The sword discussion in the Hunyuan Realm has ended, but the sword discussion in the state of mind has also come to an end. After the eliminations in the past few days, the candidates for the semi-finals have finally been decided.
Fenglei Peak swordsman Zhang Chen.
Qiu Yue, the swordsman of Zhuyuefeng.
Qian Renfeng’s senior brother Wu Fan.
Mou Linhan, senior brother of Wuhen Peak.
Because Ta Xuefeng Jianzi has entered the realm of attracting brilliance, he has lost the right to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference. There is a high probability that he will lead the team to the Questioning Conference as the leader, which gives Wu Fan an advantage.
Although the fight with Wan Jiang was in full swing, he was still a swordsman after all, and such results were not unexpected.
The so-called sword discussion conference was originally a stage prepared for geniuses like them, and the rest of them were accompanying them.
The deacon in charge of the sword discussion has announced today's battle. I don't know if it's luck or a secret operation, but the candidates for the battle are very interesting.
Zhang Chen versus Qiu Yue.
Mou Linhan versus Wu Fan.
"Four years ago, Senior Brother Zhang Chen's Wind and Thunder Sword Intention was defeated by Senior Brother Sheng's Picking Plums in the Snow. Now four years have passed, and his Wind and Thunder Sword Intention has improved a lot. I think he will be the leader of this sword discussion conference. "
"It's hard to say. Senior Sister Qiu Yue's Feiyan is not weak by the moon. It is said that she has also realized that the sky is filled with haze. The two complement each other. Even Senior Brother Zhang Chen cannot take it lightly."
"Don't forget Senior Brother Wuhenfeng. Everyone knows that he has the appearance of a swordsman. Although I don't know why the Master of Magic Sword has not established him as a swordsman, his Wuhenjian sword intention is better than that of contemporary Wuhenjian. You are only strong but not weak, that is a unique skill that is said to be unbreakable!"
Hearing the discussion among disciples from various peaks, Qian Renfeng disciples wanted to say something, but they opened their mouths but did not say anything.
The Hunyuan realm of sword theory has passed, and there is very little room for them to perform.
Wu Fan is very strong, but compared to the three mentioned above, he is still inferior in some respects.
There were heated discussions in the stands, but a pindrop could be heard on the sword stand.
They are all the strongest disciples in each peak, and they communicate a lot on weekdays, but at this point, they don't have much to say.
The only thing that should make a sound on the sword platform is the sword!
Wu Fan moved first.
A bright silver flying sword flew across the sky, whizzing towards Mou Linhan, with the faint sound of a dragon roaring.
"Is this... Soryu Izuku?" people in the stands exclaimed.
Mou Linhan was a little surprised by Wu Fan's choice. According to his understanding of Wu Fan, the first move would not be so forward-thinking. Although Canglong Shuishui is Xueyun's strongest swordsmanship, its shortcomings are also obvious.
He moved slightly, leaving an afterimage on the spot. He floated back a few positions, just enough to avoid Soryu Izuku's sword energy.
"Yan Hui Chaoyang... How could Yan Hui Chaoyang avoid Canglong Izuku?"
"It also depends on who uses it. Senior Brother Wu's swordsmanship is fast and fierce. He must be as familiar as Senior Brother Mou Linhan to avoid it!"
Wu Fan took a step forward, the sword roared loudly in his body, and more than two hundred sword intents shot out from his body, converging into a river of sword intent in mid-air, slashing straight towards Mou Linhan's face.
At the same time, Canglong's momentum was exhausted, and the flying sword flew out backwards, stabbing Mou Linhan in the back with lightning speed.
"Dahe Sword! Returning Sword!"
Mou Linhan frowned.
Several rays of silver light suddenly lit up around his body.
More than two hundred sword intentions stopped in front of the silver light, clanging and not making any progress.
"Qiang!"
The flying sword was also knocked down by the silver light.
"Is this... Traceless Sword Intent?"
Before anyone else could answer, the situation changed again.
Wu Fan struck out with his sword.
Mou Linhan also struck out with a sword.
The speed of the two men's swords continued to increase, and the disciples in the stands could only accidentally call out the name of a sword technique from the countless swords they used.
Xueyun Sect is the sect of ten thousand swords. There are countless swords in the sect. Very few people use the swordsmanship from outside Xueyun Sect. In fact, the functions of most swordsmanship in the world can be found in Xueyun. Even so, the disciples in the stands could still only vaguely recognize some of the sword moves on the sword platform, which showed that the two men had a wide range of knowledge and depth with the sword.
"Is that Chao Cijian?"
"Opening sword!"
"The Yuntai Sword can actually break the Huanxi sand? How wonderful!"
"This...could it be the Tiandao Sword!?"
"The Sword of Light versus the Sword of Heaven, it's true that the senior brothers from all peaks have an extraordinary understanding of the sword!"
"..."
"How many swords are there?"
"Three hundred and seventy-seven swords, still coming out, three hundred and seventy-eight!"
Real fire was also played on the stage, and even the fluctuations of Yuan Power coming from the collision of flying swords amazed the disciples watching the battle.
"They are also swordsmen, how can they do this?" Liu Quancheng sighed.
"They are also cultivators, but they have now reached the threshold of attracting brilliance." Song Ci responded angrily from the side.
"We talk about swords every four years. Swords hurt people's hearts. We won't do it again." Wen Renxue was full of dissatisfaction.
Murong Xue listened to their conversation and felt powerless for the first time about the word talent.
"Don't belittle yourself. When you reach their age, you may not be able to reach their height." Sheng Yun said calmly from the side, "People will eventually be trapped by the things they can't get when they are young. I only hope that you will not be too easy. Decide what you can’t do.”
