On the central stage, the referee elder announced loudly: "Jiang Changkong wins!"
Wow... there was a burst of warm applause from the stands.
But there are still many people who are still confused.
Is this a game?
Are the kids playing house?
Isn't he the direct disciple of Ying Wudao, the best swordsman in the world?
Why do you know how to use fists?
Why does this game look so fake?
Everyone's competitions are all about gorgeous swordsmanship, just like this Wenren Chaosheng, who shoots with cold stars and spears.
Then, the opponent casually grabbed the barrel of the gun, and then sent it directly out of the ring.
"Brother, did Wenren Chaosheng get angry?"
"What kind of water are you putting in? Didn't you see that Jiang Changkong is very powerful?"
"I don't believe it! No matter how old you are, can someone like Wenren Chaosheng be as powerful as Wenren Chaosheng? Wenren Chaosheng is a person who only takes the strength route. Everyone knows how powerful he is. Moreover, he is still in the eighth level of the innate world. He was killed before he even made a single move. Do you believe that Jiang Changkong, who is just a fourth-level innate man, entered the arena and gave it to you?"
"…Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."
"Hmph, unless I see him draw his sword and defeat his opponent with swordsmanship, I won't believe him even if he is beaten to death."
"Haha, don't talk too much, otherwise you might get beaten to death."
"I am waiting!"
There are actually many people who hold this idea.
Because the entire battle process is too simple, the time is too short, there are no bells and whistles at all, it is rough and direct.
It felt like it was an act.
Too fake.
However, most of the people who have this idea are young people who are not strong enough.
But for some strong people, there is no such idea at all.
Their consciousness was always probing, and they could clearly feel the powerful force in Jiang Changkong's body.
This power is not something that ordinary innate warriors can possess.
Even Wenren Chaosheng, who is famous for his strength, cannot compare with him.
In the central arena, as the referee announced that Jiang Changkong had won, Jiang Changkong immediately gave Wen Renchaosheng a fist in his arms and said, "I accept."
"Look, Jiang Changkong himself admitted that it was a concession..."
Snapped!
"Why did you hit me on the head?"
"Is your head mushy? Or is your intestines going straight to your brain? That's Jiang Changkong's humility! Humility! Do you understand humility?"
"If you win, you win. What's the point of being modest?"
Snapped!
"Ouch, why did you hit me again?"
"Made, what a stupid head! Let's see when you can get your wits about you!"
On the central stage, the referee loudly said: "The third game, He Yumo vs. Jiang Changkong!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a person flew up from the stage with a sword on his back.
Generally speaking, people who carry swords on their backs are basically swordsmen.
Because only those who are extremely infatuated with the sword would carry the sword on their backs all the time instead of storing it in a space ring.
Only in this way can it become one with the sword and become a whole.
The lethality of such a swordsman is extremely astonishing.
But Jiang Changkong is an exception.
He always believed that the sword was just a weapon, used for killing, and would become one with the sword only when it was necessary to kill.
When not in use, he hid it in the scabbard, put the ring away, and returned to his normal state.
After the first two battles, all the direct disciples who participated in this competition have a relatively clear understanding of Jiang Changkong's strength.
Everyone knows that Jiang Changkong is not as simple as he appears.
The so-called innate fourth level cannot be counted here at all, and it is not even of reference value.
He Yumo flew onto the stage and immediately clasped his fists and said, "He Yumo, I am a disciple of the ninth level of Xiantian Heaven. I am a disciple of Tianfeng."
Tianfeng is where the master of the Demon Suppression Hall is.
In other words, the He Yumo in front of him was the direct disciple of Wu Daoze, the master of the Demon Suppressing Hall.
Jiang Changkong politely clasped his fists and said, "Zhangkong has met senior brother."
Seeing Jiang Changkong being so polite, a smile appeared on He Yumo's face.
Then he said: "The swordsmanship of Hall Master Ying has always been unparalleled in the world. Today, it is an honor to fight against the disciple of the best swordsman in the world and see the strongest swordsmanship in the world."
The implication is that Jiang Changkong should use his sword and not always use fists or other things, which are useless.
Jiang Changkong smiled and said: "Senior brother, you're welcome. I've just started, and I haven't even learned the master's precautions. My swordsmanship is rudimentary, so don't make fun of me."
In the stands, Ying Wudao had a smile on his face.
Indeed, I haven’t even learned what to expect from me... This guy can talk, and his words are very comfortable to listen to.
Well, it's best to kill He Yumo with one sword, and completely establish that the swordsmanship of this master and disciple is worthy of its reputation, and convince the world.
