Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

"It is also the 30th anniversary of Xuanlingzong's sword test conference. I can welcome all of you to visit. I am very pleased to participate in this event. I also hope that all the disciples of Xuanlingzong who participated in the competition will be able to participate in this competition for a long time. In the sword test meeting in the month of the month, the martial arts exchange was carried out to the fullest.

"Don't be competitive for a while, don't be eager to win and hurt your fellow students; I hope all cultivators can enjoy watching, don't act because of different ideas, and don't engage in indecent activities such as gambling. The deity of this sword test conference will be with ten The second peak master has always been here, if anything bad happens, don't deal with it privately by unfair means.

"Don't...don't...don't...why are all of them not? The head has so many regulations, and I don't know how many can be followed." Zhao Jingjing told a group of disciples In the middle, she whispered to Song Qinglian who was beside her.

"Okay, just listen carefully, there's a lot of nonsense." Song Qinglian smiled and bumped into Zhao Jingjing's arm.

"I'm not bored, I can't even see a shadow of Cai Jingxing and the others. The more people there are, the more busy they are. Many disciples are called to be coolies. Hey look, there is a box over there, He's betting money!"

"Wait, I'll put a bet on you, luck!" Zhao Jingjing took out a piece of Spirit Stones from her sleeve and ran towards the man with a smile.

"Really... The Sect Leader only said that gambling is not allowed, is the right to hear it..." Song Qinglian smiled and looked at the heights of the Sword Discourse Platform.

Xuanlingzong's Sect Leader sits in the highest place, upright and solemn.

Where his position is slightly lower, the twelve top positions are spread out very atmospherically.

Mu Yanwan is at the front, followed by Shui Yun Elder of Jingzhu Peak and Ye Peiyu of Green Bamboo Peak on both sides.

After this were Ling Yiting and Song Hongli, all of them were wearing the official robes of the Xuanling Sect lord, luxurious white clothes with delicate silver-gray moire patterns on them.

Large and small exquisite silver ornaments adorn the noble white clothes, like a god, with a solemn appearance.

Because it was a formal occasion, Song Hongli's hair was tied up with the bamboo hairpin that Song Qinglian gave him, with a scent of wood different from the musk deer.

The evening clouds in the sky are gradually closing, and the sky is glazed.

No matter what time, Master always looks so good-looking, so good-looking that people can't take their eyes off.

Zhao Jingjing, who didn't know when to come back, patted her shoulder violently.

"Hey! I'm back to my senses!... The competition will start soon, you still have the mind to stare at your master in a daze, don't worry, people are there, you can't run""""

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Qinglian lowered her head and touched the Fengyan Sword in her hand.

"Look at you, your mind has already flown to the Sword Discourse Platform. 39

"Okay, hurry up to the table where you want to test, I just went to see it, that table is at least 20 feet high from the ground!"

Zhao Jingjing pushed Song Qinglian and walked towards the bustling crowd.

The first match with Song Qinglian, coincidentally, was her fellow apprentice brother, Gu Jiangli.

Seeing the woman standing opposite him, Gu Jiangli smiled frankly and cupped his hands: "Song Junior Sister! Don't show mercy to Senior Brother's hands. 39

Song Qinglian took out the Phoenix Flame Sword, fondly stroked the golden Phoenix totem on the sword with her fingertips, and said with a low smile: "Brother, don't worry. 99

Gu Jiangli glanced down at the stage, all the heads were black, and a bunch of people looked up.

There were also disciples who were resting on the high platform that was rising and falling around, and he was being watched by so many people for a while, which made him a little restrained.

"Junior Sister Qinglian, don't kick your senior brother under the stage! Senior brother, I'm afraid of heights, and if you are so high, you will be crippled.

"Senior brother, don't worry." Song Qinglian said lightly.

One of the disciples in charge of walking hit the gong in the middle and shouted: "The competition has officially started! 55

Then, for fear that a fight between the two would injure him, Qinggong flew off the high platform in a flash.

This table is only a little bigger than a room in a radius, flat and flat, without a single obstacle.

There are no guardrails around, which makes people feel really insecure.

