Jing Zhao, Lu Yuanlang, Sun Zhenliu, and Qu Xuan, these four are the top masters of the younger generation in the Jingxiang cultivation world. They are all in their twenties to thirty years old. The youngest Jing Zhao is only older than Liu Xiao Lou is five years older, but he has already broken through the golden elixir realm, and his future achievements will be limitless.
If they are the bright moon in the sky in the Jingxiang cultivation world, Liu Xiaolou is like the fireflies in the grass. He can only look up at the moonlight and sigh. He himself knows that when he reaches their age, let alone the golden elixir, even if he builds Foundation is also a luxury wish.
Comparing talents, financial resources, skills, and backgrounds, no matter what I compare with, I am far behind. The only thing that can be used is maybe appearance...
Of course, as a casual cultivator in Wulong Mountain, the biggest advantage is that he is always relatively correct in his cognition. Because he has experienced too many setbacks and humiliations, he will never lose his sense of normalcy.
We are just ordinary people, and it would be great if we can embark on the path of spiritual practice. We will not compete with them, nor will we compete with the bright moon, nor even expect the stars to accompany the moon. We will just be fireflies, free and carefree. Unrestrained, not responsible for the sect, not worried about inheritance, not worried about glory, not worried about ascension.
After hearing Cai Qiu Gong praise them a few words, he announced the start of the sword test. The rules are very simple. Whoever can persist to the end is the winner.
As for reaching the point, it really doesn’t need to be said, and there is no need to say that with so many great masters present, they can’t die even if they want to.
The Dongyang Sect, Tianmu Mountain, and Zhanglong Sect jointly headed towards the Qingyu Sect for this sword test. Therefore, it was impossible for Sun Zhenliu, Lu Yuanlang, and Qu Xuan to attack each other. The targets were all the Qingyu Sect. Jing Zhao. Of course, it is impossible for them to go shoulder to shoulder. In that case, even if they win, they will lose and they cannot afford to lose that person.
So they came up one by one, and the first one was Sun Zhenliu of the Dongyang Sect. This matter originally started because of the Dongyang Sect, so naturally he had to take the lead.
Sun Zhen took six steps on the field, without saying a word, and held his hands towards Jing Zhao.
The Qingyu Sect agreed to test sword fighting with the intention of letting Jing Zhao compete with the masters of the three sects to hone his skills. Therefore, Jing Zhao had known this situation for a long time and immediately returned the favor and stood opposite Sun Zhenliu.
A major feature of the Golden Core Realm is to refine the magic weapon into the sea of qi and nourish it with the sea of qi. Therefore, Sun Zhenliu pinched the sword formula with both hands, and saw the fiery red sword flying out from the top of his head and turning into a sword. Light. The light of the sword sometimes condenses and sometimes becomes empty. It is both a real sword and an imaginary sword, constantly transforming between virtual and real.
With just this move, the stadium was suddenly in an uproar, and the sound of high-fives and cheers resounded throughout the entire stadium.
"As expected of Sun Zhenliu of the Dongyang Sect. In the past, I only heard of his name but not his methods. Today, with this sword, it is really a worthwhile trip!"
"This is the virtual and real sword intent! The virtual and real sword intent! Is he really just in the first stage of the Golden Core? Incredible!"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this point in another ten years..."
"Okay!" Liu Xiaolou followed with high-fives and cheers.
The tiger-headed dragon shook his head and also praised: "It's wonderful! What do you think, dear brother?"
Liu Xiaolou marveled: "His sword is really long, and I don't know how it was hidden in his belly. How angry can you say he is!"
The tiger-headed dragon said: "This sword light is so beautiful. Dear brother, can you see how many colors it contains?"
Liu Xiaolou said: "At least three colors, red, orange and purple!"
The tiger-headed dragon said: "I saw five colors, as well as blue and white flames!"
Liu Xiaolou bowed to the tiger-headed dragon: "Brother Hutou's cultivation is far superior to mine, I am impressed!"
