Meng 49 sword

In the eighth round of the first round, Gushan Jiange Youqiong played against Guanghuamen Lu Ming.

With Chen Boyan's good start as a foreshadowing, there was a lot of attention on this battle. Many monks came from other terraces after hearing the news, ready to see the style of Jiange.

Tu Youqian swallowed nervously, if he lost here, it would be a big loss.Fortunately, he broke through the second level of the big realm, which is really lucky.

Dai Xiaoshan and the others also stopped playing around, and stared at the competition between the two with good eyes, sweating for Tu Youqiong in their hearts.Dai Xiaoshan paid more attention to the expressions of the people around him, and frowned slightly.

The big brother's match raised everyone's expectations too high. If you lost in vain, or won with difficulty, it would be hard not to let people feel that "this person is only mediocre".It's not that senior brother should deliberately hold back, his domineering talent in the field of fighting weapons cannot be concealed, the current problem is that his opponent, Tu Youqian, has defeated him before...

Guanghuamen is just a middle-level sect with a little reputation, and it is more than inferior than inferior.Lu Ming doesn't have any bright spots, but he has a solid foundation, he can attack and defend, and this is exactly the type that Tu Youqi is not good at dealing with.So in the fight a day ago, he was a little more impatient than Tu Youqiu who had already fought twice, and lost to Lu Ming's men.

But now, Tu Youqiong stood in front of Lu Ming again.

"Brother, come on!" Xiao Yu'er shouted.

Tu Youqiong glanced back and shook his fist vigorously at him. Dai Xiaoshan, Song Ru and the others couldn't help but smile with the heroic expression of carrying a hoe to the battlefield.

Why do they think so much, their juniors can't hold so many devious ways in their hearts.

"Come on!" Tu Youqiong sacrificed his natal sword, he thought very simply - he has improved his cultivation, he is no longer the same as yesterday's Tu Youqiong, he wants to knock down the person in front of him, it's as simple as that.

Lu Ming didn't despise him because he won once. He still manipulated the flying sword to defend cautiously and did not attack recklessly.There is no such thing as vain, the two natal swords are only half the size of ordinary swords, and they are facing each other in mid-air with a glimmer of light.

Dai Xiaoshan thought that Tu Youqi had learned his lesson this time, so he observed slowly.But he still ignored the nonsensical level of Wu Youyou, the small sword with a cyan gleam was not defending, it was attacking!

Everyone watched in amazement as the small sword suddenly trembled and a phantom appeared, and then the phantom turned into a new sword, but again and again.

Only youqian put his hands in front of his chest, his fingers fluttered and his vitality surged, and the excitement in his eyes spread rapidly.Everyone can see clearly, he just opened the big one directly!

Luo weaves sword feathers!In the seventh form of the Gushan Sword Art, nearly half of the energy in the body was condensed to condense several natal swords at the same time, and then Youqiong waved his sleeves, "Go!"

With four handles, Yitu Youqian's current ability can condense a total of four natal swords.Although the sword existed for a very short time and it was not easy to control, but Tu Youqiong did it, he could only condense three before!

Tu Youqiong was very happy, the young man was in high spirits, as if he had completely forgotten that he was still competing at this time.

But Lu Ming did not forget that he thought that Tu Youqi, who had experienced a failure once, would be more cautious, so he followed suit.But who knew that the opponent made such a big move as soon as he came up!

Fortunately, Lu Ming was originally on the defensive.

He quickly stabilized his mind, Yuan Li surged out from the palm of his hand, and merged into the natal sword through the air to build an invisible arc barrier.Between the lightning and the flint, countless flying swords came one after another, one of them had pierced into the barrier, and was buzzing as if it was about to tear the barrier apart.

But the three handles in the back were blocked outside, and the tip of the sword pressed against the barrier and was in a stalemate with it.

"Oh." Tu Youqiong patted his head in frustration. There were too many four swords, and he couldn't fully control them for a while, so there was such an obvious difference in speed.

blocked?The onlookers were talking about it, they were really frightened by Vain Youqiong's aggressive actions as soon as he came up, but now that the two sides are confronting each other, it is uncertain who can last longer.

"It's too impatient to be poor." A trace of worry flashed across Song Ru's stern face.

Chen Boyan said, "Look again."

Xiao Yu'er raised her head and tried to distinguish the expression of the senior brother, and then turned her head to look at Tu Youqiong. Does the senior brother mean that senior brother Youqiong can win?

