Chapter 196: The sword has been sworn and there will be no return [Additional update 12 for the alliance of soots falling sadly]
Cloud weapon spectrum, ranked among the top three.
Ningxue Sword, Rui Qianshan.
He's really here!
"Excuse me. I'm not the emperor." I
only heard Lord Jian's faint words, and then the sword energy filled the sky, and he suddenly put it away. He was dressed in white clothes like snow, just like the solitary peak with thousands of feet of ice and snow that has not melted for thousands of years.
Then he floated down, landed in the middle of the front bleachers, and sat down.
There is a row of big chairs in this row of stands, but no one has sat on them from the beginning. They have always been empty, but they are cleaned and wiped every day.
At this moment Master Jian came, and the chairs were finally filled with people.
The heads of the Tianren Martial Academy, as well as the leaders of the Zhengbei Headquarters and Tiandu Guarding Hall, sat down one by one.
Watching the first grade competition on the stage with full attention.
Just like this year's martial arts competition, it is worth watching and you can learn a lot from it.
The referee also came into his own.
He said loudly: "The world's martial arts competition, the first-year competition, the first game, Baiyun Wuyuan Ding Juran versus Tianren Wuyuan Shen Changshan! Invite the generals of both sides to come on stage!" Ningxue Jian sat on the chair mountain,
frowning .
It feels like watching a play.
I felt helpless.
Ningxuejian was confused now.
What's so exciting about a competition between a bunch of students from the martial arts academy?
I really can’t understand why Master Jiu asked me to come and accept a named disciple?
I am such an awesome person, can I just accept a registered disciple?
But there is no way, Master Jiu really can't afford to offend him.
Ning Xuejian's eyes were filled with helplessness, sleepiness, and listlessness. Hey, when I defeat that guy Xue Fuxiao, I should be able to stand up in front of Master Jiu.
No one dared to shout in the entire venue, and there was silence.
As soon as Master Jian came, the cold demeanor all over his body shocked everyone.
Moreover, everyone could vaguely feel that Master Jian didn't seem to be very happy.
The big leaders around him are trying their best to get close to each other, but Lord Jian is like a piece of ice that refuses to melt, showing no pretense at all.
Little did he know that the aloof Master Jian was cursing in his heart at this moment: "I'm so annoyed, I'm so annoyed! It's like a swarm of flies, buzzing..."
In full view of everyone.
Shen Changshan took a deep breath and came out with his sword.
On the opposite side, Ding Juran also walked out with an air of isolation and indifference.
Unlike Shen Changshan who was excited about being able to fight with the sword in front of Master Jian, Ding Juran felt calm in his heart.
He knows that no opportunity will be his.
He just wanted to do more for the martial arts academy while he could still make himself happy.
Or I don’t know when, I’ll die.
I know my life will not last long.
Looking at Shen Changshan, who was full of fighting spirit, he was completely opposite to the opposite, Ding Juran, who was completely silent, separated from the whole world, and lonely.
Ning Xuejian's eyes couldn't help but focus on Ding Juran.
He felt something was different.
The sharpness in this young man's bones seemed to be somewhat similar to his own.
It’s just that this character...this withdrawnness, and the will to die in him, why are there so many?
I couldn't help but become interested.
Shen Changshan stood tall, holding the long sword behind him with one hand, and saluted with the other: "Brother Ding, please."
Ding Juran held the scabbard in his left hand, slowly drew the sword with his right hand, held the sword across his chest, made a sword salute, and said indifferently: " Please!"
Phew!
Clang!
One draws his sword, the other draws his scabbard.
In an instant, the two swords thrust out at the same time like poisonous dragons, and then rolled into a ball, attracting everyone's attention.
Fang Che sat in the stands.
I still think about the time when Ningxue Sword appeared, that sword energy was shining like sunshine across the sky.
Is it to show off?
Fang Che doesn't think so.
No matter how much Ningxue Sword likes to show off, he will never be this low-level. And that kind of charm can be pondered.
Fang Che closed his eyes and imagined Ningxue Sword appearing.
Appear on the stage, with sword energy in all directions.
The body blocks the sun.
Sword energy and sunshine are combined.
This...
is clearly a display.
Silently imparting a kind of sword intention, or sword power!
It was a kind of brilliant sword power that emerged from the sun and illuminated all directions!
Fang Che couldn't help but feel drunk.
Sure enough, there are benefits to following big people. They are always thinking about nurturing the next generation.
And something like the Ningxue Sword is even more direct. Appearance is the teaching. Once you understand, you will understand. How much you understand depends on your ability and opportunity.
But if you can't see it, you can't see it.
You understand, you don’t need to thank me; you are so stupid that you only see pretense, and that’s your business too.
A master behaves in a unique way.
Fang Che sighed in his heart and began to slowly understand.
Ningxue Jian, who was sitting on the chair, was watching Ding Juran draw his sword intently. Suddenly he felt something strange, and the sword energy in his heart jumped slightly.
It seems that there is sword intent, stimulating Qi?
I couldn't help but be surprised.
Could it be that this time he appeared, a swordsman genius really understood something?
Without making a move, his spiritual consciousness wandered out and headed towards the direction where the induction came from.
Fang Che was concentrating on his thoughts.
There was a sudden movement, as if he was touched.
Subconsciously catching it, he suddenly felt a brilliant sword intent, going straight to the center of his eyebrows, and with a bang, it was like a sun appeared in his consciousness. The sun covered with swords!
The sword light and sword energy were brilliant and brilliant, shining outwards into the starry sky.
