Huang Qiong looked at Qi Han in shock, his eyes were hot, he clenched his fists, and his heart was boiling with enthusiasm.
"Good boy, can comprehend the artistic conception of cold ice, and integrate it with the domineering sword intent, ha! The Palace of Incomplete Blades, finally there is a monster that can surpass me!"
When the first round of the Wuque Daodian contest went to the last moment, there were only a few people who hadn't played at the end, including You Junying and his wife.
Huang Qiong curled his lips and finally recovered his lazy state.
The group of people who played afterwards, although there were still good ones, could force Emperor Qiong to draw his sword, but those were just Huang Qiong who was impatient and deliberately did it.
After Qihan, the imperial dome's sword potential field converged again, and immediately the following people had a greater chance of surviving.
However, in this case, it is still so bleak.
Huang Qiong is still a little dissatisfied, he always feels that there is no shortage of sword palace, and there is something missing.
what is it
Huang Qiong's brows were frowned, and there was always some unhappiness in his heart.
"If there is no one, I will leave if there is no one. I still want to squint."
Huang Qiong lazily, simply resting on his face, squinted his eyes.
This time, the only ones left were You Junying and Hong Luo.
Among the onlookers, Luo Tian and Shen Lei experienced the shocking scene just now, and their eyes gradually brightened.
It seems that it is really insightful.
"No shortage of swords hall, really domineering, a saint son in a small area has the strength to reach the sky, behind him, there are three major spiritual abyss sword repairs, and he must be one of the best!"
Someone was amazed, and then he clenched his knife's fist tighter and tighter.
"I originally thought that Su Ming, who was able to draw a tie with the Emperor Qiong, was the most dazzling figure in the audience.
Who knows that there will be another cold, cold mood, fusion of sword intent, slowing down the attack, so terrifying..."
"This person must be another king in the future!"
"It seems that Qi Han will be the first person in this session of the Wugua Sword Hall selection!"
On the thirty seats that were about to be filled, Chen Feng hugged his arms and looked calm.
Inadvertently, he showed a weird smile.
After that, there were only two vacancies left. There happened to be You Junying and his wife. Huang Qiong glanced at them lazily: "The pair of lovers opposite, it's time for you to show up. Are you sure? If you are not sure, go back. Honeymoon!"
Suddenly, You Junying and Hong Luo looked at each other affectionately and nodded. They resolutely stepped towards the imperial dome's sword power field.
Luo Tian and Shen Lei both looked at the two seriously, and they always had some expectations in their hearts.
Huang Qiong tilted his head, scratched his neck again, and immediately recovered his indifferent expression.
The bodies of the two were separated, one on the left and the other on the right, stepping into the sword field from both sides at the same time, and the overwhelming blades suddenly slashed towards them in a dense manner.
I saw You Junying drew his sword and gave a soft drink, condensing a fierce and domineering sword intent, a phantom spreading for several tens of meters, compared to the spiritual seal realm, smashing dozens of sword lights.
Hong Luo calmly drew the knife, the sword was rigid and soft, and her body changed countless times in the blink of an eye, and she also easily disintegrated the sword ray in all directions.
Their realm is exactly the same as the Emperor Qiong. Their blade intent is phantom, rigid and soft, one side is domineering dozens of zhang blade intent, stretches out, and the other is a strange sharp knife, which is like a knife and a sword. They approached almost at the same time. The body of Emperor Qiong was cut off with a knife!
Huang Qiong's eyes lit up, he immediately put away his laziness, immediately drew his sword, and directly turned into a nine-foot giant sword. With a wave of his wave, he showed the tendency of the mountain to collapse, sweeping the mountains and the sea toward the two.
You Junying and his wife took a light pace and moved around. The two seemed to become a yin and a yang, turning into a sword-in-the-sword formation, disintegrating the giant sword beam of the emperor vault at will, and launching attacks one after another.
Their sword intent, in an instant, merged together and turned into a domineering scimitar.
