Chapter 804
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 804
The young woman in the green skirt smiled slightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist Du, why don't we make a bet, will Nephew Wang be able to make it into the top ten?"
There were 53 alchemy stage sword cultivators in the second round of competition, Wang Qingshan entered the fourth round, and could enter the top ten.
According to the rules of the Sword Fighting Conference, the alchemy monks who participated in the sword fighting event cannot be higher than the sixth floor. If the cultivation base is too high, they can control more flying swords, which is unfair to the alchemy monks with lower cultivation bases.
Du Yunlong's young disciple has five levels of alchemy, and the newly promoted Wanjian Seventh disciple is the key training object of Wanjianmen.
Du Yunlong could tell that the beautiful woman in purple was no match for Wang Qingshan, that is to say, there was no problem for Wang Qingshan to advance to the third round, as long as he won another game, he would be able to advance to the top ten.
"Since he is Daoyou Ye's disciple, there is no problem in getting into the top ten. Why don't you let him compete with the old man's disciples to see who wins and who loses?"
"Your disciple is at the fifth level of alchemy, and nephew Wang is only at the third level of alchemy. Moreover, nephew Wang has not formally started, and he has relatively few flying swords. It is unfair to him."
Du Yunlong smiled lightly, and said: "That's fine! In half a quarter of an hour, Rui'er defeated Wang Xiaoyou, and he only used a flying sword. I bet this piece of gold and silver, how about it?"
He flipped his palm, and a silver ore the size of an egg appeared in his hand. There were some golden spots on the surface of the silver ore.
"Okay, it's a deal, I will use a fourth-order wind snow python's hide as a bet."
The young woman in the green skirt took out a piece of snow-white animal skin with a confident look.
With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's sword art, the cyan flying swords around him quickly merged into one body, turning into a huge cyan dragon, which rushed towards the opposite side with its teeth and claws open.
The beautiful woman in purple pinched her sword formula, and the eight purple flying swords turned into a purple dragon with a thick waist, facing the blue dragon.
The two dragons were fighting together, the purple dragon was bigger and had an advantage, while the blue dragon was at a disadvantage.
Wang Qingshan frowned, opened his mouth, and a cyan rainbow flew out, submerging into the body of the cyan dragon. The cyan dragon grew in size, radiant, and wrapped in a layer of cyan hurricane.
The situation suddenly turned, the cyan dragon stabilized the purple dragon, and the purple dragon retreated steadily. It was no match for the cyan dragon.
"Break it for me."
The purple dragon's body burst open suddenly, and countless purple sword qi flew out, overwhelmingly cutting towards the blue dragon.
The cyan dragon opened its bloody mouth, and a powerful air flow emerged out of thin air, swallowing all the incoming cyan sword energy. It shook its head and tail, rushed into the purple flying sword, and swallowed all the eight hundred cyan flying swords. in the stomach.
The beautiful woman in purple furrowed her brows tightly, her sword formula was constantly being pinched, and there was a "clang clang" sound of gold and iron clashing in the body of the blue dragon.
The cyan dragon was flying non-stop above the arena, and it was not affected.
No matter how the beautiful woman in purple clothes contacts her flying sword, the cyan dragon will not be affected in the slightest.
Her face became ugly, and after trying for a quarter of an hour, the blue dragon was still intact, so she could only admit defeat.
"Wang Qingshan wins."
Hearing this, Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Sword Master Xiaoyao taught him the art of controlling the sword, especially the skill of manipulating the flying sword. He was taught by a famous teacher. The average swordsman is powerful.
The beautiful woman in purple clothes sighed, cupped her hands at Wang Qingshan and said: "Your Wang Daoyou is superb in swordsmanship, I admire you."
"Mrs. Liu, I accept it."
Wang Qingshan said modestly, put away his flying sword, jumped off the ring, and watched other people fighting swords.
Cheng Zhenyu, Nangongfu, Li Rui, and Haixinpo all defeated their opponents one after another. Cheng Zhenyu's cultivation base was not high, and it took him half an hour to defeat his opponent. Li Rui and Nangongfu won easily. Their sword control skills were very superb, and There are complete sets of flying swords, and the quality of the flying swords is also very good.
If a craftsman wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his weapon. For sword repairers, a good flying sword can improve their strength.
The second round of competition was over, and 27 sword cultivators entered the next round. This time, Wang Qingshan had better luck and got an empty lottery.
Cheng Zhenyu's opponent is a big man in yellow robe with five layers of alchemy. The big man in yellow robe has six yellow flying swords, which can release wild sand to hurt the enemy. had a competition.
Hai Xinyu manipulated the flying sword to transform into various forms of monsters, and attacked the opponent's flying sword fiercely. Under her crazy attack, she won the victory in a short time.
Li Rui and Nangong Fu's performance was still eye-catching, and it didn't take long for them to defeat their opponents.
"Mr. Nephew Wang, I am your Uncle Liu. Later, fellow Daoist Du's disciple Li Rui will compete with you. Don't worry, the way of the competition is in your favor. If you win, I will give you a big reward, you know?"
