On the ring, Hua Tingxue stood facing the wind. She no longer called her senior, and said with a smile: "Since you recognize me, will you go down by yourself, or shall I send you down?"
With a focused gaze, the third prince's subordinate raised the long sword in front of him and said, "I have heard that Mr. Tingxue's Aoxue swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and I would like to learn from it!"
"Have fun, then it will be as you wish," Hua Tingxue said with a chuckle.
It was obvious that this person was not a talkative person. As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped the toe of his right foot on the ground. The steel-hard ice beneath his feet shook. There were cracks in the crackling sound, and then there was a soft popping sound, and the ice broke.
Debris was blown up.
There had been so many fights in the arena before, and the damage caused each time was limited, but Hua Tingxue easily cracked the ice!
This is the strength of top masters. Even if their cultivation is limited, they can perform shocking methods just by their physical fitness and the skillful use of power.
When the ice shards were blown up, Hua Tingxue waved her snow-white sleeves, and the thousands of ice shards flew out. The sound of whizzing through the air was endless, and they were like bullets heading towards the black-clothed robe.
The masked man shot away.
Just by showing such a hand, he made countless people watching around him tremble with fear. Putting themselves in the perspective of the masked man in black, they were afraid that such an encounter would be pierced by those ice chips and turned into a sieve!
The masked man in black reacted instantly. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword across his body began to rotate at a high speed, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. There was a strong air flow in the buzzing sound, and it rotated at high speed.
The long sword formed a solid barrier in front of him.
Puff puff……
The ice shards shot out hit the long sword that was rotating at high speed, and either shattered or changed direction and flew everywhere. Each collision made a dull sound, and they continuously gathered together to make a sound.
Violent buzzing.
The ice chips that changed direction and flew across were scattered everywhere, making holes the size of bowls in the solid ice surface. Occasionally they were scattered among the crowd. Some people screamed and were pierced through the body on the spot. There were many such people!
Watching the battle and watching the fun, this is the first time people have paid the price.
The two people on the ring did not stop because of the surrounding situation. The previous methods were not even considered as tests. In the blink of an eye, they each made another move.
Hua Tingxue stepped forward, her figure erratic like snow falling in the wind, her movements were graceful and graceful, making people wonder. Even if her cultivation was limited, there were still afterimages of elegance under his movement.
The postures are different, some are like walking in a garden, some are like visiting mountains and rivers, and some are like enjoying snow on a snowy day...
Choking~!
The high-speed rotating scabbard in the left hand of the masked man in black did not stop spinning, but in the clear sound of the sword, he unsheathed the sword in his right hand. Under his swing, the cold long sword seemed to split into thousands of parts in an instant.
It flashes everywhere within a few meters of the surrounding area, bright and dazzling under the sun, like an endless sword net covering all directions, in response to the erratic figure of Hua Tingxue, who seems to be coming from all directions.
The countless people watching were dazzled and could not clearly see the movements of the two people on the stage. Many people were even dazzled and shed tears by the sunlight reflected from the rapidly flashing sword edge, and immediately looked away without daring to look further.
I marveled in my heart, is this a real master? Even if his cultivation is limited, his strength is still frightening. It doesn't seem to have much influence on them. I am afraid that I don't even know how to die in one encounter!
The masked man in black moved around in every square inch, the long sword danced, the sword blade whizzed, and the endless sword blades formed a dense network covering all directions.
In another situation, the scattered afterimages of Hua Tingxue suddenly disappeared, and people only heard a heart-shaking sound of swords, and a flash of piercing eyes, like the dazzling sunlight appearing in the snowy weather.
Disperse everything.
Then the wind stopped and the snow subsided.
The masked man in black froze his movements, and at some point a snow-white long sword was placed across his neck. The sword was very beautiful, all white, and the sword was covered with snowflake-like textures.
Facing the long sword hanging horizontally on his neck, the masked man in black slowly lowered the sword in his hand. His tone was a little lonely, and he said in a complicated tone: "As expected of Mr. Tingxue, Aoxue's swordsmanship is really good. I am willing to be inferior."