There is no limit to reach!
Fang Che was overjoyed, knowing that Master Jian must have sensed him, and released a trace of sword energy. He hurriedly concentrated on sensing it, and slowly fell into trance.
A smile appeared on the corner of Ning Xuejian's mouth.
Quietly cut off the connection between this sword energy and himself. Leave it there.
"It should take three days to comprehend, and it will disappear after three days. It depends on your luck."
Ningxue Jian suddenly felt that he was in a happy mood.
This time, with this harvest, it is considered a worthwhile trip.
So I started to really pay attention to the battle on stage.
As for the remaining sword energy, there is no need to worry about it.
The cloud masters around him knew nothing about the changes in the dark. But he felt signs of melting of the ice and snow on Master Jian's body.
It seems that Master Jian was very happy to see these two students fighting swords?
Suddenly everyone became excited.
You must know that it is Shen Changshan who has the upper hand on the stage now. Students from Tianren Martial Arts Academy!
Could it be that Master Jian has a crush on Shen Changshan?
When I thought about it, I became even more excited and almost jumped up.
On stage.
Shen Changshan drew his sword with all his strength, thinking only of showing off his most perfect swordsmanship talent, and suppressed Ding Juran.
Ding Juran's sword in his right hand flew up and down, trying desperately to withstand the opponent's attack.
Resisting the impulse of the sword bone in his left hand.
The sword was slanted, and although it was at a disadvantage, every sword was extremely sharp.
"Although Shen Changshan's sword is still a little immature, it already has the majesty in it." The
head of Tianren Wuyuan said with a smile.
Facing forward and watching the competition, he didn't know who he was talking to.
But there were naturally compliments beside him: "What the mountain chief said is that this child is said to be practicing the King's Sword. He has already gained some knowledge of this majestic bearing and glorious power." Ningxue Jian showed a hint of sarcasm on his face and said lightly
. : "I don't understand the sword." As soon as
this sentence came out, everyone felt speechless, and their faces looked like they had been slapped.
In just one sentence, the chatter ends.
You are recognized as the number one swordsman in the world. You say you can’t understand swords?
So what are we talking about?
Suddenly, everyone's faces were full of sarcasm.
Ningxue Jian snorted and said: "In my heart, a sword is a sword! A sword is not a gentleman, let alone a king. A sword is a sword. It is just a sword. It can only be a sword. A killing weapon!"
After saying that, he stopped talking.
In fact, there was something he didn't say in his heart: Sword, if the sword in Shen Changshan's hand is trying his best to imitate the aura of a king, then the sword opposite Ding Juran is really a sword.
Every sword shot carries a sense of death.
No return without blood!
It's a pity that this kid still understands too little sword intention.
My horizons have not been opened.
The battle on the stage became increasingly fierce, and Ding Juran was already at a complete disadvantage.
The gap in realm, the gap in strength and cultivation is too obvious.
He is a whole level behind his opponent, and the opponent is also a genius with profound knowledge, so things like leapfrogging battles cannot happen here.
You can only fight head-on.
However, perhaps what even Ding Juran, Mo Ganyun and others did not realize was...the fighting resilience of the five of them, especially their fighting spirit when they were at a disadvantage, and their tenacity when facing the opponent's overwhelming advantage...
but Much stronger than others.
Much, much stronger!
If it were any other martial arts student, they would have been defeated long ago when they were at such a disadvantage, but they could still hold on.
Li Changkong and others in the audience knew it very well: firstly, Baiyun Martial Arts Academy focused more on actual combat training, while Tianren Martial Arts Academy focused more on cultivation and progress; this was the result of the different policies of the two martial arts academy.
In other words, one school focuses on performance, while the other advocates social practice.
Therefore, the students of Tianren Martial Arts Academy have high cultivation level, while the students of Baiyun Martial Arts Academy are strong in stress resistance.
Li Changkong had no doubt that if it had been a life-and-death fight, Baiyun Martial Academy would have already won. But this is a competition, and it is inevitable to fall into a disadvantage if your cultivation is weak.
The second reason is that Fang Che's heavy pressure on Mo Ganyun and the others has had an effect!
Especially Fang Che's heavy pressure with evil spirit gave Ding Juran and others super resilience.
And... the power to fight in a death realm that is impossible for students of the same level!
The more he thought about it, the more pity Li Changkong and others felt.
Fang Che... What a pity for this talent! If you didn't come to participate in the competition, how could the top spot in this grade fall to another family?
Ding Juran fought hard and tried his best to hold on, with some blood splattering on his body.
Multiple injuries.
But he never gave up, not even the slightest change in his face or eyes.
There were more and more scars, and his clothes were soaked with blood, leaving almost no empty space.
But he still didn't give up.
"Get down!"
Shen Changshan shouted loudly, and had already forced Ding Juran to the edge of the ring. With a flash of his sword, he suddenly formed an overwhelming force and pressed towards Ding Juran!
Crush!
Forced out of the arena!
Just then.
Ningxuejian's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at it with all his attention.
I saw Ding Jingran shouting loudly on the stage.
The left sword came out of its scabbard.
At the same time, the sword in his right hand magically appeared in his left hand, and a sword thrust out from the side of his body!
With a sword coming out, his clothes were all rustling and his black hair was dancing wildly!
Left-handed sword!
The angle of this sword is sharp and brutal!
And that kind of innate sword bone sword energy was suddenly and vividly displayed.
This sword was like a flash of light that stunned the night sky.
Arrogance is born, and the sword will never return!
(End of chapter)