The most surprised person was Dao Xia, who was standing directly opposite Li Ling. Her legs were shaking with fear, her forehead was sweating, and she almost couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.
Li Ling put away the Long Yuan Sword, and the surrounding mysterious light suddenly dissipated to prevent the power of the Long Yuan Sword from hurting others.
Ling Ji got up from his seat, and the other four real people couldn't restrain their surprise.
"Senior Brother Lingji, when did our Taoist temple have such a powerful sword?" Linghui said dissatisfied.
"This... I don't know about this either, Junior Sister Linghui." Ling Ji smiled bitterly.
On the ring, Li Ling looked at the frightened Dao Xia, smiled slightly and said: "Junior sister Dao Xia, please make a move."
When Dao Xia heard Li Ling's question, she immediately dropped the life-chasing sword in her hand to the ground. She recalled the scene where a ravine appeared on the ground the moment she pulled out the mysterious light. She could still see it clearly, and how could she dare to draw the sword again.
"I...I admit defeat." Dao Xia swallowed her saliva and said.
"I gave up so quickly." Li Ling sighed slightly.
After saying that, Dao Xia got off the ring.
"Li Ling wins this game." The host came on stage, raised Li Ling's hand, and announced loudly to everyone.
"The next match is the competition between Daokong and Daoyun."
"I guess there's not much to see. After watching Master Li Ling's competition just now, I suddenly felt that everything else was just a cloud."
"That's right. Master Li Ling has definitely won the first place. The position of champion will be passed on to someone else."
The young Taoist priests are very optimistic about Li Ling.
As Daokong and Dao Yun came on stage, a long-term battle of internal energy consumption and tug-of-war began between the two. Although it was not as exciting as Li Ling and Dao Xia's, it was still an exciting battle.
The swords of the two were flowing freely, and they were coming and going, using the upper-level skills of Taixu Guan. Hours passed quickly, but Daokong was older and was still better than Dao Yun in terms of skill, so in the end
, it was Daokong who won the victory by relying on his profound internal strength.
After this comparison, the winners of the two games were determined, namely Li Ling and Daokong.
"Daokong is the great disciple of Master Lingzi, so it is expected that he will win."
"Well, among the Dao generation, below Dao Qian is Dao Kong."
"I don't know what kind of battle it will be like when Daokong meets Li Ling."
The morning time was almost over and everyone was anxiously looking forward to the duel between Li Ling and Daokong.
After resting for about half an hour, Li Ling and Daokong entered the ring.
"Senior Brother Daokong, hello." Li Ling had a good impression of Ling Zi, so he would also be very enthusiastic towards Ling Zi's disciples.
"Junior brother Li Ling, hello." Daokong returned the greeting with a slight smile.
"Junior Brother Li Ling, can you lend me your sword? After seeing it, I will admit defeat." Daokong made such a request, probably because he was also curious about Li Ling's Longyuan Sword.
Li Ling smiled slightly. Seeing that Daokong, an old Taoist priest, was of good character, he liked and trusted him very much. He happily stepped forward and handed over the sword in his hand.
"What are they doing?"
"Master Uncle Li Ling, you actually gave the sword to Master Daokong?"
As Daokong slowly pulled out Long Yuan, a domineering power overflowed from the sword. Daokong's expression changed, and he slowly looked at the sword body, and he saw something on the sword body.
There are two small seal characters "Long Yuan" engraved on the sword.
Daokong opened his eyes wide and looked at Li Ling in disbelief. Long Yuan was one of the ancient swords, a sword forged by Gan Jiang and Ou Yezi.
Daokong wondered where Li Ling got such a sword!
"Junior Brother Li Ling, what a blessing. This is a peerless sword. It is very extraordinary. I give it back to you." Daokong reluctantly closed the Long Yuan Sword slowly and returned it to Li Ling.
"Everyone, I, Daokong, am here to admit defeat. I am convinced of my defeat." Daokong bowed to the referee's seat, then bowed to the audience, bowed to Li Ling, and then stepped down.
"Daokong..." Li Ling called out, but the other party had already walked away.
At this time, even Dao Qian, who was originally the champion of the competition, was shocked, and he was even more confused in his heart. What kind of sword was lying on the ground in Li Ling's hand? Why did Na Daokong resolutely admit defeat and leave after looking at the sword?
"This... you haven't even fought yet? You've just given up." The audience was a little baffled.
"Hey, Uncle Li Ling's sword is too sharp. What can I do if I don't admit defeat?"
"But what kind of sword is Li Ling holding in his hand? I'm even curious."
Although everyone in the audience was puzzled, Li Ling had no intention of revealing the origin of this sword.
"Originally, I thought this game would take one day, but it seems that with Junior Brother Li Ling, this game may be over in just the morning. The next game will be the most exciting moment. Li
Ling challenges the challenger Dao Qian." The host said passionately.
"Dao Qian is the only master among the Taoist generation who can understand how to control a sword. I heard that learning how to control a sword is equivalent to learning the basic magic of magic."
