The first swordsman round of the sword fight kicked off peacefully.
Black mist soon filled the venue, and all the sword fighters were silent in tacit agreement and moved forward tiptoe.
The swamp is difficult to walk through, especially since this is a special swamp released by the Youhai Sculpture, which is formed by the condensation of layers of shadows. Even with the most advanced light skills, it is difficult to step on the water without leaving a trace. The slightest contact with the water surface will stir up countless smoke-like shadows. Although those shadows are thin, they are like ropes, wrapping around the body and dragging people into the abyss.
Generally speaking, swordsmen would choose to float in the wild. But the setting of this arena is to ban the air. Sword fighting is not allowed in the air to avoid affecting the stands. At the same time, it’s okay to float a little, but it’s a big burden. This swamp seems to be pressing down on a Mount Tai, making everyone feel heavy.
If you insist on floating in the air, if you float slightly higher, the gravity will continue to increase, so that your physical strength will be consumed faster, and you will be at a disadvantage in battle.
No one would choose this. After all, although it is possible to win the race by speeding up, only by being cautious and knowing how to preserve yourself can you survive.
Since this kind of chasing and competition rules have been adopted, everyone is no longer required to work hard and move forward one by one, and no longer defaults to using his own blood to provide pleasure to the master, but to adopt strategies to win and put winning first. , then it is allowed to preserve strength appropriately.
Of course, you can't go too far. As a slave, you only care about saving your life. If you let your family lose the game, it is very likely that the master will be angry and no one will survive.
If it were a month or even half a month ago, at least the swordsmen of Sunset Manor would move forward desperately and take the initiative to charge. The scene might have been a fierce battle from the beginning, but many things have quietly changed in the past half month.
Fighting is no longer the most important thing.
So, there was silence as soon as the sword fight began. Falling into a boring dullness. Although the stands overlook the overall situation, the distance is far and there is a thin smoke barrier. In fact, the view is blurry. I can see everyone entering and lurking, taking three steps at a time, watching and listening in all directions, moving at a speed like a snail. generally.
In this stand with no background music and no commentary and lively atmosphere, it is certainly boring to watch this kind of grinding game. There were boos for a while, and the audience who just said that the competition system was interesting and the organizers were thoughtful were very dissatisfied, and they shouted: "What bullshit rules? It's better to just use knives and guns to fight hard."
Of course, even if they protest, no one in the Yuan Dynasty can act arrogantly. The sword fight has begun and will eventually lead to battle.
Fortunately, she was trudging through the swamp. She had drawn the lottery for the backward path, and her first opponent was ahead.
The moment she drew the lottery, she felt unlucky - chasing or escaping sounds like chasing after all, but if it is changed to first and last, who doesn't know that first is better than last?
The person who enters first not only has the advantage in speed, but also can reach the favorable terrain first to ambush, or go to the fork in the road first to join his teammates, then turn around and clean up to bully the few. In short, he is more proactive. She very much hoped to get the lottery to go in first.
But there is no way, this draw is quite fair, it all depends on luck. Even if she is the general manager of Sunset Manor, similar to Xing Cang of Changfa Manor, she has quite a lot of power, but the lottery is presided over by Changyi Manor and supervised by Yuanshi, so she does not get preferential treatment. Bad luck means bad luck.
Her only advantage was that she could see clearly who was in front of her through a small observation device.
Fang Weiran.
Is that the name?
Just like Tang Zhao did the investigation beforehand, they Sunset Manor also did the investigation to investigate the opponent's intelligence. Both sides are evenly matched to a certain extent - both have inside information provided by insiders.
Coincidentally, this Fang Weiran was one of the people who was fortunate enough to have information.
It’s just that this information is not very detailed. For example, this Fang Weiran. Fortunately, I know that he is a close confidant of the long-haired master. He has followed from the outside world and has never left his side. I also know his name, place of origin, and his knowledge of cultivation, sword intention, and sword image. In fact, I only have a rough understanding of all this.
The sword image is unknown. It is said that this person is particularly good at protecting himself, and even has a sword skill that makes him invincible for a short period of time. It might be a strong shield, it might be a blur, or it might be a pull... In short, this person is good at being immune to attacks and then suddenly counterattacking when the opponent is surprised and loses his mind.
If you don't know this trick, it's really easy to fall for it, but if you know it, that's all.
Xingqing sneered secretly: An unbreakable shield? It just so happens that I have an indestructible spear here.
I want to see which one is stronger, spear or shield?
Now, the key is to find him.
As she moved forward, she was fortunate enough to observe her surroundings carefully enough, but could still find no trace of the man. She was familiar with the map and secretly thought: I'm afraid the fork in the road was not far away. Once you pass that fork in the road, you are out of the one-on-one one-way street, and you have to guard against more enemies.
She gradually felt uneasy: Although there were all eight of them, they all wanted to win, but swordsmen were different from each other. Some swordsmen had high hopes.