This scimitar was stagnant in the air, as if it was also frozen by ice, unexpectedly stopped.
However, everyone knows that Emperor Qiong has absolutely no such ability!
This scimitar slowly approached the emperor vault, the emperor vault did not dare to neglect, and immediately swept a larger sword light, swept away with a hurricane wave!
When the phantom shadow of his sixty-foot long knife suddenly collided with the giant shadow of the scimitar that was slowly driving towards him!
The scimitar giant shadow immediately split the light and broke down into thousands of sword shadows, like electric light, smashing into the emperor's body!
The Emperor Qiong slashed with a knife, and You Junying and his wife rushed forward, one after another, one yin and one yang, forming a formation, and instantly slashed towards the Emperor Qiong. The Emperor Qiong slashed the long sword at You Junying, but Hong Luo changed the situation. Stabbed from behind him at a fast speed!
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the Emperor Qiong was kicked away and fell a long way.
The audience fell into dead silence again.
"Uh... this is fine too!"
"The curious and wonderful combination of swordsmanship, so strong tacit understanding, the two of them seem to be heart-to-heart!"
…
When the three figures landed on the high platform again, everyone knew what it meant.
I saw Chu Tingxuan, Elder Nan and Elder Feng Lan, all with a look of excitement, and even couldn't help but give him a hug!
"Okay! Great, haha... It's really time for me to exhale in the Palace of Incomplete Blades. The sixteen newcomers contest in half a year is worth seeing!"
Elder Nan laughed, held You Junying's hand excitedly, looked at Hong Luo kindly, and asked softly, "What are your names?"
"You Junying."
"Hong Luo."
The two answered calmly.
"Okay! Thirty seats, no vacancies, this time the selection of the sect ended perfectly!"
At this moment, You Junying suddenly asked: "Senior, the trials, shouldn't it last for seven days? Now, it's only the fourth day."
"Haha... There are exceptions to everything! We have stipulated that there are thirty people, that is thirty people! One more, no more!"
You Junying frowned, looking regretful.
But Nan Lao, because they were happy, didn't even notice his look.
Just listen to the next, Chu Tingxuan earnestly announced: "All the shortlisted people, there will be a feast waiting for you! Now that you are all here, don’t discuss each other, I would like to see it and let you a group What kind of sparks will the newcomers collide with when comparing them together."
Not far away, Huang Qiong got up from the ground with a wry smile, shrugged, shook his body, and shook the dust off.
He returned to the peak, his aura skyrocketed dozens of times, the spiritual seal realm was complete, and he was still sharp and energetic.
He was just assessing newcomers. Of course, he didn't use his real strength. If he lost, no one would question anything.
After all, the position of the saint son of Wuwei Daodian is placed here, which in itself is a proof that he is still the leader of the Emperor Qi!
And these people, want to surpass him, I am afraid it will take some years.
The Great Zhou Tian Pagoda, shining with brilliance again, was shocked above the dense forest, and then Luo Xingchen's body descended to the ground.
After closing the tower calmly, Luo Xingchen smiled slightly. In six days, he realized that the first two levels were the sacred formula, which was enough for him.
Luo Xingchen leaped in the sky, took an abyss-level phantom step, left the dense forest, and hurriedly rushed to the Temple of Wuwei.
He thought to himself, time is still too late!
In a blink of an eye, Luo Xingchen arrived at the gate of Wuque Dao Temple. Li Xuan and the others were playing, still carefree, a group of little people, they were still very far away from touching martial arts.
"Wow, brother! You are back!"
Qinger ran up with small steps and threw herself into Luo Xingchen's arms. Luo Xingchen smiled and stroked her forehead, and Luo Tian, Shen Lei and others leaned forward.
"Everyone, what's the situation?"
Luo Tian said solemnly: "The trials are over. Thirty seats are just full. You have no chance."
"Oh." Luo Xingchen was slightly surprised, and then smiled: "Then what's going on inside now? Is there a celebration party?"
