Li Yan and Lu Xiaoying were the two most talented disciples of this generation of Fuhua Sect. Unfortunately, Lu Xiaoying was defeated by Guang Zhu, and all the burden fell on Li Yan.
Being in the top three this time is already an unexpected surprise, but everyone in the Fuhua Sect is looking forward to him taking a further step.
Because he couldn't use spiritual power in the battle, Li Yan couldn't summon falling flowers, but his long sword moved like a dragon, and it seemed as if flowers were falling around him.
It's the sword's intention.
He actually took the form of his sword!
A happy smile flashed across the face of the leader of the Fuhua Sect. She raised her eyes to look at the disciple Lu Xiaoying beside her. She looked dazed and confused, but she closed her eyes and said nothing.
Although Xiaoying is extremely talented, she is not as good as Li Yan.
Lu Xiaoying watched the battle on the stage in bewilderment, her hands in her sleeves shrinking unconsciously. Has Senior Brother already practiced Chuan Hua Fuliu to this extent?
She is still only on the eighth floor...
For the first time, Lu Xiaoying felt the gap between her and Li Yan. She thought that she had worked hard enough by practicing day and night without any distractions.
Fu Zhu felt the invisible sword energy floating around her, and she understood it in just a moment. She said: "You can actually take the form of a sword. It's really amazing."
No wonder her senior brother had told her to be careful about Li Yan.
The sword intention in his hand was really hidden.
Li Yan's long sword left the ground, and the sword light came through the flowers and willows. "You are the first person who can make me use this move."
The girl was still calm and calm. She turned her sword sideways to resist a sword energy. She turned her waist and faced away from Yan. She held the sword hilt with both hands. She imitated his way of speaking and replied: "You can let me use this move." Yes, you are also the first person."
Fine snow falls from the sky.
A piece of crystal clear and solid frost flower fell leisurely. The moment it touched the ground, a chill swept through the entire barrier.
"Didn't you say you can't use spells? She broke the rules, why didn't Elder Zhu care about it?" Jin Shuangshuang looked at the sky filled with snow in the barrier, but the elder of the Taixuan Sword Sect who was supervising the battle remained motionless, allowing Fu Zhu to continue fighting. , couldn't help but feel anxious.
She turned to look at the sect leader and other elders. They seemed to have no intention of stopping them and were fully focused on the duel on the field.
Jin Shuangshuang called Jin Mingyun again, and found that his eyes were also on the ring. He didn't hear his words, and tugged on Jin Mingyun's sleeves to show that he was angry.
Jin Mingyun came back to his senses, but he did not comfort her as usual. His tone was rare and excited, "Her swordsmanship is very exquisite. You can watch and learn more."
"This is not a magic technique, it is the transformation of the sword's will."
Sword intent takes form? How can this be! Jin Shuang's eyes widened. He had never heard of anyone who could transform his sword into such a real frost flower!
She wanted to ask something else, but she saw her brother looking at the battlefield with burning eyes, a look she had never seen in fifteen years.
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"When did the little junior sister learn how to take the form of a sword?!" Du Zhou lay on the railing, half of his body hanging in the air, and could clearly see the frost flowers falling to the ground, and the cold air around him.
Although the kid Li Yan also transformed his sword intent, his condensed sword intent was very thin and as brittle as paper. It could only be used as an assistant to allow him to better use the sword's movements.
But the frost flower sword energy condensed by the little junior sister is already completely solid. It is comparable to the frost flower she summoned using the water frost technique, and even has a bit more sharp sword energy.
The disciple who was eliminated from the previous battle with Fu Zhu patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, she showed mercy when she hit herself.
Fu Zhu split his sword and swung it. The sword light and the wind and snow all struck at Li Yan. In an instant, he was hit several feet away. Fortunately, there was a barrier to stop him, otherwise he would have fallen off the stage.
Li Yan struggled to get up, his face was pale, and he said to the Taixuan Sword Sect war supervisor elder, "I lost."
