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In fact, Fang Ting was already sweating on his forehead at this time, and he was out of breath. After all, although his style of attack doubled its power, it was a great test for his physical strength to maintain so many phantoms and sword sounds.

Not only that, Fang Ting was even more surprised. Before this battle, he knew that his opponent was injured and could not exert his spiritual power. .Back then, Shu Lingjia was famous all over the city, it is not a lie.

Fang Ting was also struggling, until now, finally seeing Shu Lingjia gradually showing signs of decline.

Under the stage, Jing Feitong stood up all of a sudden.

On the other side of the air sect, many disciples who were paying attention to the situation of the battle also exclaimed.

With He Zizhuo in front of them, they didn't dare to show special concern for Shu Lingjia, but at this moment they couldn't hold back.

After someone exclaimed in surprise, they quickly covered their mouths, and secretly looked at the master who had been sullen since before, and seeing that he didn't respond, they quickly looked at the field again.

He Zizhuo remained calm, his fingertips had slowly gathered a little spiritual light.

Shu Lingjia's ability to fight Fang Ting to such a degree was actually far beyond his expectations, but according to He Zizhuo's estimation, Shu Lingjia should be at the end of his battle at this time.

Once he falls into Fang Ting's phantom formation, he will definitely consume a lot of energy, and He Zizhuo is ready to rescue him.

And at this moment on the stage, after Shu Lingjia laughed, he also realized that something was wrong with him. This emotion came out of nowhere, as if he was possessed by a ghost at that moment.

Shu Lingjia regained his composure, and swiped the hand holding the hilt of the sword down, clutching it on the blade. Blood gushed out, and his mind suddenly became clear.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly scanned the phantoms of the dancing demons around him, and then saw Jing Feitong standing there with a worried look on his face.

Seeing Shu Lingjia looking over, Jing Feitong quickly stretched his brows and nodded at him.

Shu Lingjia closed his eyes, he knew that at this moment, everyone's eyes must be on him, waiting for the result.

But when he saw Jing Feitong, he suddenly remembered the feeling when he comprehended the "Sword of Distracting Thoughts" in the secret realm.

Love is the spirit of human nature, born naturally, how can it be strengthened, how can it be forgotten?

The purpose of this technique of the Meiyin School is to disturb the mind of the swordsman, but if the heart remains ruthless and desireless, it is against the natural way. Since it cannot be defended, why not use your own feelings to dilute the interference from the outside world ?

Shu Lingjia suddenly realized.

Does he have "joy" in his heart?

Of course there is, why not, even though many unhappy things have been encountered nowadays, and the old people who were once cherished are either displaced or completely changed, but there are always some youthful and frivolous times that are engraved in the memory at the same time, which makes people think of it every time. Soft still.

Fang Ting's sword came again, the sound of the sword sounded like a sword striking each other, the broken silk was shattered, and the phantom also glared, with a ferocious face.

This time it is "hate".

Shu Lingjia didn't try to resist anymore. When the two swords intersected, he let his thoughts extend along the hatred induced by the opponent.

He thought of He Zizhuo's indifferent face, Jiang Rong's triumphant smile, and his mother's tears in his memory...

What he shouldn't have thought about, what he didn't want to think about, when he finally faced it directly, he also heard clearly the longing that had always existed deep in his heart.

Why do you want to cut through the thorns and thorns knowing that the road is dangerous? Why do you want to smash your head and bleed when you see the south wall?

Why do you practice painstakingly and want to have the ability to penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth and overlook all living beings?

If that's the case, you can no longer be at the mercy of fate and be powerless to resist, right?You can keep what you want to cherish, protect what you want to protect, and crush all injuries lightly.

It is all kinds of thoughts turned into one thought, this desire, urging people to hold the sword tightly, straighten their waist, and raise their heads.

Can't lose, must not lose!

Shu Lingjia felt that the meridians all over his body were warm, and the stagnant spiritual power began to swim again, and gradually gathered and attached to the sword.

