Led by Wang Songxi, a large group of people came to the martial arts field to watch Li Kezhou die so tragically. Their expressions all seemed to be carved from the same mold, with fear and fear mixed with fear.
Especially Luo Xu, whose legs were shaking. He shrunk his neck and quietly blended into the crowd when no one was paying attention. He rolled and crawled and walked away in a hurry.
Following him, Wang Songxi, as the Holy Son of the Sword Academy, lost the courage to stay any longer. He seemed to be afraid of Li Kezhou's eyes looking at him, so he was frightened and fled in a hurry as if running for his life.
Li Kezhou looked around the stage at the several kendo masters who were sitting motionless like sculptures, and finally his eyes fell on the old man who was presiding over the competition.
"It seems that no one is taking action anymore. This elder, can I be considered to have won the top ten elder seats now?" Li Kezhou asked in a calm voice.
After he asked, the old man recovered from his shock and nodded quickly: "Yes, your Excellency has won the position of elder and has since become a member of our sword master's home. Just now, the little old man has little knowledge and does not know what the world has to offer."
With a young genius like you, please forgive me for making some rude remarks..."
The old man solemnly saluted.
Li Kezhou didn't take it to heart and nodded slightly, accepting this person's apology.
Seeing this, the old man beamed with joy and said: "However, according to the rules of this competition, your Excellency defeated the second-ranked swordsman. Of course, he replaced him. I just don't know if you will continue to challenge and compete for this time."
Election, the first seat to be traded?”
After Li Kezhou heard this, he looked at the stage again. To be precise, he looked at the old man sitting in the first seat.
When he saw this, the old man looked straight away and pretended to be calm, but there was a drop of sweat on his temples.
This man has a great reputation in the world, but he himself knows his own weight. Although he is sitting in the first position, he is not much better than the old man with a tiger beard who died tragically just now. To defeat this man before was a struggle.
At the expense of half a move, he won the first place.
The old man died so easily just now. Even if he was replaced, the end would definitely not be much better than this. Naturally, he felt uneasy.
Li Kezhou smiled slightly: "Forget it! I am not interested in this chief elder. I am too lazy to continue the challenge."
The purpose of his visit this time was to win a seat and then join the "Dragon Slaying" queue. He was not interested in competing for the top spot at all.
Hearing that he gave up the challenge, the anxious old man became visibly relaxed.
The elder of the Sword Academy, who was presiding over the whole meeting, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Okay! In this case, if you have no objections, today I, the elder of the Sword Academy, will run for the election, and the top ten elder seats will be announced..."
"The chief elder is: Nujiang Sword Domain, Sword Master, Elder Liu Tang; the second one is..."
When the old man read about Li Kezhou, he suddenly realized that no one knew the specific origin of this young man who suddenly appeared and shocked the whole audience.
Li Kezhou said at the right time: "I live in no fixed place and do not belong to any sword domain."
The old man laughed and boasted: "It turns out that you are a great prodigal knight. His sword is not unsheathed the whole time, and his skills are superior to those in the field. If he draws his sword, it will destroy the five sword fields. Why don't we just call it the Ronin's Sword."
Li Kezhou was noncommittal.
This is more or less in line with his actual situation, because he is indeed a wandering person with no fixed residence. His sword is not well known, so naturally he has no name and no surname. Calling him this way is a last resort.
Mr. Ren himself would not have thought that the name "Ronin Sword" he casually coined would become two major sword names alongside Xie Yunliu's "Magic Sword" in the next thirty years, and thus influence the way of swordsmanship forever.
years.
The three-day election campaign for elders came to an end.
Three days later.
Qishangjianyuan, Presbytery.
In an elegant room.
Li Kezhou sat cross-legged on a futon, lighting the incense in front of him and meditating with his eyes closed.
He received news from the alliance that the Spiritual Dragon was born tomorrow. Although the Sword Academy was still calm, he knew that the calmer it looked on the outside, the more turbulent it was secretly.
Therefore, during the past three days, he stayed at home and closed his eyes to rest, raising his state to its peak in order to cope with the upcoming dragon-slaying battle.
It can even be predicted that the narrow escape he experienced last time will definitely happen again this time. It will not be easy for him to seize the spiritual bones from the powerful people of the Holy Land of Four Directions.
And his target is not just one spiritual bone, but all nine.
This would inevitably trigger a desperate counterattack by the masters of the Four Holy Lands, so it was destined to be a nine-death battle, but he had to do this for the sake of the sword-splitting body.
Li Kezhou slowly opened his eyes and looked outside the door.
A figure appeared outside the door.
"Senior is here, you can come in."
When Li Kezhou saw this shadow, he knew that it couldn't be anyone else except the "Jianjizi".
This person came at a fixed time every day for the past three days, and the two discussed many cultivation issues.
After some verification, Li Kezhou also knew why the old man had the title of "Jianjizi".
This person also followed the path of swordsmanship in the line of sword energy and sharpness, but it was completely different from the sharpness he cultivated. It could even be said that they were two completely opposite poles.
If his sword is ice, then the old man's sword is three thousand weak water.
This kind of strange swordsmanship was the only one he had seen in his life, but subconsciously he had a feeling that the swordsmanship practiced by the old man was very extraordinary and not weaker than the swordsmanship he practiced.
Before this, he didn't think that there was a sharp edge in the weak water, but it wasn't until yesterday that he realized how amazing the sharp edge was when water dropped through a stone.
In another sense, Jian Jizi's sword is not weaker than his in terms of sharpness.
The old man pushed the door open and walked in with a smile on his face as always: "My little friend, yesterday I had an exchange of swordsmanship with you, and I benefited a lot. Today I can't help but bother you again."
Li Kezhou smiled slightly: "Senior, you're welcome. The way of swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable. The juniors also benefited a lot. Although you and I practice in completely different ways, we all have one thing in common. I have been looking for it these days, but there is nothing.
Clue."
The old man was overjoyed when he heard this: "You feel the same way? It seems that my feeling is indeed correct. If your sword is vertical, then mine is horizontal. Although they are two completely different paths, they have the only one."
Intersection point.”
"I have a feeling that if this point can be understood, it will be truly extremely sharp, and it may become the most terrifying sword in the world."
Li Kezhou nodded slightly.
He and the old man in front of him had a sparring match yesterday. Although neither of them tried their best, he could feel that the old man's cultivation and strength were indeed better than those of the master of the Sword Academy.
There are only a dozen strong men in the second echelon of the Guizhen Realm in the world. This old man can definitely be at the forefront. Even if he uses all his strength, he may not be able to hurt this person. Of course, if the other party wants to hurt him, he will not be able to hurt him either.