"Well, the art of wielding a sword does not require hard work. It requires a certain amount of spiritual roots and enlightenment. You can't do it if you have spiritual roots but not enlightenment. You can't do it if you have enlightenment but no spiritual roots. Therefore, the two are indispensable. Dao Ziyi
Not as good as the Ling generation, there is someone who knows how to control a sword, so Dao Qian's status among the Dao generation is extremely high."
"I'm afraid, the battle between Li Ling and Dao Qian will be a fierce battle."
Li Ling looked at Dao Qian who was in the position of the champion, smiled slightly and said: "Apologies, senior brother, it is my honor to challenge senior brother Dao Qian."
Dao Qian stroked his beard and let out a long sigh. He sat on the challenger's seat and smiled slightly, "You're welcome, junior brother. We are all brothers from the same sect. We are all equal. It is an honor for me to compete with junior brother Li Ling today.
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"Junior brother Li Ling, I just saw you win two games in a row with the sword in your hand. What is the sword in your hand? It is so powerful. As a senior brother, I am also very curious." Dao Qian looked at Li Ling.
The sword in his hand has a hint of greed.
Li Ling smiled slightly and said, "It's just a broken sword. Brother Dao Qian, don't worry about it."
"Well, we will know after a while if the sword is broken or not." Dao Qian patted the main chair, and the sword he was carrying on his back suddenly unsheathed, letting out a dragon roar, it was Zixia, one of the swords of Taixu Guan.
Sword.
I saw a flash of rays of light in the sky, and the sword turned into a ray of rays of light and rushed towards Li Ling. It did not use Zhenqi at all, but used complete sword control skills.
Li Ling was shocked. He had learned Linghui's sword-handling skills before and knew how powerful the sword-handling skills were.
Li Ling turned sideways to avoid the Zixia Sword that was attacking from the front, but he knew that it was not over yet. After turning around, the Zixia Sword attacked again. In an instant, he saw the Zixia Sword on the arena, chasing Li Ling and slashing all over the field.
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"The sword-controlling skills are indeed very powerful."
Everyone was sweating in their hearts for Li Ling.
Li Ling gritted his teeth secretly, knowing that if he continued like this, he would never be able to get within ten meters of Dao Qian, let alone defeat him. To defeat Dao Qian, he must first defeat this Zixia Sword.
"Jushen, the God of Thousands." Li Ling pointed at the Zixia Sword that was rushing towards him and quickly pointed it out, and an invisible spiritual sword rushed towards the Zixia Sword.
But Dao Qian just sneered, and with a move of his finger, the Zixia Sword instantly split into two, two into four, and four into eight. On the ring, ninety-nine and eighty-one Zixia Swords were instantly separated, and the sky was filled with purple.
Xia Sword floats in the air.
"This..." Li Ling suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
There was a burst of cheers from the audience.
"This is an advanced level of sword control. I didn't expect that Senior Brother Dao Qian would advance so quickly and be able to turn the sword into eighty-one swords."
"Now, Li Ling is in danger."
Li Ling sat down cross-legged, and after concentrating his mind, he forgot his mind, which was the highest state of the human realm.
God is born from consciousness, and is recognized by forgetfulness. The six senses are forgotten, and only God can be present.
In an instant, a strong wind blew around Li Ling, and countless sand and rocks swirled around Li Ling, forming a huge protective cover.
This is the spiritual protective cover of the Forgotten Queen.
"This kid actually realized it right now." Ling Ji laughed excitedly.
Even Qingyi, who was sitting aside and had been indifferent, cast a glance of approval at Li Ling.
"You bastard, what's the mystery? I'll pierce your heart with thousands of arrows." Dao Qian quickly maneuvered the eighty-one Zixia sword with both hands and swooped down towards Li Ling, like a rain of swords.
Just listen to ding ding ding...
All the Zixia swords were bounced away by the flying sand and rocks around Li Ling. Dao Qian's sword control skills were unable to break through Li Ling's defense.
Li Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of spiritual energy. He pulled out the Dragon Yuan Sword in his hand. There was another sound of dragon roar, and a mysterious light sword energy shot into the sky. The Zixia Sword instantly broke into two.
Cut it off, fall to the ground, and turn into dust.
"My Zixia Sword." Dao Qian got up from the leader's seat angrily, roared, gathered all his inner strength, and punched Li Ling's protective shield.
"Wow..." Dao Qian spat out a mouthful of blood, and was thrown away by the force of the protective shield's repulsion, fainting to the ground.
There was a sudden feeling of surprise in the audience.
"So...strong."
No one realized what was going on. Even the host was stunned backstage.
Li Ling slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and restrained his mental strength. The flying sand and rocks around him fell to the ground, drawing a Tai Chi shape with Li Ling as the center.
"Smelly boy." Lingji couldn't help but laugh happily.
"The Yuxu Returning Qi is really powerful. It is worthy of being the originator of the astonishing knowledge." Lingxiao sighed while stroking his beard.
The host watched the dust on the ring fall away, and then he realized what was happening. He immediately came to Li Ling's side, raised Li Ling's hand and said, "This year's No. 1 Daoist generation is... Li Ling."