Song Qinglian still knew how little Gu Jiangli had done. She expected that it would only take ten rounds at most to end this fight.

Gu Jiangli raised his sword and launched a move first, then with his feet, he waved his sword and attacked Song Qinglian.

The first move, Song Qinglian dodged very easily, and landed lightly five steps away from Gu Jiang.

Gu Jiangli turned around, swung the giant sword in his hand, and swept towards Song Qinglian.

Gu Jiangli's weapon is a very heavy giant sword. It stands to reason that the flaws of this weapon should be found and the victory should be achieved with dexterity, rather than confronting this heavyweight weapon head-on.

However, Song Qinglian tightened the Feng Yanjian in her hand, she wanted to meet her.

The crystal-red Fengyan Sword slammed into the giant sword in Gu Jiangli's hand, and the huge vibration caused by the collision caused two True Qis to meet, almost shattering Song Qinglian's tiger's mouth.

She hurriedly resisted luck, clenched Feng Yanjian tightly and wiped the giant sword along with Mars, and slashed fiercely.

The frantic flow of Spirit Power caused Song Qinglian's long hair to flutter, and the tail of the jet-black hair was entangled in the tip of the crystal-red sword.

Gu Jiangli didn't expect Song Qinglian to accept this move, and the corner of his mouth raised an approving smile.

But the kung fu was not gentle at all. After this move, he turned around again neatly, using enough Spirit Power to drop the giant sword.

Song Qinglian gritted her teeth, and compared with Gu Jiangli, there was no way to use the sword moves that she practiced hard on weekdays, she could only compare her strength.

The huge sword in his hand weighed 60 to 70 kilograms, and she couldn't bear it just by pressing it down, not to mention that it even carried Gu Jiangli's True Qi.

The phoenix flame sword in his hand seemed to be excited for the trial he was about to meet.

Even Yishun caused the ringing of the bracelet between Song Qinglian's wrists, and the sword and bracelet both began to heat up, bringing their master's fighting spirit to high spirits.

Song Qinglian's dark eyes became sharp, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows seemed to be weeping blood.

Her long hair was behind her, blown up by the lingering fighting spirit, and fluttered in wanton beautiful shapes in the air.

Song Qinglian clenched the Fengyan Sword tightly, and with great skill, met Gu Jiangli's giant sword fiercely.

The moment the two swords touched, True Qi in the air twisted and made a deafening roar.

For some reason, Song Qinglian's mind suddenly flashed over Song Hongli's face.

Those light-colored eyes like tea.

"" "Om—"

A crisp sound of metal breaking came through the air.

Gu Jiangli's forehead was dripping with sweat, his jaw dropped in astonishment, and he looked at the giant sword with only half left in his hand in disbelief.

The huge blades were broken at the same time, and the cut half of the blade swirled and flew out, and was deeply nailed to the edge of the wooden table.

The Fengyan Sword in Song Qinglian's hand was as thin as a cicada's wings, but it was still intact.

The people under the high platform suddenly (Qian Lihao) suddenly made a noise as if they had exploded.

Gu Jiangli said in shock: "You—! What kind of sword are you? Impossible, impossible!

With only three moves, his sword was cut off?!

Song Qinglian let out a long breath, and the left hand holding the sword kept shaking due to the excessive force. Seeing this, Zhao Jingjing under the stage flew up to the high platform and supported Song Qinglian: "Are you alright?"5

Song Qinglian nodded and sheathed his sword. The sharp blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a slight metal friction sound, which made people feel inexplicably shocked.

The disciple who beat the gong took the gong to the stage and knocked heavily: "Song Qinglian vs Gu Jiangli - Song Qinglian wins!"

The disciples of the Xuanling Sect and the cultivators of various sects below the high platform all cast their admiring glances.

In the competition just now, it was just a few blinks of an eye, and in just such a short time, the opponent's weapon was cut off.

This rookie of the Xuanling Sect has to be admired with admiration.

Song Hongli, who was sitting on a high place, just looked at Song Qinglian lightly, his eyes never leaving for a moment.