"Luoyan Peak Sword God, I heard about it back then." Lin Bei was equally passionate when he mentioned this name, and said: "It would be fine if he could crush his fellow sect and win, but back then he only had a golden elixir cultivation level, but he was very good at wielding a sword. The way of flying crushes everything and has no opponent.”
"What's the name of that Luoyan Peak Sword God?" Chu Liang asked.
Yesterday I heard that Yulong mentioned it to him, and today Lin Bei was here to praise him again, but no one could tell his name.
"I really don't know about this." Lin Beidao, "It's strange to say that there have been only a few legends over the years, but his name has not been handed down in Shu Mountain. But according to his age, he should be in the same class as your master and Taoist Yan. Yes, you can go back and ask Master."
Wen Yulong touched his chin and guessed: "Perhaps that senior encountered some accident? Otherwise, with his talent, he would never remain unknown in Shushan until today."
"Then let's not mention it for now." Chu Liang raised his head and looked towards Yuantian.
More than a dozen lightning-fast white lights had already flown back, causing bursts of sound.
Today is the qualifying round for the Flying Sword Racing Competition. The hundreds of players participating in the competition will be divided into ten groups, with eleven people in each group undergoing preliminary selection. Only the top two in each group can advance to the next stage of the flying sword racing finals.
His group is about to start.
Wen Yulong said from the side: "I took a look just now. Among your opponents in the same group, only Chen Zheng from Xinghuo Peak is strong. Even if you can't beat him, qualifying is still guaranteed."
Chu Liang nodded slightly and looked at Chen Zheng, who was pointed out by Wen Yulong.
I saw a thin and small disciple standing on the hillside over there, with dark skin, bright eyes, and a very tough temperament.
He was accompanied by several disciples from Xinghuo Peak, one of whom was holding a sword box in his hand. What should be inside is the racing-specific flying sword inherited from Xinghuo Peak, named "Flying Star".
"Hey, you don't need to be ambitious at this time." Lin Bei patted Chu Liang on the shoulder, "If you work hard, you can definitely surpass him!"
"I will try my best." Chu Liang smiled.
It was just an entertainment match, so he didn't have any psychological pressure.
"Yes, just try your best." Wen Yulong also agreed, "It's just an entertainment competition. Winning or losing is nothing more than some sword coins. There is no need to feel pressure."
Um.
As soon as he said this, Chu Liang's shoulders suddenly straightened up, and his whole body seemed to be suddenly ignited with a blazing fighting spirit!
"It's over." Lin Bei covered his face and said, "If you say that, he will definitely risk his life."
…
"All contestants come forward and line up, follow the command and take off with their swords at the same time! No rushing is allowed. Violators will be expelled."
The deacon disciples of the Chuanjian Hall raised their hands and sprinkled a bunch of bright and shining medicinal powder into the air, falling evenly on each disciple.
Here is a cliff, leading directly into the sea of clouds. It's just that at this time, the sea of clouds has been cleared away, and a special long road of white clouds has been opened. When the time comes, the participating disciples will have to wield swords on this cloud road. Once the body leaves this cloud path for a moment, the stardust scattered on the body will fall off.
If the stardust scatters when you reach the finish line, your results will be invalid.
The purpose of such regulations is to allow contestants to follow the established route. Otherwise, it would be impossible to control the competition in the vast sea of clouds and everyone trying to take shortcuts.
"fly!"
At the command, more than a dozen disciples, whose hearts were tense, simultaneously spurted out their true energy and sacrificed their flying swords.
Chi chi chi chi——
A continuous sound of flying swords cracking silk suddenly sounded in the air!
The first sword light pierced the sky! Draw a long path of flames!
It was Chen Zheng from Xinghuo Peak.
He stepped on the Flying Star Sword, and the two green dragons under his feet were tightly entangled, and the sword energy behind him burst out with fire!
Firebolt!
Chu Liang raised his Wuchen Sword and followed closely. A burst of Jueyun Sword Qi with dragon breath suddenly broke through the air. He caught up with Feixing in an instant, and even had the potential to overtake him in an instant!
quick!