At this time, the referee said: "The rules of the game have been stated twice, so I won't repeat them. Now I announce that the game has begun!"
He Yumo stared at Jiang Changkong and said: "Junior brother, please take out your sword."
Jiang Changkong smiled slightly and said, "That's fine."
There was a flash of light in his hand, and a sword appeared.
A very ordinary sword for He Yumo.
He Yumo was a little confused.
With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that Jiang Changkong's sword was a newly minted yellow-level magical sword.
It is a sword used by cultivators, not warriors.
And it's still a low-grade yellow grade.
So poor?
It doesn't make sense.
With Master Ying’s wealth, does he need any sword?
Why use such a cheap sword?
Not only He Yumo was confused, but several big guys in the stands were also confused, and they all looked at Ying Wudao.
Even Qin Tianzheng looked at Ying Wudao.
It seemed that he was asking why Ying Wudao was reluctant to get a good sword for Jiang Changkong.
Ying Wudao was watched by so many people, so he could only say: "The sword I have here...well, it's too bad. I haven't found a suitable sword for him yet."
Everyone rolled their eyes.
Is your sword too bad?
Who are you lying to?
You are a top swordsman who plays swordsman, and you have eighty or less exquisite swords in your hand. Basically, you have touched all the best swords in the world.
Wouldn't you like a good sword?
Are you stingy and don't want to be a disciple?
In fact, everyone really misunderstood Ying Wudao.
He does have many good swords, but the problem is that Jiang Changkong's current strength is still very low. Not only are many good swords unable to unleash their original power, but they will actually hinder Jiang Changkong's performance.
It was like a baby dragging a long knife to chop someone. The long knife was definitely more powerful than a dagger, but it was too heavy and too heavy for him to use at all.
If some of his swords were used by Jiang Changkong, they would only be able to exert a small part of their power at most, which would greatly reduce Jiang Changkong's performance.
At this stage, Jiang Changkong only needs some ordinary weapons.
Of course, according to Jiang Changkong's characteristics, he had already arranged for someone to build it, but he just didn't build it so quickly.
Another more important reason is that he hopes that his apprentice can focus on swordsmanship instead of external objects such as swords.
Learn the heart of the sword from the swordsmanship.
Many people at this stage still don’t understand it.
I don't even know what Kenshin is.
But as a top swordsman, he certainly knows that a swordsman's cultivation of sword heart is more important than anything else.
But the heart of the sword is ethereal, and there is no skill to speak of, so it can only rely on enlightenment.
Even he himself couldn't explain Kenshin.
This thing is completely inexplicable.
He didn't know that his disciple had understood the sword's heart as early as when he first practiced swordsmanship, and had already achieved the clarity of the sword's heart, and it had reached an extremely advanced level.
"If you don't care about your apprentice, you can give it to me. Don't worry, I will promise to give him a better arrangement."
Wu Dao said.
Ying Wudao glanced at him and said, "What are you messing with? My own disciple doesn't know how to feel pain?"
pain?
Everyone was speechless.
Does it hurt to hold it in your mouth?
Just with this broken sword?
But no one said anything else.
The competition is going on now. Through this competition, everyone can see how effective Jiang Changkong's sword is on him.
At this moment, Jiang Changkong didn't feel anything wrong with the sword in his hand.
He even thought the sword was just right.
Of course, the main reason is that he has never used a good sword so far.
"Brother, please."
Jiang Changkong made a gesture of invitation.
Obviously he is only at the fourth level of Xiantian, but this posture gives people the feeling that he is more powerful than He Yumo, who is at the ninth level of Xiantian opposite.
He Yumo was not polite either.
A fight is a fight, and being polite means nothing.
The so-called competition is actually equivalent to arm wrestling and cannot reflect comprehensive strength.
Only real combat can truly reflect this.
Clang!
There was a sound of sword sound.
The long sword behind his back was unsheathed.
In an instant, the silver light shimmered and the chill hit me.
The long sword fell into his hand as if it had eyes.
Holding the hilt of the sword, He Yumo caressed the sword in his hand as if he were a lover.
"Han Yue weighs forty-nine kilograms and nine taels and nine cents. It took seven or forty-nine days to build, soaked in the cold spring for thirteen days, drank the blood of five hundred and thirty-six demons, and became a psychic since then."
Jiang Changkong nodded, "It's a good sword."
Unexpectedly, the other party had already introduced his sword, so he had no choice but to introduce it, "This is what I got when... well, this is the trophy I got from killing a middle-stage Jindan monk. I don't know the name, but the material of this sword is still good." good."
