The morning light is faint and the sky is getting brighter.
The arena became lively.
Lu Ningxiang had excellent swordsmanship. She won twenty-seven games in a row within ten days, and was finally defeated by a swordsman from Nanchun Hezhou.
Fan Yuming was the next person to fight. Although he persisted for six days, he was not so popular.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to the Zhongzhou sword cultivator. On the ring, a Zhijing sword cultivator appeared!
“It’s so rare to have a knowledgeable monk under a hundred years old. Zhongzhou won’t be the leader again this time, right?”
"In the last Five States Conference, the Zhongzhou Arena had a total of eighty-nine days. Now that the Five States Conference has not even passed half of the time, Zhongzhou has sent out monks who know the realm. I am afraid that they want everyone to retreat in the face of difficulties."
"Unless a cultivator from the Realm of Knowledge comes on stage to challenge, there is no hope of winning."
"It seems that no one will come to the arena in Zhongzhou these days."
"Isn't it said that Hezhou's young master Fu Ying has a half-step knowledge level? Is it possible for him to go to the ring to ask for swordsmanship?"
"Maybe not." The man shook his head and analyzed, "Although Hezhou has not sent Young Master Fu Ying to the ring yet, we can't say for sure that he will be the person guarding the ring? Young Master Fu Ying's swordsmanship is not as good as pure Poor swordsmanship."
As soon as he finished speaking, a stunned young man flew onto the ring.
"Mu Lianqian, a casual cultivator, please give me some advice, senior!"
This man has a young appearance and a middle-aged appearance, but he is actually sixty years old. He is a ninth-level monk. I would like to know what is the difference between the ninth-level realm and the knowledge realm.
Ning Fusang turned his eyes and looked at the arena in Zhongzhou.
After the two of them greeted each other, the monk named Mu Lianchen took the lead to seize the opportunity.
Vast spiritual power surged out, and the space was squeezed to the point of being almost deformed! The towering golden-armored god stood up from the ground, holding an ax and ax, and slashed at the Zhongzhou swordsman.
As soon as Mu Liangqian came up, he used his biggest killing move, causing people to scream in surprise.
But the Zhongzhou swordsman just smiled and ordered: "Go."
The flying sword turned from one to nine and slashed at the golden-armored giant fabricated by the secret method.
Click.
Countless golden armors shattered in an instant, and golden light danced all over the sky. Mu Liangqian's breathing was rapid. A flying sword was pointed at his throat, and he spoke with difficulty: "I lost."
As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword turned into nothingness and disappeared without a trace.
Li Jinzhen, who was watching the battle, his eyes moved slightly.
Is this the strength of Zhijing Sword Cultivator? If she uses the natal magical power of the Hexing Sword, will she be able to fight?
Ning Fusang stared at the swordsman's flying sword, his thoughts a little wandering. Some high-grade spiritual swords will give birth to natal magical powers. Will Su'a sword have natal magical powers?
She did not refine Su'a into her own flying sword, so there was always a layer of separation between her and the flying sword.
Ning Fusang already has three swords, Yuzang, Su'a, and Dragon Bone. The Yuzang Sword is the key to the Shark's secret, and the Su'a Sword is the mountain-holding sword of the Nanxing Sword Sect. Only the Dragon Bone Sword was the one she got by accident. , it seems more appropriate to refine it into a natal flying sword.
But the dragon bone sword also has a flaw. After the dragon soul completely disappears, it will not regenerate the sword spirit.
But it doesn't matter, as long as her sword control skills are sophisticated enough, she can achieve the state of human-sword integration.
Ning Fusang returned his thoughts and looked towards the Five Directions Arena.
The person competing in Yangchizhou was a ninth-level sword cultivator who had won thirteen games in a row and still had some strength to spare, but he was the last one to defend the ring.
It is true that Chizhou Kendo is in decline.
There are two people left in Dongyao Mingzhou, and Zhongzhou will have this Zhijing swordsman to support them, and they will last at least more than half a month. The ten sword cultivators in Hezhou all came from different sects, so it was difficult to find a way to crack the sword moves.
On the Nanxing Sword Sect side, the man guarding the ring is Chi Leng, the eldest disciple of Master Yuanling, who is also the senior brother of He Jiaxiu.
