In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

"The 23rd match of the first round of the Kendo Tournament, Jianshou Peak disciple Zhao Ying versus Changhe Sword School disciple Mo Mochang!"

On the natural arena formed by the bluestone mountain being cut in half, the host announced the next contestants.

The contents of the sword competition are numerous and complex, such as flying sword speed, flying sword flight distance, flying sword embroidery, flying sword spirituality, flying sword vibration power...

But in the end, it all comes down to this kendo competition.

Martial arts competition is the only standard to measure the strength of a swordsman!

"Don't touch Changhe Sword Sect."

A tall figure flew up and landed gracefully on the bluestone mountain.

Zhao Ying walked up to the Qingshi Mountain arena with a sword in hand. Looking at the masters on the opposite side, she felt a little annoyed. Ahem, that's not right, it just hurt a little.

It’s obvious that he is much stronger than her, how can he win?

But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back, so I had to go ahead with it.

"Zhao Ying from Jianshou Peak, please."

Zhao Ying held the Red Blood Gilded Sword in his hand, intending to strike first.

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side dodged and rushed in front of her. An orange sword light seemed like justice from heaven, and it directly struck... struck her sword?

Then he slipped and seemed unable to withstand the rebound force of the flying sword, and fell sideways to the ground.

The long sword in Zhao Ying's hand was chopped off and she lost her grip for a moment. The sword shook and pointed to the ground, hitting the man's heart.

The host announced loudly at the right time:

"In the 23rd match of the first round of the Kendo Tournament, Jianshou Peak disciple Zhao Ying won and advanced to the next round."

"it is good!"

"As expected of a swordsman from Jianshou Peak, this move of using the opponent's force to counterattack is really beautiful!"

"Jian Shou Peak lives up to its reputation. He was able to defeat an opponent who was much more powerful than him! This is a cross-level challenge!"

The Changhe Sword Sect disciple looked very frustrated, as if he couldn't believe that he would make such a mistake, but he still said politely:

"Thank you Miss Zhao for showing mercy."

Zhao Ying stood there blankly with the sword in her hand, her mind full of? ? ? ?

If you don't get angry, do you think the other person is a fool?

However, looking at the envy in the eyes of the monks around her, a smile emerged on her face, and she felt a thousand pounds lighter.

She hadn't felt this kind of feeling of being protected by an elder for ten years, ever since her master Ning Wan passed away.

Finally, after three days of kendo competition, Zhao Ying successfully won the championship with a record of twenty-three wins and zero losses, becoming the champion of this kendo competition.

The monks who ranked second and third were not unhappy at all, and expressed in the interview that they wanted to learn about the swordsmanship from Senior Bai Wu of Jianshou Peak.

Bai Wu also satisfied the requirements of these two people, or rather, satisfied the ideas of all the monks in the Kendo Association:

Please ask Senior Bai Wu for advice.

After the kendo meeting ended, he taught the Jianshou Peak sword technique on Qingshi Mountain for a day, and almost taught out all the key points of the Jianshou Peak sword technique.

Now that Jianshou Peak has disappeared, let the sword skills of Jianshou Peak become the bloodline of the cultivation world and last forever.

This also made the monks who came to listen to the teachings praise Senior Bai Wu for his generosity.

I was even more shocked by the selfless thoughts of the people of Jianshou Peak.

As for the Pure Land Temple that plotted to murder the disciples of Jianshou Peak, they despised it even more.

Even when the demons guarded by the Pure Land Temple at the western border of the human race showed some unusual movements, no one blamed Jianshou Peak.

The public opinion environment that Jianshou Peak experienced was completely different from that when the red dragon flooded ten cities of the human race.

The only difference is the addition of white mist.

An ordinary little swordsman who can destroy four realms with one sword.

“Tongtian Palace Today’s News:

Zhao Ying, a disciple of Jianshou Peak, successfully won the title of this session's sword leader, and his strength was unanimously recognized by all the cultivators.

Senior Bai Wu preached at Qingshi Mountain, and tens of thousands of cultivators heard his teachings and benefited greatly. Half of the sword cultivators in the world can be called Bai Wu's disciples.

Without the Pure Land Temple's guard, the demons in the West became rampant again, repeatedly appearing outside human cities and lurking covetously. The border cities in the western territories of the human race began to consider migrating inward, and some people requested disciples from other major sects to come and guard.

......"

Inside the restaurant, the information about Tongtian Palace is updated every day, just like the diligent young boy ketchup.

"Alas, that Pure Land Temple is truly despicable, but the ones who suffer are the people who worship it!"

Monks do not engage in farming, but food does not grow out of thin air. They can practice hard day after day and year after year because they rely on the thousands of hard-working people in the human territories they protect.

Today, the Pure Land Temple has been severely weakened and has been closed for a hundred years. The people they are protecting are suddenly exposed to the demons' sight.

Even if there are still a few high-level monks, it will be difficult to sustain without so many of them.

"Alas, I want to go to the West to provide assistance, but unfortunately the demons here are even more willing to take advantage of any opportunity. They will spy on the human race if you are not careful enough."

"Let's see what the big clans do. There are so many people in the western territory. We can't just relocate them all and abandon the lands we have managed to defend with great difficulty."

The restaurant was bustling with people, most of whom were discussing Western affairs.

"Shopkeeper, check out."

At the window on the second floor of the restaurant, Bai Wu took Zhao Ying downstairs and settled the bill.

“After today, you will go to the various sword sects to practice. If nothing goes wrong, I will return to Jianshou Peak after I kill all the monsters. If you have any problems, please come back to Jianshou Peak to find me.

If I fall asleep, my flying sword will do the same."

Bai Wu patted the flying sword at his waist.

The sword is three feet and three centimeters long, and its entire body is dark blood-colored. At the moment, it is in a dormant state, and looks like just an ordinary long sword.

Ever since it was conceived, it refused to return to the heart, so Bai Wu had to pin it around her waist.

When it heard Bai Wu mention it, it smiled at Zhao Ying and patted Zhao Ying's chest, indicating that if she had any problems, she could come to it and it would help her.

Zhao Ying won the first place in kendo, and one of the benefits she received was the opportunity to study in sword schools all over the world for three years.

As long as she wanted, she could learn the sword techniques from all the sword schools in the world, but she couldn't pass them on to others.

This is also one of the reasons why sword practitioners all over the world want to win the title of Sword Champion.

For some unknown reason this year, there is a small exception and the runner-up also has this treatment.

"Then, Junior Master, you have to be careful. The demon's hatred for our Jianshou Peak is engraved in its bones."

Zhao Ying was still a little worried.

Ever since she could remember, she had witnessed many demons charging into human territory without regard for their lives, just to kill the disciples of Jianshou Peak.

There are countless old monsters in the demon clan, so it is better to be careful in everything.

"Ah."

Bai Wu nodded, the sword flashed, and the figure disappeared.

The human race’s most western border, the demon-resistant city!

Just by listening to the name, you can tell the significance of this city's existence.

As the city closest to the western wilderness, it has to withstand attacks from hundreds or even thousands of demons every year, but fortunately, they are all low-level demons.

Those high-level demons are intelligent and will naturally not attack the city guarded by great human monks for no reason.

However, recently, demonic energy has been rising above the wilderness, and it is only five hundred miles away from the Demon-Resisting City.

It is obvious that a big demon has come to this area.

The people in Juyao City were in panic, and many people began to migrate inland.

However, there are still ordinary people who are reluctant to leave, most of them are elderly people.

It is hard to leave one's hometown. How can they give up easily when they have lived on this land for most of their lives?

Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well die here rather than die in a foreign land.