When the sword light danced in the square and nine people came out one after another, Zamao Xiaodao, who had been standing with his sword in his arms, moved. He shocked everyone with his movements. He spun around and turned into a whirlwind. The sword in his hand was plated with fine gold.
The lightning strike of the Taomu Sword made a sound as it fell, and after a few feints, it collided with Yang Kunpeng, who was the first to attack.
Yang Kunpeng is considered a leader among the disciples of the masters, otherwise he would not be Huang Pengfei's master. The wooden sword in his hand is made of iron birch. This kind of wood is extremely fine, three times harder than oak, and harder than ordinary
Twice as hard as steel, it is the hardest wood in the world. The Soviet Union once used iron birch to make rolling balls and bearings for use in speedboats. But now, Yang Kunpeng used it to make wooden swords to fight with the miscellaneous hairy paths.
Together.
The two of them were extremely proud of the swords in their hands, full of confidence. As a result, the sword tip and the blade collided together, making a crisp clanging sound, and the sound of dragon roars went straight into the sky. The onlookers nearby
The Maoshan disciples and elders couldn't help but widen their eyes. Some of them first cheered "good skills" in unison, and then even shouted in surprise: "What a sword!"
This sword is a good sword, and the man is also a top-notch person. He has been playing swordsman for many years. Although he is from the same school, his understanding of the sword in his hand is different, so the fight is quite good.
Wonderful, this kind of excitement is different from the dazzling TV performances, but has the beauty of a deep combination of mechanics and aesthetics. The light of the sword and the fluttering clothes make people hold their breath and be breathless with excitement.
Compared with the Iron Birch Sword and the Thunder Punishment, although the former is made of special materials, it is not comparable to the rare and rare fine gold, so it seems that the latter is better. However, this sword battle is not like a game card.
The comparison was simply about the weapon, but the hand that controlled the sword. In several confrontations with Yang Kunpeng, Zamao Xiaodao moved forward with determination and forced him to take two steps back. However, the swordsmen in the formation next to him took the swords in their hands.
They were handed over, some slashed the neck, some cut the hamstrings, some picked on the face, some poked the anus, all kinds of moves, all extremely cruel, but there was no trace of the ascetic's grace.
Being threatened by such a long sword, Zamao Xiaodao had already signed a life-or-death agreement to sell himself, so he did not dare to put too much trust in his opponent's kindness, so he pulled away and returned, swinging in a large arc, guided by the sword's edge, and
The overlapping long swords collided with each other, making a "ding-ding-ding" sound like broken jade, which was quite clear.
As soon as the opening confrontation was over, some people, including me, could see that the swordsmanship and cultivation of Zamao Xiaodao were generally one or more points higher than those of the swordsmen in the Nine-Nine Return to Origin Ceremony.
At this level, if these people were singled out for a one-on-one duel, I am afraid that few of them would be opponents on the street, and some would not even be able to hold on for three to two minutes.
However, the depressing thing is that these people have nothing to do every day, so they practice the Xiaosancai Formation and the Dasancai Formation. After hundreds and thousands of years of hard work and evolution, these formations have long been fully mature.
There are almost no excessive shortcomings or weaknesses, and with such changes and sword movements, these guys can know how to deal with and cooperate with their eyes closed. Their tacit understanding is no worse than that of Zamao Xiaodao and me. On one side is
There is a single protruding hairy path, and on one side is a nine-person formation with balanced strength. Even a fool can imagine that after a period of running-in, when this formation gradually exerts its power, the only one who is injured and defeated is this one.
The person who breaks into the battle.
And if any of the guys here had received some secret instructions and used some heavy-handed tactics, I'm afraid Zamao Xiaodao wouldn't even be able to make it out of the battle alive.
So when he came out and saw the nine people who made up the senior three talents formation, the senior brother's face was always dark, and he didn't look good at all.
In fact, no matter what we do, everyone needs to be able to live up to each other's face, and everything has a certain degree. Therefore, as a rule, for such a nine-nine return to the Yuan, it must be appropriate to have three generations of disciples who are one generation below Zamao Xiaodao come to form the Great Sancai Formation.
Some, and when Yang Zhixiu sent out his second-generation disciples headed by Yang Kunpeng, they were really bullying people, both in terms of love and etiquette.
You must know that for a junior talent formation of this level, even if an elder were to break the formation, he might not be able to escape completely.
The senior brother saw Zamao Xiaodao fighting hard in the formation. After a few seconds, he finally felt that he could no longer remain silent, so he stepped out and faced the elders who were walking together in front of the viewing platform, especially the one in the middle.
Yang Zhixiu raised his hands and said: "The speaker, Xiao Keming, is a second-generation disciple, and Yang Kunpeng, Hu Mingzhao, Gongzheng, Xu Yi and others are also second-generation disciples, and they are also among the best. It seems a bit too much to return to Yuan in such a ninety-nine year."
It's too difficult to deal with, Zhicheng begs the speaker and the elders to replace the candidates for this great trio and make a new selection!"
