Hong Shan stood on the stage and looked at Qiu Fengqi, who was walking slowly across from him.
Hong Shan was dressed in a black robe, with several wavy patterns embroidered on the sleeves with golden silk thread. His angular face was as cold as a sculpture, and his pair of extremely deep black eyes shone with an unpredictable light.
He held a sword in his arms. The sharkskin scabbard was covered with mysterious patterns, and the hilt was inlaid with a blue gem. It looked very precious, and he held it in his arms solemnly.
Except for a few glimmers of coldness in the corners of his eyes, Hong Shan looked to be only twenty-one or twelve years old, and he could be regarded as a cold and handsome man.
In comparison, Qiu Fengqi is like a child, with a round face that has just lost its youthful youthfulness, and a light fluff on the corners of his lips, which still looks childish.
He wore an ill-fitting lake blue gown, with a black iron sword hanging from his waist.
The sword is three feet long and about two fingers wide.
Qiu Fengqi's sword was more like an iron ruler, with an iron ring hanging on the hilt, swaying gently as he walked.
The two of them walked to the center of the ring and stood there, each clasping their fists and saluting.
"The contest begins!"
The arena governor, Zhentai Ming, cleared his throat and announced loudly.
"please--"
Qiu Fengqi drew out his iron sword, and without any unnecessary words, stabbed straight out with the sword.
The blade of the sword stirred, making a trembling buzz, and with a black shadow, it stabbed Hongshan.
Hong Shan's body was like a light feather, fluttering backwards with the strong wind caused by the iron sword, and at the same time, he drew out the long sword in his arms.
Qiu Feng rose up as fast as a ghost, his body moved forward in an instant, his sword drew a black line in the air, and was no more than two inches away from Hong Shan's throat.
There was a crisp sound of "zheng".
Hong Shan flipped the long sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him. Feeling the strength of the iron sword against the broad sword body, he smiled faintly and said: "Young man, you are walking too fast, be careful to slip away!"
What responded to him was the black sword shadow rising up.
Qiu Fengqi's sword was very fast, sweeping over like a violent storm, stabbing straight into his shoulder, neck, chest, armpit, and lower abdomen.
The iron sword, filled with true energy and the vitality of heaven and earth, makes a heart-stopping cry, and you can feel the terrifying power it contains.
Hong Shan's long sword was waved carelessly. It was light and seemed to have no strength, but a white sword light was drawn from the tip of the sword.
The white sword light collided with the black sword shadow, the air exploded, and the air flow mixed with terrifying energy scattered.
The onlookers below the stage exclaimed, and the stone pillars at the four corners of the arena suddenly lit up. The patterns carved on them emitted a dazzling light. As the light grew stronger and stronger, they formed an isolation barrier.
The raging energy flow hit the invisible barrier, like the tide hitting a reef, and the drizzle above the arena was scattered in all directions.
Qiu Feng stood up and took a few steps back. The hand holding the iron sword tightly trembled slightly, and the iron ring on the sword hilt kept ringing.
A sneer curled up at the corner of Hong Shan's lips, and the sword stabbed Qiu Feng's throat like a white snake spitting out a message, and the sword light suddenly reappeared.
Without any hesitation, Qiu Feng stood up and stood up. He held the iron sword like a pennie and stabbed it hard.
There is no fancy sword, just a sharp stab, like stabbing a snake seven inches, and the sword light disappears.
Accompanied by the heart-wrenching sound of metal friction, the two swords were twisted together and sparks were rubbed out.
Feeling the endless zhenqi on the iron sword, and tightly clinging to his long sword, Hong Shan raised his eyebrows, and with a breath, he poured the vitality and zhenqi of heaven and earth into the sword body. The gem inlaid on the hilt of his sword suddenly glowed a faint blue. The colorful light is breathtaking.
Qiu Fengqi gritted his teeth, straightened his sword, grazed Hong Shan's long sword, and stabbed him hard.
Hongshan's dantian roared like an angry wave, and a sword was swung out. Under the stimulation of the true energy, the sword light surged, the sword shadows were layered, and the sword waves like a stormy sea hit Qiu Fengqi...
"Guantao Sword Technique!"
Some people in the crowd of onlookers exclaimed in admiration. As soon as the two of them fought, they each exerted their full strength. At this time, the sword skills displayed by Hong Shan were frightening.
Qiu Fengqi was like a small boat in the vast ocean, with waves crashing over him one after another and in danger of capsizing at any time.
The iron sword in his hand is like the mast of a small boat, which floats and sinks, but holds on stubbornly.
"You are not worthy of using a sword in front of me!"
Looking at Qiu Fengqi who was constantly moving around to avoid his sword energy, Hong Shan had an arrogant smile on his face.
But the next moment, his smile froze and his eyes shrank.
A black iron sword whizzed towards him, like an anchor breaking through heavy waves. In an instant, it hit him in front of him.
The strong wind blew Hong Shan's hair flying in front of his forehead, and he could even smell the rust of the iron sword at the tip of his nose.
Hong Shan let out a low roar, turned his head sharply, and the iron sword grazed the hair next to his ear, cutting off a few green hairs.
Seeing this scene, the students of Zhixingyuan in the audience burst into cheers. As soon as the cheers ended, a voice was heard: "Knock him over with one sword, like a donkey and a bear!"
The students of Zhixingyuan burst out laughing, and it was Zhuge Guagua who spoke.