Extremely fast!
If Chu Liang hadn't been wrapped tightly around his ankle, Chu Liang would have been thrown away as soon as he started!
In a normal battle, he would never be able to control a flying sword at such a speed! Because if you are distracted even a little bit, you can’t control it! Tying oneself to a sword is by no means a safe state.
The double-grade golden elixir was running wildly, and in an instant there was no trace of the flying sword!
"It's not that powerful." Lin Beidao, who was watching the battle, said, "Do you think Chu Liang has overtaken the Flying Star Sword?"
"Senior Brother Chu has superior cultivation, so he will naturally have the upper hand when driving with all his strength, but being fast on a straight line doesn't count as being fast..." Wen Yulong shook his head and said, "Being fast on the curves is the real strength."
…
boom--
The qualifying track is neither long nor complex. This cloud road only draws a circle around the four peaks, and finally completes the route by flying around the peaks.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Liang had reached the first turn. He concentrated all his spiritual thoughts, and the green dragon popped out from both hands. Four silver ropes wrapped around the flying sword at the same time, completing the turn with a bang!
The centrifugal force under the powerful speed still almost threw him out of the cloud road, and his powerful body even felt a tearing feeling!
But at this moment.
A flaming flying sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
laugh--
Not only did the Flying Star Sword not slow down, it suddenly accelerated. The sword tip was pressed down to draw a semicircle, and the overtake was completed in an instant!
When Wuchen Sword and Feixing Sword returned to the straight path, they were already more than ten feet behind!
This short distance in the air didn't even take a blink of an eye to cross, but both sides kept driving at high speed, and these more than ten feet were so long to Chu Liang!
He exerted all his strength, and the two golden elixirs set off huge waves of Qi sea, roaring!
Finally the distance was shortened by half.
But we have already reached the next turning point!
laugh--
Feixingjian made another skillful flick to corner, and immediately widened the gap!
boom--
Every time Chu Liang turned, he had to control that powerful force. Every time he wanted to break away from the sword, he tried his best to adjust his true energy, but it was only stable, and his speed would inevitably slow down. But Chen Zheng on the Flying Star Sword didn't seem to have this kind of trouble, and every turn was extremely smooth.
There must be some secret trick that he didn't know, Chu Liang was sure.
After four turns, the gap between him and the Flying Star Sword had widened to dozens of feet. After the final round of the peak, it would be difficult to catch up again.
laugh--
Flying Star Sword streaked across the finish line with fire and lightning, undoubtedly taking the first place.
boom--
Wuchen Sword broke through after a breath and ranked second.
After another moment, the contestants behind him crossed the line, and streaks of light streaked across the sky.
"Huh..." Chu Liang put away his sword and landed on the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief.
So exciting.
Unknowingly, the clothes all over his body were soaked with sweat. In that electric and fast competition, he had to control the flying sword at a furious speed at all times, and he didn't realize how nervous he was.
Turning around, he found that Chen Zheng had arrived behind him at some point.
"You're very fast." He looked at Chu Liang with a smile, "I can see that I'm still a novice in flying sword racing. Practice hard. I'm looking forward to competing with you again in the finals."
Chu Liang smiled back: "Okay."
Chen Zheng turned around and left with his colleagues from Xinghuo Peak. Wen Yulong and Lin Bei also gathered around him.
"It's just a little bit worse." Lin Bei said, "Next time if you work harder, you will definitely win."
Chu Liang muttered: "It's not that simple. He uses inertial drift to turn and the flame pattern to accelerate, which is extremely fast. If I can't make up for these gaps, I will never win against opponents of this level."
Just as I was thinking about going back to study some more, I heard roars coming from the direction of Tongtian Peak Square behind me.
When I looked over, I heard someone shouting: "The people from the Heavenly King Sect and the people from Thunder Castle are fighting!"
"Eh?" Lin Bei was startled, "Are they really starting to fight?"
Good morning.
(End of chapter)
