According to previous rules, inner disciples who have participated in the Sword Discussion Conference are not allowed to participate again. Therefore, there are only more than thirty inner disciples participating in the Sword Discussion Conference this time. They are divided into three groups and compete on three stages at the same time.
After a while, all the disciples gathered around the ring, wanting to see the strength of those talented elites.
Yuan Futu shrugged his shoulders and stood up from the futon. He saw Pound walking towards him with a few dog legs. His steps were steady and his body was majestic. Although his true energy was restrained, he still had a domineering and fierce aura.
"It's such a pity. Even if I practice in the Tongtian Sword Tower, so what, I'm still stuck in the Hunyuan realm, and when I get to the arena, I won't be stepping on my feet." Pound sneered, having come out of Yuan Futu.
That day, he knew that he had been overly worried. After all, the gap between realms was impossible to bridge.
Yuan Futu's eyes turned cold and he said word by word: "I'm afraid that you will pay a heavy price for what you said today. Although I haven't publicized what you have done, it doesn't mean that I don't remember it.
I will definitely return your account tenfold to you!"
Pang De felt a chill in his heart. It was indeed his biggest mistake not to kill Yuan Futu that day, so that the handle fell into his hands. However, he did not say it out that day, and of course he would not complain to Jian Twelve again now.
"Revenge also requires strength. Let me tell you, there is no distinction between you and me in terms of job titles at the Sword Discussion Conference, and there is no such thing as finishing here. I can completely destroy your Yuanshenhai and let you
He has become a useless elder through and through." Pang De said lightly, but there was a hint of ferociousness between his brows.
"Pound, that's enough!" Lin Wan'er said to stop him.
Pound turned his eyes to Lin Wan'er and found that after she reached the realm of Dharma God, she became more and more fresh and refined, with unparalleled beauty. He couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, but when he thought of the great beauty becoming Yuan Futu's sword attendant, hanging out with this wild man all day long
, feeling angry again, said: "It won't take long, you will know that only I am the most suitable for you, and no one can get you except me, Pang De!"
"Even if I die, I will never choose such a disgusting person like you!" Lin Waner's disgust for Pound has obviously reached an extreme level.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to help me by then." There was a cruel smile on Pang De's lips, and he said to Yuan Futu: "I forgot to remind you, this sword discussion conference is divided into three groups of martial arts tests. You have to challenge other disciples first.
Well, if you are lucky enough to win, I will wait for you in the final arena."
After saying that, Pang De and the others turned around and walked away. Yuan Futu looked at his back and clenched his fists tightly.
"Don't take the words of people like him to heart. Just compete with all your strength later." Lin Wan'er said comfortingly, fearing that Yuan Futu would be put under some pressure.
Yuan Futu took a breath, calmed down, and said with a smile: "But he is right about one thing. I need to defeat some powerful inner disciples before facing him."
At this time, the sword master Xiaonan walked over from the crowd and said: "This time you have been assigned to the middle stage. Although this group is weak, there is still a very powerful master of the Dharma and God Realm. If you
If you want to stand out, you must defeat him."
This competition at the Sword Discussion Conference was completely arranged by Shen Wuyu himself. He would naturally choose the method that was most beneficial to Baji Sword House, and he must ensure that Pang De could finally obtain the inheritance of the Sword Sect.
After all, a talented disciple who has reached the realm of Dharma God and practiced the "Tianxuan Sword Art", no matter from any aspect, he should be the one who enters the sword tomb and receives the inheritance.
Yuan Futu frowned and asked, "Does the sword master know anything about this person?"
"This disciple's name is Sun Tianwei. He is the only master in Zifu Sword House who has reached the realm of Dharma God. He has practiced the third-level Kung Fu book and has profound attainments. He specializes in water energy and can turn water into ice. He is also as calm as water.
It is impermanent and difficult to deal with." Xiao Nan's expression was a little solemn, obviously worried about Yuan Futu.
"But he has never practiced killing swords, so his strength is much worse than Pang De. Sword Master, don't worry, I can handle it." Yuan Futu smiled and showed off his two rows of snow-white teeth.
Xiao Nan didn't know where this guy got his confidence. There was no trace of worry in his confident expression.
"The first arena is between Wu Meng and Dehai, the second arena is between Wu Mingqi and Le Yishen, and the third arena is between Lin Waner and Yan Sheng." A sword master stood on top and shouted loudly.
Lin Wan'er raised her head, with a faint smile on her lips, and said, "I didn't expect to be on stage so soon."
Yuan Futu didn't have the slightest worry about Lin Wan'er now. She had reached the Dharma God realm and was considered a leader among the inner disciples in this round. He said: "Go, let me meet Miss Wan'er."
Strength."
"Then don't blink your eyes." Lin Wan'er smiled and stood up, stepping on the edge of the ring with her toes like a fairy in the sky, her clothes were flying, and she looked stunning.
The rain was still pouring down, but not as heavy as before.
The man named Yan Sheng also walked onto the third stage at this time. He had an unusually generous body and was like a tough man with a strong back and a strong back. His face was so imposing in the First World War. Facing such a beautiful and unparalleled beauty, he still couldn't help it.
Without changing his expression, he said in a deep voice: "I heard that Senior Sister Wan'er broke through to the realm of Dharma God a few days ago. It's really gratifying. However, the arena is about actual combat, and I may not lose. Please don't show mercy, Senior Sister."
Yuan Futu nodded, admiring Yan Sheng's words.
Lin Wan'er smiled indifferently, twisting the sword technique in her hand. It seemed ordinary, but it seemed to contain huge power like moving mountains and filling seas. I could see that the fingertips were filled with colorful colors as if they were real.
Yan Sheng's hand sank, and a broad-edged sword weighing hundreds of kilograms suddenly appeared, with streaks of earth-yellow air flowing around it, giving people an extremely heavy feeling.
Xiaonan said: "He is cultivating earth energy. With this heavy sword weighing 623 kilograms, I am afraid that the weight of the sword is enough to reach 2,000 kilograms!"
Yuan Futu sneered in his heart. His ten times heavy sword can reach a power of more than five thousand kilograms, and it can definitely kill this guy in an instant.
At this time, the number of disciples surrounding the second arena instantly increased, mostly male disciples, and they all seemed to want to admire the beauty of the most beautiful girl in Tianxuan Sword Sect.
Roar!
Yan Sheng yelled loudly, swung his sword and struck with his feet on the ground. It was like a giant hammer hitting the ground hard, making a thumping sound, but his speed was not slow at all.