Chapter 209: Senior Sisters... Palm Says... The Sword Sect... Will Win a Big Victory Today
"Next?!!"
boom--
In an instant, the entire venue was boiling, and the sound of shock filled the entire place.
"Does he still have the energy to fight?"
"Does he still want to challenge those peak returners to leave the ring?!"
"..."
The sound echoed throughout the mountains.
The blood on Qingping's sword continuously flowed across the land and gathered at Su Bei's feet.
The elder of the Holy Land took a deep breath, with a trembling voice, and said loudly:
"Sword Sect, Su Beisheng!!"
"..."
No one present, including Ji Nanjue, the elders of the Holy Land, and the major sects, could not believe the scene in front of them. The sword that was close to half a step was broken like this.
On the contrary, the royal sword energy that had been buried for thousands of years by the Jianzong reappeared in the world.
Subei actually defeated Shizhen!?
This may not be a good thing for other major sects.
Sitting on the high platform, Yao Yan stared blankly at the deep ravine several hundred feet long, at the blood-stained gown hunting in the wind, and in a daze he seemed to see the sword sect from back then.
An old swordsman held a sword and laughed, looking at the Cangjiang River that had been flowing for thousands of years, and at the tens of thousands of wild cultivators who had never crossed the river.
To the north of the Cangjiang River are countless ruins, and to the south of the Cangjiang River are countless sects in the world.
"The world..."
Ji Nanjue suddenly smiled, thinking of that day under the Buhui Cliff, when she said she would give him a chance...
——At that time, he was probably snickering in his heart, because he had obviously honed the royal sword to such a high level.
"Su Bei, how many surprises can you bring me?"
Everyone was staring blankly at what was happening in front of them. I don’t know how long it took, but someone suddenly whispered:
"Is Elder Su really good, Lien Chan?"
"..."
His eyes were full of shock, and the terrifying spiritual energy power a few breaths ago seemed to cover the world, so vast!
An old monk who returned to the void looked at Su Bei on the stage and sighed:
"The Royal Sword, haven't you seen this sword for hundreds of years?"
"I didn't expect that the Sword Sect still retains this sword..."
"..."
The disciples of the Sword Sect looked at Su Bei with burning eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Elder Su always surprises people!!"
"Too strong!! But is Elder Su's injury really okay?!"
"Let Elder Su come down! Stop fighting!"
"This is the rule of the ring battle, unless someone challenges Elder Su to leave the ring."
"..."
Wenren looked at the injured Li Ziyu and Shan Wuque, who were being supported by a group of disciples. Li Ziyu sighed and said:
"I disappoint my senior sister."
"..."
Shan Wique's dull hair was not fluttering in the wind as usual and resting on his forehead. His face was pale, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.
——At least, my sister will not be so seriously injured.
"It's been done very well."
Wen Renping smiled with his eyes, and then looked at the bloody man in the distance, holding the corners of his skirt tightly with his jade hands, biting his thin lips with his white teeth.
As the light shone down, you could see tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she murmured to herself:
"He looks more and more like Master..."
On the ring, Su Bei stood with his hands behind his back, paying no attention to the overwhelming discussion around him. He casually took out a Qi and Blood Pill from his storage ring, closed his eyes and restored his damaged meridians.
When an ordinary monk reaches his level, he has already reached the end of his crossbow. Even if he still has fighting power, he can only wave it symbolically a few times.
But Su Bei is different. Under the blessing of the system, every sword is at its peak. In other words, there are no shackles that the body puts on to protect itself, if I have to describe it.
——It's like turning off the overheating and overload protection of the computer... The smoothness is true, and the card burning is also true.
Boundless pain continued to spread throughout his body, stinging every nerve in his body.
Finally, a man with messy hair walked over. He seemed to have consumed a lot of spiritual energy before. He looked at Su Bei with respect in his eyes:
"There are few people in the 21 states that Wang can admire so much!"
"Elder Su, I, Wang Chuan, respect you!"
"It's just a pity that this is the Immortal Platform. Monks from all over the world are here to witness it, and Wang will not let go..."
"..."
As he spoke, the sword energy bloomed instantly!
