Rise of Qinglian

The next day, Chen hour.

A huge straight peak, thousands of sword cultivators gathered on the mountain, most of them were foundation-building monks.

The sword fighting conference was held for the sword cultivators in the core formation stage. The sword cultivators in the foundation building stage came to watch the excitement. The sword cultivators in the core formation stage were the participants in 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 a competition between flying swords. Swordsmen sacrifice their own flying swords to fight with other people's flying swords, and can perform various sword-controlling techniques.

There are hundreds of sword cultivators in the alchemy stage participating in the sword fighting conference this time. Some sword cultivators are casual cultivators, some are disciples of cultivating immortal families, and even more are disciples of cultivating immortal sects.

Taiyi Immortal Sect also sent people to participate in this sword fighting conference, but Wang Qingshan did not recognize them.

An old man in blue robes in his early fifties stood on a bluestone arena. His face was ruddy and his eyes were calm and intimidating.

"I, Du Yunlong, welcome you all to participate in the sword fighting conference held by our Wanjian Sect. The sword fighting competition is a flying sword fight. Two pairs of duels are not allowed to hurt anyone. Violators will be severely punished without mercy. The top ten will receive generous rewards. No more nonsense, let’s draw lots and compete.”

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

Wang Qingshan drew the fifteenth lottery, and his opponent was a tall, thin, middle-aged man. The middle-aged man carried a red giant sword with four levels of elixirs.

The Sword Fighting Conference is a flying sword fight, which tests the swordsman's sword control skills and the quality of the flying sword.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Qingshan shrugged his right shoulder, and a crisp sword sound sounded. Five green flying swords flew out from the sword box Wang Qingshan carried on his back, hovering above his head.

Wang Qingshan's natal magic weapon is the green glass sword, and the sword fighting conference does not stipulate that he can only fight with his natal flying sword. Wang Qingshan plans to fight with five jade swords first. If he loses, it will not be too late to use the green glass sword.

The middle-aged man pinched the sword secret, and the huge red sword he carried flew out of the scabbard. With a pinch of the sword secret, one turned into ten, and ten turned into hundreds.

Soon, hundreds of red giant swords appeared above his head, each one gleaming and exactly the same.

Wang Qingshan pinched the sword technique, and the five jade swords simultaneously made a crisp sword sound, transformed into a large green sword shadow, and slashed at hundreds of flying swords.

Clang clang clang!

There was a muffled sound of metal colliding, hundreds of red giant swords and hundreds of cyan flying swords chopping together, the green and red lights blazing together, as brilliant as fireworks.

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

None of them showed their trump cards immediately, and most of them used the most basic sword-splitting skills to test their opponents' flying swords.

Some sword cultivators use magic power to transform flying swords into the form of monsters and attack the opponent's flying swords. Some sword cultivators use dozens of shining flying swords to transform into thousands of flying swords to attack the opponent's flying swords. Some swordsmen transform flying swords into disks and release large sword energy to attack.

For a moment, the sword light flashed on the arena, and all kinds of sword lights were blazing.

Wang Qingshan's sword technique changed, and hundreds of cyan flying swords quickly merged into one, turning into a cyan giant sword more than ten feet long, and rushed into the hundreds of red flying swords.

Clang clang clang!

There was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing, and a large piece of red flying sword was smashed to pieces by the giant cyan sword.

Not to be outdone, the middle-aged man pinched his sword skills, and hundreds of red flying swords quickly merged into one, turning into a huge red sword and came forward. 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 glow is flowing continuously.

The small red sword made a crisp sword sound, turned into a red rainbow about ten feet long, and struck the giant blue sword.

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

The small red sword's light 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 red flame appeared, slashing at the green giant sword menacingly.

Keng!

The cyan giant sword collided with the red giant sword, and immediately flew backwards. Taking advantage of the situation, it turned into five cyan flying swords, surrounding the red giant sword.

Sword array!

Wang Qingshan kept making seals with his hands, and the five green flying swords made a sword sound at the same time and started to rotate rapidly.

The wind was strong, and a green tornado emerged out of thin air, wrapping the red giant sword and rotating rapidly. The strong air flow caused the clothes of Wang Qingshan and the middle-aged man to swing.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and with a pinch of his sword, the red sword's light surged, turning into a red python with a waist as thick as a water tank, and it opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the green tornado.

Wang Qingshan sneered, his sword technique changed, and the cyan tornado turned into a rapid rotation. Countless cyan sword energy flew out of the cyan tornado and slashed towards the red giant python.

Boom!

There was a huge roar, and the red giant python recovered its body and turned into a red giant sword.

The middle-aged man's face turned cold, and he continued to use his sword skills. The red giant sword's light surged, turning into a red rainbow more than ten feet long, trying to smash the green tornado.

The size of the green tornado suddenly increased by more than three times, and the red rainbow involuntarily submerged into the green tornado and wandered around the outer wall.

There was a deafening roar, and the green tornado exploded and turned into five green 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, put away his flying sword without saying anything, and jumped off the ring.

Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, pinched his sword skills, and the five jade swords circled and flew back to the sword box.

Wang Qingshan jumped off the ring and watched the others fighting swords.

"Hey, it's him."

Wang Qingshan let out a light sigh, his eyes falling on a certain arena.

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

When Wang Qingshan met Cheng Zhenyu that year, he was deeply impressed by the news that he had sold the Wang Family Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire.

Cheng Zhenyu, who was on the second level of pill formation, used two two-foot-long red flying swords to release a large red sword shadow, slashing at hundreds of blue sword shadows.

The young woman in the blue skirt is at the third level of alchemy formation, and her cultivation level is higher than that of Cheng Zhenyu.

Cheng Zhenyu didn't seem to want to waste it anymore. With a pinch of the sword technique, the two red flying swords glowed brightly, turning into two red flying eagles about ten feet in size and pounced on hundreds of blue sword shadows.

The red flying eagle flapped its wings and blew out a powerful hurricane. The blue sword shadow touched the hurricane and flew out one after another.

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

Cheng Zhenyu's sword technique changed, and the two red flying eagles merged into one, more than doubling in size, and pounced on the giant blue eagle.

The red giant eagle and the blue giant eagle fought each other, and the blue giant eagle vaguely had the upper hand. However, after Zhenyu's sword technique changed, a large red flame appeared on the surface of the red giant eagle, and the blue giant eagle was touched by the red flame. The red flames spread quickly, and the giant blue eagle let out a painful cry.

The giant red eagle's light rose sharply, turning into a scorching red sun that was more than ten feet in diameter.

A loud "chichi" sound broke through the air, and hundreds of red flying swords flew out from the red sun and struck the giant blue eagle.

The giant blue eagle immediately returned to its original form and turned into three small blue swords, which fell to the ground with dim aura.

"Cheng Zhenyu wins!"

The referee loudly announced.

Wang Qingshan witnessed the whole process with a thoughtful expression on his face. He did not expect that Cheng Zhenyu was also a sword cultivator.