Zhuge Guagua watched with excitement in the audience. He couldn't help but stand up, dance and shout. His voice was not loud, but the cheers just stopped, and his voice stood out like a stone in the ebbing tide. It seems extremely clear...
Hong Shan's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the audience angrily. When he saw a cross-eyed Zhuge Guagua with his neck curled up, he made a mental note.
Qiu Fengqi's iron sword struck again. The black sword shadow screamed and struck Hong Shan's chest with lightning speed.
Hong Shan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the sword in his hand turned into several shields of light, blocking his chest.
There was a clanging sound of metal, and as the shield shattered, the stream of light seemed to roll up thousands of piles of snow, and a furious wave in the storm swept Qiu Fengqi's body away.
Qiu Feng stood up and rolled in the air. He pulled the iron ring in his hand. One end of the slender iron chain was connected to the sword hilt, and the iron sword flew back.
His feet landed firmly on the ground, and he felt a trace of pain in his ribs. Qiu Fengqi's eyes seemed to be ignited with flames, and he tightly held the iron sword in his hand.
Hong Shan looked calm, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He slowly closed his eyes and gently stroked the sword body with two fingers. His movements were gentle and elegant, as if brushing the fallen flowers of autumn, and wiping away a lover's tears when parting.
The drizzle falling from the sky suddenly became rapid at this time.
The light rain is as fine as cow hair, but when dozens of cow hairs gather together, the raindrops become brighter.
The drizzle of rain fell, and the light rain seemed to be getting heavier.
A raindrop as big as a bean fell on Hong Shan's sword and suddenly stopped.
Hongshan swung his long sword and raindrops shot out.
A silver line streaked through the air, and then the raindrop began to accelerate, accelerating to a terrifying level, and naturally stretched into a thin sword as it accelerated.
There was a soft sound of "chi".
There was a gap in Qiu Fengqi's chest, and a trace of blood appeared on his exposed skin.
The smile on Hong Shan's face faded at this moment. The few tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were smoothed by some strange fluorescence. The hair and skin of his body began to shine with the luster of jade, and a billowing heat made the sky float. All the falling rain turned into white water vapor, and a strong murderous aura began to fill the entire arena.
"Listen to the Rain Sword Technique!"
Some people exclaimed under the ring, and more of them were the excited praises from the students of Longmen Academy.
Qiu Fengqi suddenly heard a cry of phoenix in his body, and he stood up straight from the ground. An awe-inspiring aura came out of his body. His body was not tall, but he looked extremely majestic.
The sword in his hand was like a red-hot iron ruler. He slashed out with a fierce sword, and several streaks of flames spurted out. The intertwined flames vaguely transformed into a phoenix shadow, sweeping across the entire arena.
Hong Shan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his expression became solemn. He flipped his sword and placed it across his chest. Fine runes appeared on the sword, flashing with a heart-stopping light.
And his whole body was like an unsheathed sword, unparalleledly sharp.
Several stone pillars in the arena emitted strong light, forming an airtight light curtain, with few burning flames piercing through. The rolling heat and burning sparks were forced to vent towards the sky above. From a distance, it looked like A huge furnace suddenly erected between heaven and earth.
In the center of the furnace, the iron sword in Qiu Fengqi's hand has turned crimson. His figure is like a god. One glance makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
The Hongshan Mountain in front of him has disappeared, and there are only thousands of fine raindrops coming towards him like countless small swords...
"Feng Wu Nine Heavens, Zhenwu Fighting Spirit, Zhenwu Sect's "Zhenwu Heart Sutra", is indeed unique. This Qiu Fengqi was able to compete with Hong Shan for so long, with only a small injury!"
Xin Wuming's pale face was wrapped in his robe and he whispered to Cui Taichu.
"After practicing the "Zhenwu Heart Sutra", the Danji Zhenqi is stronger than ordinary people. This guy has actually condensed the Zhenwu Fighting Spirit. He should be highly valued by the Zhenwu Sect. However, I am very confident in Hong Shan's swordsmanship! "
Cui Taichu stroked his beard and smiled at the corner of his eyes: "If this son is severely injured, Zhenwu Sect will definitely anger Zhixingyuan. For such a result... we are happy to see it happen!"
The fight in the ring was earth-shattering. The ministers had never seen such a competition before. They all held their breaths and did not dare to breathe.
Emperor Chen was sitting upright with a calm expression. The drizzle falling sideways through the bright yellow umbrella occasionally dropped a few strands and stuck to his black hair at the temples, like wet beads of sweat.
On the other side of the seat, Cheng Ziya stared at the ring with sharp eyes, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he couldn't help but said: "I didn't expect that Longmen Academy would recruit such a master. If I had known this, we should have recalled the master disciples who traveled abroad. !”
"They have been planning for a long time, just for this day... Even if we win today, there will be more trouble waiting for us in the future. We must remain unchanged to cope with all changes, Ziya... let everything happen!"
Wei Zhilin stroked the three long strands of his beard, smiled lightly in Yun Danfeng, and patted Cheng Ziya's arm gently.
"Brother, do you think...will we win this game?"
Cheng Ziya's eyes widened, he leaned forward, looked at the ring nervously, and murmured to himself.
"It's hard..."
Wei Zhilin shook his head, glanced at Emperor Chen's back, and then stared in the direction of the ring.