If the clouds are flowing freely, if the raging waves are vast and rushing, if the rumbling thunder shakes the sky, if the mountains and mountains are moving one after another!

Under the flying sword light, Shu Lingjia jumped up, moving briskly, and looked straight at Fang Ting's face.

This sword is smooth and colorful, with smooth turns, and the brilliance is like frost, congealing on the edge of the sword, and even the wind, smoke and flowers are consciously gathered.

The weapons on both sides hadn't touched yet, Fang Ting already felt the difference in momentum, but he couldn't avoid it, so he could only raise his sword to meet it.

Amidst the roar, Shu Lingjia's aura surged under the sword, but Fang Ting was already very tired, and was suddenly thrown backwards!

Shu Lingjia closed his eyes and concentrated, his mind moved, and his sword moved. He thrust the sword straight into the ground, causing the earth's energy to surge, and in an instant, invisible sharp swords shot up into the sky. The phantom shattered.

Before Fang Ting had time to get up, he was hit hard twice. He fell down again clutching his chest, and didn't stand up for a long time.

The spectators were still discussing and analyzing the pros and cons just now, but at this moment, there was no sound from all around.

They were not completely shocked that Shu Lingjia could win in such a state, but they never expected that he would win so simply and suddenly.

Those people who were still pretending to regret saying "Shu Lingjia is dead" were embarrassed for a moment.

Could it be said that this is a genius?No matter what the situation is, it is impossible to be trampled underfoot.

Shu Lingjia held onto his sword hilt, looked at Fang Ting in front of him, and was still a little dazed for a moment.

Just now, the spiritual power he had dispersed for a long time seemed to be able to gather again!

Because of the previous serious injury, Shu Lingjia's spiritual veins were half disabled, and all the spiritual power could not be solidified in the sea of ​​​​qi in the dantian, so it was difficult to mobilize, but this time, he did not use the energy to walk around the body, but to understand the Tao with his heart. With all thoughts united, he found a new path for himself.

[Congratulations to the host for defeating Fang Ting, the protagonist's halo: +5%. 】

[The protagonist must have an indomitable will and a physique that can't be beaten no matter what, I hope you have it too! 】

Shu Lingjia leaned on the sword with bloody hands, and his chest was still heaving up and down, but the fatigue and exhaustion from the previous battle seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden.

Counting those who came back before, he has a total of 10% of the protagonist's aura, which can be recovered so quickly, and he can get 30% of the protagonist's aura if he wins the leader in the sword test competition, and there are currently 25% left.

Shu Lingjia took a deep breath, saw Fang Ting struggling in embarrassment, and fell down again, so he stepped forward and stretched out a hand to him.

Fang Ting was slightly stunned. After a while, he took Shu Lingjia's hand and stood up.

It wasn't until this time that the deacon disciples on the sidelines came back to their senses, and hurriedly announced loudly: "This game is over, the winner..."

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say "Ling Xiao faction", so he simply said directly: "Shu Lingjia!"

The surroundings were a little quiet, Jing Feitong let go of his tightly clenched hands, laughed, and was the first to applaud.

Because the hall master opened his eyes and told nonsense, the people from Biluo Palace obviously came here in a dignified manner, but they could only hide around and dare not show up. Seeing Jing Feitong clapped his hands at this moment, they quickly echoed among the crowd There were cheers.

The whole scene suddenly became lively.

First the disciples of the Lingxiao sect, and then one after another, unrelated people from other sects also cheered, and some even congratulated He Zizhuo.

He Zizhuo let go of his hand, dissipating the aura on his fingertips.

He said before that Shu Lingjia could leave as soon as he wanted, leaving the shelter of the sect and going out for a while, he should be sensible and grown up, knowing where is the safest place for him, and he has to come back sooner or later.

But at this moment, in a place without his own teaching, he has grown to such a level, which makes He Zizhuo feel a little unspeakable irritability while being surprised.

Two female disciples of the Meiyin Sect came to the stage and wanted to help Fang Ting go back. When one of the girls passed by Shu Lingjia, she smiled sweetly at him and said, "Brother, you are so handsome. Let me see it too." Look, have you ever been hurt?"

