Ning Fusang was noncommittal and left the restaurant after saying goodbye to Chu Ze.
Chu Ze looked at a table of spiritual fruit cakes and packed them skillfully by himself without calling anyone.
The five-state conference enters its mid-term stage.
Just over a month has passed, and there are only three defenders left in Xiyang Chizhou. They may be facing the fastest elimination record in all five-state conferences.
In the new round of arena competition, the person guarding the arena was a sword cultivator at the peak of the eighth level, named Tao Jiang. He was from a small sword sect and had good swordsmanship. Several people who came up to challenge him were defeated.
For a moment, no one came to the ring to challenge.
Above the Feixue Tower.
Shen Yuanxi was moved and was about to go up to the stage to question the sword, but Yang Ruo also took a step.
Seeing this, Shen Yuanxi gave in to him: "Since Junior Brother Yang Ruo is interested, I won't argue with Junior Brother for now."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Shen, for helping me!"
Yang Ruo said happily, tiptoeing, flying down from the tall building, her moon-white robe fluttering like a dance, and landing on the ring with a fairy spirit.
"Nanxing Sword Sect, Yang Ruo, asked fellow Tao Jiang about swords."
Tao Jiang saw that he looked like he was only in his twenties at most, and he was even a little childish, but he didn't dare to look down on him.
The Nanxing Sword Sect is really full of talents.
With such a state, one can be a defender in their Yangchi state, right?
Tao Jiang made a gentle sword salute, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were more serious and solemn. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, the sharp blade shining on his stern face, and held out a sword with slightly wrong steps.
Yang Ruo has been training hard for more than seven months in Jianshi Forest. His actual combat experience has increased exponentially. He has also observed so many arena battles, and his combat skills have already been qualitatively improved.
He raised his sword, and the spirit sword made a clear and exciting sound. Tao Jiang didn't expect that Yang Ruo would take his sword, narrowed his eyes, and swiftly drew back the sword.
The sword flower dangled in front of his eyes, and Yang Ruo took a few steps back. The arena is blessed by a magic circle. It looks like the arena is only ten feet wide, but in fact the space is more than a hundred feet wide. There is no need to worry about the venue being too narrow and not being able to use one's hands and feet.
Tao Jiang pressed forward step by step, swung his long sword, and countless sword blades rushed out. The aftermath of aura and magic power was like the sudden sound of spring thunder, which was extremely shocking.
"Senior Brother Yang Ruo is going to be defeated?"
"The gap between the peak of the seventh level and the peak of the eighth level is still too big."
"It is true that no one who can be a defender is easy. Tao Jiang's swordsmanship is so unpredictable and unpredictable that it is hard to guard against him. Senior Brother Yang Ruo is bleeding all over his body..."
He Jiaxiu turned around and asked senior brother Chi Leng: "According to what senior brother sees, how many moves can senior brother Yangruo hold on to?"
Although Chi Leng has a cold temperament, he is gentle and patient with this little junior sister. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Within ten moves, Yang Ruo will definitely be defeated."
Shen Yuanxi interjected from the side: "You can't lose so quickly, right? It's only been five moves..."
Fan Yuming, who returned to the same sect, put his hands on his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Chi and I have similar views. Fellow Daoist Ning, what do you think?"
The corners of Ning Fusang's lips curled up slightly, and his tone was casual: "I bet that Senior Brother Yangruo can take three more moves."
Everyone's eyes fell on the ring again, and they saw Tao Jiang striking out with a sword, his momentum like a rainbow, ripples swaying in circles.
Yang Ruo clenched his teeth, blood dripping down his arms and falling to the ground. His aura suddenly increased by a level, and the swords around him were as sharp as knives, and they shot out.
Boom boom boom!
Thousands of sword shadows, overwhelming the sky and the earth, forming a cloud of swords.
"The sixteenth move."
"As expected, Junior Sister Ning has a unique vision."
At the eighteenth move, Yang Ruo's figure fell to the ring like a kite with its string broken. Shen Yuanxi jumped downstairs, went to help him, and fed him two pills.