With that said, he returned the sword to its sheath, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the ring without hesitation.
When masters fight against each other, unless they are of equal strength, it will only take a moment to tell the difference.
The beautiful white long sword in Hua Tingxue's hand was wrapped in a sword flower and returned to the scabbard. He looked at the back of the masked man in black and left the stage and chuckled: "You are overthinking, I just used it."
It’s just a Dawn Sword Technique.”
Hearing this, the masked man in black made a move, nodded slightly and continued, feeling very bitter in his heart. Hua Tingxue's meaning was obvious. She was defeated without even being qualified to see his Aoxue swordsmanship.
There are talented people from generation to generation, but I am getting old after all. There are always talented people in the world. The world in the future belongs to young people.
With a faint smile, Hua Tingxue no longer looked at him, but turned her eyes to the surroundings and smiled: "It was not my intention to hurt anyone. I would like to apologize to those who were accidentally hurt just now, and please stay away from the ring to avoid appearing again.
Similar to the accidental injury before, who would be willing to come up and give me some advice next?"
His words were praised by many people. He couldn't be blamed for accidental injuries. However, he took the initiative to apologize and reminded everyone to stay away for safety and behave in a better way than Xie Yunlan did before.
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People felt comfortable, and those who had been accidentally injured took the initiative to say that they were not to blame, but that they were careless.
With the lessons learned from the past, those who were close to the arena kept away, but they were not far away from missing the next master showdown. Even the man in black who easily killed Xie Yunlan was defeated with one move. What kind of exciting competition will be next?
No one wants to miss this kind of duel between real masters, especially the competition that is still limited by cultivation. If you can learn a thing or two from it, it will be of infinite use.
Even Mr. Tingxue, who defeated the top ten masters below the mythical realm of the Dajiang Dynasty, came on stage. Almost 99% of the people present had no intention of going on stage. They were not qualified, so they went to die?
It's not that level, so don't embarrass yourself.
"Sir, this subordinate has neglected his duty, please punish me," the masked man in black said anxiously when he returned to the third prince.
The third prince wearing a mask waved his hands and said calmly: "What are you guilty of? Isn't this good? He immediately attracted people like Hua Tingxue. I think there are not many people who dare to come on stage. This saves a lot of trouble.
and time, step back”
"Thank you, sir." The masked man in black breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hands and stepped aside.
He raised his head to look at the sky, and then recalled the information sent by his subordinates before. The scope of the special rules had almost narrowed to the top of the mountain. The third prince's mind flashed, and he felt that it was almost time for him to take the stage.
Hua Tingxue is already one of the few masters in the world below the mythical realm. There may be similar people present, but there are definitely not more than three or five. After defeating him, it can be said that he has already held half of the Emperor Sword. As for there are other similar people.
Come on stage and send him off!
The third prince was not worried that he would be besieged after getting the Emperor's Sword. He had already arranged many back-up plans. Moreover, holding the Emperor's Sword was inherently good luck, so why should he be afraid?
At that time, if you go up and shout, you may be able to use half of the people present for your own use.
'Holding the Emperor's Sword is equivalent to the birth of the destined Emperor, and there should be a cloud of followers. If you want to come here, it is not only the sword-making ceremony of the Emperor's Sword, but also an opportunity for the Emperor to gain a team. You will see how to operate when the time comes.'
Many realizations came to his mind, and the third prince no longer wanted to wait any longer. His eldest brother was married to the Jin family and was supported by the Jin family's massive wealth. His second brother returned from the border last year with a great victory and gained fame through the relief society.
Although I have a master as my master, my master's level no longer cares about these small things, so I am at a disadvantage. But once I get the Emperor's Sword, they will all be far behind!
Caressing the unsheathed fierce sword beside him, the third prince slowly stood up. Seeing his actions, the other subordinates were shocked, knowing that their master was about to take action.
But at this time, someone stepped onto the ring faster than the third prince. When he saw that person, he stopped and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
The one who came on stage was Song Mingdao, who was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his appearance was not very outstanding. Even the weapon was an ordinary low-quality iron sword that could be bought for a few taels of silver.
