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Chapter 802 Fighting Swords
On the second day, Chen Shi.

A huge straight peak, thousands of sword cultivators gathered on the mountain, most of them were cultivators in the Foundation Establishment period.

The Sword Fighting Conference is held for the alchemy stage sword cultivators, the foundation building stage sword cultivators are here to watch the fun, and the alchemy stage sword cultivators are the participants of the sword fighting conference.

There is a huge bluestone square on the top of the mountain, with dozens of bluestone arenas of the same size.

The Sword Fighting Conference, as the name suggests, is for flying swords to fight each other. Sword cultivators sacrifice their own flying swords to fight with other people's flying swords, and can perform various sword control techniques.

There are as many as one hundred sword cultivators in the alchemy stage who participated in the sword fighting conference this time. Some sword cultivators are casual cultivators, some are disciples of the Xiuxian family, and more are disciples of the Xiuxian sect.

Taiyi Immortal Sect also sent people to participate in the sword fighting meeting, but Wang Qingshan didn't know them.

An old man in a blue robe in his early fifties stood on a bluestone arena. His complexion was ruddy, and his tiger eyes were calm and majestic.

"Old man Du Yunlong, everyone is welcome to participate in the sword fighting meeting held by Wanjianmen. The sword fighting meeting is a flying sword fight, two duels, no harm is allowed, offenders will be severely punished, and the top ten will get generous rewards. Let’s not talk nonsense, let’s draw lots.”

The old man in blue gave a brief introduction and asked the contestants to draw lots to compete.

Wang Qingshan drew the No.15 lottery, and his opponent was a tall, thin middle-aged man who was carrying a huge red sword with four layers of pills on his back.

The sword fighting conference is a fight of flying swords, and the test is the quality of the sword master's sword control and flying swords.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Qingshan shrugged his right shoulder, and there was a crisp sword sound, and five green flying swords flew out of the sword box Wang Qingshan was carrying, hovering above his head.

Wang Qingshan's natal magic weapon is the Qingli sword, and the sword fighting conference did not stipulate that only natal flying swords can be sacrificed to fight.Wang Qingshan planned to fight with the five Yuxu swords first, and if he lost, it would not be too late to sacrifice the Qingli sword.

The middle-aged man pinched his sword formula, and the huge red sword on his back flew out of the scabbard. With a pinch of the sword formula, one turned into ten, and ten turned into a hundred.

Soon, hundreds of red giant swords appeared above his head, each of them sparkled with inspiration, exactly the same.

Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, and the five Yuxu swords gave out a crisp sword cry at the same time, turning into a large blue sword shadow, cutting towards hundreds of flying swords.

Klang-kang-kang!
There was a muffled sound of metal colliding, hundreds of red giant swords and hundreds of blue flying swords slashed together, and the green and red lights intersected, as gorgeous as fireworks.

The sword cultivators in other arenas used their own means to control flying swords to fight each other.

None of them showed their hole cards right away, and most of them used the most basic sword division skills to test the opponent's flying sword.

Some sword cultivators use their power to transform their flying swords into monsters and attack the opponent's flying swords; Some sword cultivators turned flying swords into discs, releasing a large amount of sword energy to attack.

For a moment, sword lights flickered on the ring, and sword lights of various colors intersected.

Once Wang Qingshan's sword art changed, hundreds of blue flying swords quickly merged into one, turning into a giant blue sword more than ten feet long, which rushed into hundreds of red flying swords.

Klang-kang-kang!
There was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing, and a large piece of red flying sword was shattered by the cyan giant sword.

Not to be outdone, the middle-aged man pinched his sword formula, and hundreds of red flying swords quickly merged into one, turning into a huge red sword to meet him. He opened his mouth again, and a small red sword about two feet long flew out. , the small red sword is crystal clear, and the rays of light are constantly circulating.

The small red sword uttered a clear sword cry, and turned into a red rainbow about Zhang Xu long, hitting the blue giant sword.

A series of muffled sounds of gold and iron strikes sounded, and the cyan giant sword seemed to be struggling with one against two.

