The second day.
The morning light was like a sword, splitting open the thick fog in the mountains. Only half of the dense white air had dissipated, and a brilliance bloomed on the mountainside of Fenlong Ridge, which was dazzling and shocking.
Looking closely, I saw two groups of people standing on the platform east and west. Everyone was staring at the two figures in the center of the glow. One of the two people was in green and the other was in white. They were walking on Bagua steps and chanting in their mouths. It is the Qiankun Curse, the tricolor flag is held in the hand, and the arena formation is set up. The two of them were like butterflies passing through flowers, bringing out a fleeting shadow, and like birds dropping a few colorful feathers into the forest.
He saw that the spiritual light on the small flag in his hand was rising and shrinking, and as the spell was nailed into the surrounding rocks like arrows, the ten thousand-year-old rock disappeared like tofu, leaving only a little corner of the flag exposed above the ground.
In less than a cup of tea, dozens of formation flags were laid out, and there was a shocking "rumbling" sound. Four large pillars that were difficult for two people to hold rose up from the ground. On the pillars were coiled a mysterious green dragon that swallowed clouds and spit out mist. Surrounded by thousands of waves. The pillar was only a dozen feet long, and a series of spiritual lights shot out from the top of the pillar like bolts. However, four rainbow bridges appeared in a moment. A walking fire unicorn stood on the eastern bridge, and a green unicorn lay on the southern bridge. The color is like a purple and gold python in the abyss, a golden-ridged and red-tailed flower brave runs on the western bridge, and a colorful phoenix flies on the northern bridge.
For a moment, Jinxia puffed out, the beam of light was like a rainbow, and a four-sided, seven-color forbidden formation appeared in the field!
It was the two formation masters from the East and West Sword Sect who were setting up the competition venue.
Although the Sword Sect divides things, they are still one family. In order to ensure fairness, the Four Beasts Protecting the Dragon Universe Formation was set up by both parties.
After the formation was completed, there was a slight sweat on the foreheads of the two of them. It seemed that this exercise was also extremely energy-consuming. The two of them handed over to each other and returned to the team.
"Thank you." The North Peak Master cupped his hands, and Liangchen nodded accordingly.
"It's a matter of duty." The old man returned the courtesy, then took a pill and stopped talking.
Seeing that the formation was completed, the Dongjian Sect crowd moved out of the way, and out came an old man in soap clothes with cold eyes and sword light.
"Master of Xuling Peak, Xiadong Sword Sect, I wonder who from your sect will lead the team?" He looked around the field and then said, his tone as clear as a winter glacier.
Following this question, the leader of Beifeng looked at Liangchen and motioned for him to go and negotiate. Everyone else also looked at him.
Seeing such a scene, Liangchen took a few steps forward and said loudly: "I am the master of the South Peak of the Sword Sect. Today, I am entrusted by the master of the Qianqiu Sect to lead the team to participate in this east-west battle. However, the specific matters are arranged by the master of the north peak." After saying that, he turned to the North Peak Master and nodded, then returned directly to the team.
Peak Master Beifeng saw that he was acting like this and secretly approved in his heart. He stepped out without any excuse and said, "Long time no see, Master Xu Ling!"
"It turns out to be Master Lianbei. I haven't seen Sword Master Wuwuxiao for a long time. Is he still in good health?" Before Master Xuling had time to talk to Liangchen, he saw that he was replaced by an old acquaintance.
"Haha, thanks to the Hidden Dragon Sword Master's blessing, the old man has always looked good." The master of Beifeng chuckled softly, as if he couldn't stand these hypocrisy.
And almost at the same time, in the Dongjian Sect's team, a man with sword-like eyebrows and a resolute face opened his mouth as if he had seen a ghost!
"Good time!?"
"Master of Liannan Peak!"
"How can this be!"
"The eleven swords of the Western Sword Sect that have been rumored for so many years are actually you!"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, with a look of disbelief on his face.
He stared at the good time when he turned around and walked back to the crowd, wishing he could rush up to recognize him now, but although they were from the same sect, they were already on opposing camps. They didn't even dare to express their thoughts in public, and his heart was filled with ups and downs. Guess, not even a word of the conversation between the two people was heard.
A moment later I heard a shout:
"No further talk. Fight every five years. The rules remain as before."
"The first battle is between the East Sword Sect's Kaitian Sword and the West Sword Sect's Feiyun Sword!"
A senior brother next to him touched him lightly, and he finally reacted. After calming down for a moment, he reluctantly suppressed his doubts and jumped into the formation.
On the other side, a man with a square face fell down. The man looked arrogantly and looked at Ye Kai sideways as if he had a winning ticket.
As the two people stepped onto the field, the formation buzzed and activated, and the four rainbow bridges dropped little auras, covering the two of them like waterfalls.
"Please!" Ye Kai offered his sword and saluted.
Looking at the man in front of him, he suddenly remembered Ye Yuan's words last night and couldn't help but feel more entangled in his heart.
This battle between East and West occurs once every five years. Although there is not much loss in defeat, when facing the opponent, you can no longer call it Sword Sect. You must add the word "东" in front of it. Although there is only one word difference, it seems to be half shorter.
The last battle caused the disciples of the Dongjian Sect to lose all face and could not hold their heads up. Today's battle must be won, and he must win this first battle, otherwise the senior brothers behind him will be even more difficult to fight.
However, the master has said before that the first of these five battles is not a big problem. Usually, this first battle almost never fails. But what Ye Yuan said yesterday made him feel unsure.
"No matter what, this battle must be won!" A voice sounded in his heart, he held the big sword with both hands and shouted loudly:
"The sword can open the sky!"
A white bolt curled up with dots of light, like a galaxy in the sky, slashed down with a bang!