The two laughed at first, and then laughed bitterly. Everyone knows that Sun Zhenliu's sword intention looks very good, but what is so good about it is that they really can't understand or explain it. It can only be said that the gap is so huge that it is almost despairing.
Jing Zhao on the opposite side nodded, held his hands again, then swung his arms, and suddenly figures appeared behind him. These figures intertwined with each other, gathering more and more, and formed a three-foot-tall golden armored god general behind him.
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The god general took a step forward and transformed Jing Zhao into his figure. He moved his right hand upwards, and a ray of light appeared in his palm. In a moment, it solidified into a square-shaped halberd.
This scene is more shocking than Sun Zhenliu's virtual and real sword intention. It is the Qingyu Sect's divine fighting technique - Mountain God Manifestation.
At this point, Liu Xiaolou finally saw Jing Zhao in front of him and the golden armor god who fought against the demon vine in the Wulong Mountain Tiankeng drum last year!
It turned out to be him.
Sun Zhenliu stood in front of the golden-armored god general. He was worse than a baby seeing a strong man, but he was not afraid. He jumped up and rushed towards the golden-armored god general's face, with the virtual and real sword light at his side. , beheaded instantly.
Fang Tian's painted halberd swept over with huge power, and the fierce wind swept across the entire place in an instant.
"Ouch!" The tiger-headed dragon suddenly ducked down, trying to dodge the wind, but hit Liu Xiaolou on the head with his elbow.
"Ouch!" Liu Xiaolou, who had squatted down first, let out a cry of pain when he was hit by the elbow. The arms holding his head moved to cover the missing parts.
The subsequent strong wind was dispersed by Elder Cai, and the two of them got up embarrassedly and moved a few steps behind Elder Cai.
For them, the ensuing battle was just for fun. They thought that Sun Zhenliu, who had knocked off the helmet of the golden-armored god general with the light of his sword, had won. Just when they were about to cheer, Sun Zhenliu stepped back a few feet and looked up. Looking at the golden-armored god general, he was stunned for a while and then gave up.
Jing Zhao dispersed and returned the mountain god's appearance, saying in return: "Thank you for your advice."
Liu Xiaolou and the tiger-headed dragon looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
The tiger-headed dragon suddenly left, but after a while, he rushed back and whispered to Liu Xiaolou: "The virtual sword of the virtual sword light was broken, and only the real sword was left, so the helmet was chopped off."
Liu Xiaolou thought deeply: "It makes sense... but what if the real sword is broken?"
The tiger-headed dragon was stunned for a moment, and then left. After a while, he rushed back and said: "If the real sword is broken, the entire shadow of the mountain god will be scattered, and Jing Zhao will reveal himself!"
Liu Xiaolou marveled: "It's really mysterious."
The tiger-headed dragon shook his head and said, "Who says it's not the case!"
Liu Xiaolou became suspicious again: "If the helmet is chopped off, it is still Jing Zhaosheng. If the mountain god is defeated, it is still Jing Zhaosheng. So how can he be considered defeated?"
The tiger-headed dragon scratched its head and ran away again.
Liu Xiaolou had no time to think about these issues anymore, and the second sword test came to a critical moment.
Jing Zhao summoned a new god this time, but it was not a golden helmet, golden armor, or golden halberd, but a bare-chested warrior wearing a yellow silk ribbon. This strongman is not as big as the mountain god, only about 10 feet tall, but he has a huge back and has no weapons. He only uses his divine power to create shocking storms.
In the whirlpool of the storm, a dragon shuttled through it. The roar of the dragon was silent, but it caused severe pain in Liu Xiaolou's eardrums and made him almost deaf. Fortunately, Elder Cai waved his sleeves and condensed a cloud of blue clouds, and the severe pain gradually disappeared, but the tinnitus was inevitable.
The tiger-headed dragon ran back and shouted hoarsely into Liu Xiaolou's ear: "..."
Liu Xiaolou was confused and listened to something strange: "..."
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