The battle between Tianqiong Sect and Tingfeng Valley was highly anticipated, and some dandy monks even began to privately bet on the outcome of the battle. Tianqiong Sect was naturally the strongest sect in the Tianqiong Mountains, not to mention the one who had already reached the realm of gods.
The ancestor of Master Tianqiong, there are three Yuanying monks in the Seven Swords of Heaven alone, and Xiao Huitian has reached the peak of pill formation. Maybe in thirty or fifty years, another Yuanying monk will be born.
The strength of a half-Nascent Soul monk is already outstanding in Tianqiong Mountain.
Even if the ancestor of Tianqiong and three of the Seven Swordsmen of Tianqiong are no longer in the sect, the strength of Tianqiong Sect is still among the best among the seven sects. The number of alchemy-forming monks in Tianqiong Sect leads the way, and there are actually twenty or thirty.
This is unimaginable among other sects in Tianqiong Mountain.
The only one who can compete with Tianqiong Sect is Tingfeng Gu. Hua Jianyuan, the ancestor of Tingfeng Valley, has reached the peak of Nascent Soul, which is the first level of Earth Immortal. He also has three disciples, all of whom are
With Nascent Soul cultivation, there are seventeen or eight monks in the sect who have formed pills.
Every year at the Heavenly Vault Conference, a leader will be born among the two sects. Each confrontation is extremely exciting and intense, which makes the monks present greatly enjoy themselves and greatly improves their cultivation and knowledge.
The order in which the disciples of the two sects enter the battlefield is not announced in advance, so who will fight with whom can only be known the moment they enter the field. Gu Siqin worked hard on the order of entering the battle, and Feng Danggui was the first to appear, hoping to win the first battle and gain morale.
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Xu Mingyang was second, Xu Da was third, Jiang Xueqin was fourth, Han Buju was fifth, Yan Rushi was sixth, and He Wangchuan was last. Gu Siqin arranged He Wangchuan and Yan Rushi in the hope that they could win the four formations in one fell swoop.
There is no need for the two of them to play. Jiang Xueqin consumed too much spiritual energy in the last round, so he was placed fourth. Xu Mingyang did not play in the last round, and his strength was preserved, so he was placed second.
After a burst of drum beating, Feng Danggui came on the stage. His opponent was a Qinghui scribe about twenty years old, holding a folding fan sprinkled with gold. The scribe politely bowed his hands to Feng Danggui and said slowly: "I'm the next one.
Listen to Fenggu, Zhuo Qingsong has met Taoist friend."
Feng Danggui politely returned the gift, and the two took action on the spot. Feng Danggui first used thirty-six diamond penetrating nails, and thirty-six golden lights struck Zhuo Qingsong. Zhuo Qingsong poured spiritual energy into the folding fan in his hand, and the golden light suddenly shone.
, the folding fan became as big as a millstone, and he fanned Feng Danggui with all his strength. A strong wind mixed with dozens of golden knives shot at Feng Danggui.
The bone-penetrating nail and the golden knife collided with each other, making a "ding-dong" sound. Feng Danggui put his hands on the ground and used the "dungeon" technique. Suddenly, two black iron chains as thick as wrists appeared under Zhuo Qingsong's feet. Zhuo Qingsong did not dare to neglect.
He floated to the side without touching the ground. Feng Danggui's spiritual energy flowed, and the iron chains followed Zhuo Qingsong like a shadow. No matter how much he moved, he couldn't avoid it.
Zhuo Qingsong was anxious in his heart, muttering something in his mouth and using magic formulas in his hands. Suddenly, a huge green tree grew on the ground. Zhuo Qingsong's feet fluttered lightly on the top of the tree. He made a lotus magic formula with his hands and said: "Broken",
In an instant, countless vines emerged from the tree, some of which were entangled with the black iron chains, and some of which were entangled with Feng Angelica.
Feng Danggui thought in his mind: "I am a pure earth-type magic, but I accidentally encountered an opponent who can cast wood-type magic. If I continue to fight like this, I am afraid I will not get much benefit. If I can't get to the next level,
So what's the point of retaining your strength? Why not use your unique skills to defeat him."
As a result of his thoughts, a black dagger sprang out from the storage ring. The dagger was about three feet long, with various magic circles and runes densely covered on it. It looked like a heavy treasure at first glance. The dagger exuded Qin.
People's air conditioning and even the surrounding air are condensed into ice crystals.
Feng Danggui bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. The black light on the dagger became brighter. Feng Danggui's face became paler, as if he had aged more than ten years. He raised his hands high and swung forward fiercely in the air.
A faint flash of lightning flashed, and the dagger seemed to disappear in the air.
Zhuo Qingsong was shocked. He was ten feet away from Feng Danggui, and he could still feel the burning murderous aura coming from the dagger. His first thought was that it was a magic weapon, but how could a monk who could not form an elixir manipulate the magic weapon?
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The black dagger reappeared two feet behind him, with a huge green tree diagonally cut off from it. One of Zhuo Qingsong's arms was cut off. He felt the pain and pressed several acupuncture points on his arm to stop it.
With blood spurting out, he picked up the broken arm and jumped off the ring.
Xu Mingyang appeared for the second time. His opponent was a red-faced man. The two exchanged names and fought together. Xu Mingyang is a master of Gu Jian, and his skills are naturally not weak, especially the three-foot Qingfeng sword.
Like a dragon descending into the sea, sometimes he wields a sword with his mind, sometimes he holds a green blade, and soon he takes down a red-faced man.