Su Bei's eyes suddenly opened, he looked at the person in front of him, then he smiled casually and said:
"Elder Wang, please!"
Awesome sword!
Boom!
The wind suddenly picked up, bringing a slight chill to this desolate world, and the sound of swords all over the sky was heard!
The onlookers all stared at the ring without saying a word, their eyes full of respect.
Golden lotuses are blooming all over the sky, and there are still a series of swords, and it is still the sword that cuts off mountains and rivers!
Blood continued to ooze from the corners of Su Bei's mouth, and the Dao Qi in his Dantian crazily poured into his sword body at this moment. The Qingping Sword seemed to have never been so happy as it was today, trembling fiercely, and streaks of fluid flowing around it.
Blooming in the sky!
Boom——
Boom——
Although Wang Chuan's sword intent was not as terrifying as Shi Zhen's, every sword strike still brought strong oppression to Su Bei.
The sound of knives and the sound of swords are everywhere in my ears!
The sound of the collision of gold and stone echoed in every inch of land above Qingyun Mountain, and it seemed that with every ray of Su Bei's kingly sword energy dissipating, there was an indescribable understanding in his heart.
Feeling such terrifying sword strikes one after another!
Wang Chuan's eyes widened, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were almost torn to pieces by the terrifying sword energy. He yelled:
"Twenty-two swords, cut off the soul!"
Finally, Wang Chuan's sword, which had been charged for a long time, crossed the sky and seemed to bring up a thunder net among the thunder clouds above the sky.
The sky is roaring.
The thunder has lost its voice and the blood cloud has lost its color!
Su Bei laughed, and the Qingping Sword in his hand was blooming with evil charm at this moment, and the Qingping Sword Qi filled the sky!
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The sky is low, the blood-red rivers and mountains are cut off by one sword!
A sword is dejected.
Desperate!
Two terrifying figures gathered auras all over the sky, and finally collided with each other!
Magnificent air ripples spread across the sky, threatening to shatter your eardrums!
It was at this moment that the sky above the other arena was filled with smoke and dust, and a figure flew out, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"Ahem!"
A man stood coughing up blood. It was almost dusk, and the setting sun stretched the long knife held by the man.
Mo Xingjian closed his eyes and fainted with blood all over his body.
The voice of the Holy Land elders echoed between heaven and earth:
"Sword Sect, Liu Yida wins!!"
boom--
All the Sword Sect disciples felt their minds go blank. Mo Xingjian actually lost?!
He, who was also at the peak of returning to the void, actually lost?
"His Sixth Sword is ultimately no match for the Sword Sect's twenty-third sword..."
"..."
Wenren Pingxin sighed with complicated eyes.
At this moment, there are only three arenas left on the entire Immortal Platform. On one side is Shan Wulan who is still fighting fiercely, on the other side are the two key half-step battles, and on the other side are the two terrifying figures in the sky.
!
"Jian Zong is defeated this time but still proud..."
"Subei became famous in one battle!"
"I always have a hunch, is this sword sect going to rise?"
"Unless Xi Qingyi still has some strength left after fighting the sword demon, but it seems that he has obeyed destiny if he can win..."
"..."
There were discussions everywhere, and amidst the discussions, there was only an explosion!
The thunderous pool above the soul-severing sword was a sight to behold.
Then the figure embroidered with begonia on the bloody shirt passed through with a sword!
This sword passed through the thunder pool.
This sword breaks the thunder pool again!!
Then a dark golden sword rain began to fall. This was the heavy rain caused by the sword that penetrated the thunder.
A ravine and crack spread alarmingly forward, and stopped abruptly after touching the formation of the arena.
Wow——
The heavy rain washed away Su Bei's bloody shirt. Under the wetness of the rain, the untied black hair was like dead grass in winter, dyed red by its own blood.
He pointed his sword at the ground and flicked the blood on the blade with his right hand, flowing into the rain.
He took a step forward and staggered.
The Qingping sword was sheathed and resting on the ground.
boom--
Thunder and lightning!
It reflected Su Bei's pale and bloodless face.
Even if you are far away, you can still smell the fishy smell of blood.
Wang Chuan was lying in front of him.
One is standing and one is lying down.