There was a sudden uproar in the stands.
Thousands of people moved together on the sword platform, and Wu Fan finally used the strongest move he could use - Thousand Renjing.
Ten thousand swords are dragons.
Opposite him, Mou Linhan's face darkened, his Wuhen Sword Intent was pushed to the extreme, and the silver light almost turned into substance around his body, like a cocoon.
"It's a pity that the sword platform is too small." Seeing this, Sheng Yun shook his head.
In his mind, the outcome was decided.
Maybe after this move, both sides still have the energy to fight a few more swords, but that has nothing to do with victory or defeat. At most, it is just about showing their respective swordsmanship.
The giant dragon composed of ten thousand swords failed to bite open the small cocoon.
Wu Fan's figure emerged from the giant dragon, breathing heavily.
Blood seeped out from every pore on his body, and from a distance, he looked like a bloody man.
"I lost again." He smiled sadly, "Whether it's Junior Sister Zihan or Junior Brother Fengqi, I can accept losing to them. After all, they are swordsmen, and I'm just one who can't hold the position of swordsman. of waste.”
The deacon in charge of the sword discussion conference hurried to the stage, and pure Yuanli rushed out of his body, protecting Wu Fan's whole body.
Mou Linhan's eyes were a little complicated.
The River Sword gushed incessantly.
Wan Jian struck for Dragon Thunder.
It was clearly the same form, but Wu Fan figured out different uses.
If his understanding of Wuhenjianwei was slightly weaker or Wu Fan's control over Wanjianweilong was slightly stronger, the outcome of this battle would be reversed. That is, he, if it were anyone else, Wu Fan would be able to rely on this Recruit to be invincible.
Even Zhang Chen couldn't hold on for long under this kind of offensive.
Of course, if Zhang Chen were here, Wu Fan would have no chance to use this move.
Mou Linhan could see very clearly that all the sword techniques used by Wu Fan in the past were preparing for this last sword. Feng Leifeng's sword was famous for its speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, and it would definitely not last until now.
Not far away, Zhang Chen looked a little solemnly at this scene.
Whether it was Mou Linhan or Wu Fan, the combat power they displayed at that moment was the strongest in their realm. Even Sheng Yun was no more than that in that realm.
"They're done fighting, it's our turn." Qiu Yue floated to the stage and looked at Zhang Chen, full of fighting spirit.
There was a sound of wind and thunder.
Zhang Chen stepped on his sword and landed opposite Qiu Yue.
"I don't want to fight like them. It's too ugly and goes against my will."
"What do you think of Zhuyuefeng Jianzi?"
"Isn't Feng Lei Feng's sword famous for its speed? We condense our respective sword skills into each move, and determine the outcome within ten moves."
Zhang Chen thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes!"
The first move is Zhuyue Feng Feiyan Zhuyue's sword strike against Feng Lei Feng Fei Lei.
Qiu Yue took two steps back, but Zhang Chen didn't move at all.
The second move is Zhuyue Feng Guanghan Luoxue's sword attack on Feng Lei Feng.
Qiu Yue took two more steps back, her eyes serious.
Zhang Chen took a step back this time and raised his eyebrows.
The third move is to use Zhuyue Peak to attack Feng Lei Peak with two or three points.
The fourth move is Zhuyue Peak Tianshan Yueming's sword strike against Fenglei Peak.
The fifth move, Zhuyue Peak fills the sky with smoke and strikes Feng Lei Peak with a sword.
Qiu Yue was already breathing heavily, wondering if the gap between herself and him was really so big that she couldn't force him to use the second sword?
Zhang Chen said calmly: "Junior sister Qiu Yue, if you keep fighting like this, you will lose."
Qiu Yue took a deep breath.
The sword's power condensed slightly.
The sixth move is, Zhuyue Peak, under the moon, the branch falls towards Fenglei Peak from the sky.
Falling from the sky is the upper form of Fenglei sword. If we really want to talk about it in detail, Zhang Chen still only used one sword.
The Zhuyue Peak disciples began to become dissatisfied, and even Yang Zhengyue's eyes became much deeper.
In her generation, her strength was slightly weaker than that of her senior brothers, but that was because she had a lively nature and had several senior brothers to protect her from the wind and rain, so she did not need to put in too much effort in her cultivation.
After all, was he too tolerant of his disciples, and was humiliated to this extent by Fenglei Peak?
"Zhang Chen is different from others, junior sister, there is no need to worry about it." Perhaps sensing the solemn atmosphere in the venue, Yuan Yulong took the initiative to explain.
"What's the difference?" Xue Wuji snorted, "Before, you were the most cruel to Junior Sister, but now it's better. The whole Fenglei Peak has learned your bad habits!"
Yuan Yulong had no intention of talking to Xue Wuji at all, but he still had the patience to say one more sentence, "Unlike others, Zhang Chen... specializes in wind and thunder."
Yang Zhengyue raised her eyebrows slightly, "I remember that during the last sword discussion conference, Zhang Chen knew a lot of swordsmanship."
Yuan Yulong nodded, "But he lost to Sheng Yun after all."
Xue Qianzhang was silent until now and finally spoke up, "Do you want him to follow your old path?"
Yuan Yulong responded coldly: "What's wrong with following my path?"
Xue Qianzhang shook his head and did not argue with him on this matter.
Regardless of the process, Yuan Yulong is a great person in the Hedao realm after all. In terms of realm, he is naturally one of the top few. In terms of combat power, it is even better.
But his path was too painful, so painful that he thought he couldn't do the same thing, and he didn't think there was anyone else in the world who could do the same thing.
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