Ding Xiaoyi and the Qingmang Peak disciple came to the elder.
The two handed the disciple tokens in their hands to the elder.
After the elder verified their identities, they were released.
Ding Xiaoyi walked towards the sword discussion platform step by step, while the Qingmang Peak disciple looked at him with disdain.
"Boy, it's not too late to admit defeat now," Luo Tao said to Ding Xiaoyi proudly.
"Senior brother, why should I admit defeat?"
Ding Xiaoyi's face showed his trademark harmless smile.
He looked at the Qingmang Peak disciple, then passed by the Qingmang Peak disciple and stepped directly into the sword discussion platform.
As soon as he entered the sword discussion platform, Ding Xiaoyi felt that the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
This sword discussion platform is very wide, with a radius of dozens of feet.
From the outside, it is only a few feet wide.
But after entering the sword discussion platform, they found that the sword discussion platform was dozens of feet wide.
Countless talismans linger around the sword discussion platform.
Layers of talisman light surged up, and the sword discussion platform was enveloped by the talisman restriction.
The dim light kept flickering, and Ding Xiaoyi stood in the sword discussion platform.
The Qingmang Peak disciple also followed closely.
He looked at Ding Xiaoyi coldly, his eyes cold and aloof.
Several flying swords lingered around him,
The flying sword made bursts of "buzzing" sounds through the air, and the sound was so majestic that it was intimidating.
"You don't want the opportunity, but you don't know who gave you the courage?" Luo Tao said coldly to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi stood in the center of the sword discussion platform,
His eyes were as bright as a torch,
He looked at this high-spirited Qingmang Peak disciple calmly.
He was also speechless for a while, Qing Qing
Do all Mangfeng disciples have this virtue? Their eyes are higher than their heads.
"Senior brother, the fight hasn't started yet, why are you so confident that you can beat me?"
Ding Xiaoyi raised the corner of his mouth and showed a bright smile.
"Since I gave you the opportunity and you didn't cherish it, then don't blame me, senior brother, for being harsher."
Luo Tao said to Ding Xiaoyi in a serious tone.
"Yeah?",
Ding Xiaoyi said calmly.
After saying that, he stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the Qingmang Peak disciple calmly.
Luo Tao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he made a sword seal with his right hand.
A flying sword turned into a stream of light and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi.
This Qingmang Peak disciple is only at the level of a Grand Master and poses no threat to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Hey...",
The flying sword pierced the sky and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi as fast as lightning.
Seeing the flying sword that turned into a stream of light and shot towards him, Ding Xiaoyi shook his head.
In his eyes, the flying sword, which was like lightning and a rainbow, was actually so slow that it made him panic.
He condensed his fingers and flicked several times in the air, only to see a wisp of sword energy flick towards the flying sword that was shooting towards him.
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi being so generous,
Luo Tao raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile.
He quickly grasped the sword seal with both hands.
"go",
He shouted loudly, and another flying sword turned into a stream of light and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi.
"clang……",
Ding Xiaoyi's sword energy hit the first flying sword with a flick of his finger.
The crisp sound is vast and sweet, lasting for a long time.
The flying sword stopped in mid-air,
Then another flying sword shot out like a thundering rainbow and lightning.
Ding Xiaoyi swept his sleeves, and a majestic energy enveloped the flying sword.
"Boom..." sound,
The violent energy that came out of his sleeves hit the shooting force hard.
Flying sword.
A majestic impact came, and Ding Xiaoyi's body shook several times.
He seemed to feel the overwhelming impact, which made him take a step back.
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi take a step back,
The Qingmang Peak disciple's eyes lit up, with a look of joy on his face.
"go",
Luo Tao made sword seals with both hands again, and the flying swords lingering around him once again turned into streams of light and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi.
"Whoosh",
"Whoosh",
"Whoosh",
…", The sound of flying swords piercing the air is endless.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes showed panic, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
After seeing Ding Xiaoyi take a few steps back, Luo Tao made seals with both hands faster.
The speed of the flying swords also increased a bit.
A sinister smile appeared on his face, and the flying sword penetrated the long air and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi with overwhelming force.
Each long sword made a sharp whistling sound, and the flying swords shot towards Ding Xiaoyi with great force.
Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed slightly when he saw those powerful flying swords shooting towards him.
