In the arena.
Li Jinzhen looked at the young man and hesitated.
She held the Hexing Sword and raised the sword to block. The two swords intersected. Chen Zhi quickly distanced himself and held out several swords.
Li Jinzhen's eyes were a little more serious. The young man has rich practical experience, and every sword is elusive and sharp.
Chen Zhi's swordsmanship was honed in the dragon's pond and tiger's den and in life and death crises. Few ordinary monks in the same realm could compare with him.
Layers of sword gangs were superimposed, sealing the space around Li Jinzhen. Countless sword gangs were as solid as knives. If touched with the physical body, the flesh and blood would be blurred.
But Li Jinzhen had been training her body and learning the sword since she was a child, so this little bit of damage could not do anything to her.
She broke the sword and held up a sword flower. The cold light of the Hexing Sword reflected in Chen Zhi's eyes.
The strong sense of crisis caused Chen Zhi's muscles to twitch his sword in response. There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the long sword's blade trembled like water waves.
Chen Zhikankan steadied his body at the edge of the ring, pointed his toes on the ground, and flew forward to strike with a sword. The light from the sword swooped out like a white dragon.
Li Jinzhen raised his eyes slightly, and his figure disappeared instantly. Chen Zhi's heart was beating wildly, and he connected with the sword and was pushed back to the ground by the strong force.
He spit out the blood, quickly stood up with his sword in hand, and resisted Li Jinzhen's next sword blow. A wave of air suddenly erupted, with Chen Zhi as the center, and spread out in all directions.
Qingzhi squeezed her palms worriedly, and saw the smoke dispersed. The young man caught the move and grinned.
A look of appreciation flashed in Li Jinzhen's eyes, but he drew his sword without hesitation, and the sword energy hit the young man with the power of Lingqiu.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and the entire space was shaken.
The air waves were getting higher and higher, like the surging sea water. Under the cover, Chen Zhi's figure was like a lonely boat on the sea, which could be destroyed at any time.
He pressed one knee against the ground, and the long sword was pressed lower and lower. The tip of the sword hit the ground, and all the strength in his body relaxed, and sweat poured down from his body.
The outcome has been decided.
Qingzhi was waiting at the edge of the ring. When the young man came down, she quickly supported him and said, "Master, are you okay?"
Chen Zhi shook his head, turned back to the ring, looked back, and said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter. This battle was very enjoyable."
"However, Fairy Li is already one of the top masters among the disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect of this generation, but she is not the last person to defend the ring. I think the next person to defend the ring will have something else to excel."
Chen Zhi said with a smile, took Qingzhi's handkerchief and wiped the sweat himself.
When my spiritual power is exhausted, I feel empty, but also comfortable.
Qingzhi was not interested in the people guarding the ring. She asked Chen Zhi: "Master, do you want to go back to the inn to rest first?"
Chen Zhi really just wanted to lie down now. He felt that his arms were sore and swollen, and they were almost no longer his own, so he said, "Okay, let's go, let's go back to the inn."
A monk passed by the two of them and went to hand over the spirit stone and ask the sword Li Jinzhen.
Surprisingly, there are many people who challenge Li Jinzhen, and their realms are uneven, ranging from several realms.
The disciple of Nanxing Sword Sect hummed: "A group of common people clearly just want to be on the same stage with Senior Sister Jinzhen, they are superficial!"
"That's right, Senior Sister Chikama should knock people down with one sword and let them wake up."
One person had a different opinion: "It's okay for them to enter the ring one after another, so that they can increase the number of consecutive wins for Senior Sister."
"Senior Sister Chikama doesn't need them to increase the number of games!"
"That fifth-level realm just now was really courageous. He couldn't even defeat everyone present, but he actually challenged Senior Sister Chima!"
"The rules of the Five States Conference are that you can enter the ring if you meet the age limit, and there are no restrictions on realms. If people meet the rules, why are you worrying so much."
The noise of the crowd was loud and low.
Ning Fusang leaned back on the wicker chair, covered his face with the book that Yang Ruo had written, closed his eyes and rested. Based on the sound of the sword and the movement on the field, she had the changes in the combatant's position and the trajectory of the sword in her mind. Listening to sounds and identifying their positions is also a compulsory course for monks.
There was the sound of footsteps behind her. She moved slowly and stopped on her right side. She called out softly: "Senior Sister Ning——"
Ning Fusang didn't open her eyes and said lazily "Hmm".
The girl breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Sister, have you read the letter?"
"Fairy Qingchen from the Miaoyin Sect would like to make an appointment with Senior Sister at Lingshan Restaurant."
She received Fairy Qingchen's spirit stone, so naturally she wanted to bring the message to her.
Ning Fusang sat up and dropped her notebook on her knees. She looked back at the girl: "Qing Chen and I don't know each other, why are we going to the banquet?"
The girl thought what she said made sense, but Fairy Qingchen gave her too much. She said cautiously: "Maybe Fairy Qingchen has a destiny to meet senior sister?"
"Ha." Ning Fusang snorted and leaned back on the wicker chair again, "Just pass the original words back. I don't have the time to see Qing Chen."
She flipped through Yang Ruo's story book casually, scanning the lines and twitching the corners of her mouth. What are all these things made up?
The demon doesn’t feed on humans, so it’s just a shallow and timid creature. Why are there stories about humans and demons falling in love?
Ning Fusang glanced at it twice and stopped reading.
Yang Ruo came over with the Panling Fruit, and stretched his hands unceremoniously into the plate.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yang Ruo."
"This fruit is so sweet."
"Although the spiritual energy is a little lacking, it's still okay."
Yang Ruo gave one of the last three fruits to the girl in a white dress next to him. The girl said warmly, "Thank you, Senior Brother Yang Ruo."
"You're welcome." Yang Ruo handed Ning Fusang a spiritual fruit and looked back at the girl, "You have something to do with Junior Sister Ning?"
The round-faced girl held the spirit fruit and shook her head.
She has been rejected, so there is nothing else to do. I wonder if Fairy Qingchen will take back the spirit stone given to her.
The girl glanced at Ning Fusang reluctantly, sighed and left.
Yang Ruo looked confused: "Why did she leave as soon as I came?"
But he didn't think much about it. He put the plate of fruit into his storage bag, bit into the fruit and watched Li Jinzhen's ring battle.
"Senior Sister Chikama's swordsmanship is exquisite again."
Yang Ruo sighed, her clear eyes full of envy.
When will he reach the level of Senior Sister Chima?
Ning Fusang's eyes fell on the ring, and Yu Wanwu's words came to mind, "The southern star is shining but electric, it is majestic and solemn, but it is flying." This is the essence of the southern star sword.
Li Jinzhen's Southern Star Sword has reached a state of perfection. The sword star is bright and shoots down with a unique trajectory!
The challenger in the ring disintegrated a sword star with a long sword blow. However, several meteors fell together with terrifying power. The man was unable to parry, and his body was violently knocked away. Fall off the ring.
Everyone sighed and whispered.
"The Southern Star Sword is truly mysterious and unparalleled!"
"After watching so many competitions with disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect, I still don't understand what kind of sect the Nanxing Sword Sect is."
"It should be difficult to find a way to crack the Nanxing Sword, right?"
"The battle between the ninth level monks was not visible to ordinary people. I saw the sword light flashing back and forth, and it was over."
(End of chapter)