It's like a horse race, divided into upper-class horses, middle-class horses and lower-class horses. The best horse must win. Even in Tian Ji's horse racing model, the best horse must beat the middle horse, and the strong horse must beat everyone, no matter who the opponent is or what strategy he plays.
Xingqing is a top-notch horse. Even if there are expert foreign aids invited among the eight people, she is also the sharpest sword in Sunset Manor. She must win, and it is not enough to win only one person. Her tactic is to gain the upper hand from the start, kill the first opponent cleanly, and then expand the result.
She was frustrated at the first step, which was very distressing for her.
She didn't know what the long-haired master's temper was, but the sunset master, her master, had given a death order. If she couldn't do it, she would really die. And he died miserably.
She has experienced this kind of situation where she can only win but not lose many times, and she didn't think much about it before. It's useless to think too much. The difference between master and slave is destined, so she just rushes forward.
But today, when she thought about this section, her heart moved, and she thought to herself: Anyway, if you are going to die, do you want to give that one a try?
That chance to escape control?
Just today...
She had actually known about this for a long time, but she was still hesitant. She knew that besides her, other swordsmen in Sunset Manor also had this news. Because this news reached almost everyone's ears vertically, the sword slaves who heard it would naturally be tempted, but it was Xingqing who was the most troubled.
In the Sunset Manor, she was the only one who had some bottles and jars and was a shoe wearer. Since the Sunset Master became disabled, he almost handed over the power of the village to her. Although she is still a slave in front of her master, she is almost the master in front of other slaves. It can also be called a glorious and wealthy person.
Anyway, the life span is only a few decades, or even more than ten years, and it is not impossible to live in Sunset Manor for the rest of his life. She even had the urge to report this incident to her master to take credit, but she gave up in the end.
If she said that she would betray all the white-haired swordsmen, any remaining swordsman would tear her apart.
She was not so active before, but now she was irritated and couldn't help but think: How about running away too?
Just like this, a thought came to mind, and Xing Qing, who had experienced many battles, became distracted.
"Shhhhh-"
The bamboo whistle sounded.
Xingqing suddenly shuddered - this was her bamboo whistle. It was the probing swordsmanship she unleashed that responded.
The whistle sounded in her ears, but the source was far away. The sound of the wind from the opposite side blows into the bamboo whistle that she wears like earrings, and the sound of the whistle is heard. Although the whistle was short-lived, it sounded like a complete sentence to her ears, clearly describing the enemy's position, distance, and actions.
found it!
At this time, all distracting thoughts disappeared. Fortunately, she kicked off her feet and flew out suddenly - she still couldn't fly in the swamp, but she exploded faster than flying!
Halfway through, the sword was unsheathed.
At this time, she didn't even see anyone. She just relied on the sound of the bamboo whistle to draw her sword and stab it accurately in the direction she judged. Because she has 100% trust in her sword!
As she swung her sword, several pieces of bamboo appeared around the sword. It was not a few small bamboos, but a big bamboo that had been split into knots.
Several bamboo joints are like small swords, flying out around each other, as if the sword light is splitting, adding ten times the prestige to the big sword.
Halfway through the stabbing, she saw a shadow in the black smoke.
It's Fang Weiran.
Although there is no doubt that the human form is Fang Weiran, his whole body feels weak, which has exceeded the limit of black and white filtering to blur the outline of a human being, just like the moment before the Abyssal Envoys disappeared.
prick--
Obviously Fang Weiran was in a strange state, almost unlike a real person, but Xingqing stabbed him.
That's her style. If she can hit, stab her first!
One sword, ten bamboos, attack at the same time!
This stab was not unpleasant at all, it passed by the shadow and penetrated directly in front of Fang Weiran's body. The opponent had no time to react before he was already pierced through his body.
However……
Nothing happened, it was as if the shadow had been pierced this time and passed through without any hindrance.
retreat!
Xingqing reacted almost instantly and circled the sword back.
This reaction was extremely fast, and the sword retreated almost faster than it advanced.
But only the sword in her hand could retreat, while the other bamboos were still flying forward.
laugh--
There was almost no sound as several broken bamboo branches split and shattered into pieces.
It's not chopped or minced, it's minced. The bamboos seemed to be drawn into a flying and rotating propeller, and were quickly twisted into pieces.
Fang Weiran raised his head and smiled.
At this time, Xingqing only felt that danger was approaching and retreated quickly again.
In an instant, the thin shadow mist in front of them also shattered, and the surroundings were as chaotic as boiling porridge.
What can crush shadows?
"So that's it, it's space!"
The so-called invincibility means the virtualization of the operating space?
As expected!
Xingqing only sneered: If you know it, it won't be scary anymore. Manipulating space sounds incomprehensible, but in the world of swordsmanship, it is still far from invincible.
So what about this trick?
In front of her, a piece of bamboo appeared, facing her vertically.
"Swordsmanship - overwhelming!"