As she spoke, she wanted to touch Shu Lingjia's face.

Shu Lingjia watched her fingertips touch her face, and then turned her face slightly, just to avoid it, and said with a half smile: "Your brother is not here, you touched the wrong person."

He was half a head taller than the girl, with his hands behind his back like this, and he leaned slightly to look down, there was an unspeakable charm, the girl half-raised her hands, but forgot to put them down for a moment.

She was stunned before she came back to her senses, giggled, and was about to say something more, when Jing Feitong jumped onto the stage and walked towards this side, she also described it as handsome, elegant and coquettish.

The girl couldn't help but glanced at him more, and saw Jing Feitong also nodded to herself with a smile.

But although he had a slight smile on his lips and a gentle demeanor, there seemed to be an indescribable coldness in his eyes. The girl instinctively sensed the danger, so her expression froze, she paused, and didn't dare to say anything. Hastily stepped off the stage.

As if nothing had happened, Jing Feitong turned around and said to Shu Lingjia, "Congratulations to Mr. Shu on your victory. Are you tired? Go down and rest."

Just now when Shu Lingjia competed on the field, he didn't leave his eyes for a moment, knowing that the opponent should not be injured, but this is the first time in two years that he has successfully gathered all the spiritual power in his body, and it must have been a lot of loss.

Shu Lingjia nodded.

Jing Feitong knew how strong he was, so he lightly put his arms around him, as if he was dragging Shu Lingjia to step off the stage with him, but in fact, he supported him all the way down.

When she got to the seat, Shu Lingjia's legs softened, and she sat down all at once, without saying a word, she drank the water in the glass in one gulp.

While drinking water, he watched Jing Feitong take out the other hand behind his back, thinking that the other party was going to show him something rare, so he stared at it curiously, only to see Jing Feitong holding a mighty , on the side of the table.

Shu Lingjia touched it back, only to realize that he forgot to hold the sword just now.

The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed together.

Jing Feitong smiled and poured him another glass of water, and said, "If you win this match, I'm afraid you won't be able to make a name for yourself in the entire cultivation world again until tomorrow. How do you feel?"

"Impression?" Shu Lingjia raised his eyebrows, "I feel that Fang Ting's sword is much more exquisite than the three-legged cat you imitated!"

Jing Feitong smiled and said: "Indeed. I only know the superficial aspects of the moves, but I don't understand the mentality of the Meiyin School. I didn't expect to have such power. I am ashamed. But you also pushed him to the limit and let him use it." It's a trick, I don't know anything else, but those who bet in the casino, it is estimated that many of them will lose their money."

What Jing Feitong said is correct. In the past few days of the sword test conference, the winners and losers can always be determined in each session, but because of their respective reputations, the battle between Shu Lingjia and Fang Ting has attracted much attention since the beginning .

And they did not disappoint, playing the most exciting and unexpected game so far.

Shu Lingjia reversed the decline at a critical moment, and then won dramatically. He did not live up to his former reputation at all. Many people remembered his high-spirited appearance after he became famous in the first battle. They sighed that he was seriously injured and his genius was gone. All the arguments were suppressed.

In the casino, some people were ecstatic, while others were extremely annoyed.

But the details of this battle and the moves used by both sides were analyzed repeatedly by countless people who went back and closed the door, leading their disciples.

In the small courtyard where the Guiyi faction lived temporarily, the disciples who came to attend the sword test meeting gathered together, surrounded Lin Yue, Qi Guangya and others, all looking a little dignified.

In this first round of competitions, the Lingxiao faction had already won several games, among which Jiang Rong won even a disciple of the Guiyi faction, and Shu Lingjia also showed extremely exquisite swordsmanship, which made them have to pay attention to it.

The two sides have been at odds for a long time, and on this occasion, they both tried their best to overwhelm each other.

