Chapter 39: Broken Swords Like Broken Bamboo (please collect, please read, please reward, please recommend!!)
Spring is blooming, and the city that never sleeps welcomes the sword competition once every ten years, which attracts countless civilians An opportunity for the family's children to leap over the dragon's gate, of course, is why it is packed with people and has many followers.
The sword competition was held in the Evernight City Swordsmanship Hall. Because there were too many swordsmanship halls in the city, a snake could not survive without a head, so a swordsmanship hall was established to maintain and balance the forces of all parties.
Looking at the magnificent gate and the plaque of the sword hall.
Most of the children from common people entering the venue are nervous and jealous. It is also an advantage for children from rich families to be well-informed.
The sword competition is open to all children under the age of twenty in the city. All you need to do is take your magic sword and identity documents to the main hall to register.
He Guo is a well-established local and successfully registered without any obstacles. Then there was the waiting, and he was summoned to the ring by the deacon of the sword hall.
Today, the Swordsmanship Hall opened nearly a hundred arenas. This arena did not attract much attention. It was surrounded by only the friends and relatives of the boy opposite and the brothers and sisters of the swordsmanship hall.
But if you go over here, there will be no one.
"Jinhong Sword Hall Bai Feiyu." On the stage, the young man opposite saluted and signed up.
"What's wrong."
"Hey, why didn't he sign up for the sword hall? It couldn't be that he didn't have a master, right? Senior Brother Bai's luck is too good."
"Start."< br>
Amidst the whispers from all directions below, the swordsman on the ring announced the start of the sword fight.
“Kill!”
Bai Feiyu had just unsheathed his sword when he heard such a sharp roar coming from the opposite side.
Immediately afterwards, a dim yellow sword light slashed diagonally. In terms of the young man's swordsmanship, it was considered to be fast, accurate and ruthless.
Bai Feiyu hurriedly moved to stop him with his sword, but suddenly found the dim sword light rising slightly upward.
Instinctively, he volleyed upward with his sword, but the sword light seemed to have suddenly lost control, crossing a strange sword arc and missing Bai Feiyu's sword light.
Crack.
The swordsman on the stage blocked Bai Feiyu's throat with his sword, because He Guo's sword light had already pierced him.
Bai Feiyu felt baffled by his loss. But losing means losing, and he can only walk off the stage step by step.
"He Guo withdrew his magic control midway, so the flight path of his sword light changed, and you didn't block it. Huh, small tricks like this can only be used for a short time. Once others are familiar with it, it will be gone directly. The flying sword will be cut off.”
The owner of the Jinhong Sword Hall is a little aggrieved, but a loss is a loss.
No matter how poor he is, the flying sword he uses is almost the worst quality among all the monks present in the Sword Competition. Therefore, even if he has enough magic power, his sword speed and sword power are not as good as others, and his luck is not as good as others. If you are not careful when using it, if you fight too hard, your opponent will crush the sword light.
Therefore, the sword path that Lu Cheng had planned for him was an ever-changing and imaginary path.
Use the phantom sword to confuse the enemy to avoid the real and attack the fictitious. With his orthodox swordsmanship skills that he has practiced for ten years, coupled with Professor Lin’s phantom sword routine, how can he beat everyone onlookers one after another? Incredibly, he won seven games in a row on the first day of the sword competition.
It does not have to be a winning streak. This sword competition will be held for seven consecutive days, and the person with the highest number of wins will be randomly matched and entered into the top sixty-four.
But He Guo has never encountered an opponent who needs to avoid using his own tactics.
After going through those three days of swordsmanship hell, I went home and lay in bed to recover for a few days, and then I stepped into the ring. I just felt that the people I saw and the swords I met were all vulnerable.
On the first day, he won all seven battles, and on the second day, he won all fourteen battles.
This mediocre orphan with no swordsmanship and no teacher, with an unreasonable attitude, broke into the top 64 in the sword competition in advance.
This kind of swordsmanship has begun to enter the vision of some small sects or immortal cultivating families. No matter how hard it is, you can still find a job as a housekeeper, and change your life from then on...
But He Guo didn't think about this. He only had one thought in his mind now: "Get ahead!"
"Oh, our young master of the He family is back."
On the second day of the sword competition, He Guo returned to his dilapidated old house. He heard such shouts from a distance. When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged woman with makeup and powder on her face trotting over.
“Uh, Fourth Aunt.”
He Guo was mostly immersed in swordsmanship. He almost didn’t hear clearly what the Fourth Aunt was talking about in his ear. It seemed that It was to introduce him to a marriage, saying that he was old enough and should leave a heir to the He family.
After finally sending the fourth aunt out, He Guo was just about to lie on the bed and rest for a while when the wooden door was knocked again. When he opened the door, it was a fat old man carrying a pig hind leg.
"Uncle Six."