Luo Tian looked at him: "Almost, in three days, we will discuss each other in three rounds. Now, it is the last day."
Luo Xingchen suddenly swaggered and walked in with a smile: "Okay, I'll go and have a look, I won't accept it until the end!"
Looking at Luo Xingchen's self-confident and free back, Luo Tian murmured with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Could Chen'er, really a genius of swordsmanship?"
Suddenly, Luo Tian, Shen Lei, and Ling Feng Lingying stepped in one after another, and even Qi Lin and Qilang, who had not been interested in this matter, stepped in together.
They entered the vast courtyard, where tables were arranged in an orderly manner, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, there were wine and delicacies, and the flesh and blood of the fifth-level spirit beasts, tender and delicious, and dazzling.
At this moment, I saw Chu Tingxuan loudly announcing the comparison results over the past three days.
Thirty people each played a circle, which is equivalent to each person has experienced 29 battles.
"Haha... It's really gratifying, this time the newcomer competition, the number one ranked first, is Qi Han, who won all 29 games without defeat.
The second place is Su Ming with 28 wins and one defeat, and third place is You Junying with 27 wins and two defeats..."
"Wuqiandao Palace, do you need people? Junior Luo Xingchen is late, and I want to join in the fun!"
A clear word caused everyone to turn their heads in surprise and look at this handsome young man.
"Luo Xingchen?"
Huang Qiong frowned, waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Since you know that you are late, let's go by yourself, come again next time, you are still young!"
"Haha..." Luo Xingchen smiled, calmly asked, "There are exceptions to everything!"
"exception?"
Huang Qiong drank a cup of tea, glanced at Luo Xingchen, and smiled coldly: "Boy, in your mid-spiritual realm, which realm is not better than you, everyone present! You are young, even if you started to understand the sword from your mother's womb, it should be. Less than twenty years!
Do you think you can come to this kind of place if you have some talent? "
Luo Xingchen hugged his arms and deliberately made a proud look, smiling without saying a word.
Seeing him, Huang Qiong was still indifferent, and then asked, "How many years have you been repairing the sword?"
Luo Xingchen scratched his head and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. He didn't hesitate to say, "I think about it, it seems to be six days ago!"
After he finished saying this, the audience suddenly became silent, everyone was startled, and then there was a roar of laughter.
"Puff...hahaha...it's so funny! It's so funny to me!"
"Ahem... Phew... This kid is crazy!"
"Yes, I also think his brain is flooded, is he just here to tell us a joke?"
"Hehe... It turned out to be a jumping clown, I don't know how high the sky is!"
Everyone's looks are roughly the same, they are all playful and mocking, and they don't care.
After that, the people continued to drink tea and chat, talk about the world, and directly ignored Luo Xingchen.
Only Luo Tian, Shen Lei, Ling Feng, and Qi Lin remained calm.
They all understand Luo Xingchen's temperament and know that he can't make jokes.
Luo Xingchen lowered his arms and became very serious, his sharp-edged gaze pierced everyone.
"Everyone, if I can defeat all the newcomers, do I have the qualifications to enter the Palace of Infinite Blades?"
"Hiss..."
Everyone stared at Luo Xingchen blankly, again silently.
After half a day, their expressions have been stiff, and the atmosphere has become a little weird.
"Heh... heh heh..." Someone wanted to laugh, but suddenly realized that they couldn't laugh.
This is not funny at all.
Emperor Qiong digs out his ears with his fingers, the corners of his mouth are raised, and Erlang's legs are cocked playfully, leisurely and contentedly: "Boy, if you can defeat the newcomers present one by one, let alone enter the Palace of Infinite Blades, the position of my saint, let Why not give it to you?"
"Oh? Really?" Luo Xingchen squinted and asked with a smile.
"My words, there is no doubt!" Huang Qiong was calm and confident, full of confidence.
"Okay, I agree!"