At this time, Tu Youqiong was still expending mana in an attempt to break through Lu Ming's defense. If he continued, his Yuan power would be exhausted before Lu Ming.However, just when everyone thought that this round would be a one move to determine the outcome, Tu Youqiong suddenly changed his move.

The three natal swords that came later suddenly retreated, breaking away from the confrontation.Then, under everyone's suspicious eyes, he slammed into the first natal sword that had already penetrated into the barrier!

"Crack!" That was the sound of the barrier breaking.

The three natal swords pierced into the crack created by the first one at the same time, breaking through the barrier without any fanfare like chiseling a wall.In an instant, the light on the sword soared, and the first sword collapsed in the aftermath of the brute force of the last three swords and the rupture of the barrier, and the strong wind blew the hair of Lu Ming's temples.

Lu Ming moved his right foot back to stabilize his figure, and the sword formula in his hand changed several times, and it was not unpleasant to deal with it.

But he is fast, and he is also fast.The moment the barrier broke, he knew that Luo Zhijianyu's move was over, and the remaining three swords were in danger. As long as Lu Ming made a random move, they might be scattered.

But he still does not retreat.

Holding his right hand, the three swords condensed into one at the moment of Lu Ming's counterattack, and he raised his hand and said emotionally, "Look at the move!" The small blue sword met Lu Ming's silver sword on a narrow road.

The battle is fierce, and the stalemate that they first met is no longer there.The two swords clashed several times between their fingers, like two streamers of light flying, it was dizzying to see.

"Landa." Mu Guinian suddenly said in a deep voice.

Nanta does not refer to Tu Youqi's Nanta, but refers to the collective name of his moves—seemingly disorderly, one strike east and one strike west, but it is actually a complete move.

NANTA is an original move created by a senior of the Gushan Jiange 200 years ago, and it has not been included in the Gushan Sword Art.This senior has a nickname, Crazy Sword, because he always has no rules in fights, and throws out sword moves in a single-minded manner, beating indiscriminately, but he always wins inexplicably.

Jiange is famous for its Gushan Sword Art, but Crazy Sword stands alone, but Jiange's disciples are all following the orthodox path, and they really can't learn this crazy move, so "Nanta" is gradually shelved.

Chen Boyan didn't expect that Tu Youqi would learn this, he must have learned it secretly, and only learned it on a sham, six or seven out of ten it is useless.The energy was wasted in vain, but it didn't achieve the desired effect.

But even so, it was surprising.

"Junior Brother Poor... that's fine." Dai Xiaoshan's eyes brightened slightly.

Song Ru nodded, "However, this Lu Ming is weird."

Dai Xiaoshan could also see it, "When he fought with his junior brother that day, he just entered the second level of great realm, but today he has passed the initial stage and entered the soul-entry stage."

After a pause, Dai Xiaoshan pondered for a while, "How many bowls of braised lion heads did he eat?"

"Pfft..." Chen Boxi couldn't help laughing, and poked his head out from beside Chen Boyan to look at him, thinking that the brothers in Jiange were very interesting.It's obviously a doubtful thing, but he said it so amusingly, it's so fun.

Xiao Yu'er listened to it, worrying in her heart, "Brother, come on!"

Qinggu patted his head, and said loudly: "Senior sister will reward you with a bowl of lion's head if you win the battle. There are poor juniors!"

"Really!" Tu Youqiong glanced back in the midst of his busy schedule, and when he saw Aunt Qing smiling and nodding, he suddenly felt full of strength all over his body.After eating two lion's heads last night, his cultivation has increased by a bit, so if he eats another bowl, won't he be able to beat all the invincible hands in Dabi, and Xiaoshan will bow his head in the new year?

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The onlookers looked at each other in blank dismay, why did this guy get more and more crazy as he beat him?sucker Punch?Lu Ming couldn't express his suffering.

At first, he also thought that Tu Youqiong was just a gambler.But gradually, Lu Ming clearly felt that Tu Youqiu's aura was getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure on himself was also increasing, and the power of his sword moves was increasing day by day.But he himself became more and more restrained because he had to keep avoiding Tu Youqi's disorderly beatings. Under the changing conditions, perhaps Tu Youqiong could really knock him down before his energy was exhausted.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming's heart sank slightly.He received the benefits and his cultivation base skyrocketed, but the price he had to pay was to knock down Tu Youqiong.If not, his trip to the Grand Competition would probably come to an end here.

No, absolutely not.

Lu Ming became more and more cautious. Yin Jian wanted to get rid of Tu Youqi's random beating several times, but Tu Youqi became more and more excited as he fought.

Hit, hit, hit!Regardless of 21 [-], just hit it!

"Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!" The crowd exclaimed, this Junior Brother of Gushan Jiange really didn't care about the fight, even rushing out this move, not afraid of the Yuanli taking time to break the natal sword.

Lu Ming tried his best to block it, but he forgot that his cultivation had skyrocketed, and he did not stand still even though he was poor.The leap of a big realm brought about the rapid expansion of the sea of ​​consciousness in the dantian, and the energy stored in the body of Wuyouqian was at least twice that of before.

More importantly, he is a disciple of the Gushan Sword Pavilion, and he is practicing the first-class sword tactics of the Gushan Sword Art. The sea of ​​consciousness he has opened up is much larger than that of ordinary monks.

Strong foundation?Solid foundation?No matter how deep and solid it is, how can it compare to the disciples carefully cultivated by Jiange!

The moment he figured it out, a drop of cold sweat fell down Lu Ming's forehead.He gritted his teeth and immediately switched from offense to defense.If he can't win in other aspects, then he can only use his rich experience to defeat him.

The battle became more and more intense, the onlookers couldn't take their eyes off, and the spectators in the tower also turned their attention to Tu Youqi and Lu Ming.

This place is full of elders with profound cultivation, and their eyesight is not comparable to that of terrace monks, and it only took a while to see the routines of NANDA.

Weng Xiaoli nodded appreciatively, "Brother Tang, you are a good little apprentice."

"Where is it? It's just a little bit naughty, and always doesn't seek to make progress." Tang Li laughed, with a humble mouth and a proud face.

However, Chen Wujiu cast his curious eyes on Meng Qiqi, who was separated from him by a person, he was more interested in the little uncle in Gushan than the young man who seemed to have no hair yet.

If he remembered correctly, Chen Boyan wanted to join him at first.

At this time, Tu Youqiong's contest finally came to an end, Lu Ming lost but Tu Youqiong narrowly won, just as Dai Xiaoshan had expected at first.

The only difference is the reaction of the monks watching the battle.

At the end of the competition, the monks saw the way and looked at Tu Youqi with admiration.So even though it was a narrow victory and the match took a long time, he still received warm applause when he left.

"Amazing, probably only a little worse than me!" Chen Boxi praised him without hesitation, but the words of the compliment were more like complimenting himself, making others dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Wang Changlin turned his head to congratulate Tang Lidao with a smile, probably only Meng Qiqi, who had been paying attention to him, saw the gloomyness in his eyes.

Meng Qiqi remained calm and continued to watch the battle.

In the next round, there will still be Jiange disciples on stage.

The steward glanced at the nameplate on the bulletin board, and shouted loudly: "The next match, Jiange Dai Xiaoshan of Gushan Mountain will face Shen Qingya of Tianmu Mountain!"

The voice fell, and the crowd was passionate.

Jiange versus Tianmu Mountain, if you don't care about the decline of Jiange, this will be the supreme battle among the immortal sects.But the two protagonists in the final competition were surprised, and there was helplessness in their eyes.

Gushan Jiange's luck is too bad.

What is even more unpredictable is that Jiange's bad luck continued until the fourth player came on the field.Dai Xiaoshan played against Shen Qingya, no matter how good he was, he couldn't compare to Senior Brother Tianmushan, so he lost.

The fourth player to play was Xiao Yu'er, who played against Zhong Wu, a disciple of one of the twelve guests from the South Island.Zhong Wu once spoke for Jiange in the Chanhua Tower, and he is well-known in the Xianmen, but he is younger than most people here.

But no matter how young he is, can he be younger than Xiao Yu'er?

The boy of twelve or thirteen stood in front of him, clasped his fists in salute, and said in a milky voice that hadn't faded: "Xiao Yuer hereby asks senior brother for advice, I hope senior brother will be merciful."

Look, what an obedient little doll, Zhong Wu is reluctant to do it.

But no matter how reluctant, this is a big competition, and Zhong Wu will not let go of any chance to win the first prize.

The two sides greeted each other and each sacrificed their natal weapons.

Zhong Wu's is a long knife, which looks like a Miao knife, which is a rare type in the fairy sect full of sword cultivators, so everyone took a second look.But when Xiao Yu'er's weapon was sacrificed, no one had the thought to look at Miao Dao again.

Xiao Yuer's weapon is too rare, it is a bow, a black bow.

Bows and arrows are actually not uncommon, but most of them are used by monks as an auxiliary tool, and few people regard it as their natal weapon.Because of the master's tricks, you will never have a chance to shoot arrows.

But a bow appeared here, and the person holding it was a disciple of Jiange.