He Yumo's eyelids twitched wildly.
Killing a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core... You are only a fourth-level Xiantian, barely in the middle stage, but you killed a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core.
Did you introduce it like this?
Not only He Yumo's eyes were twitching, but also many people at the scene were also twitching.
"Holy shit! Is it true? He is a third-level innate person who is invincible in the innate realm. How can he kill an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of the golden elixir?"
"You're not bragging, are you? Can he really kill an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core?"
"This makes me suspect that this cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core is probably a rubbish. Otherwise, how could he be killed by a person with the fourth level of innateness?"
"It's unbelievable. I don't believe it at all. I think Jiang Changkong is joking."
"I also think it's a joke. Didn't you specifically say he was in the middle stage of the Golden Core when he introduced him? This should be a lie."
"Yes, if he was being modest, he would at most say it was in the Golden Core Realm, and would not be so specific."
In fact, Jiang Changkong didn't mean anything in particular when he said it. He mainly wanted to reflect the value of the sword.
What he means is that this sword is the sword of a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and it shouldn't be much weaker than your Hanyue Sword.
Who knows it could be self-defeating.
It caused such a big reaction from everyone.
"Has your apprentice killed an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core?"
Wu Dao looked at Ying Wudao and asked in shock.
The other peak masters also looked at Ying Wudao in shock.
Ying Wudao shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, maybe."
He knew the past of some of his disciples, but he had never heard that he had killed anyone in the middle stage of the Golden Core.
However, in the later stages of martial arts golden elixir, my disciple did kill a few.
If you knew it, you would probably be even more shocked than this.
But Qin Tianzheng kept this matter secret from others, in order to protect Jiang Changkong.
After all, Mu Xiu Yulin is not a very good thing at the moment.
Of course, who of his disciples would dare to take action?
Unless you don’t want to live anymore.
But Qin Tianzheng still insisted on being cautious, and he had no choice but to follow the emperor's wishes.
Jiang Changkong was his disciple, but he was also the pillar of the empire and the future of the empire.
At this time, on the ring, He Yumo, who was shocked, had already begun to draw his sword.
He was not polite at all towards Jiang Changkong and used his killer moves.
As soon as the sword stabbed out, the clouds and mist shrouded, and the mist and rain continued, making people mesmerizing.
It leaves no room for any resistance.
Jiang Changkong clicked his tongue in surprise.
This swordsmanship is really not bad.
Then he also swung his sword——
Peach Blossom Kill!
Thousands of peach blossoms suddenly appeared, fluttering, and extremely beautiful.
With his current cultivation level and his second level of sword intent, this sword was dozens of times more powerful than before.
The murderous intention hidden in the peach blossom is extremely terrifying.
Swish... The mighty peach blossom sword light broke through the rain and rushed towards He Yumo.
Everyone present was amazed.
What a rich artistic conception!
Even Ying Wudao was a little surprised.
He had never seen this move from his apprentice before.
Obviously, this is a sword move that the apprentice has learned before.
Who created this?
It is so powerful!
The perfect fusion of beautiful artistic conception and killing sword is amazing.
He Yumo's eyes brightened.
He was not afraid of Jiang Changkong's strength, but he was afraid that Jiang Changkong was not worthy of his name and was not a swordsman.
Now it seems that Jiang Changkong is indeed a genius in swordsmanship.
The fact that he can use such a swordsmanship with such rich artistic conception at will shows that his understanding of the sword is extremely powerful.
This is exactly what he wants.
As the saying goes, a thousand cups are too little to drink with a close friend, and the same is true for a swordsman.
"Well done!"
He Yumo shouted loudly, "The rainbow penetrates the sun!"
With one move of the sword, the drizzle suddenly cleared up, and a long rainbow suddenly pierced through the endless peach blossoms and headed towards Jiang Changkong.
Jiang Changkong smiled slightly.
"it's over."
With that sword strike just now, he had already tested He Yumo's true strength.
Then he swung his sword——
A moment of eternity!
A sword beam appeared instantly like a meteor, directly scattering the rainbow, and hit He Yumo's chest with the speed of thunder.
He Yumo seemed to be struck by lightning.
If it weren't for the protective mirror on his chest, this sword would have penetrated his whole body.
The huge force knocked him away instantly, and he flew out of the ring like a meteor.
It flew hundreds of feet away.
boom!
Smashed to the ground.
Kick, kick, kick... He stepped on the ground repeatedly, taking away the power from his chest.
He stepped on the ground and dug several deep pits.