The light of the red sword rose and merged with the red giant sword. A large red sword light appeared on the surface of the red giant sword, and at the same time, a large piece of red flame appeared, slashing aggressively towards the blue giant sword.

Keng!
The cyan giant sword collided with the red giant sword, and immediately flew upside down, taking advantage of the situation and turning into five cyan flying swords, surrounding the red giant sword.

Sword array!

Wang Qingshan's hands were incessantly making a tactic, and the five cyan flying swords uttered a sword sound at the same time, and turned quickly.

The wind was strong, and a cyan tornado emerged out of thin air, wrapped the red giant sword, and turned it quickly. The strong air current made the clothes of Wang Qingshan and the middle-aged man sway non-stop.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and with a pinch of the sword formula, the red giant sword radiated so much that it turned into a giant red python with a waist as thick as a water tank, and opened its bloody mouth to pounce on the blue tornado.

Wang Qingshan sneered, the sword formula changed, and the cyan tornado turned rapidly, and countless cyan sword qi flew out of the cyan tornado, cutting towards the red giant python.

Rumble!
A huge roar sounded, and the red giant python recovered its body and turned into a red giant sword.

The middle-aged man's face turned cold, and the sword art was constantly being pinched, and the red giant sword's light rose sharply, turning into a red rainbow more than ten feet long, trying to smash the blue tornado.

The size of the cyan tornado suddenly increased by more than three times, and the red Changhong couldn't help being submerged in the cyan tornado, swimming on the outer wall.

There was a deafening roar, and the cyan tornado burst open, turning into five cyan flying swords, a red giant sword and a red small sword fell to the ground, and the aura was slightly dim.

"Wang Qingshan wins!"

The referee announced loudly, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, without saying anything, put away his flying sword, and jumped off the ring.

Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, pinched the sword formula, and the five Yuxu swords circled one after another, flying back into the sword box.

Wang Qingshan jumped off the ring to watch other people fight swords.

"Hey, it's him."

Wang Qingshan let out a sigh, and his eyes fell on a certain arena.

A tall man in red shirt was fighting with a young woman in blue skirt in her early thirties. The man in red shirt was none other than Cheng Zhenyu.

When Wang Qingshan met Cheng Zhenyu back then, because of the news that he sold the Wang family's Tiandi Linghuo, Wang Qingshan had a deep impression on him.

Cheng Zhenyu is the second layer of Dandan, driving two two-foot-long red flying swords, releasing a large red sword shadow, and slashing towards hundreds of blue sword shadows.

The young woman in the blue skirt is a three-layered pill, and her cultivation level is higher than that of Cheng Zhenyu.

Cheng Zhenyu didn't seem to intend to waste it any longer. With a pinch of the sword art, the two red flying swords radiated so much that they turned into two red flying eagles the size of Zhang Xu, and rushed towards hundreds of blue sword shadows.

The red flying eagle flapped its wings, blowing out a powerful hurricane, and the blue sword shadows touched the hurricane, and flew out one after another,

The young woman in the blue skirt frowned, pinched her sword, and hundreds of blue sword shadows merged into one, turning into a huge blue giant eagle.

Cheng Zhenyu's sword art changed, and the two red flying eagles merged into one, more than doubled in size, and rushed towards the giant blue eagle.

The red giant eagle and the blue giant eagle fought together, and the blue giant eagle vaguely gained the upper hand. After a change in the Zhenyu sword art, a large red flame appeared on the surface of the red giant eagle, and the blue giant eagle was stained with red flames. The red flames spread rapidly, and the giant blue eagle let out a painful cry.

The red giant eagle's light soared, turning into a red scorching sun more than ten feet in size.

There was a loud "chi chi" piercing through the air, hundreds of red flying swords flew out from the red scorching sun, and slashed at the blue giant eagle.

The giant blue eagle immediately recovered its body, turned into three small blue swords, and fell to the ground with dim aura.

"Cheng Zhenyu wins!"

The referee announced loudly.

Wang Qingshan witnessed the whole process with a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn't expect that Cheng Zhenyu was also a swordsman.

(End of this chapter)