Seeing this scene, the elder of the Holy Land swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the bloody man in front of him with complicated eyes, and said:
"Sword Sect, Su Beisheng!!"
"..."
Wow——
Everyone onlookers looked at what was happening in front of them in disbelief, at the bloody water at Su Bei's feet, and at the bloody man swaying in the wind.
"He...he defeated two Void Return Peaks in a row!?"
"In the middle stage of returning to the void, you defeated two people at the peak of returning to the void!?"
"Su Bei!!"
"Su Bei!!"
"..."
The shouts spread throughout the world, and even the people who saw this scene through the mirror of the sky put down everything in their hands and chanted along involuntarily.
"Su Bei!!"
There were tears in the corners of Wenren Pingxin's eyes, looking at this junior brother who was working so hard, that weakened figure seemed to be really supporting the Sword Sect.
Su Bei turned around, and for some reason, smiled heartily at Wen Renping, and turned around.
Wenren Pingxin's tears fell with the heavy rain, and he couldn't see clearly.
Then, a hoarse voice slowly flowed out along with Su Bei's scarlet pupils:
"Next!!"
boom--
Thunder roars!
Everyone in the Sword Sect looked at the two elders who had successively worshiped under Su Bei with complicated expressions. They opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but they couldn't. Only the word "admiration" remained in their eyes.
If a peak returner were to fight against two peak returners, no one might say anything, but there would be discussions behind the scenes.
It's just... this is the middle stage of returning to the void, so what if I hold the Qingping Sword in my hand?
Liu Yidao's whole body had already been exhausted by Mo Xingjian. He dragged his exhausted body and looked at Su Bei with a wry smile on his face:
"Elder Su, I think Liu is just like you."
As he spoke, he coughed twice, and blood flowed to the ground.
Su Bei's figure was swaying like a duckweed, with blood drops flowing down his hair, blurring his eyes and making it difficult to see clearly.
Only the selfless state around him observed everything in front of him.
"war!"
The sunset in the rainstorm is a rare scene!
The orange color spread all over the mountain, and Su Bei pointed forward with his sword.
Under this golden reflection, it looks like the sky before dawn.
Liu Yidao closed his eyes, and in the next moment, he suddenly raised his head and waved the big knife in his hand!
A roar of thunder suddenly sounded from the sky, followed by a series of dull rolling thunder, as if a god was driving a carriage walking on the sky, and the wheels rolled over it, making a dull sound.
Everyone nearby was simultaneously struck by the thunderous eardrums and suffered severe pain. Some people's knees were weak and they collapsed to the ground. Some people even suffered cardiac arrest and were knocked down.
Liu Yidao used all his strength and roared:
"This is all the spiritual energy left by Liu. Elder Su, please!"
"Unintentional knife, broken!!"
"..."
Under the gaze of countless complicated eyes, Su Bei raised his sword.
He took the first step forward, his steps trembling slightly, and the Qingping sword was three inches out of its scabbard.
In the second step, he left bloody footprints on the ground, and the Qingping sword was five inches out of its scabbard.
In the third step, he suddenly coughed up blood and left a few plum blossoms on the ground, and the Qingping sword was nine inches out of its sheath.
...
In the eighth step, blue and purple lotuses bloom all over his body, and the Qingping Sword is unsheathed for two feet!
In the ninth step, he finally pulled out the sword in his hand tremblingly. Purple-green sword energy instantly filled the air, expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even began to erode this side of the arena.
The meridians are damaged and the bones are broken.
He can no longer wield the royal sword!
He just looked at the knife in his pupils that kept enlarging. The next moment, lotus flowers bloomed in the sky.
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Creak——
That was the sound of broken ribs.
One stick, two sticks, three sticks...
It's just that Su Bei has no time to care about this at this time. He only has eyes for the sword in his hand.
It seemed to evoke fragments of his memory. He saw the same young man with dark eyes. He saw the white-haired old man under the tree, and the old man's song echoed in his ears:
"Heels tease the stars."
"Dancing with a long sword pointing at the sky."
"The sky and the earth are red with a long roar!"
He pointed to the sword and said:
"I saw the Sword Immortal."