A gentle female voice came from Wang Qingshan's ear.
Wang Qingshan looked towards the rostrum, and his eyes collided with a young woman in a green skirt.
"Yes, the disciple obeys."
Wang Qingshan didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly agreed via voice transmission.
A quarter of an hour later, the third round of the competition ended, and fourteen sword repairmen advanced to the fourth round.
This time, Wang Qingshan's opponent is Hai Xinpo.
At the beginning of the competition, they shot almost at the same time, and they didn't hold back.
Hai Xinpo released nine red flying swords, turned into nine red giant pythons with thick waists, and rushed over.
Hai Xinyu's cultivation base is higher than Wang Qingshan's, and the number of flying swords is also higher than Wang Qingshan's. Wang Qingshan intends to fight quickly.
He sacrificed the Qingli sword, which turned into a cyan rainbow several feet long, and slashed towards the nine red giant pythons.
With a pinch of Haixin's sword art, the nine red pythons merged into one, turning into a huge red flood dragon, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the blue Changhong in one gulp.
Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, the red flood dragon showed pain, its body split into two, and a cyan long rainbow flew out.
Hai Xinpo frowned slightly, opened her apricot mouth, and a red rainbow shot out towards the blue rainbow.
Klang-kang-kang!
There was a muffled sound of gold and iron colliding, and the green and red lights intersected.
With a pinch of Haixin's sword art, the red Changhong's light rose sharply, and a large red flame emerged, and the cyan flying sword faintly lost a bit of the wind.
Wang Qingshan frowned, pinched his sword formula, and the cyan Changhong flew back and stopped in front of him.
He stroked the Qingli sword lightly, as if he was stroking his lover, an astonishing sword intent rushed out of his body, the light of the Qingli sword soared, and it made a piercing sound of the sword, and the sword body twisted.
At the same time, the flying swords of most of the sword cultivators present shook one after another, making bursts of sword cries.
Surprise flashed across Li Rui's eyes, and he said, "Sword intent!"
Sword Intent is the intention of a sword cultivator to wield a sword. For example, going forward indomitable, being invincible, etc. are all manifestations of Sword Intent. What Xiaoyao Sword Master comprehends is Freedom Sword Intent. There is no move or style.
There are many kinds of sword intents, and what kind of sword intent one can comprehend depends entirely on the sword cultivator's personal understanding of the way of the sword.
Some readers said that there are too many sword cultivators. Xiao Mo thought about it carefully and revised the number of sword cultivators so as not to delay reading
(End of this chapter)
The young woman in the green skirt smiled slightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist Du, why don't we make a bet, will Nephew Wang be able to make it into the top ten?"
There were 53 alchemy stage sword cultivators in the second round of competition, Wang Qingshan entered the fourth round, and could enter the top ten.
According to the rules of the Sword Fighting Conference, the alchemy monks who participated in the sword fighting event cannot be higher than the sixth floor. If the cultivation base is too high, they can control more flying swords, which is unfair to the alchemy monks with lower cultivation bases.
Du Yunlong's young disciple has five levels of alchemy, and the newly promoted Wanjian Seventh disciple is the key training object of Wanjianmen.
Du Yunlong could tell that the beautiful woman in purple was no match for Wang Qingshan, that is to say, there was no problem for Wang Qingshan to advance to the third round, as long as he won another game, he would be able to advance to the top ten.
"Since he is Daoyou Ye's disciple, there is no problem in getting into the top ten. Why don't you let him compete with the old man's disciples to see who wins and who loses?"
"Your disciple is at the fifth level of alchemy, and nephew Wang is only at the third level of alchemy. Moreover, nephew Wang has not formally started, and he has relatively few flying swords. It is unfair to him."
Du Yunlong smiled lightly, and said: "That's fine! In half a quarter of an hour, Rui'er defeated Wang Xiaoyou, and he only used a flying sword. I bet this piece of gold and silver, how about it?"
He flipped his palm, and a silver ore the size of an egg appeared in his hand. There were some golden spots on the surface of the silver ore.
"Okay, it's a deal, I will use a fourth-order wind snow python's hide as a bet."
The young woman in the green skirt took out a piece of snow-white animal skin with a confident look.
With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's sword art, the cyan flying swords around him quickly merged into one body, turning into a huge cyan dragon, which rushed towards the opposite side with its teeth and claws open.
The beautiful woman in purple pinched her sword formula, and the eight purple flying swords turned into a purple dragon with a thick waist, facing the blue dragon.
The two dragons were fighting together, the purple dragon was bigger and had an advantage, while the blue dragon was at a disadvantage.
Wang Qingshan frowned, opened his mouth, and a cyan rainbow flew out, submerging into the body of the cyan dragon. The cyan dragon grew in size, radiant, and wrapped in a layer of cyan hurricane.
The situation suddenly turned, the cyan dragon stabilized the purple dragon, and the purple dragon retreated steadily. It was no match for the cyan dragon.
"Break it for me."
