Chapter eight hundred and seventieth suppression, glory
Chapter 870 Suppression, Glory
I am an orphan, I have no name, I have no surname.
I live in a world of ice and snow, and I hate snow because snow is my natural enemy.
Because whenever it snows, everything withers, even the bark of trees wilts. For a homeless person like me, snow threatens my survival.
That year, an old man walked out of the snow and wind with a giant sword on his back.
He came with a sword on his back, and I saw endless heaviness on his body. He took me to a place called the Sword God Gate.
A place where you don't need to worry about bark, where you don't need to worry about survival.
I kept following the uncle, and I saw the uncle kill many people with the sword in his hand.
I was very confused about this, and the uncle always said in that heavy tone: They are evil people, and we Sword God Sect disciples must suppress them with swords!
Later, I learned that the evil person represented the foreign enemies, and the uncle's sword always suppressed those people, representing the Sword God Sect suppressing them.
But one day, I woke up and found that I fell in the arms of my uncle, and the uncle fell in a pool of blood.
I will never forget that scene, when the uncle used his chest to block the fatal sword for me.
I know that at that time, the uncle will never have the chance to suppress those evil people with his sword.
I can't forget what my uncle said to me while lying in a pool of blood: "Child, the world of swords is very heavy!"
At that moment, I understood the heaviness of uncle. Uncle, his name is Lu Ya!
The uncle left, and his sword was also broken. At that time, I also had a name, my name was Lu Ya.
My sword is called Suppression, which represents the uncle and the Sword God Sect, which suppresses the heavens and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
This is the story of a sword, a story called the Suppression Sword. Lu Ya's sword became more and more powerful, and he used every sword with all his heart.
He was wandering in the wind and snow like a leisurely stroll, but Lu Ya's steps were always so heavy. Every time he took a step, the entire platform shook slightly.
It’s not that the platform couldn’t withstand Lu Ya’s pace, it was just that the platform couldn’t withstand Lu Ya’s sword. The sword was very heavy.
The swordsman's world is equally heavy! Snowflakes are flying, Huang Hua's sword is like snowflakes, and the sword shadow is slowly coming, but every sword shadow is suppressed by Lu Ya's sword.
Holding the sword in one hand, Lu Ya struck down the snowflakes with every sword strike.
The crisp sound of sword chants resounded non-stop, and among the flying snowflakes, Lu Ya gradually understood those words.
"The sword is the king of all weapons and the most deadly weapon. Why do we also pursue the art of swordsmanship!"
"The sword is always touching. The sword can kill people and save people!"
"Some people practice swords because they pursue fame and wealth, some people practice swords because they want to survive, and some people practice swords because they follow the crowd! No matter what, everyone has their own reasons. No matter when, as long as you stick to yourself
Whatever you are obsessed with will work, so why bother with the form! Haha, practicing swordsmanship is, in other words, cultivating yourself!"
"Cultivation of myself, my sword represents the Sword God Sect, suppressing the heavens, suppressing the gods and Buddhas all over the sky!" Lu Ya's aura became more and more terrifying.
In Huang Hua's eyes, Lu Ya seemed to have become a supreme being, and every sword he struck represented endless pressure.
Suppressing the heavens with one sword! Lu Ya swung his sword out, and Huang Hua's body shook violently.
Suppressing the gods and Buddhas with one sword! Lu Ya held his sword and struck it down in the air. With one sword blow, Huang Hua retreated hugely.
One sword suppressed all things! Lu Ya took several steps in succession, the sword was extremely sharp. When the sword fell, the ice flowers in the sky shattered and turned into nothingness.
Bang bang! Huang Hua's figure took several steps backwards, and a terrifying force exploded in his chest.
In Huang Hua's horrified gaze, a bright sword light shot out, piercing Huang Hua's chest and his heart, and some of his life force dissipated at this moment.
The sword dissipated and the victory was decided! Lu Ya stepped on the snowflakes with one foot and landed lightly on the platform. He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Huang Hua who had turned into a corpse, and said lightly: "This is suppression!
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Sheathing his sword, the pressure on Lu Ya gradually dissipated. The previous three swords also consumed all his energy.
Turning around, Lu Ya raised his head and looked at the old man in the void. He was waiting for the old man's words.
The old man cast his gaze, looking indifferently at the corpse below, glanced at the three palace masters, then took a step, appeared above the platform, and said slowly: "Sword God Sect wins three times and loses two!"
"Tianhua Sect wins two and loses three!" After a pause, the old man suddenly raised his voice: "This time, Sword God Sect wins!"
When the old man said these words, the steps below fell silent.
On the other hand, Han Jian and others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They had maintained their past glory.
Even Dejection smiled, and all his efforts were not in vain. Lu Ya held the sword, turned back, looked at Han Jian and others, and chuckled: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"
At this moment, Feng Ge and the other four chuckled. Han Jian stood up. Although his injuries had been cleaned up, his face was still extremely pale. "The next round is the competition between the clan leaders!"
