Holy Lord's Strongest Soldier King System

Chapter 141

Within the sect, the sword trial stage was already filled with disciples.

When Chen Tiancheng and others came, everyone cast strange glances.

"Isn't this a traitor from the sect? How did he come here?"

"Senior Brother Pan seems to have joined them. Could it be that he has also rebelled?"

Everyone discussed in low voices, but Chen Tiancheng kept his eyes fixed, waiting for the meeting to start.

After a while, a man wearing a brown robe came out from the main hall in front of the sword testing platform. This man was Wang Shiyuan, and beside him being pushed by someone in a wheelchair was Xue Daoling, the lord of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect.

When Chen Tiancheng saw Xue Daoling, his face changed. Although the suzerain was old, he wouldn't be pushed by someone in a wheelchair. Could it be that they also did something to the suzerain?
With a smile on his face, Wang Shiyuan glanced at the audience and said, "Are all the disciples of the sect here today?"

A disciple responded with a roster in his hand: "Reporting to Master, except for the disciples who retired and disappeared before, all 320 members of the Zongmen have arrived."

Wang Shiyuan said in high spirits: "Okay, now that everyone is here, the election of the leader has begun!"

Tang Song turned to Chen Tiancheng and asked, "Grandpa Chen, what are the rules for the election of the chief?"

Chen Tiancheng said: "The Xiaoxiang Sword Sect advocates strength. As long as the disciples of the sect have been involved for more than one year, they can participate in the competition, and the final winner will be the leader."

"In this case, I'm afraid there aren't many people who can stand up and compete, right?"

After all, they all belong to the same sect, and everyone basically knows what level they are. Since it is the general election for the sect leader, it is doomed to have nothing to do with ordinary disciples.

"No, the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect's head election has another function besides electing the head."

Pershing said first.

"Oh, let's hear it?"

Tang and Song Dynasties were very curious, what other uses could be used for the election of the leader?
Perxing attached himself to Tang Song and said in a low voice: "This is not only the day of the general election for the master, but also an opportunity for the disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect to show themselves. According to seniority, the outstanding representatives of the disciples of each generation will compete on stage in turn. This is the contest for the person appointed by the head."

While speaking, some disciples were already standing on the ring.

This person is not very old, he is the youngest five-generation disciple of the sect, and immediately after that, another young man also stood on the stage.

"Junior Brother Wang, draw your sword!"

A teenager roared in a low voice, his attitude was very domineering.

But that Junior Brother Wang cupped his hands at this moment and said: "Senior Brother is getting old, as a Junior Brother, you should let you draw the sword first."

As soon as the two came on stage, they were full of excitement.

Soon, the two fifth-generation disciples started fighting. The gap between the low-level warriors was huge. Within three rounds, the disciple named Wang ended up victorious.

Although there were many disciples of the fifth generation, there were only three on the stage. The disciple named Wang defeated two of them and quickly won the first place.

According to the usual practice, when the disciples of the fourth generation enter the stage, the disciples of the fifth generation will automatically withdraw, but everyone did not expect that the disciple surnamed Wang was still standing on the stage.

"Wang Feng, what do you mean?"

After a fourth-generation disciple came on stage, he said with a solemn expression.

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Uncle, of course I'm here for the sword competition. Is there a rule in the sect that disciples of the fifth generation cannot challenge disciples of the fourth generation?"

The fourth generation of disciples laughed and said: "Hehe, you are really arrogant. Even if your father is Wang Shiyuan, it is too arrogant, right?"

"Who my father is has nothing to do with you. Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, go down!"

Wang Feng pointed his sword at the four generations of disciples.

"Okay, then I will teach you a lesson for Master today!"

After all, the disciples of the fourth generation drew out their swords and quickly stabbed at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng dodged sideways, dodging the opponent's attack directly, and then swept his long sword, hitting the back of the fourth generation disciple's head.

This move is too vicious, if the disciples of the fourth generation didn't dodge it, I'm afraid their foreheads would have been chopped off.

"This kid went too far and actually killed him?"

"Even if he is Wang Shiyuan's son, he can't be like this!"

Wang Feng's sword move immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the people in the audience, and many people murmured in low voices.

Participation is the most important thing in martial arts competitions. If everyone wants to fight to the death, then how can there be a competition? Just sign life and death.

But Wang Feng didn't care about everyone's comments, he missed the first blow, and rushed towards the fourth generation of disciples again, this time, he intensified, almost every move was fatal.

The fourth generation disciples managed to cope with it, but their physical strength was gradually weakening and they soon fell into a disadvantage.

"Wang Feng has broken through the realm of great warriors?"

"I'm only 17 years old, and I have actually broken through to the realm of a great warrior. I'm afraid my achievements will not be low in the future."

After a lot of fighting, everyone could see Wang Feng's cultivation. Since the disciples of the Five Generations were young, they were usually low-level warriors or middle-level warriors. Those who could break through to the level of great warriors were basically Four generations of disciples or even three generations of disciples.

If it weren't for the elixirs of the Tang and Song Dynasties, Chen Tiancheng would only be in the realm of a great warrior. With Wang Feng having such a level of cultivation, no wonder it would cause an uproar.

Wang Shiyuan sat beside Xue Daoling, with a deep smile on his face, this time he became the head, the next one must be his son.

From now on, Xiaoxiang Sword Sect will be their world!
The fourth-generation disciple was forced into a desperate situation. In desperation, he could only use one move and slashed diagonally towards Wang Feng with his sword.

The corner of Wang Feng's mouth slanted, revealing a disdainful smile.

"watch out!"

Wang Feng fought back against the disciples of the fourth generation in the same way. The swords of the two were opposite, and they did not collide with each other. If they did not stop, both of them would be injured.

Seeing Wang Feng like this, the disciples of the fourth generation panicked immediately. He didn't know if the opponent would strike down with this sword, but if Wang Feng didn't dodge, he would definitely not be able to strike with this sword.

After weighing the situation, the fourth-generation disciple finally sheathed his sword, but he never expected that Wang Feng's sword would strike down without mercy.

The fourth generation disciple's arm went numb, and he lost consciousness immediately.

"Ah! My arm!"

With a scream on the field, everyone was stunned. The fourth generation of disciples had obviously retracted their swords, but Wang Feng actually wanted to chop off the sword. Not only that, he also cut off one of his arms. A vicious person is truly shameless!
"You're going too far. You cut off someone's arm when they ordered it all the way?"

A sect disciple pointed at Wang Feng and shouted.

"Not convinced you to try?"

Wang Feng glanced contemptuously and said coldly.

That disciple naturally didn't dare to fight, not to mention whether he could beat Wang Feng, just because he was Wang Shiyuan's own son, he couldn't do anything to him.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Wang Feng pointed his long sword at everyone in the audience and said, "Who else is there? Come and fight if you don't agree!"

"I'll meet you!"

Suddenly, a figure flew towards the sword testing platform.

"Third generation disciple Li Qing?"

"Could it be that Wang Feng wants to challenge across two levels?"

There was an uproar in the audience, everyone looked at Xue Daoling, but Xue Daoling was just sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were dull, and he didn't say a word.

"I'll try your tricks!"

Li Qing pulled out the long sword and said in a cold voice.

Wang Feng sneered and seemed not to take Li Qing seriously.

"Although I am a high-level martial artist, I may not be an opponent of your martial artist!"

Li Qing was angry from the bottom of his heart, this kid is too arrogant, the level of martial artist and great warrior are not at the same level, they meet on narrow roads, one martial artist is enough to compete with ten great warriors.

(End of this chapter)