If you want to make a sword, just spit it out, and it will be a piece of white wormwood.
I want to be an invincible swordsman for once, and I dare to ask the heaven to bear my burden as a minister.
A sword buzzes!
This sword is wrapped in green lotuses all over the sky. It is his favorite sword, the sword with the most artistic conception, and the sword that people in the world have seen the most!
Immortal Sword.
"Sword Two, the moment of youth!!"
Lotus flowers bloom all over the sky!
The next moment, a blood flower suddenly burst out from the wrist where Su Bei was holding the sword. The spiritual energy in his body boiled like water, and the spiritual energy running through his limbs and bones actually showed signs of flowing back!
He knew that it was due to damaged meridians...
boom--
That sword energy hit Qingping's sword head-on, and Su Bei flew backwards.
When he landed on the ground, his legs sank into the ground, and a spiderweb-like crack mark appeared around him.
He actually didn't have the strength to pull his legs out, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The injuries on my body were all caused by myself. When will my meridians be able to withstand such spiritual energy?
He felt his eyes go dark, which was the result of the loss of most of the blood in his body, but he did not fall. He pressed his entire body on the Qingping Sword, waiting for the sound in his ears.
Finally, the voice that sounded like salvation came over:
"Sword Sect, Su Beisheng!!"
Su Bei looked up to the sky and laughed, blood seeping all over his clothes.
There were no cheers like before. It seemed that everyone was numb, just looking at the unfailing figure on the ring.
Everyone looked directly at Su Bei, who was fighting against three people at the peak of returning to the void, and then looked at the other two arenas. A thought came to their minds, could it be that the Sword Sect can win today!?
On the elders' stage, Yang Tianqiong quietly said an astonishing words:
"This Su Bei may be able to fight with Banbu Hedao."
"Even if he borrows the general trend of heaven and earth half-step Hedao, he can resist half of it."
"..."
Everyone acquiesced, no one refuted, no one spoke out.
This Su Bei's talent was so terrifying that it was almost unbelievable. What was he like when he came to Hedao during the holidays?
Wen Renping pursed her lips tightly and looked at the junior brother on the stage. Her clenched hands were turning white. She could feel the condition in Su Bei's body, which seemed to be held up by an obsession...
...
But she didn't make a sound, she just stared at her like a group of Sword Sect disciples, not cheering, but looking at Su Bei on the ring with a sad expression.
The child cultivator of Daozong let out a long sigh, shook his head, and actually murmured to himself:
"If he reaches the peak of Void Return, he might really be able to fight with me."
"..."
Su Bei could feel a figure walking towards him in a daze. The man was not in a hurry to take action, but bowed towards him. It seemed that he could feel his respect!
"Sword Sect Hu Yun has met Elder Su!"
The blood all over Su Bei's body has condensed into blood scabs, and his whole body is covered with vertical and horizontal ravines. His long hair is dyed red with blood. Drops of blood flowed into Luo Bei's eyes along with the rain, blurring his vision and causing veins on his forehead.
Qingping's sword buzzed!
"Please fight!"
The three disciples of the Sword Sect stationed in Su Bei just looked at Su Bei. Xiao Ruoqing looked at Su Bei with a pale face. It seemed that he had only seen this look in his previous life.
No matter when in this life, he always looks like a handsome young man in troubled times.
He cares about image.
He won't look like that again... His palms are trembling, and his silver teeth are biting his red lips.
"It looks more and more like..."
...
Hu Yun, who was in the late stage of returning to the void, gave a bitter smile. Even though he felt a hundred reluctances in his heart, he still looked at Su Bei with a solemn expression.
This was the last respect he could give Su Bei.
boom--
There was an explosion, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and the light of the setting sun shone in the dusk after the rain.
Everything seems to be getting better, and the voices of the elders of the Holy Land can be heard:
"Jianzong, Shan Wulan wins!"
"..."
Then the space trembled for a moment, as if it had been agreed upon. Xi Qingyi no longer had a trace of aura around him, but he still leaned on his sword, looking at the fallen sword demon, and said in a trembling voice:
"Luckily... I beat you with half a sword."
then--
"Sword Sect, Xi Qingyi wins!"