But when he came on stage, no one dared to ignore him. He even attracted more attention than Mr. Tingxue on the stage!
Song Mingdao's reputation is much worse than that of Mr. Tingxue, but who can ignore his identity as the only living disciple of Burial Sword Mountain? Not to mention how powerful he is, just because of his identity, it is difficult for people not to go there.
I wonder if he is behind all this, what is his intention, and whether there is any unknown back-up plan...
The third prince has always been paying attention to Song Mingdao, and he values him even more than everyone present. In the third prince's opinion, the only thing that can happen is Song Mingdao, who has the greatest chance of happening!
As Song Mingdao stepped forward, everyone on all sides of the arena subconsciously turned their heads and looked over. Only the cold wind was howling between heaven and earth.
Looking at Song Mingdao who was on stage, even Hua Tingxue put away her smile, held the sword in front of her and bowed seriously, saying: "I'm Hua Tingxue, please give me some advice."
"I don't want to take the advice seriously. Buried Sword Mountain, Song Mingdao, come here to ask for advice." Song Mingdao held his sword in front of him and said in return.
Nodding, Hua Tingxue said: "I have heard of you. You are the only living disciple of Buried Sword Mountain for hundreds of years. Buried Sword Mountain was once known as the burying of swords in the hands of swordsmen. I hope I can experience the past in the hands of my dear friend."
The supreme elegance of Buried Sword Mountain makes this trip worthwhile even if we are defeated."
"My dear friend, my words are serious, Aoxue's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and I also admire it with all my heart. It has nothing to do with the past, only the present. I hope you and I will live up to the swords in my hands." Song Mingdao stood up straight and nodded.
Smiling, Hua Tingxue slowly drew out his extremely beautiful snow-white sword and said, "This sword is famous for its reputation, please."
Guyan
He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. Song Ming gently pulled out the sword and said in a deep voice: "This sword has no name. I bought it from a small blacksmith shop for three taels of silver. I'm sorry!"
As soon as the words fell, the two people on the ring moved almost at the same time.
In an instant, Hua Tingxue's figure flashed, and her elegant and calm figure turned into afterimages wandering around the arena, making it difficult for people to tell which ones were real and which ones were fake. With his cultivation now reduced, he
Being able to perform such exquisite movements is simply astonishing.
Is this still a method that limits your cultivation?
However, what made people stare even more was Song Mingdao. His figure disappeared immediately, making people look down upon his trajectory. There was only a faint gray trajectory that was erratic, as if melting into the wind.
More than 90% of the people under the ring were dumbfounded. They couldn't even see their movements clearly. What else were they looking at? People looked at each other and looked at others with blank eyes. What they saw were still blank eyes.
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The third prince's eyes flashed, and there was a solemn look in his eyes. The two people on the stage were instantly regarded by him as his next strong rivals.
"What happened? Hua Tingxue's figure is graceful and calm, which can dazzle people. The other Song Mingdao can't be traced, and his cultivation is restricted. Their methods are simply appalling, especially when there is no movement at all.
,What kind of fuss is going on?" You Xiao looked at the ring blankly and murmured.
Yun Jing beside him didn't answer, most of his attention was focused on the ring, but he could see it clearly.
At this time, Song Mingdao and Hua Tingxue were already fighting in the ring. It was not as silent as people thought, just because they were too fast.
Yun Jing had to admit that Hua Tingxue's movements were so exquisite that he had never seen them before. His movements were elegant, calm and as fast as lightning. On the other hand, Song Mingdao was just purely fast, extremely fast, so fast that there was almost no trace left.
Looking for the place.
Of course, they were not competing for speed, but were fighting from the very beginning. Many people could not even see their movements clearly, and of course they could not appreciate the danger involved.
Every time the two swordsmen swung their swords, they hit each other's vital points. But because of this, they were all trying to show off their moves. There was no real collision between the long swords in the hands of the two sides. They often saw each other's attacks.
The next move was changed midway. Because of this, there was no movement at all between the two people on the ring, just two ghostly figures wandering around and flickering.