The purple dragon's body burst open suddenly, and countless purple sword qi flew out, overwhelmingly cutting towards the blue dragon.
The cyan dragon opened its bloody mouth, and a powerful air flow emerged out of thin air, swallowing all the incoming cyan sword energy. It shook its head and tail, rushed into the purple flying sword, and swallowed all the eight hundred cyan flying swords. in the stomach.
The beautiful woman in purple furrowed her brows tightly, her sword formula was constantly being pinched, and there was a "clang clang" sound of gold and iron clashing in the body of the blue dragon.
The cyan dragon was flying non-stop above the arena, and it was not affected.
No matter how the beautiful woman in purple clothes contacts her flying sword, the cyan dragon will not be affected in the slightest.
Her face became ugly, and after trying for a quarter of an hour, the blue dragon was still intact, so she could only admit defeat.
"Wang Qingshan wins."
Hearing this, Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Sword Master Xiaoyao taught him the art of controlling the sword, especially the skill of manipulating the flying sword. He was taught by a famous teacher. The average swordsman is powerful.
The beautiful woman in purple clothes sighed, cupped her hands at Wang Qingshan and said: "Your Wang Daoyou is superb in swordsmanship, I admire you."
"Mrs. Liu, I accept it."
Wang Qingshan said modestly, put away his flying sword, jumped off the ring, and watched other people fighting swords.
Cheng Zhenyu, Nangongfu, Li Rui, and Haixinpo all defeated their opponents one after another. Cheng Zhenyu's cultivation base was not high, and it took him half an hour to defeat his opponent. Li Rui and Nangongfu won easily. Their sword control skills were very superb, and There are complete sets of flying swords, and the quality of the flying swords is also very good.
If a craftsman wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his weapon. For sword repairers, a good flying sword can improve their strength.
The second round of competition was over, and 27 sword cultivators entered the next round. This time, Wang Qingshan had better luck and got an empty lottery.
Cheng Zhenyu's opponent is a big man in yellow robe with five layers of alchemy. The big man in yellow robe has six yellow flying swords, which can release wild sand to hurt the enemy. had a competition.
Hai Xinyu manipulated the flying sword to transform into various forms of monsters, and attacked the opponent's flying sword fiercely. Under her crazy attack, she won the victory in a short time.
Li Rui and Nangong Fu's performance was still eye-catching, and it didn't take long for them to defeat their opponents.
"Mr. Nephew Wang, I am your Uncle Liu. Later, fellow Daoist Du's disciple Li Rui will compete with you. Don't worry, the way of the competition is in your favor. If you win, I will give you a big reward, you know?"
A gentle female voice came from Wang Qingshan's ear.
Wang Qingshan looked towards the rostrum, and his eyes collided with a young woman in a green skirt.
"Yes, the disciple obeys."
Wang Qingshan didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly agreed via voice transmission.
A quarter of an hour later, the third round of the competition ended, and fourteen sword repairmen advanced to the fourth round.
This time, Wang Qingshan's opponent is Hai Xinpo.
At the beginning of the competition, they shot almost at the same time, and they didn't hold back.
Hai Xinpo released nine red flying swords, turned into nine red giant pythons with thick waists, and rushed over.
Hai Xinyu's cultivation base is higher than Wang Qingshan's, and the number of flying swords is also higher than Wang Qingshan's. Wang Qingshan intends to fight quickly.
He sacrificed the Qingli sword, which turned into a cyan rainbow several feet long, and slashed towards the nine red giant pythons.
With a pinch of Haixin's sword art, the nine red pythons merged into one, turning into a huge red flood dragon, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the blue Changhong in one gulp.
Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, the red flood dragon showed pain, its body split into two, and a cyan long rainbow flew out.
Hai Xinpo frowned slightly, opened her apricot mouth, and a red rainbow shot out towards the blue rainbow.
Klang-kang-kang!
There was a muffled sound of gold and iron colliding, and the green and red lights intersected.
With a pinch of Haixin's sword art, the red Changhong's light rose sharply, and a large red flame emerged, and the cyan flying sword faintly lost a bit of the wind.
Wang Qingshan frowned, pinched his sword formula, and the cyan Changhong flew back and stopped in front of him.
He stroked the Qingli sword lightly, as if he was stroking his lover, an astonishing sword intent rushed out of his body, the light of the Qingli sword soared, and it made a piercing sound of the sword, and the sword body twisted.
At the same time, the flying swords of most of the sword cultivators present shook one after another, making bursts of sword cries.
Surprise flashed across Li Rui's eyes, and he said, "Sword intent!"
Sword Intent is the intention of a sword cultivator to wield a sword. For example, going forward indomitable, being invincible, etc. are all manifestations of Sword Intent. What Xiaoyao Sword Master comprehends is Freedom Sword Intent. There is no move or style.
There are many kinds of sword intents, and what kind of sword intent one can comprehend depends entirely on the sword cultivator's personal understanding of the way of the sword.
Some readers said that there are too many sword cultivators. Xiao Mo thought about it carefully and revised the number of sword cultivators so as not to delay reading
(End of this chapter)