She stood in front of the railing, her eyes always on Yu Lingzhou's ring.
Chi Leng drew his sword as sharply as the wind, and the light of the flying sword flashed like a meteor, and the cold light reached directly between the opponent's eyebrows.
The opponent shows off his tricks as they see them, and you come and I fight for hundreds of rounds. The sunset gradually emerged from the horizon, and the result of this sword question was revealed.
Chi Leng lived up to expectations and won this round. During the evening break, there was a knock on Ning Fusang's door.
Silkworm Ling looked out the door curiously.
Who will come looking for Fusang at this time? Isn’t there a DND sign on the door?
Ning Fusang stood up and opened the door. Outside stood a girl in moon-white robes. She had round almond-shaped eyes and a moist face. She was an inner disciple of the Nanxing Sword Sect.
She doesn't remember having any interactions with him.
The girl organized some words: "Sister Ning, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Someone asked me to send you a letter."
The round-faced girl took out a gilded silver-red letter from her sleeve. She seemed a little afraid that Ning Fusang wouldn't accept it, so she quickly stuffed it into her hand and hurried downstairs.
Ning Fusang lowered her head and opened the envelope. There was only a short line of words on it, with a familiar name at the end - Qing Chen.
Xiu Qingchen, the daughter of the Miaoyin Sect, wants to see her.
Ning Fusang chuckled and burned the letter.
Can Ling asked her: "Who is Qing Chen? Fusang, are you going to the banquet?"
Snap.
The door was closed by her.
Ning Fusang set up a layer of realm outside this time, and his meaning was obvious. Naturally, he would not go.
She sat down cross-legged, fed Su'ajian and Jianxintu hundreds of spirit stones, then took off the Dragon Bone Sword and refined it quietly.
The stars are moving, and the jade toad is descending to the west. Day and night alternate, and several days pass without realizing it.
After Ning Fusang was halfway through refining the Dragon Bone Sword, when he went out, the Five States Conference was already in its second half.
Yang Haozhi was defeated by the monk Hezhou Zhijing, and his replacement in the ring was Li Jinzhen.
Qingzhi pushed the young man, looking even more excited than him: "Sir, it's Fairy Jinzhen from Lingzhou who is guarding the ring. Go quickly!"
She looked at the woman in the moon-white dress, her eyes filled with envy. Such a young ninth level sword cultivator is really amazing.
Combining beauty and strength, like the bright moon, it is high and untouchable.
If they, the Ganoderma clan, could be as powerful as this Fairy Jinzhen, they would not be slaughtered at will.
The young man went to hand over the spirit stone, walked up the stone stairs to the ring in an unpretentious manner, cupped his hands and said, "Chen Zhi, a casual cultivator, please give me some advice from Fairy Li."
In front of the corridor on the 17th floor of Feixue Building, the pretty girl in purple frowned with a puzzled look on her face, "Is Chen Zhi crazy? Is he going to challenge Li Jinzhen?"
"Don't he know that Li Jin is really in the ninth level?"
Ruan Qingqing was the only daughter of an elder of the Ziyang Sect, and she had some friendship with Chen Zhi. If not for this, Ziyang Pavilion would not have allowed him to owe such a large debt.
The little junior sister next to her speculated: "Maybe Chen Shaoxia just wants to fight against Fairy Jinzhen?" After all, except for the Five States Conference, there are not many opportunities on weekdays.
Although Ruan Qingqing felt that the junior sister's words were reasonable, she still curled her lips and looked down on Chen Zhi, "He is at the seventh level, and he will be beaten when he gets into the ring. Why bother? After the beating, I'm afraid he won't even be able to afford medicine for his wounds. "
"The Ziyang Sect has recruited him many times. If he knew the current affairs, why would he be in such a predicament? Although the Ziyang Sect is not a big sect, it will not lack the training resources of one of his disciples. Chen Zhi is just a piece of wood, leaving a smooth path. If you don’t leave, you have to be his casual cultivator.”
The junior sister was silent.
really.
Chen Shaoxia still owes the Ziyang Sect 170,000 spiritual stones and has not yet paid off.
If he joins the Ziyang Sect, the elder can easily wipe away these spiritual stones for him. With the resources of Ziyang Sect, it may not be impossible for Chen Shaoxia to break through to the eighth level.
(End of chapter)