"Those people are not a threat to the sect master!" Han Jian covered the broken arm and whispered.
Hearing this, the figure dressed in white like snow appeared before the eyes of Lu Ya and others. As long as the sect leader comes, the crisis in the Sword God Sect can be resolved.
Countless eyes were cast on the location of the Sword God Sect, especially those sects adjacent to the Huangfeng Kingdom, with a hint of complexity in their eyes.
Undoubtedly, the Sword God Sect has survived the first disaster, and at least for now, its position as the protector of the country is guaranteed.
Night fell quietly, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated in the sky, and the world became dark in vain, but Zongbi still continued.
The old man looked around, and finally landed on the Buruliu Sect below, and said calmly: "Huotian Sect vs. Jian Sect, Ye Ximen vs. Shaxie Pavilion, Wuji Sect vs. Fire Eagle Sect, and Demon Flame Pavilion vs. Anshen Sect!"
A series of sect names resounded in the sky, and several powerful auras emerged in vain below.
Bang bang! Several streams of light shot out, and several figures jumped onto the platform.
Bright stars appeared in the sky, and the starlight spread and fell on the platform.
For a moment, the fighting on the platform began to take place again, the sword energy filled the air, and most of the eyes were focused on the platform.
Although Zongbi was a tragic knockout, it was also an experience for them.
The competition between soul martial realms is also a kind of gain for them. The disciples of the third-rate sects and the inferior sects all watch the battle carefully.
The same goes for the five people in the Korean drama. They endured their injuries and watched the battle carefully.
In every corner of the continent, the Soul Martial Realm warriors are all strong and can even form a sect.
However, here, Soul Martial Realm warriors are only the lowest level of existence, and a victory means the death of a Soul Martial Realm warrior.
The clouds and mist surged, and the moonlight rarely broke through the clouds and mist. The cold moonlight spread out, and the streaks of blood bloomed in the moonlight. Each streak of blood meant the death of a Soul Martial Realm warrior.
Ye Weiyang, killing is always the theme of the night, even Han Jian and others are gradually becoming numb.
It wasn't until dawn emerged in the sky that this long fight ended. Snow fell all over the platform, but the blood also dyed the snow on the ground red.
Hundreds of corpses fell scatteredly on the platform, and the falling snow covered their faces and the sword.
The light of dawn fell on the sect disciples who had been fighting all night, and a look of exhaustion emerged.
When the old man announced the end of the last competition between the disciples of the unqualified sects, many people realized that the brothers who had been with them for decades were no longer around, and they had already slept under the heavy snow.
A strange atmosphere permeated the hearts of everyone. When they embarked on this road, they had to learn to get used to the familiar people leaving them. In the end, the only thing that could accompany them was the sword in their hands.
Therefore, the swordsman becomes increasingly lonely in the end.
The snow fell, and the old man stepped on the floating snowflakes. He looked around and said slowly: "After a day's competition, the competition between the disciples of the Burui Sect is over!"
"The following sects are the sects that can enter the sect master ratio, Xingchen Sect, Juejian Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion, Changsheng Sect, Maple Sect, Qianji Sect, Bingning Pavilion, Sword God Sect, Fire Sky Sect, Shaxie Sect
Pavilion, Wuji Sect, Anshenmen..."
"The following sects will conduct a sect master competition in three days!" Withdrawing his gaze, the old man turned around, bowed slightly to the three palace masters, and said slowly: "The sect master competition is over on the first day!"
"Three days later, the second day of sect competition will be held!" The words were still hovering in the sky, but the old man's figure disappeared strangely...
This is Zongbi's rule. Whenever a certain type of competition is held, there must be a few days of rest.
The buildings around the floating island are prepared for these people. The spiritual energy is floating around. Under the influence of the formation, the spiritual energy of the floating island is also extremely strong.
Even considering the presence of the injured, a lot of elixirs were placed in the building.
However, there are differences among these buildings. Some buildings are magnificent and majestic, like palaces, which can only be entered by first-class sects.
Unconventional sects like the current Sword God Sect cannot enter it, and there is not even a place arranged for it.
Therefore, during these three days, the sects that do not enter the stream can only be forced to leave the floating island, and they can only enter the floating island again after three days.
The sect's hierarchy is infinitely magnified here, and it is precisely because of this that the sect wants to advance.
After the old man's voice dissipated, hundreds of thousands of warriors in the audience stood up one after another. For a moment, countless sword lights appeared in the sky.
First-rate sects, second-rate sects, and third-rate sects all have places arranged. The disciples of these sects jumped into the surrounding buildings one after another. As for those who were not among the first-rate sects, the disciples of the lower-rate sects could only look at those figures with envy.
"The gap between the clan levels!" The Han people looked away without any regret, holding their swords, their bodies turned into several streams of light and rushed towards the outside of the floating island.
After several people from Han Jian left, the leader of Tianhua Sect also stood up and looked at the departing figures with gloomy eyes, with an inexplicable murderous intention in his eyes...