"Hey, I've heard that you participated in the sword competition? Did you do well? Your uncle Liu has been smart since he was a child. He is indeed right. Come on, stew this pig's hind leg today to replenish it. Body."
"Uncle Liu doesn't have to"
Before He Guo could say no, Uncle Liu put down the pig leg and walked away.
“Huh.”
He took a breath and put down the pig leg. Just when He Guo wanted to lie down on the bed for a while, the door rang again.
After a long time, all the relatives and neighbors nearby came to visit me. Some of the relatives even had no memory of what happened to them, and they didn’t know how they came to visit me.
At night, He Guo looked at the brightly lit room and the various gifts that filled a whole wooden table. The young man stared at them for a long time, then shook his head and chuckled.
Then he did not enter the house again, but closed the door and went to Yuelai Inn under the night. He fell asleep right outside Master Lin's Tianzi No. 2 room.
Fortunately, it is early spring, and he is a Qi practitioner. Although he is not very comfortable, he is not afraid of getting sick.
Lu Cheng was practicing in his room. He did not gather his spiritual consciousness and did not feel any malice. Therefore, when he opened the door and went out the next day, he was startled by He Guo lying at the door.
However, Lu Cheng looked at the sleeping young man and did not wake him up. Instead, he waved his hand, and with a flash of silver light, a silver-armored soldier walked out of the room, took out a quilt, and carefully covered the young man's head. On the body.
"After you become successful, the whole world will be so gentle, reasonable, and full of kindness, but you have to remember that that is not the real way the world is."
Lu Cheng ordered Yuelai Inn The waiter, don’t drive him away, pay him another rent, but he didn’t let He Guo live in the room.
So far, the two parties have just made a transaction. It is a long and lonely journey, but it also has its merits.
With too many favors and entanglement, the disaster will increase tenfold.
The third day of the sword competition.
The top 64 will be determined in the morning session, and the top 32 will be determined in the afternoon session.
The top sixty-four, most of the lucky ones have been eliminated in the first two days. The young swordsmen who have made it this far have all practiced hard for many years.
“Acceptance, Jinhong Sword Hall Bai Fei’er.”
“What’s wrong.”
On the ring, a poor young man whose clothes were washed white faced a beautiful girl in a white dress holding swords against each other.
"Start." As the swordsman on the stage announced the start, the flying sword in the hand of the beautiful girl slashed towards the opponent in front of her like a flowing cloud.
Bai Feier is on the sixth level of Qi training, the young master of the Jinhong Sword Hall, and Bai Feiyu is her biological brother.
From her younger brother and father, Bai Feier already knew that the opponent's sword light in front of her was strange and varied.
But there was a fatal weakness: he was using a first-order low-grade flying sword.
It can be said that in the entire sword competition, no one can be found weaker or worse than this flying sword.
"As long as I use my full strength to attack with the Jin Hong Feiyun Sword Technique and fight with his sword light, his flying sword will definitely be unstoppable in a few strokes..."
Bai Feier The flying sword he commanded was of the second-level mid-grade. As long as the opponent could not completely break through the sword's light, the slightest weakness in sword power could not be called a flaw at all. Even if it is hit, the flying sword will not be damaged.
As soon as He Guo saw the gold in front of him, he knew his opponent's plan, and he began to use the defensive swordsmanship that Lu Cheng had improved for him.
Although there is a gap between the flying swords of the two sides, there is no cross-border gap in mana. Why not display a set of extremely dense defensive swordsmanship at this moment, and do not compete head-on with Bai Feier's flying swords. The clanging sword light flew away from Bai Feier's attack.
The first-order low-grade flying sword hits the edge and the corner, and strikes the relatively blunt part with the edge of the sword. Although the second-order mid-grade flying sword cannot be hit, it will not be damaged.
On the contrary, Bai Feier controls the sword from a distance, which is better than controlling the sword up close. The consumption of mana by both parties is not at the same level as the control of the flying sword.
The sword fight between the two sides lasted a little longer, and Bai Feier had to withdraw the flying sword several times to replenish his mana before attacking again.
In order to improve her control over the flying sword, Bai Feier subconsciously kept approaching and shortened the distance between the two parties. Her approach indeed made He Guo's defensive sword circle smaller and smaller. , it seems that it may not be able to hold on at any time.
But at this time, the distance between the two sides had approached a dangerous range.
A sword light that had been suppressed to the extreme suddenly brightened!
"Meteor from the sky!"
The sword is ruthless, and the sword will kill.
With all the pain, anger, and humiliation he had experienced since childhood, he struck out with this life-threatening sword.
The dim sword light burst out with astonishing brilliance, and stabbed into her throat with a sword speed that Bai Feier could not cope with at all.
"How dare he? My flying sword left him..."
Pa.
