeing that I felt a little unhappy when I saw a leader of the Four Paths being forced to do so by a swordsman who was obviously an alchemist and talisman painter, but was forced to fight with a sword on the field...
"People learn formations, elixirs, weapons, and talismans, but you learn swords. Why do you have to force others to compete?"
"That's right, if you have the ability, come and compete in formations and pills..."
"Haha, you keep asking people to come up, so if you have the ability, come down..."
There were strange and strange screams all around. Of course, the reputation of the Sword Washing Pond was still too great. Those who screamed were hiding in the crowd one by one, for fear of being discovered. The number was not very large, but It’s enough for people to hear clearly!
"snort… "
On the sword platform, when the sword-washing pool disciple heard these cries, his expression suddenly changed, and he glanced around coldly. The surroundings were so frightened that there was immediately silence, and then he coldly took a step forward. , shouted in a low voice: "That's enough, Fang Yuan, you know what you have done. My junior brother Li was insulted by you and is still locked up in the sword prison. I abide by the sword law and will not trouble you in private." , so I am waiting for you to fight on the sword platform. Is it possible that you are so hopeless that you dare not come up?"
"Uh-huh!"
After hearing this, the people around were startled and looked towards Fang Yuan with some doubts.
At this moment, Fang Yuan also raised his head, his eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to speak...
But at this moment, a sharp roar suddenly interrupted his words.
That roar was like thunder, and seemed to contain indescribable power. It rumbled and spread, shaking countless people's hearts and losing most of their souls. Then they all looked towards the place where the roar came from. , and stayed for a while...
In their sight, a tall and strong man who looked like an iron tower was rushing into the examination room with a roar.
And in front of him, there were two black figures, not to mention like a bereaved dog...
"Senior Brother Guan Ao?"
When Fang Yuan saw the strong man who looked like an iron tower, he was suddenly shocked.
At this time, shouldn't Guan Ao be in seclusion in the small courtyard, guarded by Manager Sun
Why did he suddenly appear here
Who is he chasing
Fang Yuan felt confused, especially when he saw that Guan Ao's body was actually covered in blood, and he looked like he had been seriously injured. His expression was even more manic, as if he had lost his mind, and his expression changed drastically. stood up...
"Roar… "
But before he could rush over, he saw Guan Ao chasing those two people and rushing into the venue of the sword test. He was about to catch up with those two people, and the two black figures also said Screaming in terror, they originally wanted to rush towards the Immortal Platform on the left, but they changed their minds temporarily. They looked at each other, panicked and rushed towards the sword platform desperately.
And Guan Ao, who was chasing them, stepped onto the sword platform without any hesitation.
Do you know why I am posting this two-in-one chapter? Because I know if there is a break in the middle, you will definitely have to fight again!
(End of chapter)