One wants to verify that the Guiyi faction has obtained the secret moves of the Lingxiao faction, so that they can get a bargain and become a top-notch; the other side wants to prove that everything is just the speculation of the Lingxiao faction, and the strength of the Guiyi faction never needs to be compared to others.

But looking at the overall record now, the Ling Xiao faction still has the upper hand.

Qi Guangya couldn't help but said: "What kind of evil fate is this? Before, Jiang Rong and Senior Brother Liu had a contest, and tomorrow Senior Brother Lin's opponent is the Xinzong of the Lingxiao School! We don't want to lose again."

The first round of the sword test will last for three or four days. Tomorrow's first match will be Lin Yue from the Guiyi faction against Wu Fengshi, a disciple of the Xinzong sect from the Lingxiao faction.

Lin Yue is the chief disciple of the Guiyi sect, so naturally he didn't say anything, and this Wu Fengshi is also a disciple personally handed down by the head of the sect, Zhou Qingqian.

After Jing Feitong, Xinzong belongs to him with the highest reputation, and the odds of the two in the casino are extremely tight, and so far they are still [-]-[-].

Before that, Jiang Rong had already defeated Liu Chong, and with Shu Lingjia's performance today, the Lingxiao faction's reputation has been greatly boosted. It is conceivable that if the Guiyi faction loses another game, the loser will still be Lin Yue. It's about to lose face.

Although Lin Yue lived in seclusion and rarely showed his abilities outside, his mastery of swordsmanship and purity of Taoist heart are things that everyone in this sect knows. After analyzing the swordsmanship of the Ling Xiao School, everyone was extremely fond of him. Don't worry, but after seeing Shu Lingjia's anti-killing process, he couldn't help feeling confused.

The members of the Guiyi faction gathered together to discuss.

Qi Guangya said: "I looked at Shu Lingjia's sword attack at the beginning, and he never collided with Fang Ting head-on. The rumor that his spirit veins were half-disabled should be true, but his last sword formation was very strange. It obviously needs a strong spiritual support. How can this be done? It can't be that his injury suddenly healed at that moment, right?"

A disciple said: "There is a saying that I don't know if I should say it or not. I think Shu Lingjia's swordsmanship does not seem to come from the Qi sect, but is very similar to their Ling Xiao sect's Xin sect."

He hesitated for a moment: "Have you seen the process of him suppressing the phantom with his own state of mind? All kinds of distracting thoughts are integrated into one, returning to the way of the sword, even a bit like...our...unifying swordsmanship..."

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Yue cautiously, and the voice behind him became smaller and smaller.

Because everyone present knew that Lin Yue's grandfather was the "traitor" who left the Lingxiao faction and joined the Guiyi faction with everything he had learned.

When this incident happened, the Lingxiao sect had not yet separated the Qi sect and the Xin sect, but there was already a faint disagreement in the sect on the cultivation of the mind. Grandpa Lin Yue advocated "entering the Tao with the heart".

Moreover, his thinking was very extreme, directly negating the "ruthlessness, desirelessness, and clear mind" advocated by most monks at that time, and believed that one should express one's emotions naturally instead of suppressing them forcibly.

For this reason, he even wrote a sword manual called "Sword of Distracting Thoughts".

Lin Yue once heard from his father that this sword manual was too unconventional, so it attracted a lot of criticism at that time. Many people regarded it as an evil way, and even caused disputes and crusades within the realm of comprehension.

In the end, his grandfather left Ling Xiao in a rage, and later came to Guiyi School by chance.

The most famous sword technique of the Guiyi School, "Wanjian Guiyi", was indeed improved because of him, but he didn't fully accept the "Sword of Distracting Thoughts", and finally Lin Yue's grandfather died in depression.

This is also one of the reasons why the Lingxiao faction always said that the Guiyi faction secretly learned their kung fu.

Because of the influence of his grandfather, Lin Yue also received a lot of ostracism and supercilious looks from the sect when he was young. In the end, he became the chief disciple by virtue of his own ability, and gradually gained his current status, which also made his character It's always been a bit extreme.