The third competition pitted Xiao Huitian's disciple Xu Da against Cui Liang, a monk from Tingfeng Valley. Cui Liang was a late-stage foundation-building monk, and his spells were delicate and cautious. He fought Xu Da for three hours without a win or loss. In the end, Xu Da's heart
Anxiety will cause confusion and defeat.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xueqin and Han Buju were defeated one after another, which caused a layer of frost to form on Gu Siqin's face.
Yan Rushi's hand held the handle of the knife tighter. Although the master did not ask her to win, this proud woman had already played the role of bottom and backup. Ever since she joined the Tianqiong Sect, ever since she left the mortal world, she
She vowed to transform herself into a proud princess again. For her, she could only win this battle, not lose.
Her opponent, Ling Fan, is a mediocre monk with no talent or prominent family background. He can only stay up all night and work hard to move forward. The Tianqiong Taoist Conference is his chance to prove himself to his uncles. For him,
In other words, as long as you have one breath left, you cannot give up.
The two simply exchanged their names, and Yan Rushi took out the sword. The sword was made by Ye Chuanyun, using four taels of Taibai gold crystals and a thousand-year sky fire stone. Eight lotus formations were engraved on the blade.
It can increase the fire attribute attack power and increase the running speed of the knife.
These eight fire lotuses were originally excerpted from a manuscript written by old man Tianxu, and the specific use was not explained. The increased power and speed of fire attribute attacks were experienced by later generations after their actual application. Ye Chuanyun knew nothing about the principles of battle tactics.
But his imitation skills were top-notch, and the eight fire lotuses were engraved on Yan Rushi's sword exactly. The name of the sword was naturally called Fire Lotus Slash.
The long sword in Ling Fan's hand is a high-grade magic weapon, but it has no name. This sword is the last relic of his master. Since he joined Tingfeng Valley, his master died in an accident. This sword
The sword naturally fell into his hands. Without his master, Ling Fan's life in the valley was not easy.
Although Uncle Master would not deliberately create difficulties, there were many disciples of his generation who were malicious and troublemakers. Gradually, he learned to be patient and devoted all his energy to hard training. Later, his cultivation level was much higher than that of his fellow monks, so
It was his turn to take part in this seminar.
Two people who could only win but not lose, competed like lightning in the arena. Sometimes they separated, fighting with magic weapons controlled by their spiritual thoughts, sometimes they cut each other in close quarters, and for a while, sparks flew and gold and iron clashed.
The sound is endless.
Chen Yunsheng was extremely nervous. Ever since she went to Taibai Peak, although Riyan Rushi didn't have much contact with him, she would give her a sincere smile every time they met. This was a kind of smile only seen when seeing relatives.
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Chen Yunsheng has regarded this woman as one of his family members, more like a sister. Although he doesn't greet her much on weekdays, the warmth in his heart cannot be dissipated. Seeing Yan Rushi wielding a knife like lightning, controlling the knife
Like a rainbow, he felt sincerely happy.
The length of this fight far exceeded that of ordinary monks' fights. The two of them fought for six hours. From the time the sun was shining in the sky to the time when the moon was high in the sky, neither of them showed any signs of stopping. So what if their clothes were soaked with sweat?
It doesn't matter if the energy is exhausted, as long as the faith in the heart is not destroyed, the weapon in the hand will not be put down.
Gu Siqin's eyes gradually became serious. He knew that if the fight continued, the two of them would both die due to exhaustion of spiritual energy. This would be of no benefit to both parties.
He whispered a few words to a disciple, and then the conference announced that the game ended in a draw. No one in the Feng Valley had any objections. Although Ling Fan was as ordinary as his name in the valley, he was also a force. For the sake of fighting, he would
It is too unworthy to die here.
Yan Rushi was dismissed from the ring by Han Jiangyan. The moment she heard the result of the competition, she fainted. Han Jiangyan hugged her before she fell. In Han Jiangyan's heart, her apprentice had already won.
Ling Fan silently returned to the stands of Tingfeng Valley. His uncles welcomed him back politely, but there was always a lack of sincerity in their smiles. He knew that even if he won the game, he would not be able to see their sincere smiles.
He Wangchuan was anxious. What was originally an inconspicuous role turned out to be the key to victory or defeat. He pursed his lips nervously and glanced at his master and uncle in the stands. What he got was fervent hope and enthusiasm.
Warm encouragement was enough. This young but tall young man walked onto the ring, where his opponent was already waiting.
Tingfeng Valley sent a monk who was in the early stage of foundation building. According to their original plan, this monk was also used as a backup. However, no one expected that this battle would drag on to the last round. This monk is called Wang Buqun.
, is already thirty-seven or eighteen years old, his family is well off, but he is not very interested in practicing. Although his talent is quite good, it took him twenty years to build the foundation.
Building a foundation is actually his biggest dream, because after building a foundation, his lifespan can be doubled. This time is enough for him to take more concubines and enjoy more glory and wealth. He participated in this Taoism Conference just because he wanted to
His career as an immortal was about to come to an end, but the fate of Tingfeng Valley was really decided in the hands of this careless monk.
He was nervous at first, but after seeing He Wangchuan, he couldn't stop smiling on his face, "There is no one left in the Tianqiong Sect! The Tianqiong Sect has declined! In the past forty years, we have not been able to select seven foundation-building monks.
Find a qi-training monk to make up for it. This is a good opportunity given to me by God. I want to kill him with all kinds of flesh and blood! Kill him and fill the ditch with water!"