Hearing this voice, Xi Qingyi fell down.
At this point, there was a sound of gasping in the air, which seemed to be mixed with countless heartbreaks.
Will Jian Zong win?
In the final arena, only Subei's side was left.
"Boom!"
The sky and the earth are rolling.
Su Bei grinned an ugly smile and muttered to himself:
"I'm afraid I'll faint if I use this sword..."
When I was at Sword Peak, I once said that I hated the male protagonists of Japanese comics who fell to the ground after a big battle.
I don’t want to fall to the ground in front of everyone. How unworthy is that?
"This is the last sword."
"In that case, it should be made more beautiful."
"..."
After the words fell, Su Bei smiled, and the Qingping Sword flew into the sky. A buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the air, and everyone invariably raised their heads and looked towards the sky above them.
Under the dusk sky, countless small black dots are rapidly enlarging.
As they got closer, everyone was surprised to realize that it was actually a sword.
Countless swords came from the sky and then fell from the sky.
Like a majestic downpour.
Countless swords clang and sing.
"Sword Three, sing and get drunk!"
Pfft——
Blood spurted out, and the last rib was broken. Su Bei half-knelt on the ring with a sword in his hand.
behind it.
——Two lanes, three lanes, ten lanes, a hundred lanes, the sword energy is like a surging river, continuous.
The dense sword energy stacked on top of each other, creating a huge momentum.
Looking around, the sword energy has spread all over the sight, pointing directly at Hu Yun!
Boom——
boom.
A dull sound.
The big knife tried to stop Hu Yun's retreat, but it was still in vain.
In addition, once the sword sect comes to the arena, I am the only one left...
Secondly, if he forcibly blocked Su Bei's sword, he would definitely be seriously injured. Shan Wulan still had the strength to fight, and he couldn't defeat her.
Hu Yun smiled bitterly, stopped resisting, and flew away, closing his eyes.
"Sell your favor to Jian Zong..."
"..."
A smile appeared on Su Bei's lips.
"Sword Sect, Su Beisheng!!"
"Jian Zong will advance to the next round of personnel, Xi Qingyi, Su Bei, Shan Wulan..."
boom--
The sound of shock instantly echoed throughout the world.
Everyone was still looking at this scene in disbelief. Jian Zong just won like this?!
Really defeated the Sword Sect!??
All this seemed like a dream.
In a corner, a fat man slapped his fat face, swallowed, and took out the Duobao Pavilion token from his pocket.
——He kept eight hundred spirit stones in the Sword Sect.
Su Bei's vision finally went dark and he fell to the ground. Countless voices came from his ears, talking, heartbreaking, and unbelievable...
A familiar fragrant breeze came over me, and it seemed like I was falling into a gentle embrace, warm.
Drops of warm tears fell on Su Bei's cheek. He could feel the smell, and he smelled the fragrance for hundreds of years.
It's senior sister.
Wenren Pingxin stretched out her jade arms to wrap around his back, held his shoulders, and flew outside the Jianzong station, not caring at all about such an intimate gesture.
Su Bei still closed his eyes and let her put his hands on her shoulders and hugged her shoulders. He could feel her hair sliding on her arms and the mountains pressing on his chest.
As flight continues to convey the sense of touch...
Wen Renpingxin felt his big blood-stained hand move slightly, as if he wanted to say something?
She carried him on her back, only to find that he held her pale jade hand tremblingly, and his fingers crossed her palm, leaving a shocking trail of blood.
Then she heard his voice clinging to her ears like a mosquito, and his breath was weak:
"Senior sister's... the palm says..."
"Jian Zong, Jian Zong will...will win a great victory today..."
"Junior brother is right..."
"..."
Then he completely fainted.
Tears fell unbridled down the corners of Wenren Pingxin's eyes. Her red lips were particularly bright red in the dusk, and the light veil was stained red by the blood of Su Bei.
She touched Su Bei's cheek and looked at his fainted appearance, his long eyelashes, and the smile on his lips.
Under the setting sun, she saw the seven or eight-year-old child again in a trance. He slept so soundly that night.
——The red lips kissed his forehead.
She wiped the corners of his bright red mouth and said softly: