"I declare that Linghu Chong of the Huashan faction wins!"
"The next match is a battle between Dugu Ming in Wushuang City. Hengshan sent rice as a righteous cause and invited contestants from both sides to come on stage..."
"Wushuang City Dugu Mingsheng wins!"
"Next game..."
…
After five or six competitions in a row, most of the players have already distinguished themselves.
This competition for the top ten is all about the face of the sect. All the disciples of each sect are working hard. The swordsmanship of each sect collides with each other, and all their trump cards are revealed, in order to be in the top ten.
Yan Sanniang was lucky enough to meet Yilin from the Hengshan Sect. She was considered the weakest among them.
Yan Sanniang used Xiao Ni's sword technique to win easily without even using her sword power.
Ding Aofu saw this scene and was so angry in his heart!
How come such a good thing has not happened to her?
Fortunately, Liu Wen was eliminated by Mingyue of Wushuang City, and Ding Aofu felt a little better and felt a little more balanced.
Hum! I can’t beat this bright moon, and neither can you Liu Wen!
On the Qingcheng faction's side, except for Zhu Youji who had not yet played, the other three were all eliminated. One met Linghu Chong, one met Aozheng, the young master of Sword Worship Villa, and the other met the Huashan faction. The sword of the Jian Zong does not regret.
Two are at the peak of level seven, and one is at level eight.
All we can say is that the Qingcheng faction is really unlucky.
When meeting other people, these three members of the Qingcheng faction still have a chance to give it a try.
But if we encounter such powerful people, there is nothing we can do.
"The next match will be between Qingcheng faction Yu Renyan and Huashan faction Jian Wuyou."
"Please invite contestants from both sides to come on stage..." Aotian said loudly.
In the audience, Zhu Youji moved his body, smiled lightly, and said: "It's finally my turn... I'm from the Huashan Sword Sect again, which is quite interesting!"
Yun Zhiming and Lei Geming, two elders of the Qingcheng Sect, looked at each other with complicated emotions in their eyes. Neither of them spoke. They knew Zhu Youji's strength very well.
This is a grandmaster!
How could he not be able to defeat the juniors of the Sword Sect?
All I can say is that this old man had better restrain himself and stop beating people to death.
"Don't worry, it won't be long. Like Yu Renhao, you will become a stepping stone for the comeback of our Huashan Sword Sect..."
Suddenly, an unruly voice came from the Huashan Sect camp not far away.
Zhu Youji turned around and saw the handsome Jian Wuyou, his eyes full of teasing and playfulness, looking at him with a sneer, as if a child saw a toy that he could handle at will.
Zhu Youji also laughed. As a villain, the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty, and the legitimate son of Concubine Wan Gui, he hadn't felt provoked in a long time?
Especially the frontal provocation from the ants?
Sure enough, pretending to be someone else is really fun!
"Weak people always talk nonsense."
Zhu Youji said these words lightly, and then jumped up onto the martial arts stage.
"Um?"
Jian Wuyou's originally rebellious and arrogant face suddenly froze. He twitched the corners of his mouth, and the amusement in his eyes turned into murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and murmured: "Yu Renyan, I changed my mind. You succeeded in irritating me, you are dead..."
Jian Wuyou jumped up, his sword energy flowing horizontally, and landed hard on the ring with a 'bang' sound. He threw the scabbard out, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand, stared at Zhu Youji, and said coldly : "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Zhu Youji ignored the middle school boy and turned to look at Aotian, waiting for him to speak.
Aotian glanced at Jian Wuyou indifferently and said, "The competition begins!"
After speaking, Zhu You drew out his long sword without haste, looked at Jian Wuyou with an indifferent and indifferent look, and said, "I told you, you talk too much nonsense."
"What did you say..."
Jian Wuyou was furious and opened his mouth to curse, but before he finished speaking, he found that Zhu Youji's figure had disappeared, and the field of vision in front of him was constantly rotating and upside down...
"Crack!"
He heard the sound of an object falling to the ground, and the rotating and upside-down scene finally stopped. He saw his headless body. His eyes widened, filled with confusion and horror.
quick!
too fast!
He didn't even see the light of this sword?
How could there be such fast swordsmanship in this world!
"puff!"
From the head of the headless corpse, rich blood spurted out, like a bloody fountain, dripping with blood, and fell straight down.
Jian Wuyou is dead!
Zhu You put away his sword calmly, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword blade with a white cloth. After wiping it, he threw it onto the ring and turned around to leave.
Aotian looked at Zhu Youji's movements, raised his eyebrows, and announced: "The winner is Qingcheng Sect Yu Renyan."
Zhu Youji returned to the Qingcheng faction's camp.
The whole place was silent and silent.
Feng Buping and Cong Buqi in the Huashan faction had gloomy faces. They looked at Jian Wuyou's body on the field and no one said a word.
That sword was too fast!
Even if they are unprepared, they may be decapitated by a sword!
Why has no one ever heard of this kind of fast sword?
When did the Qingcheng Sect produce such a young swordsman?
"Chong'er, you just saw a sword, did you see it clearly?" Ning Zhong looked seriously and asked in a low voice.
Linghu Chong nodded, shook his head, and said: "Master's wife, I can see the sword clearly, but I feel that he did not use his full strength. This sword alone cannot represent his strength."
"Yes, Chong'er, you are right." Ning Zhong nodded in agreement and said: "However, with just this sword, he has no opponent below the eighth level."
"Chong'er, if you meet this person later in the competition, you must be careful."
"Yes, Master Wife, I understand." Linghu Chong nodded, his original bohemian expression calmed down, and his expression became extremely serious.
Based on Linghu Chong's judgment, if this person can only use this kind of fast sword a few times, there is still a way to deal with it.
But if you can keep using it, then you can only use that move...
Since it can't match his speed, it will defeat his swordsmanship!
On the ring, Aotian stood with his hands behind his back, thinking back to Zhu Youji's sword just now!
It is as bright as a shooting star, the sword light is restrained, the sword energy is condensed on the sword body, the movements are clean and concise, without any unnecessary movements!
It’s just a stab in basic swordsmanship!
In the hands of this person, there is such a strong power!
The sword intention and sword power were not revealed at all, just pure speed and the purest power.
This is the ultimate swordsmanship!
The Qingcheng faction is coming out!
With such a terrifying talent, if given time, he might be able to surpass the Grand Master and become the overlord of one party!
If this kind of person cannot be used by Sword Worship Villa, it would be better to destroy him!
On the other side, the Wushuang City camp.
The young city lord of Wushuang City, Dugu Ming, had restrained his usual teasing and playful smiles, and his expression was serious and thoughtful. He seemed to be shocked by the sword strike just now.
"Third uncle, that sword strike just now?"
Dugu Ming suddenly turned to look at Dugu Wudao and asked.
"What? Are you interested?"
Dugu Wudao's whole body was covered in muscles. He carried a huge sword on his back, crossed his hands in front of him, and looked at Dugu Ming with a playful expression.
"Third uncle, please stop making fun of me." Dugu Ming smiled awkwardly, and then continued: "The sword just struck didn't seem to have any power, right?"
"Yes, he only has the simplest speed and strength. However, if you want to achieve his sword skills, you must at least reach the realm of swordsmanship. This person is extremely talented. He is not inferior to his elder brother. Maybe he will become a swordsman in the future. Our biggest enemy in Wushuang City." Dugu Wudao put away his playful expression and said seriously.
"It seems that I underestimated them, and also the Qingcheng sect. I didn't expect that such a small sect, even if it declines, still has some foundation."
Dugu Ming nodded slightly and agreed with Dugu Wudao's words.
Mingyue looked at Zhu Youji's back, and something strange flashed in her beautiful eyes. The sword she just struck was perfect, even from her perspective!
There is obviously no special sword technique or sword power, but it can exert such power!
It’s simply amazing workmanship!
Unimaginable!
Can she do it with just strength and speed?
Could it be that the cultivation path of sword power and sword intention for thousands of years has gone wrong?
In her eyes, Zhu Youji was just an ordinary person, unremarkable, but now, she felt that this man must be hiding some secret!