This time, everyone seemed to have become calmer, and no one was in a hurry to be the first.
At this moment, a lazy figure walked out slowly. When they saw him, everyone just glanced at him lightly and did not feel too much pressure.
Zui Qianchou, except for Ye Futian and others, no one knows where he comes from. They only know his name. His cultivation level is acceptable. He is now a seventh-level prince and a swordsman.
But the previous battle was not particularly eye-catching and he narrowly defeated his opponent, so not many people cared about it.
Many people are thinking about Zui Qianchou, who will he choose as his opponent
"I challenge, Yan Jiu." Zui Qianchou's voice was lazy, with a calm smile on his face, but his deep eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.
Yan Jiu, the successor of Sword Saint Villa, after Yan Wuji, Yan Wuji was the second swordsman among the four great swordsmen in Huangzhou. Now, although his ranking on the Huangtian Ranking is not as high as that of Tingxue Tower, some people praise his swordsmanship. He is not inferior to Tingxue Swordsman, but Tingxue Swordsman's sword is a murderous sword. If he fights for his life, most people think that Tingxue Swordsman will win.
In today's battlefield, Yan Jiu and Xu Que should be the strongest in swordsmanship. Zui Qianchou's challenge to Yan Jiu surprised many people, but perhaps this is the pride of swordsmen, challenging the strongest swordsman. People, to prove their own sword, this drunkenness of thousands of sorrows is worthy of admiration.
Yan Jiu stepped out and glanced at Zui Qianchou with an indifferent expression. Zui Qianchou was not the opponent he wanted to challenge, but since Zui Qianchou walked out, he had no choice but to help him.
The flow of sword intent is still the same as before. Thousands of sword energy turned into a rain of swords in the sky, and came out towards Zui Qianchou's body. Zui Qianchou drew his sword and used his life soul as a sword. His life soul sword was as thin as a cicada. The wings are like transparent. When the sword is drawn, a sword curtain appears around the body. Wisps of sword energy flow from the body, cutting off the sword rain that is coming. Above the void, a heavy sword appears in the sword rain. From It fell from the sky, killing everything, as if it was trying to kill Zui Qianchou's body.
"Chichi..." A sharp sword whistling sound came out. Zui Qianchou's body moved, and he was freed from the suppression of the heavy sword. The sword as thin as cicada wings in his hand was extremely sharp, cutting through the sword rain, and carrying the sword with him. He moved, drew a strange arc, and was directly out of the attack range of the epee. He continued to move forward, heading towards Yan Jiu.
In the direction of the Holy Palace, the sword demon's eyes flashed, and the sword shadow seemed familiar.
Yan Jiu's expression remained motionless. The sharp swords behind him were ringing in the ears. Thousands of sword intentions gathered together and turned into nine swords. With his finger pointed at one, the nine swords shot through the air and killed Zui Qianchou. The nine swords They were not walking together, but at different speeds, as if they deliberately staggered the time angles, and actually blocked all routes Zui Qianchou could avoid.
The sword-sealing style among the Nine Swords of Heaven and Man.
The nine swords came to kill instantly. Zui Qianchou glanced at it, and then his body was like a flowing sword shadow. The sharp sword in his hand continued to cut the sword energy, but his movement did not stop at all. He turned into a ghostly figure, as if he was drunk. Like a man, folding forward, the sword lights seemed to jump and shuttle forward, connecting into a perfect arc, passing by the last sword of the nine swords.
"How could Zui Qianchou be so strong?" Qin Yin and other people from Jiuxian Mountain looked strange. Isn't Zui Qianchou a casual cultivator from Baidi City? At the beginning, Li Xun invited him several times but he refused. He only knew that this man was addicted to alcohol, but now, he was able to fight Yan Jiuyi.
Zui Qianchou's movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water. It seems easy, but in fact it is extremely thrilling. Yan Jiu's sword is so powerful that if he is not careful, he will be pierced through the heart by the sword.
Bolts of lightning flashed through the void, killing Zui Qianchou who was constantly approaching Yan Jiu. The light and shadow sword was like lightning, but at this moment, Zui Qianchou suddenly erupted with an extremely bright sword light, and his speed also became faster. Even faster, as if he was no longer a person, but like a sword drawing incredible curves in the void, like the flowing light of the sword.
One after another, the terrifying swords blasted into the void, making violent roaring sounds. The light and shadow swords and shadow swords pierced the void at the same time.
"Is this the Drunken Sword?" Someone from the Holy Dao Palace looked at the sword demon. Zui Qianchou also drank in the battlefield, and his body looked like he was drunk.
"This is not a drunken sword." The sword demon said with a solemn expression, "This is a ghost sword."
The eyes of the people around the sword demon flickered, and a wave of waves appeared in their eyes. Is it the ghost sword that has disappeared for a long time
In the battlefield, the phantom of Zui Qianchou actually appeared. The afterimages were like phantoms, passing from different directions, like ghostly figures descending next to Yan Jiu.
At this moment, Yan Jiu closed his eyes, and the sword of life soul bloomed. The heaven and earth resonated, and all the swords in the void trembled and clanked.
"The Heavenly Sword is infinite, thousands of swords come out, kill." After Yan Jiu finished speaking, his will and body seemed to be integrated with the endless sword intent in the vast world. On his body, there were streaks of incomparable brilliance, without any In the blind spot, all those who are close will be killed.