He retreated again,
Luo Tao couldn't help but reveal a proud smile on his face when he saw that Ding Xiaoyi did not dare to confront the flying sword and chose to avoid it.
He formed seals with his hands and waved them faster,
"disease",
Luo Tao smashed his hands and opened his bow left and right, and the flying swords shot towards Ding Xiaoyi who couldn't help but escape, as if they had eyes.
"Hey...",
A sharp sound breaking through the air sounded in Ding Xiaoyi's ears.
He lowered his head slightly, and a flying sword grazed his scalp and flew away.
then,
Several more flying swords shot towards his throat and chest respectively.
One flying sword after another blocked all his escape routes.
Ding Xiaoyi fled in a hurry,
How could the Qingmang Peak disciples get what he wanted?
He couldn't help but hold the sword seal with both hands, and the flying sword turned into streams of light and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi like a swarm of bees.
Seeing this powerful flying sword coming with great force, Ding Xiaoyi showed a hint of panic on his face.
On one side of his body,
The flying sword passed by his chest.
And a flying sword shot toward his throat with a fierce light, causing Ding Xiaoyi's expression to change drastically.
He rolled along with the trend,
He rolled up on the sword discussion table like a naughty dog.
The battle on the sword stage was clearly transmitted to everyone's eyes.
When everyone saw Ding Xiaoyi's embarrassed figure, many Jiange disciples laughed mockingly.
No one thought that the Sword Peak disciple would be so unbearable, being driven as hard as a lost dog by those flying swords.
"No way, Junior Brother Ding can't even win the first match."
Some Sword Peak disciples looked at Ding Xiaoyi on the sword discussion stage, who was forced into a panic by the Qingmang disciple's flying sword, with worries in their eyes.
The ancient elf's beautiful eyes were shining brightly. How could she not tell that Ding Xiaoyi was hiding his clumsiness on purpose?
"Hahahaha, our Sword Peak is only capable of this. We thought your Sword Peak would be so powerful this time."
Several disciples of Qingmang Peak couldn't help but burst into laughter.
They looked at the Sword Artifact Peak disciples on the side, with undisguised disdain in their eyes.
Hearing the contempt and ridicule of the disciples of Qingmang Peak, the disciples of Sword Peak could not help but change their faces from blue to purple.
They didn't expect Ding Xiaoyi to be so unbearable. As soon as he came on the field, he was forced to run away in a panic by the opponent.
Just think
Thinking about Sword Artifact Peak's past achievements, they were relieved.
"This is the fifth round. That kid is so unbearable. I think he will be defeated by Senior Brother Luo in less than ten rounds."
A Qingmang Peak disciple said unceremoniously.
"There's no need for a tenth round. I think that guy will be forced to admit defeat by Senior Brother Luo in the next round."
Another Qingmang Peak disciple said exaggeratedly.
When the Sword Artifact Peak disciples heard this, their faces turned green and white.
Although the words of these Qingmang Peak disciples are unpleasant, what they say is true.
At this time, Ding Xiaoyi, who was on the sword discussion stage, fled in panic.
Several flying swords passed by his chest almost dangerously, and one flying sword almost stabbed his throat.
At this time, Ding Xiaoyi was in as much trouble as he wanted, but the Qingmang Peak disciple looked calm and calm.
I saw him pointing with both hands, and the flying swords turned into streams of light and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi with a sharp and ear-piercing sound.
A flying sword trailed a dazzling stream of light like a locust stone, and its sound and power were even greater.
"Oh, I'm going to lose the first game. It's really disappointing."
Some Sword Peak disciples couldn't help but said helplessly.
Sword Artifact Peak has been absent from many Tianjiao Sword Competitions.
They thought that Sword Peak could achieve better results this time and feel proud, but they still overestimated Ding Xiaoyi.
Among the crowd, only the ancient elf was extremely calm.
There was a sparkling look in her beautiful eyes, and a clear smile appeared on her face.
"Miss Gu, do you think Junior Brother Ding can win?"
A Sword Peak disciple asked the ancient elf unwillingly.
"Hahahaha, at this level, I still miss Senior Brother Luo. You guys from Sword Peak should wait until the next session."
Upon hearing this, the Qingmang Peak disciples burst into unbridled laughter.
Hearing the unbridled ridicule of the disciples of Qingmang Peak,
All the Sword Artifact Peak disciples felt extremely aggrieved, their faces were pale and pale, and they were helpless.
