"This Gu Zihe is really ignorant. If we really let Wei Jian Tang end this Jian Tang Competition without winning a single match, it would be tantamount to forging a grudge!"
The deacon of Tungsten Sword Hall also looked ugly, and said directly: "Gu Zihe, you come down first, let your junior brother Lisheng play in this game!"
"It's okay to make that Lisheng swordsman look embarrassed. And with his swordsmanship, there's no chance of winning. After he loses, I'll just go up and win five games in a row!"
Gu Zihe breathed a sigh of relief, moved back to the stage.
"Li Sheng, you go up. As a newly promoted disciple of the outer sect, you must experience this sword hall competition. Even if you lose, it will be a rare experience!"
The deacon of the Tungsten Sword Hall looked at Luo Zheng, fearing that he would be dissatisfied, and explained: "With your swordsmanship talent, after waiting for a year as a new disciple, you will definitely not have the opportunity to participate in the Sword Hall Competition again.
Already."
"Thank you, deacon. Then after I go up, do I need to lose a game on purpose?"
Luo Zheng asked with a smile.
"There's no need for this."
The deacon frowned and said.
"Hahaha, with your strength, do you still need to lose on purpose? If you can win, it will be a miracle. Wei Jian Tang's side will definitely have nothing to say!"
Gu Zihe laughed with disdain on his face.
Luo Zheng didn't take it seriously. He walked up to the ring with a pale face, raised his hands to the Wei Jian Tang opposite and said: "My disciple Lisheng Swordsman, who has cultivated in the Broken Realm, please give me some advice from the senior brothers of the Wei Jian Tang!"
"snort!"
Immediately, a new disciple of Wei Jian Hall flashed and landed in front of Luo Zheng. He said with a cold face: "Your Tungsten Sword Hall actually sent you here. This is because you are looking down on our new disciples of Wei Jian Hall."
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"Of course I'm not looking down on you. Our deacons just gave me a chance to participate in the sword hall competition, so that I wouldn't have a chance to get on the stage after the competition. If my senior brother defeated me, other senior brothers and sisters from our sword hall would naturally come up!"
Luo Zheng said with a smile and humility.
"Then you lost, don't blame senior brother for bullying you. Remember, my name is Ding Jiong. My cultivation level in the Great Shattering Realm ranks among the 90,000 new disciples..."
The disciple of Wei Jian Tang stared at Luo Zheng with disdain. As soon as he was halfway through speaking, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.
I saw that Luo Zheng didn't even listen to what he had to say, and just used a thick golden sword to kill him.
His true energy was injected into the golden sword, and it immediately grew into a huge sword. It slapped Ding Jiong on the head, sending him flying off the ring and fainting!
"What! Junior Brother Ding!"
"Damn it, this kid unexpectedly attacked!"
"This golden sword is so powerful. It is definitely a top-quality Taoist weapon. If it were to be slashed directly, Junior Brother Ding would probably have his head chopped off!"
"It seems that just like the legend, this Junior Brother Lisheng's swordsmanship is not very good, but his true energy cultivation is very amazing. When I saw the sword being sacrificed just now, there was no change, but the noise was so scary!"
Everyone in Wei Jian Tang was furious and started yelling.
The people on the Tungsten Sword Hall side were dumbfounded, showing expressions of disbelief.
Gu Zihe was so angry that he vomited blood. He didn't expect Luo Zheng to win as soon as he came on the field. In this way, even if he played all the games later, he would only get four points.
"Deacon, that senior brother Ding Jiong has fainted. Have I won?"
Luo Zheng turned around, looked at the deacon of Tungsten Sword Hall with a smile, and asked.
"You win, you win, but at least you have to wait until the other party has suppressed their cultivation level to the same level as you before taking action, right?"
The deacon said dumbfounded.
There are not so many rules in the sword hall competition. You can take action as soon as you get on the ring.
Of course, if your cultivation level is higher than that of your opponent, you need to suppress your cultivation level to the same level before you can take action.
Luo Zheng's cultivation level is already lower than Ding Jiong's, so naturally he is not subject to this limitation.
"It doesn't matter, Senior Brother Ding's cultivation is not that great anyway."
Luo Zheng smiled broadly and seemed very proud.
"Okay, okay! I have long heard that you were very cunning in the law enforcement hall, and you fooled the two deacons. Now it seems that you are indeed well-deserved!"
The deacon on Wei Jian Tang's side looked livid. He originally thought that he could win the match and save some face.
He never expected that Ding Jiong would lose to a disciple with inferior kendo qualifications.
"Although Ding Jiong was completely unprepared this time and lost unjustly, he still has nothing to say. At least the disciples of Wei Jian Hall have taught me that they all understand one thing. If you want to go to the ring, you must be prepared!"
The deacon stared at Luo Zheng with cold eyes, then looked at a deacon disciple of Wei Jian Hall, and said: "Geng Hao, you go on the stage and ask Junior Brother Li Sheng for advice. You must remember that you must not be careless.
When he suppresses his cultivation to the small broken state, he may not be his opponent!"
"The deacon actually asked Junior Brother Geng to play. This must be a bit of a fuss!"
"Yes, Junior Brother Geng is already ranked highest among the five new disciples!"
"The Lisheng Swordsman is very cunning, and he has a high-grade Taoist weapon in his hand. I think the only way to be sure of victory is to let Junior Brother Geng take action!"
Among the new disciples of Wei Jian Hall, Geng Hao ranks over 71,000, and his cultivation of Shattered Perfection is already the most outstanding.
Seeing the deacon directly asking him to come on stage, the other disciples of Wei Jian Tang were greatly surprised.
"Don't worry, deacon. The swordsmanship competition is about swordsmanship. I beat him with my swordsmanship. It's easy!"
Geng Hao was a lean man with a sharp breath. When he spoke, his eyes flickered as if sword light was erupting, and he was filled with murderous intent.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, his body turned into a sword light and landed in front of Luo Zheng. His cultivation had been suppressed by him to a small level.
"Sand-curling Crazy Dragon Sword!"
Without any explanation, Geng Hao stabbed Luo Zheng with his sword, and the sword energy was like a dragon with yellow sand!
Hundreds of big dragons rolled towards Luo Zheng wildly, and the void burst, extremely violent!
"Senior Brother Geng, I accept the concession!"
Luo Zheng saw the big tornadoes of yellow sand rolling in, but he didn't take it seriously at all. He used the golden sword again, moved the sword to a size of tens of thousands of feet, and swept it directly.
Boom!
Being struck by the golden sword, Geng Hao evolved into hundreds of yellow sand dragons, which exploded and were all smashed to pieces.
Like Ding Jiong, Geng Hao couldn't bear the power of the golden sword at all. He was knocked out of the ring and fainted!
Everyone was stunned and shocked!
No one thought that Luo Zheng would be so fierce. No matter how exquisite the opponent's swordsmanship was, he would just hit him with one sword, overwhelming him with force, and defeating him ten times with one force!