Hearing Senior Brother's sincere request, the seven elders above all showed different expressions. Some nodded secretly, while others showed mocking looks. Mei Lang touched his snow-white beard and smiled.
He said to the elder brother who was fighting against the injustice of the Zamao Trail: "Zhicheng, you are not as anxious as the emperor and the eunuch. Xiao Keming is the person favored by the master and is designated to return to the mountain gate. He must have extraordinary abilities.
Lin Zhongxiu stands tall and tall, and you look at him, he is full of power, he is working hard and without any concern for his own safety, and his face does not change when facing fellow apprentices like Kunpeng. He should be very confident. Don't worry, take another look..."
Seeing that the Zamao Trail was besieged by nine junior brothers of his generation, Elder Luo Yang also showed a look of unbearability on his face and said to Yang Zhixiu: "Junior brother, the arrangements at this time seem a bit harsh and cannot promote me.
What Zhicheng said about the Maoshan Sect's purpose of 'consolidating the foundation and cultivating righteousness' is not unreasonable. We are all from the same sect, so why do we have to be like those evil heretics who insist on dividing us to the death?"
The old woman with a flat nose next to me also chimed in and helped with some nice words.
Hearing the unbearable expressions on the faces of the people next to him, Yang Zhixiu weighed it up, sighed, nodded, and said that if everyone had objections to this arrangement, they could have raised it before signing the life and death certificate, and everything would have been easy to talk about then.
, and now that the test is already underway, something seems inappropriate. Everyone’s opinions need to be respected, but we also need to know what the parties involved think. Well, Brother Mei, please ask Xiao Keming for his opinion.
Does he want to end this test first and make arrangements after we discuss it?
Hearing Yang Zhixiu's words, Mei Lang rolled his eyes and understood what he meant. He raised his voice and cheered up, shouting at the people fighting in the field and asked: "Xiao Keming, are you scared? If so, we will give you
Arrange weaker opponents, the third generation disciples, the fourth generation disciples and even the babbling children in this game, you can choose at will, don't be polite to us, ah, hahaha..."
Mei Lang has been in the world for a long time, and has become proficient in all the three sects and nine streams. On the surface, he seems to care about Chun Chun's teachings. However, the expression behind the words is extremely contemptuous. He is facing three people in yellow clothes.
The Taoist besieging Zamao Xiaodao used his sword to deflect the attack of a bearded man in front of him. His expression changed several times, as if he was angered, and he seemed to be seriously considering Mei Lang's proposal.
To be honest, if it were me, at this critical moment of life and death, I would not care about the issue of face, and would shamelessly agree. A good man will not suffer the consequences of the moment. As for the future, let’s just take our time. There is no need to imitate that fool.
and Zamao Xiaodao's face was at least twice as thick as mine, so at that moment, I almost thought he was about to agree.
However, this guy didn't. He danced the Thunder Penalty in his hand so much that it almost flew up, forming a large whirlwind that was impervious to water. From the center of the sword shadow came an arrogant and unyielding sonorous sound.
: "Fuck you, when have I ever been afraid? Come on, come on, Elder Mei, if you feel that the swordsman you selected is not good enough, just go out and compete in person. I have no objection - kill him!"
Zamao Xiaodao shouted one sentence, and the spring thunder burst out of his tongue. The speed of the thunder suddenly doubled, and he stabbed towards the yellow Taoist who passed by him.
The Taoist had fought with him several times before, so he was not wary and raised his wooden sword to block the stabbing attack.
However, he never expected that a huge force would come from the sword, as if a bullet was coming, and he would be stabbed away by the sword, causing his body to fall seven or eight meters away. This "
The swordsman in the "ground" position was broken open, and someone stepped forward to block it. However, for a moment, there was a slight panic and the formation was unstable.
Stung by Zamao Xiaodao's arrogant words, Mei Lang was so angry that he jumped up, blew his beard and cursed: "What an arrogant boy. He thinks he has some abilities, but he really doesn't know how much he has."
How much is it worth? If such a person returns to the mountain gate, what use will he have?"
He was talking like this, and some people agreed, but there were also people who cast admiring glances at the miscellaneous people in the field. I saw the senior brother clenching his fists tightly. He was excited and proud, but also worried. His mood was extremely complicated.
, and I was more worried. At this moment, I already knew that the absent elder was the elder who was transmitting the power, Chen Qingren, Deng Zhendong, who was ill. I felt a little disappointed.
Because of the relationship, maybe he can stand up and say a few words to stabilize the situation and be beneficial to Zamao Xiaodao.
The battle was still going on. Although Zamao Xiaodao's sudden outbreak was astonishing, the formation was tight and his advantage was wiped out. Yang Kunpeng suddenly exerted his strength, taking advantage of Zamao Xiaodao's inability to dodge, and knocked out the sword in his hand.
The challenge flew away.
Looking at the thunder punishment falling in the air, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Zhixiu's mouth.
Are you finally...surrendering? It's a pity that I won't let you survive.
At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and Li Zefeng, the disciple next to Fu Jun, took the lead in shouting loudly: "Oh my god, flying sword!"