After confirming that Li Yan would not continue the fight, the Taixuan Sword Sect elder waved his sleeves and the barrier disappeared. Several Fuhua Sect disciples quickly came to the stage to help him down.
"You have just finished the battle. Do you need to rest before the next one?" Elder Zhu asked.
The girl smiled sweetly and said in a gentle tone, "Thank you, elder, for your kindness. No need! You can start the next one now."
The little girl's swordsmanship was nothing like hers.
Elder Zhu shook his head helplessly, stepped forward, and announced the start of the finals.
The lively scene of the match between Jin Mingyun and Fu Zhu was even more exciting than the day when Fairy Guangzhu faced off against Lu Xiaoying.
Jin Shuang clasped his right hands and cheered Jin Mingyun, "Brother will definitely win!"
"Will do."
Looking at the dark blue back that made her feel so at ease in the past, Jin Shuangshuang felt a little uneasy for some reason.
"Uncle Zhao, who do you think will win?"
The young man with a high ponytail and hair tied with a scarlet silk ribbon, with slightly raised eyes and a profound look in his eyes, said, "Of course our Taixuan Sword Sect will win."
Although he also hopes that Miss Fu Zhu can achieve good results, he also does not hope that Taixuan Sword Sect will lose.
Jin Shuangshuang heard that Zhao Zhiying was more optimistic about his brother, and his restless beating heart finally calmed down.
When Jin Mingyun walked onto the ring, the wind and snow had not stopped, and there was frost on his black hair when he walked.
He was more and more amazed at the girl's strength, and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so he drew his sword from the beginning.
The battle with Fu Zhu has just ended, and the sword has not yet been sheathed.
The frost and snow in the hand are like a bright mirror, reflecting the girl's slender figure.
She is looking forward to playing against Jin Mingyun.
Jin Mingyun's sword was very wide and heavy, but it seemed weightless in his hand. A sword light struck through it, as wide as three sword lights of a talisman bead. It was very domineering, but not slow.
Taixuan Sword Technique is a majestic sword move. In Jin Mingyun's hands, each sword move becomes more and more majestic, and the sword light is as gorgeous as floating gold.
Jin Mingyun grasped the broad sword tightly, and the muscles in his arms bulged, as if he was trying to open his sleeves. He raised the sword above his head, and a gorgeous golden sword light fell from the sky.
The tip of Fu Zhu's sword made two quick gestures in the air, condensing a frost flower to catch the golden sword light.
Gorgeous sword light and crystal frost flowers covered their heads, but the two of them turned a blind eye and continued fighting, not afraid of the sword light breaking through the frost flowers and falling down.
However, Jin Mingyun knew that the frost flower of the talisman bead seemed to be condensed randomly and was extremely weak, but in fact it was just right and could block this golden light of sword energy.
The slender and clear long sword collided with the simple black broad sword, not inferior at all and not retreating at all.
There was a "click", like broken snow and melted ice colliding, and the frost flowers above the head dispersed, turning into flying snow all over the sky.
Although the giant sword of golden light was broken, it still managed to maintain the shape of the sword and fell two inches downward.
"It seems that Jin Mingyun's sword intention entity is better!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the giant sword shattered into pieces as soon as it touched the snow, turning into a golden stream of light that floated in the center of the flying snow.
"..." He didn't say anything just now.
The battle continued. The two figures were as fast as lightning. Everyone could only see clearly that the black shadows kept changing positions. Countless golden and white sword lights intertwined, making everyone's eyes dazzled.
There was a "boom" and smoke flew everywhere.
"Who's winning?"
“It’s so foggy that I can’t see clearly!”
Everyone was waiting anxiously for the fog to clear. Under the flying snow, the girl's long sword was pressed between Jin Mingyun's eyebrows, and the simple broad sword in his hand passed by the girl's waist.
Elder Zhu shook his head helplessly and announced the result, "The Immortal Sect Trial Conference, the leader of the Sword Dao, the Sword Sect Talisman Bead!"
