Thirteen disciples of the Taibai Sword Sect, Chen Guang, and Li Taizhen were all dumbfounded. Wu Jichun's words couldn't be more obvious. At this time, when his sect leader read out the rules, didn't he mean to act as the fourth round referee?
In the past, the leader of the Taibai Sword Sect would occasionally host sword trial conferences, but in the last five sessions, he did not appear. At most, he only showed up at the opening of the sword trial conference and then went into seclusion.
Don't think that the leader of a sect is idle. While they manage the sect on a daily basis, they cannot relax in their cultivation, especially the Taibai Sword Sect. Who is their sect leader?
Sword Saint Nangong Hong.
The leader in the grandmaster list.
The ninth on the Earth Immortal List, the biological son of Nangongchi of the Taibai Sword Sect.
The people at the top of the grandmaster list are all eyeing the top spot. If he slacks off in his practice, maybe the people behind him are also thinking about the top spot, so it is not impossible to challenge him.
"Number one on the grandmaster list, Sword Master Nangong Hong." Chen Guang couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He had never thought twice about being rude to Ruan, the gun tyrant who was sixth on the grandmaster list, but it was difficult for him to remain calm.
To him, it doesn't matter whether it's the Grand Master List or the Earth Immortal List, except for the first place. He will be the first anyway, so whether he is second or tenth, there is essentially no difference, except for the uniqueness
top of the list.
Ta! Ta! Ta!
The four elders, two on each side, moved out of the way. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. A middle-aged man in his forties appeared in the middle as if teleporting, looking at the contestants and the audience with a smile.
The man had a white face, a jade crown, and a green shirt with a unicorn pattern. He stood tall and straight, like an unreachable mountain. As soon as he appeared, everyone felt that it was a sharp sword.
This is the Sword Master Nangong Hong.
"What a strong man. Just feeling the sword energy emanating from him makes me almost breathless." Li Taizhen's heart beat hard for a few times, and a wisp of sword energy was released from his body. This is the end of the sword trial meeting.
At that time, he had always used fists and kicks, but in fact, he was a swordsman, and his swordsmanship talent was not simple.
The Tiger Soul Sword on his back was buzzing with excitement. This was the second time that the Tiger Soul Sword was so excited. It was different from the desire to feel the meteorite from the sky. The first time was in Haoran Academy, when the swordsman Han Chunjian defeated the casual cultivator Chang Jinxiong.
, the objects of excitement are all swordsmen.
Chen Guangdao: "It's really scary. This is just because we are releasing part of the momentum. If we release it with all our strength, we will all be injured or even die... Elder Ba Lindong is not that scary."
The weight of this comparison is very important. Ba Lindong is a master of the Dharma Realm, and Nangong Hong is just innately perfect. It does not rule out that Ba Lindong deliberately restrained his aura, but it is enough to show how powerful Nangong Hong is. This master is more powerful than the gun tyrant Ruan Sansi.
Sharp.
Nangong Hong raised his hand, and the uproar and whispers in the arena stopped, and there was a sudden silence, "Dear contestants, the rules are as follows: I will draw lots for you later, and rank them from one to twenty, according to the rules of the challenge.
The person at the back can challenge the person at the front, but cannot jump two places at the same time. That is, the person at the 20th can challenge the person at the 18th place. The winner and the loser exchange rankings and lose twice in a row (including accepting the challenge).
), you will lose the qualification to actively challenge and lock the ranking."
After saying that, Nangong Hong began to draw lots.
He grabbed the first piece of paper and read it out: "No. 1, Yuan Geng."
"No. 2, good cause."
"No. 3, Lu Xuanyi."
"No. 4..."
"..."
"No. 9, dancing beautifully."
"..."
"No. 12, Li Taizhen."
"No. 15, Xie Kui."
"No. 16, Tang Xie."
"No. 17, Chen Guang."
"..."
"No. 20, Guixing."
Chen Guang finally understood the reason why Nangong Hong hosted the fourth round. Looking at the rankings, except for the second-ranked Shanyin monk and the ninth-ranked Wu Linglong, the other contestants who were not disciples of the Taibai Sword Sect were all outside the tenth place, especially Wu Linglong.
