I have inherited the supreme Taoism

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In that open space, a large circle dozens of meters wide was drawn, and the disciples moved benches to sit in rows far away from the circle.

This will be the biggest and most exciting competition in the Sword Sect in recent years. All the elders are here, and even the sect leader is here. This battle is crucial and will determine who will win the position of the senior brother of the Sword Sect. Home.

Xue Qing, who was wearing a blue and white robe, was already standing on the ring, standing proudly with his eyes closed, his hands crossed across his chest, holding a snow-white long sword, and there was an icy aura all over his body, and the surrounding space All seemed frozen.

despair! despair! There was a sound of footsteps.

Chen Xuan strode forward under the gaze of everyone. He was wearing black clothes, his long hair was tied up high, and a broken sword was tied behind his back, showing his heroic spirit.

Xue Qing slowly opened his eyes, stared at Chen Xuan with his narrow eyes, and said coldly, "It seems that you don't take this fight to heart. My sword will not show mercy."

Keng!

Snow Chi comes out of its sheath!

A ray of cold light shot out, and the sword pointed directly at Chen Xuan's throat.

"What a fast sword!"

Chen Xuan sighed, but became extremely slow under the perception of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword Soul. He pulled out the remaining sword and firmly blocked the tip of the sword. He was pushed back a few steps.

"Where did it come from? Let's smash it into pieces!"

Xue Qing proudly thought that this sword would directly make Chen Xuan lose his weapon, and he increased the output of spiritual power in his hand.

But the result was unexpected. The imagined brokenness did not appear, not even a pit was left.

Chen Xuan swung his sword downwards, knocking Xue Qing back a few steps, and held the sword horizontally to his side.

"Is that all that matters?"

Xue Qing was not annoyed at all by being humiliated by Chen Xuan. He thrust the snow chi into the ground and said lightly, "The world is frozen!"

White frost began to form on the ground, and snow was flying on the venue. The disciples watching the theater around me shivered, and they all used their spiritual power to warm themselves up.

His vision became blurred, his perception was greatly restricted, and even his movements became much stiffer.

Chen Xuan felt that the spiritual power in his body was declining sharply, and he had to find a way to solve it quickly. However, one good thing was that Xue Qing did not take action against him.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't find a way to solve it. It seemed that I could only break the method with force!

Chen Xuan half-crouched down and prepared the sword power. The spiritual power gathered in his hand. At the same time, the golden body rotated three times. The muscles of his arms surged and the golden light flashed, brewing the sword power to the extreme.

"Cut the sky and draw the sword!"

A sword light swung out...

Xue Qing could feel Chen Xuan swinging a sword, but the sword was swung in no direction. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He was confident that he could slowly trap Chen Xuan to death.

Suddenly his expression changed. He saw a sword light coming towards him regardless of any obstacles. He wanted to let go and dodge, but he was reluctant to cancel the move he had used.

Then he waved his hand and gathered dozens of ice shields in front of him to try to block the sword.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosions sounded, and all the ice shields shattered. Seeing that the sword light was about to hit him, he quickly pulled out the snow chi to block it, but it was too late, and both the man and the sword were blown away.

Chen Xuan walked out of the snow, shook off the frost on his body, his face was a little pale, and he seemed to have consumed too much spiritual energy. He sat down on the ground and began to exercise his skills to absorb spiritual energy.

The situation on Xue Qing's side was not optimistic either. He was lying on the ground panting, with no blood on his face and mottled blood on his chest. He reached out with difficulty to take out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

Both of them gave each other time to recover. The disciples around them held their breaths for fear of affecting them...

After a stick of incense, Chen Xuan's spiritual power recovered to some extent, Xue Qing's injuries were mostly healed, and the two of them returned to the field.

Xue Qing raised his sword and said to Chen Xuan, "That sword of yours is very good. If your cultivation had been higher, I might have died!"

Chen Xuan smiled faintly, "That sword almost killed me. That move of yours was quite bluffing. You probably didn't use your full strength."

"Haha, this is not my power, it is the power of the sword." Xue Qing admitted generously.

Chen Xuan did not hesitate to praise him at all.

"Oh, that's pretty awesome. How do you want to compete next?"

"Swordsmanship competition!" Xue Qing has practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years and is confident that he can defeat Chen Xuan.

"Nine Frost Swords!"

"Spirit Snake Sword Technique!"

"The cold dragon swallows the pearl!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Qing had already swung several swords, all of which were his own sword moves, and Xue Chi also wrapped around Chen Xuan like a spiritual snake.

Chen Xuan also struck back with several swords.

"Flash sword!"

"A blast of sword!"

"Thunder Sword!"

"Tianhong Yijian!"

"One sword from Dahe!"

"Two swords of mountains and rivers!"

"One sword each for metal, wood, water, fire, and earth!"

"One more sword!" (No!)

......

Chen Xuan used swordsmanship in the east and west, without any rules, which made Xue Qing feel very frustrated, because he had practiced swordsmanship for so many years, but he had never seen anyone who only practiced one or two moves in swordsmanship.

Xue Qing raised his hand to stop Chen Xuan's attempt to strike again, "Yes! Yes! Yes! If you want to fight like this, then just use your strongest sword besides that sword, and let's have a fight! It's a showdown. Win or lose!”

Chen Xuan nodded in agreement. After thinking about it, he felt that the sword he learned from Chilong should be the strongest.

He tied the broken sword and put it on his back, took out the red dragon, and activated his spiritual power. The sword became red, as if it was burning, and a fire dragon flipped over the sword.

"Red Dragon Sky-Breaking Strike!"

After a loud shout, a sword light wrapped around the fire dragon and blasted out at Xue Qing.

This made Xue Qingren look dumbfounded and murmured, "How could it be this move? Grandpa said that it took the Supreme Elder twenty years to practice this move, and Grandpa's move of the same level as the Snow Chi World-Destroying Slash It took him more than nineteen years to master it, how could he learn it at such a young age?”

Xue Qing was unwilling to resist. He stood blankly, his heart was filled with despair, and he quickly killed himself.

Just as the fire dragon was about to come to the door, Xue Chi took out his hand, beheaded the fire dragon, and flew into the sky.

Chi Long felt that he had been provoked. After buzzing twice, he broke free from Chen Xuan's hands and faced Xue Chi in the air.

Chen Xuan was quite helpless when this situation occurred. It was no longer something he could handle. He spread his hands and said helplessly to Xue Qing, "Do you want to keep fighting?"

Xue Qing shook his head and bowed to Chen Xuan as a disciple, "No fight, Xue Qing has met senior brother!"

Chen Xuan helped him up, took out a cloth bag and stuffed it into his hand, "Here, one hundred gold coins, for you!"

Xue Qing held the hundred gold in his pocket in confusion, not understanding why it was given to him, and watched blankly as Chen Xuan ran towards a mountain.

In mid-air, two swords, one red and one white, faced each other...