"Hua Tingxue's swordsmanship is exquisite and unparalleled. Every movement has many changes, and every change has unexpected dangers. It can be said to be an opportunity to predict the enemy. If you can't see through his rhythm and make changes, in a blink of an eye.
Then he would be killed by his sword, while the Song Ming Dao was just pure speed. The long sword did not change that much. It could even be said that it was just a basic sword move, but under the blessing of rapid speed, every time he swung the sword, he was heading towards the target.
If it weren't for the fact that his sword skills were not good at guarding, even though Hua Tingxue could be killed with such rapidity, Hua Tingxue's sword skills would also come in behind and kill her. I'm afraid Hua Tingxue would have been defeated.
Hua Tingxue makes up for her lack of speed with her exquisite swordsmanship."
Yunjing, who was paying attention to the two fighting in the ring, thought to himself that he was probably the only one present who understood the changes in the situation on the field.
Hua Tingxue will not say it. She can still exert such strength even when her cultivation is restricted. Her swordsmanship can reach such an extent that even Song and Ming swordsmen have to make constant changes. It is conceivable that if her cultivation is not restricted,
Limitation, what earth-shattering strength he will display. As for Song Mingdao, Yunjing really admires this person. He actually practiced the sword scripture that he made up to such an extent.
Got it done.
The speed of Song Ming's sword has reached its extreme. If he hadn't encountered Hua Tingxue, a talented person who originally had deep cultivation but was unable to fully display his strength due to limited cultivation, and also possesses peerless swordsmanship and rich experience, if both parties had basic skills,
If the conditions were at the same level, Song Mingdao would have already won with such speed.
The reason why the two sides were in a stalemate was simply because Hua Tingxue's basic conditions were far superior to Song Mingdao's, which made up for the lack of speed.
In a sense, Hua Tingxue has actually been defeated!
'If I were to compete with the two of them on the stage... it would be meaningless. My cultivation is suppressed at the early stage of acquired life. My physical fitness is far superior to theirs, and my strength and speed are enough to crush them. That would be bullying.
people'
With his heart sinking, Yunjing continued to watch the battle, but he felt a little bored.
After almost ten or twenty breaths, Hua Tingxue and Song Mingdao on the ring were unable to do anything to each other. Both sides stopped with a tacit understanding, and each stood in one direction of the ring.
Standing with the sword in hand, Hua Tingxue said: "I am worthy of being the only living disciple of Buried Sword Mountain. Although my brother's sword moves are mediocre, under the unparalleled speed, it can turn decay into magic. I admire it, I admire it."
"Aoxue's swordsmanship is the only one I've seen in my life. The swordsmanship is exquisite, elegant yet fierce. It always predicts the enemy's first opportunity, making it difficult to guard against it," Song Mingdao said thoughtfully.
Watching the two of them stop talking in the middle of the game, many people looked confused. They had seen you two flashing back and forth before. What on earth happened?
Without the thought of explaining to others, Hua Tingxue was extremely entangled in her heart. Her cultivation was limited, and Aoxue's sword technique could not bring out even 1% of its true power, which made him so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
Song Mingdao was also troubled. Because his basic conditions were not as good as his opponent's, the quick sword at the first level of the Sword Sutra could not do its full work. This made him realize that he could not defeat his opponent with his quick sword alone.
Is it difficult to use the second level of Sword Sutra?
Just when Song Mingdao hesitated, something unexpected happened on the ring. Hua Tingxue suddenly put her sword back into its sheath, raised her hand to Song Mingdao and said with a smile: "Brother's swordsmanship."
I have already seen that if my cultivation level was not far superior to yours, I would have been defeated long ago. The so-called opportunity, for me, this is opportunity. Seeing your swordsmanship made me understand my shortcomings.
That's enough to say goodbye."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around in an unambiguous manner, got off the stage and strode away without the slightest trace of nostalgia.
Until his figure disappeared on the edge of the cliff, Song Mingdao still didn't react, so he left like this?
Everyone in the audience looked at each other and asked, "What's going on?"