"Junior brother Yang Ruo, please go back and recuperate from your injuries. I'll go and learn from Tao Jiang." Yang Ruo persisted in eighteen moves, and he had to insist on at least twenty-eight moves.
With these thoughts in mind, Shen Yuanxi stepped onto the ring and announced his family name: "Nanxing Sword Sect Shen Yuanxi, please give me some advice."
Tao Jiang raised his eyelids, and unexpectedly another person from the Nanxing Sword Sect came.
He looked at the young man, his eyes twitching slightly. The eighth level.
Still so young in the eighth level.
It is really a waste for such a talented person to be assigned to be the one to fight in the ring instead of guarding the ring.
He took a look at the arena in Beiyu Lingzhou. The person guarding the arena was a sword cultivator named Liang Heng. He had fought seventeen times in a row. Tao Jiang suddenly understood why the young man at the eighth level in front of him did not guard the arena. It's a challenge, but after all, it's still a little bit worse.
Tao Jiang had to say his name every time, but after too many times, he felt it was cumbersome. Later, he simply said nothing, just greeted the greetings, and drew his sword after saying hello.
Yang Ruo limped up to the top floor, and everyone made room for him. Xiang Xiaozhi squatted on the edge of the table, crushed the elixir and handed it over, "Apply externally to stop bleeding and remove scars. Senior Brother Yangruo, please apply some yourself."
"Oh, okay." Yang Ruo nodded, "Thank you, Junior Sister Xiang, I'll take note of it."
Xiang Xiaozhi had a round face and a bright and cheerful smile.
Yang Ruo twisted some pill powder with his fingers and applied it on the wound scratched by Tao Jiang's sword. A cool feeling penetrated into his skin and reached the sky.
After getting used to it, the tingling sensation on the skin was smoothed away. If you didn't touch the wound, you wouldn't feel anything at all.
Yang Ruo secretly said in his heart: "The elixir developed by Elder Hu is quite useful. Go to Yuzhi Peak and ask him for a few pills."
Half of the disciples of Nanxing Sword Sect were watching Liang Heng's battle, and the other half were watching Shen Yuanxi's Wenjian.
Everyone's eyes were tired from seeing so many fights between sword cultivators. Therefore, more people's attention was still on Liang Heng.
People who ask swordsmanship come from all over the world, and there are all kinds of magic spells emerging one after another, which makes people's eyes brighter.
The woman who challenged Liang Heng was a formation master and a talisman master.
The blue light formation under the woman's feet shone brightly. She was dressed in yellow, with flying skirts, and was surrounded by countless spinning talismans.
"Is this woman a member of the Five Elements Talisman Sect? I saw that the talisman around her has all five elements, and is both offensive and defensive. It looks quite difficult to deal with."
"From what I see, he looks more like someone from the Formation Fu Sect."
"The cultivators of the Formation Fu Sect have always been fellow cultivators of the Formation Talisman. Using their bodies as formations and their talismans as blades, their attacks are airtight and continuous."
"Stop arguing. When she came on stage, she announced her name. She is indeed a monk from the Formation Fu Sect in Nanchun Hezhou."
The woman in yellow pointed her finger, and a water arrow talisman floated out, and suddenly the sky was filled with arrows.
Liang Heng slashed out with his sword, and water arrows fell all over the ground. The woman in yellow held two talismans in front of her, making seals with her fingers. The water on the ground turned into transparent water dragons, and rushed toward Liang Heng. !
There seemed to be a dragon's roar that resounded through the sky. Liang Heng held up a sword flower, stabbed it straight at Shuilong's throat, and pulled it downwards.
Wow!
The water dragon suddenly collapsed. Liang Heng swiped the tip of his sword, pulling the water droplets and turning them into water swords, shooting at the woman in yellow.
"Earth Cover Talisman!"
The woman gave a clear drink, and a crisis was resolved under the sky full of loess.
"Tangled!"
A touch of green in the loess sprouted instantly and grew into flying vines, moving towards Liang Heng like an arm.
(End of chapter)