The second round of screening came to an end on the fourth night after Venerable Fu Hai announced the news of the competition, and there were only three days left before the competition officially started.
The new round of selection duel is still through the allocation of black stone. Wang Dong, together with other promoted Haisong disciples, are looking for their next duel target on the black stone tablet. Wang Dong's opponent this time is very destined to him. It was the seventh-level sword-wielding martial artist I met when I was signing up for carving on the black stone tablet.
"Seventh level warrior... just what I want!" Seeing his matched opponent, Wang Dong's lips curved slightly. With experience against sixth level warriors, he was full of expectations for the showdown with seventh level warriors.
As soon as the new matching results appeared, Wang Dong felt his opponent running towards him. Wang Dong turned around and looked in the direction the opponent was running from: "Well done!"
"Junior Brother Wang, we meet again!" The seventh-level martial arts disciple looked at Wang Dong from a distance and said, the exquisite scimitar hanging on his waist was very eye-catching.
"I'm offended!" Wang Dong put on a fighting stance. He noticed that the seventh-level martial arts disciple looked at him with a bit of hatred. Wang Dong instantly understood that this person was still holding a grudge because of the matter of engraving his name that day. Hold yourself.
"Don't worry, Junior Brother Wang..." The seventh-level martial arts disciple waved his hand, asking Wang Dong to put away his skills, and then said: "That day, I, Dao, was deeply shocked by Junior Brother Wang's three-pointer into the stone with his hand, and Now I can finally experience Junior Brother Wang's sword skills in person, so I want our duel to be more formal, so that I can show my respect for you, Junior Brother."
"Oh?" Wang Dong frowned, waiting for the other party's next words.
"Junior Brother Wang, what do you think of this? Tomorrow at noon, you and I will have a fair and open competition on the martial arts field..." The martial arts disciple named Dao said. After that, he raised his voice again and said loudly in the martial arts field: " We also invite other brothers and sisters to come and bear witness for us!"
"No problem, I love watching people compete!"
"It's just what I wanted. When Junior Brother Wang trampled on Junior Brother Sixth, I didn't have a chance to see the majestic appearance, but now I can see it!"
As soon as the martial arts disciple with the surname Dao finished speaking, the echoes of others suddenly came from the martial arts field.
"Junior brothers are so complimentary, what do you think, Junior Brother Wang?" Hearing everyone's agreement, the martial arts disciple with the surname Dao curled his lips and looked at Wang Dong with a provocative look on his face and said.
The corner of Wang Dong's mouth twitched, and he knew without even thinking that Brother Dao was bitter about the fact that he had lost face. He was trying to find a place for himself through a public fight. The question was, was the other party so confident in defeating him
Thinking of this, Wang Dong did not give up, cupped his fists and punched the opponent: "In that case, then just follow senior brother's arrangements!"
"Tomorrow at noon, Dao will be here waiting for Junior Brother!" The martial arts disciple named Dao looked determined to win and said loudly to Wang Dong.
Wang Dong ignored the opponent's words. Since he didn't want to fight now, Wang Dong didn't want to waste time here. He raised his hand and waved at the opponent. Wang Dong turned around and left the martial arts field.
Returning to the practice room, Wang Dong immediately started the Jade Pan Pudu. While enjoying the pleasure of the heavenly spirit being nourished, he carefully recalled and thought about what happened in the past few days in his mind.
After the second round of selection, the number of people qualified to participate in the competition has been less than a hundred. These people are all the best in Guihai Sect. The next round is to select the best of the best.
In this way, although he didn't know the true form of the competition, Wang Dong could feel that the danger level of the competition was definitely not trivial.
"Why, do you feel stressed?" Daohun asked at the right time.
"Isn't it good to have pressure?" Wang Dong was still running Jade Pan Pudu and responded: "Only when you have pressure can you have motivation."
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At noon the next day, the martial arts field.
"Junior brother Wang, you are here. I thought you were retreating before the battle..." The martial arts disciple named Dao looked at Wang Dong who entered the martial arts field and said teasingly.