Xiang Zong’s Ghost Xing.
Aren't you causing trouble?
Okay, let’s call them one by one.
There is always someone who can control you.
This is blatant cheating by any means necessary.
Nangong Hong really dares to do this, and he is not afraid of ruining his reputation.
Chen Guang shook his head, thinking that the position at the top of the grandmaster list was vacant. Nangong Hong's status in his heart had plummeted. He had no choice but to make up for it himself, although it might take three, four, five, six years of polishing and settling.
Gui Xing's upward path is not smooth. Xie Kui, Tang Xie and Chen Guang are blocking the 15th, 16th, and 17th ranks. If he wants to climb up, he must defeat one or two of them. If he is overconfident and does not skip a grade,
, then you must win 19 to reach the top.
Chen Guang can feel that his significance is to hold back Gui Xing. This is a major task.
Their arena is surrounded by five peaks. There are thick iron cables connecting the two peaks. The arena is on the suspended platform reinforced by the iron cables. It is like steps, one step at a time, surrounding the middle peak and going up.
In terms of climbing, Stage 1 is closest to the top of Zhongfeng, and Stage 20 is almost one-third of the height of Zhongfeng.
Chen Guang stepped on the suspended platform and jumped down step by step. He didn't stop until he reached the 17th stage. Looking down, he saw that it was very high, which could frighten people with a fear of heights. He stamped his feet again and found that the iron rope was very strong.
, there is no shaking for the time being.
"The challenge begins."
Everyone was silent, especially the Taibai Sword Sect disciples at the bottom, who were even more devastated. The three mountains in front of them had completely blocked their way up, and there was a fierce evildoer behind them. Apart from the two of them,
PK, there seems to be no other way.
"Since all the donors are silent, let the young monk take the lead." Shan Yin broke the embarrassment of silence, but it also made No. 1 Yuan Geng feel like he was facing a powerful enemy. Monk Shan Yin was originally No. 2, and the only challenge was for him.
Him.
Monk Shanyin jumped to the No. 1 ring, pronounced a Buddha's name to Yuan Geng opposite him, and said: "Donor Yuan, please."
Yuan Geng made a polite sword salute, "Master, please."
These words are obviously polite.
After Yuan Geng saluted, he unsheathed his sword. It was an adamantine sword. Although it did not reach the level of a spiritual weapon, it was still very sharp. The sword was erected in front of his eyebrows, with his two fingers placed in the middle of the sword, and he silently recited some mantra, "Sword"
The surface blooms with blue light, like the rippling blue sea.
Yuan Geng's eyes were sharp, and he waved the sword in his hand. A blue halo filled the arena, and immediately there was wind at his feet. He swept in front of Monk Shanyin in three steps, raised his right hand, and struck Monk Shanyin on the forehead with his sword.
Ding!
There is a light yellow film outside the body of Monk Shangyin, which is a protective shield for condensing internal energy. This is the effect of practicing [Vajra Indestructible Body] to the seventh level.
Yuan Geng's sword was unable to split the protective shield, so he continuously changed his position and struck at different parts, trying to find the shield door of the [Indestructible Body of Vajra], but he just cut a cup of tea, and still couldn't do anything, but he was exhausted. Monk Shanyin smiled slightly, closed the four fingers of his right hand, raised his arm, pointed his index finger forward, and hit Yuan Geng's right arm with an internal force, knocking off the opponent's sword, and Yuan Geng surrendered.
"Sumi Finger?" Li Taizhen's eyes showed incredulity, first the Maitreya Mahamudra, and then the Sumeru Finger. This monk is not simple. Ordinary monks are not qualified to have access to the two unique skills of Wolong Temple at the same time.
Chen Guangyi's decline is not due to Shan Yin being too strong, but because Yuan Geng is too weak. He is not even the best among the Taibai Sword Sect's disciples. Against Shan Yin who can compete for the top three, losing is inevitable.
He took a step forward and was about to challenge, but there was a loud sound from behind. It was Gui Xing of No. 20 entering the ring of No. 19, so he took back his steps and sat down silently as a
People who eat melons, "Can't you hold it in anymore?"