Everyone only saw the many phantoms of Zui Qianchou reunited, and an extremely dazzling sword light erupted there. Their bodies were separated at the touch of a sword. When the sword light turned dim, everyone saw on Yan Jiu's face, A bloodstain unexpectedly appeared. Someone saw Yan Jiu dodge in the sword light, otherwise the bloodstain would not be on his face, but on his throat.
As for Zui Qianchou, it was even worse. He was covered in blood, which was shocking, but he still had a calm and calm smile on his face, and he was still defeated.
Sometimes in practice, talent can determine the future. No matter how hard he works, he will still be shackled by talent, so he still lost to Yan Jiu.
"Who are you, Gui Jianchou?" Yan Jiu stared at Zui Qianchou and asked. Only then did many people realize that the two names seemed somewhat similar.
Back then, the Wuji Sword and the Ghost Sword among the four great swordsmen had a feud. Eventually the famous Ghost Sword was deposed. There were many rumors that he was dead, and there were also rumors that he lived an ordinary life incognito.
"What do you think?" Zui Qianchou said with a smile, then turned around and walked away.
"Are you willing to join my sect?" At this time, the sword demon said in the direction of the Holy Palace. Zui Qianchou raised his head and looked at the sword demon and said: "Since you have met a famous teacher, you cannot accept someone with the same name as your teacher. Senior Wang Forgive me."
"There is no need to be a disciple, just practice under my sect." The sword demon added. It was indeed a pity that the Ghost Sword was abolished among the four great sword cultivators back then.
Zui Qianchou glanced at Sword Demon, then knelt on his knees and said: "Master once said that I had a drink with Senior Sword Demon and discussed swordsmanship, and I admired him very much. If I could join the disciple of Senior to practice, Master would be happy. ."
"Get up." Sword Demon nodded: "I also want to see your master again if I have the chance."
"The master has passed away." Zui Qianchou bowed his head and stood up. The sword demon was stunned for a moment, then saluted into the distance and sighed: "Another sword is missing in Huangzhou."
Zui Qianchou withdrew from the battlefield. Everyone looked at his back and felt a little uneasy. The master was dead, but they did not want to be apprenticed to the Sword Demon. This man was indeed a man of character. Qin Yin and the others were even more surprised. Obviously, they did not expect Jiuxian Mountain. A casual cultivator in the area turned out to be a disciple of Ghost Sword. So, when Ghost Sword was abolished, he lived in seclusion in Baidi City in the Jiuxian Mountain area
Ye Futian stared at Zui Qianchou's back. He saw that Zui Qianchou's back was a little sad, and there was no joy at all. He chose to challenge Yan Jiu on this battlefield, presumably because he wanted to regain what he had lost for his master. The glory made the world remember his master, but he was defeated, so Zui Qianchou was not happy.
Yan Jiu's heart was also filled with turmoil. Zui Qianchou was defeated and was accepted by the Sword Demon. However, everyone knew about the grudges between the Sword Saint Villa and the Ghost Sword, and the Sword Demon naturally knew it too. So, would the Sword Demon still be willing to let him go? Did he start practicing swordsmanship
When he came to the Holy Road, in addition to seeing the geniuses of Huangzhou, he also had another purpose, which was to join the Sword Demon's sect, practice the Sword Demon's swordsmanship, and learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools to become stronger.
He came from Sword Saint Villa, but he has not yet learned from Sword Demon. If he can learn from Sword Demon, it will be equivalent to acquiring the inheritance of the two top sword cultivators in Huangzhou.
But now, he is not sure what the sword demon thinks, but he doesn't care too much. His sword will prove everything, even if the sword demon doesn't accept him as a disciple, it doesn't matter.
"The next battle." After Yan Jiu returned to his position, the old man on the ladder continued.
The first battle of the second round left a deep impression on people. The strong showdown between Yan Jiu and Zui Qianchou seemed to herald the beginning of a battle between the strong.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Bingyi glanced at Chu Chang. Chu Chang hesitated slightly, and then saw Bingyi walking out on her own.
This earthly saint has an outstanding appearance, and she exudes a cold, arrogant and noble beauty. Seeing her appearance, many people lamented that anyone who walks out now may be a talented person from the top forces in the deserted state.
But, who will this earthly saint choose as her opponent
Bingyi came to the center of the battlefield, her beautiful eyes fell on Ye Futian, and said: "You have come to this point, you should be out."
Many people's eyes fell on Ye Futian, were they choosing him again
Ye Futian stepped out, looked at this earthly saint, and said lightly: "You seem to be very prejudiced against me?"
Bingyi's eyes were calm. If she said she was biased, it might be because Ye Futian looked at her with unscrupulous eyes in the Holy Road. Moreover, he opened three major ruins in a row. His cultivation was obviously not strong, but he did what many people wanted to do but didn't. to things.
Now on the battlefield, I have come all the way here, and I don’t know whether it was by chance or luck.
"I have no prejudice against you, it's just that you no longer belong here in this battlefield." Bingyi's expression was as calm as water. If you don't belong on the battlefield, you should naturally be eliminated.
She wanted to see a stronger battlefield and compete with her on the same stage.
Ye Futian looked at Bingyi, wondering whether he belonged to this battlefield. When would it be Bingyi's turn to make this conclusion
Perhaps, it's just her self-righteous belief that what she thinks is right, and she doesn't care what other people think.
"Ugly people often cause mischief." Ye Futian smiled. Bingyi went to Yanyu City to snatch the Holy Order's account before, so he should also settle it!
(End of chapter)