Wang Dong did not respond, but raised his eyes and looked around the martial arts field - there were quite a few Guihai Sect disciples who came to watch the battle. The martial arts field was crowded with people. In the middle of the martial arts field, there was an open space left by everyone. It seemed that two people The duel of men is to be held here.
Before the fight started, Wang Dong heard many Guihai Sect disciples cheering for the martial arts disciple named Dao. This made Wang Dong feel a little emotional. The energy of this martial arts disciple surnamed Dao was not small. This huge support formation This was the first time he had seen a battle.
When he was still five feet away from the warrior named Dao, Wang Dong stopped.
"Hey, Junior Brother Wang, you didn't bring a sword?" Seeing Wang Dong walking forward empty-handed, a martial arts disciple with the surname Dao showed a look of regret on his face: "We are making a fight here. I, Dao, intentionally want to challenge Junior Brother Wang in my sword skills. Just asking for advice... Ugh!"
Before the martial arts disciple named Dao could finish his words, Wang Dong took out the broken sword from his arms and said, "Senior Brother Dao, as you wish, I will take the sword with me."
"That's great!" The martial arts disciple with the surname of Dao twitched the corner of his mouth, and then he said mockingly: "Junior Brother Wang, you are really interesting. You actually keep such a broken knife in your chest, and you are not afraid of soiling your clothes. !”
"Senior Brother Dao, if you want to fight, fight!" Wang Dong ignored the other party's words and raised his hand to wave the broken sword. It was moderately heavy and had an excellent feel.
"There is an unwritten etiquette for swordsman duels..." The swordsman surnamed Swordsman slowly pulled out his scimitar from the exquisite scabbard inlaid with gems, and said: "This sword is called Baixue, and it is made of deep sea ice. Iron is forged in seventy-seven forty-nine days. It is extremely powerful and cuts iron like clay... Please tell me the name of your sword, junior brother!"
"So much nonsense!" Wang Dong whispered with the corner of his mouth twitching, but he did not refuse the other party's request, but held the broken knife in front of him: "This knife is called black ice. As for its power, I believe that Brother Dao will soon You will see it.”
Bai Xue, Black Ice... Everyone present burst into laughter. It was not difficult to tell that Wang Dong was deliberately teasing each other.
"You kid, you can talk nonsense!" The name of his place of residence was changed, which made Daohun very dissatisfied.
"The north wind is blowing the snow!" After hearing that Wang Dong was using his own knife to boil boiled water, the sword warrior's face turned cold, and without any explanation he attacked Wang Dong with his knife.
Wang Dong noticed that the opponent's knife was a side-cutting knife. The force of the knife was tricky, giving Wang Dong a feminine feeling. Wang Dong decided to follow Xiao Wu's example and meet the enemy on the spot. He raised the remaining knife and prepared Test the strength of the opponent's blow.
when!
The two swords collided and made a crisp sound. Wang Dong frowned. The opponent's sword was not very powerful, so he took it almost effortlessly, which surprised him.
"That's it now!" The martial artist with the surname of Dao missed his blow and smiled without worry. He saw that the knife in his hand turned into afterimages. In an instant, dozens of knives were used by him.
The onlookers of the Guihai Sect disciples were immediately shocked by the blow from the sword warrior. Regardless of its power, the light of the sword alone was intimidating. But Wang Dong's next reaction made everyone burst into even louder exclamations.
Dang Dang Dang Dang!
After a crisp explosion, the remaining swords in Wangshou's hands circulated, and he actually took down all the swordsmanship of the swordsman. And from the beginning to the end, Wang Dong stood still and did not move even a step.
"You... you actually broke my North Wind Yangxue!" The sword surnamed warrior stopped his attack and looked at Wang Dong who was calm and calm.
"Show your true skills!" Wang Dong said with some disappointment. Although the opponent's sword skills are fast, they have no strength at all. Moreover, the opponent's blades are directed towards Wang Dong's vital points in an insidious and cunning manner. This feminine sword skill is completely different from Wang Dong's violent and brutal way of using the sword. , rather like a sword skill that only women can use.
"Snow burial storm!" Hearing Wang Dong's lukewarm words, the sword warrior showed an angry look in his eyes. He shouted loudly, and the figure holding the sword turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Wang Dong.
"One, two, three... one hundred and eight!"
While Wang Dong was receiving each of the opponent's swords, he silently counted the number of the opponent's swords in his heart, one hundred and eight swords, one hundred and eight useless swords!
"Is this also a sword skill? It's too weak! Every sword has no power, every sword is useless!" Wang Dong couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Even the name of the sword skill is named after Zou Zou, but it doesn't have power at first glance! "
"Boy, this is one-sided. The strength of this sword warrior is indeed not weak!" Daohun responded: "You don't even look at what sword skills you have learned and what sword skills he has learned. This There is no comparison at all. Your starting point is much higher than him, so you suppress him in sword skills! You can only blame him for being unlucky!"
Wang Dong nodded, what the sword soul said was right. In summary, the Sword Saint has already refined his sword skills to be streamlined and powerful, eliminating all red tape and useless movements, and focusing on killing the enemy as the only point. , giving people a simple and rough feeling.
For example, just now the sword warrior's "Snow Burial Storm" was struck. When Wang Dong took it, he had already noticed that among the one hundred and eight swords, there were only the thirty-sixth sword, the seventy-second sword, and the third sword. The three knives, one hundred and eight, are the main knives and play the main damage role. The remaining one hundred and five knives are all auxiliary knives.
In the Wanfa Guizong Sword Technique, this cumbersome sword technique has long been refined into the astonishingly powerful sword technique of 'Three consecutive swords'. The auxiliary sword only requires two swords. This is a world of difference in sword techniques. !
The sword warrior no longer attacked, but looked at Wang Dong with a puzzled look on his face. He was breathing heavily on the spot. He looked at the delicate scimitar in his hand in confusion, and did not understand the sword that he was usually proud of. Ji lost his power in front of Wang Dong, and he couldn't even make Wang Dong move on the spot.
The surrounding Guihai Sect disciples who supported him looked at Wang Dong as if they were monsters. The sword skills that no one would dare to use on ordinary days could not shake Wang Dong at all. This made them refuse to believe their eyes.
"Brother Dao, let me tell you, this is not how the sword is used!" Knowing the opponent's sword skills, Wang Dong lost the patience to continue the duel. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the sword skills of the martial arts disciple named Dao are terrifying. Extremely, but in Wang Dong's eyes, his sword skills were as childish as a babbling baby.
He did not use the triple sword or the triple sword. Wang Dong raised the remaining sword and stepped forward like a leisurely stroll. With simple and rough movements, he slashed widely. After a few swords, the martial artist with the surname of Dao He couldn't bear the heavy pressure and became more and more embarrassed to cope with it.
"Can you still use the sword like this?!" After parrying Wang Dong's swords several times in succession, the swordsman surnamed Dao seemed to have a hint of enlightenment from Wang Dong's actions. He immediately put away the sword, cupped his fists and said: "Junior brother Wang, please teach me. It’s over! I’m convinced that I lost!”
After taking a look at the black stone tablet and confirming that he had advanced, Wang Dong nodded to the warrior named Dao, turned around and left the martial arts field.
Everyone exclaimed, and Wang Dong casually slashed a few times, but the martial arts disciple with the surname Dao actually admitted defeat. Why on earth was this
"Brother Dao, what kind of sword skill did he use? How come you were defeated in just a few strikes?" Seeing Wang Dong leave, the Guihai Sect disciples who supported the martial arts disciple named Dao asked in confusion.
"Sword skills?" The sword warrior surnamed him with a somewhat self-deprecating laugh: "He has no use for any sword skills, he just... cuts!"
"What?!"
The words of the warrior named Dao made everyone present stunned.
(End of chapter)