A very few people understand in their hearts that it was Hua Tingxue who was 'defeated'. Her own cultivation level far surpassed that of the Song Ming Sword, but they thought that her cultivation was limited to the same level and that she could not win the Song Ming Sword for such a long time. This was not defeat.
What is it?
Although he didn't say it explicitly, he proved his calmness with practical actions. He left directly, not running away, but admitting his own shortcomings. This kind of magnanimity has to be admired.
It’s no wonder that people can grow up to be that kind of top master, but this kind of character cannot be matched by many people. If it were another person, let alone leaving so calmly, he probably wouldn’t give up until Song Mingdao fights to the death!
After a little thought, Song Mingdao understood what the opponent meant, and then stood calmly on the ring. He asked himself that if his cultivation were at the 'same level', he would be no worse than Hua Tingxue.
It is true that everyone’s cultivation is at the ‘same level’ here, but many things cannot be changed. Is it the same as the cultivation of the innate realm being suppressed in the early stage of acquired life, and the cultivation of true artistic conception being suppressed in the early stage of acquired life?
How long did it take for your basic physique to be tempered in the later stage of your true artistic conception than yours in the innate realm? The so-called suppression of cultivation is only reflected in the inability to display some martial arts skills that need to cooperate with the internal strength, true energy, and true energy. Not everyone's physique is suppressed.
It's the same.
Putting aside those fancy martial arts, the physique of Zhenyijing can exert tens of thousands of kilograms of power with every move. Is that comparable to the Xiantian realm? It is all-round and not on the same level.
Even with such a gap, Song Mingdao can still be on par with Hua Tingxue, so naturally he is better.
People looked at Song Mingdao on the ring with uncomplicated eyes, and even thought it was reasonable. After all, he was the only living disciple of Sword Burial Mountain, and no matter how outstanding he was, he could not be exaggerated.
However, only Song Mingdao himself knows that his current strength has nothing to do with Burial Sword Mountain. It was the senior on Crouching Tiger Mountain who gave him the Sword Scripture that made him successful.
Recalling the senior at the time, Song Mingdao's heart suddenly sank. The Sword Sutra was given to him by the senior at the time, and the opponent also read the Sword Sutra. The senior's strength was already unfathomable, and what level has it reached now?
He couldn't imagine it, but until now, he still didn't know who that senior was...
Standing on the ring, Song Mingdao glanced around, and even felt that the senior was among the crowd, just like he was on Crouching Tiger Mountain, hidden in the crowd watching the tiger fight.
Putting aside distracting thoughts, Song Mingdao, who was standing on the ring, knew that after reaching this point and finally being able to stand on the ring, it would definitely not be so smooth, and greater challenges were yet to come.
As for whether the sword in his hand can be transformed into the Emperor's Sword, even if it has already happened, and even if he finally stands in the ring, he cannot guarantee it. After all, even he does not know whether the Emperor's Sword was born in this way.
"I give up!"
At this moment, someone from behind the crowd suddenly said something incomprehensible.
People looked for the reputation and found that the person speaking was a man holding a sword. He was originally a handsome young man, but at this time, some white hair appeared inexplicably on his head. Originally, the white hair was still increasing, but when he said those three
After the treatment, the appearance of more gray hair on my head stopped.
While people were still frightened, the people present also realized that the scope of the special rules in the Sword Burial Mountain area has been narrowed down to this point. Next, they must either go on stage to compete for opportunities, or they can only give up decisively, otherwise they will be under the special rules.
Aging rapidly and turning into dust!
There wasn't much time for people to think about it, so almost everyone present either said they gave up directly or silently gave up in their hearts, thus avoiding being targeted by the special rules.
Yunjing didn't come here just to get the Emperor's Sword and rule the world. Of course he wouldn't be targeted by special rules if he didn't have that kind of idea. He was also curiously looking forward to it with the hammer on his back, looking forward to whether the Emperor's Sword would really appear.
In what way will it appear?
If it does appear, he can only do his best to see if he can finally be taken away to fulfill his master's instructions.
'Almost' everyone has given up, but there are still people who don't want to give up.
The third prince wearing a mask walked towards the ring step by step holding the fierce sword...