Lin Yue did not intend to inherit his grandfather's behest and carry forward that set of swordsmanship. On the contrary, he also regarded the sword with distracting thoughts as nonsense, and was ashamed that his ancestor had turned his back on the sect.

After all, if such an incident hadn't happened, his life would have been much smoother.

Of course, it was the Ling Xiao faction that Lin Yue hated the most. He came to the sword test conference this time, and he also wholeheartedly held the idea of ​​suppressing everyone. The brothers who knew him well knew that Lin Yue cared about these things. That's why the disciple just now was very careful when he spoke.

Lin Yue didn't lose his temper, but said lightly: "You're right, it's really similar. Otherwise, with Shu Lingjia's injury, he wouldn't be able to use Qizong Kungfu.

After he finished speaking, he sneered and said: "But if the Ling Xiao faction thinks that they can be complacent after winning two games by luck, it is a big mistake, and they need to make a good memory. Since Wu Fengshi If you are drawn to me, let him be used for surgery, as for Shu Lingjia and Jiang Rong, we will take it slowly one by one."

Jiang Rong didn't know that he was being targeted. Although he won well before, after Shu Lingjia's match, he immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. Jiang Rong's victory seemed insignificant up.

He quietly withdrew from the crowd, came to the back mountain, tried to gather his energy, then drew his sword and made a move towards the open space in front of him.

There was a bang, the bird startled the mountain, and a deep and long hole was cracked on the ground, but Jiang Rong's face became ugly.

——His level has regressed.

Before when he was competing with other people on the field, he still showed his supernatural power, but the moment Shu Lingjia won Fang Ting, Jiang Wei felt that his spiritual power was scattered, and he knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly found a place to try, It turned out to be the case.

Panic in his heart, he squatted by the river and washed his face to calm himself down, but looking at the reflection in the river, Jiang Rong even felt that his whole person seemed to have become "ugly".

His facial features and complexion have not changed, but there is always a hint of timid rusticity in his temperament, and he is not as easy to be liked as before.

He rubbed the bead on his wrist that had almost completely faded in color, and felt that the cracks on it were getting bigger and bigger. He was afraid that it would shatter soon, and said anxiously: "This, what should I do?"

The voice in the bead said coldly: "Trash."

It's obviously not his fault, but Jiang Rong didn't want to refute it. He was about to ask if there was a solution, but he heard someone behind him "Hey".

Jiang Rong turned his head and found that a young man was staggering towards him with his head on his head, so he gave him a hand and let him lean against the tree next to him.

The man said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you."

He has a soft and handsome appearance, but his face is pale, when the two met each other, Jiang Rong was stunned.

——He still had the impression that this person should be the young patriarch of the Qingqiu White Fox Clan called "Ming Xiao"!

At that time, Shu Lingjia pretended to be Ming Xiao, causing Jiang Rong to misunderstand, the conspiracy was revealed, and his reputation was almost ruined. The real Ming Xiao was in a coma at that time, and he didn't know Jiang Rong, but Jiang Rong remembered his face too much. locked up.

He still didn't know that the other party was no longer the young master of the fox clan, and he didn't care about others, so he just said, "It's okay."

Ming Xiao was quite annoying, took out a handkerchief, and said embarrassedly: "Master, can you bother me to soak this handkerchief for me, so I can wipe my face."

Jiang Rong was helpless, so he rolled up his sleeves and took the handkerchief, helped him to the river to soak it, and handed it to him when he came back.

Ming Xiao glanced at his wrist when he lowered his head, then took the handkerchief, and after wiping his face, he seemed to be in better spirits, and said sincerely: "Thank you so much, what's your name, son? I don't think you're in the same mood. Great, if you encounter any difficulties, I can also help you."

Jiang Rong thought to himself, you Qingqiu are all with Shu Lingjia, what can I ask you for help?

He waved his hand and said: "It's just a matter of raising your hands, you don't have to worry about it. Then you can take a good rest, I'm leaving."

Ming Xiao smiled and didn't stop him, he relaxed his body and leaned against the tree, watching Jiang Rong leave.