The leader of the Eighth Sword Field was the last to be chosen, and Li Kezhou naturally became the last person to be chosen among the eight strongest men.
The final selection of the eight masters almost did not exceed everyone's expectations.
The six chiefs of this term and the previous term respectively occupy six of the seats, and the remaining two seats are respectively held by Yan Shihui and Li Kezhou. This is also expected by everyone.
The eight seats are decided, and the next step will be the real competition for the Holy Son.
The Dragon Pan Sword Field was cleared instantly.
Among the eight people, no one showed up for a long time.
"Since no one is willing to be the first one, let me, Jiang Ruoxu, do it!"
The voice fell, and a man appeared in the field.
"Brother!"
Han Xueyi in the crowd, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes full of admiration, and he whispered to himself.
"Yuntian Jiang Ruoxu is a man of righteousness, and he is truly chivalrous. He is truly a role model for our generation!"
"That's right! If you choose to appear first, you will have to face the challenges of the other seven. This requires not only courage, but also absolute confidence..."
"Jiang Ruoxu appears, who will challenge him next?"
In the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, a loud laugh rang out: "Hahahaha, okay! Jiang Ruoxu, you and I haven't had a fight for a long time. Today I will learn about your Taiyi Life and Death Sword again!"
Following a wild voice, a person flashed into the sword field.
"It's Rosen!" Someone screamed after seeing clearly who was entering.
"The chiefs of the north and south of the Sword Academy, I never thought that the first match of the Holy Son competition would kick off between the two of them."
"I am a purple disciple of the Sword Academy. No one knows the strength of the two of them better than me. Judging from the usual results, the two of them are almost evenly matched. However, it has been several years since the last time the two of them fought. Now it is still unclear who will win.
Unknown!”
Li Kezhou looked at the field quietly.
Jiang Ruoxu's Taiyi Life-Destruction Sword, which he had learned before, was extremely powerful and the flying sword was unpredictable. As for Luo Sen, he had fought against Jiang Huangquan before, so he had some idea of his strength.
In his opinion, Rosen should be slightly inferior to Jiang Ruoxu.
Just as he was thinking, the competition on the field had begun.
Not surprisingly, Jiang Ruoxu used his "Taiyi Sword of Life and Death", and Rosen used his own "Ghost and God Slave Heaven Sword".
Rosen's sword, the flying sword is mixed with the sword's force, which seems to be more powerful. On the other hand, Jiang Ruoxu's sword is obviously the purest flying sword technique. The sword marks are strange and contain two meanings of "life" and "destruction".
Ximen Jianqi watched the two fighting in the field with a hint of ridicule on his lips, not hiding his disdain.
"It's so complicated. The flying sword is not the flying sword, and the sword power is not the sword power. If the two sword arts are so easy to merge, will there be only one Rosen in the world who is a master of this way?"
Ximen Jianqi's words almost gave Rosen a verdict. Immediately afterwards, this man fell down. Looking at this posture, he would be defeated in less than three or five rounds.
"Take my Nine Killing Sword Picture!"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Rosen immediately released his sword map, trying to rely on the power of the sword map to reverse the defeat.
But this is of no help at all, because Jiang Ruoxu also has a nine-kill sword diagram in his hand.
The sword picture in Jiang Ruoxu's hand came from Diehuang, while Rosen's picture came from Li Kezhou's hand. The two have the same origin, and their power is not much different. The power of the sword picture did not help Rosen save the defeat.
After persisting for more than ten breaths, Rosen's defeat began to appear, but this man was stubborn and refused to admit defeat. In the end, he was injured several times. Seeing that his life was in danger, he was reluctant to give up.
"Senior brother has won! Senior brother is indeed the strongest."
Han Xueyi's excited cheeks turned red, and she looked even more excited than she had won a big victory.
Rosen looked unwilling.
A few months ago, he had just lost to Jiang Huangquan, but he also claimed to be second in the sword academy. But now, he had lost to Jiang Ruoxu's men who had never seen him before, and he couldn't accept it at the moment.
"Jiang Ruoxu... I didn't expect that your cultivation level would advance so rapidly. Today I am just one move away from you. In a month at most, I will fight you again to wash away the shame you brought to me today."
Jiang Ruoxu put his sword into its sheath, with an indifferent expression on his face: "Rosen! You are wrong. It's not that my cultivation has advanced rapidly, but that you have stagnated. It has been two years since the last time you and I fought. Now you are
, the same as two years ago.”
Rosen's face was gloomy, and the muscles on his face were twitching.
Jiang Ruoxu did not give up on attacking him and continued: "I'm not afraid to tell you that you didn't let me use all my means. As for the month you mentioned, I advise you to give up this idea. As for you now, no
In one month, even in another year, he will not be my opponent..."
Rosen clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.
But his skills were inferior to others, and no matter how much he said, it would only make him look pale. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the sword field.
As the first one among the eight masters to be eliminated, he walked heavily and felt ashamed.
No one cares about the loser's emotions, everyone is marveling at Jiang Ruoxu's power and the incredible power of the "Taiyi Life and Death Sword".
"Let me try your flying sword!"
As soon as Rosen walked out of the sword field, there was a loud shout and a person appeared in the field.
"Yan Xingyun!"
After seeing who was coming, there was a shouting sound from all around.
This man was the wild man who was injured by Li Kezhou's sword on the city wall a month ago. After a month of healing, this man has obviously recovered.
He looked at Jiang Ruoxu with a smile on his face: "Okay! I think back then, when I was the chief of the Sword Academy, you were just showing your prominence. I didn't expect that now, you have become the chief of the Sword Academy, and you have also obtained this skill.
Ancient flying swordsmanship, it seems you have a good chance..."
Jiang Ruoxu looked at his former senior brother with a serious look.
His growth path witnessed Yan Xingyun's arrogance.
To him, Yan Xingyun was a familiar but unfamiliar person. He had witnessed too many of how strong this person was in the past, but he had never experienced it personally.
Jiang Ruoxu looked magnanimous: "What I am today is inseparable from the care of my senior brother back then. I am very proud to be able to fight against my senior brother today!"
All the former disciples of the Sword Academy who are present know that Jiang Ruoxu is different from any other genius. At the beginning, this person was completely unknown and needed others to take care of him in order to survive in the Sword Academy.
At that time, Yan Xingyun was quite chivalrous and ranked as one of the three chiefs. He had his own force, and Jiang Ruoxu was one of his forces.
But later on, Jiang Ruoxu somehow got a great opportunity, his cultivation skyrocketed, his strength advanced by leaps and bounds, leaving all his disciples behind, until he became the current chief of the North Academy.
When Yan Xingyun heard Jiang Ruoxu's name for him, his eyes became gentler: "Ruoxu! Let me see what your strength is today. Don't hold back, because I don't know how to..."
Jiang Ruoxu smiled and nodded.
Just a sound of sword sound was heard, and the flying sword was unsheathed...