Even though it was the first time the meteor from the sky appeared, the swordsman in the sixty-four strong arena was already a master swordsman in his seventies who was in the late stage of Qi training.
Finally, he reacted and blocked the meteor with his sword, narrowly blocking it in front of Bai Fei'er's throat.
But Bai Feier's flying sword still struck at He Guo.
If the two sides were really fighting to the death, Bai Feier would have been killed by a sword at this time when she had no defensive magic weapon or magic talisman, and the sword light she was controlling would naturally collapse.
But because of the existence of the judging swordsman, Bai Feier did not die, so the buffer time for knocking the opponent's flying sword away was not enough.
Even though he tried to resist, the sword light passed by and still cut He Guo's arm. The judging swordsman in the ring looked embarrassed, but he did try his best.
“Boy, are you okay?”
"It's okay."
"Okay, what's better than winning this battle."
A spiritual doctor immediately came on stage and bandaged the wound, but because the wound was cut relatively deep, even if it was a spiritual doctor If you take action, your arm will no longer be able to exert force in a short period of time.
“That sword strike just now was so sharp!”
“Yes, I never thought that after so many years of holding the Sword Discussion Conference, there would be such a relic! It really made me love talents.”
After the sword fight was over, He Zao had already left.
Bai Feier stood there blankly, still a little distracted by the sword strike just now. For some reason, the young man's eyes appeared in his mind, dripping with blood under his sword, but still stubborn and unyielding. .
He Guo didn't care at all about the woman who struck him with a sword. All he had in mind now was tomorrow's sword discussion meeting.
In addition, after reaching the top thirty-two, there are already rewards to be obtained. It is not much, one hundred spiritual stones, but it is a huge wealth that has never been obtained in this life.
"Master Lin!"
In the Yuelai Inn, after Lu Cheng finished listening to today's storytelling, he returned to his room and walked to the stairs. He Guo, who was hiding in the corner, rushed out, knelt beside Lu Cheng, and presented a bag of brocade wrapped with both hands. The bag was round and bulging inside, obviously filled with spiritual stones.
"Victory? There is no need to give these spiritual stones to me. You have already paid for Shu Xiu, and the fate between you and me is over."
"Master Lin, please accept it, no. , I keep it for my disciple, who is too young, With so much money on hand, if you make a mistake, Master Lin's hard work may be wasted."
"..." Hearing this, Lu Cheng didn't say anything more and took the money. Bao Lingshi went upstairs and entered his room.
He will not use these spiritual stones. Since there is no reason to keep them for you, then just keep them until you leave this place.
The next day, early morning.
When Lu Cheng went out again, there were already several young men kneeling outside the door holding spiritual stones in their hands.
Some of their clothes are coarse cloth and some are silk, but there should be no children of the Xiuxian family. The children of the Xiuxian family will not end up so easily.
“What are you doing?” Lu Cheng asked knowingly.
"Please ask Master Lin to teach me how to use the sword."
"Please Master Lin Xian to accept me as a disciple!"
"I will not accept you as a disciple, but I can teach you three days of swordsmanship. You should arrange it in the order in which you came here."
< br>After these young people were lined up, Lu Chenggang continued:
“The second person to join my sect, Shu Xiu, has two spiritual stones, and the third one is Shu Xiu. Four spiritual stones, and so on, you can calculate how many spiritual stones you should hand over, all of which are three-day guidance. If you can't hand it over, go back. If you are still willing, just wait here."
< br>After saying that, Lu Cheng went out to listen to storytelling. When he returned today, He Guo had also come back. He brought back a bag of spiritual stones and knelt there, holding them up with both hands to offer them.
On the fourth day of the Sword Discussion Conference, why not be promoted to the top sixteen in the competition.
The Sword Discussion Conference lasts seven days. The swordsmen are selected on the first two days. On the morning of the third day, the top sixty-four are determined. In the afternoon, the top thirty-two are determined. On the fourth day, the top sixteen are determined. On the fifth day, the top six swordsmen are selected. The top eight will be decided, the top four will be decided on the sixth day, the top two will be decided during the day on the seventh day, and the winner of the sword competition will be decided that night.
The spiritual stone rewards for the thirty-two strong ones who reach first place in the sword competition are one hundred, three hundred, five hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, and two thousand spiritual stones respectively. This has been the case for many years, so today's package contains three hundred spiritual stones.
“If you have these spiritual stones, buy yourself a good sword, so that you can go further on the next journey.”
“Master Lin, this is what I want to use. Sword, and win the first place in the sword competition, let the father and mother see in the sky that their son has become famous.”
In fact, since He Guo was promoted to the top thirty-two and used the meteor technique, various sword halls in the city that never sleeps have already begun to investigate him.
But the investigation stopped here in Lucheng. A monk in the late stage of Qi training has such a sword technique. His virtue is worthy of his position, and those sword halls don't dare to covet him.
(End of this chapter)