My sect is full of geniuses

Chapter 249 The Sword

In the next match, facing the awakened Hao, the newcomer Liu Yu struggled for more than a dozen rounds before losing.

After returning from the secret realm, Hao has been training with Xuanhei in the back mountain, so the new disciples, including some old disciples, don't know his current strength, and ignore that he is the second most popular competitor this time.

In the last round of the upper half, there is no doubt that Xiaoshi won this spot.

The first half of the game is over, and the morning has passed.

At noon, even though Lao Shi prepared a day in advance, there was almost no supply. Li Qi saw that Lao Shi was too busy, so he hurriedly sent people down the mountain and asked the mayor to help find some people to help, and then he prepared lunch for hundreds of people. .

After a short rest, the match in the second half began. The disciples of various sects who were still reminiscing about the meals of the Taichu sect in the stands were attracted by the referee of the lower half, Ye Yiyi.

"What a cute little girl." A young lady from Tianxiang Valley held a bucket of popcorn taught by Li Qi to Lao Shi, and communicated with the senior sister beside her.

He tapped her on the head, and under her pouting gaze, he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bucket, and then slowly explained: "This is the elder sister of Taichu Sect, Ye Yiyi."

"what."

That Tianxianggu disciple exclaimed, pointed at the audience and said in amazement: "This little girl is a big sister?"

"Of course..." The older disciple of Tianxiang Valley nodded, recalling the interesting story Li Lanyue told about Taichu Sect a few days ago, he has a deep memory of this young senior sister.

"No. [-] and No. [-] in the lower half. Enter!"

Murong Yindao was already ready, and slowly stepped onto the ring with a knife wrapped in rags.

At the other end, the smug Wang Yang walked onto the ring carrying a simple long sword. The two stood opposite each other without saying a word, but secretly, the sword and sword were clashing with each other.

Ye Yiyi, who was quite far away, felt a slight pain in his face, looked at the two of them with a little surprise, and raised the flag to announce: "The first competition in the lower half, start!"

As the sound fell, Murong Yindao slowly opened the rag in his arms, only revealing a sliver of the blade, even in the scorching sun, Wang Yang on the opposite side felt a chill on his neck, as the rag was completely lifted, A cold nine-ringed broadsword appeared in the sight of everyone present.

Holding the big knife in his hand, Murong Yindao's temperament changed instantly, his whole body was like a knife cutting the sky and the earth, making people dare not look directly at it.

Not to be outdone, Wang Yang unbuttoned his chest. In an instant, the ancient long sword behind him fell and hit the ground, stirring up a burst of dust. Then, a crack appeared like a spider web. It can be seen that Wang Yang's The sword is different from Mo Yi, simple and heavy.

As Wang Yang untied the long sword, Murong Yindao on the opposite side was slightly taken aback. Immediately, his warlike genes began to stir.

"Please advise!"

"Please advise!"

As soon as the words fell, the two moved forward in unison, but Murong drew the saber faster, and the saber slashed downwards.

Wang Yang, who was dragging the long sword, changed his eyes, and using the momentum of the forward charge, he used a sword-dragging technique and walked towards the sword.

"Ding!"

Sparks shot out, and the two bodies seemed to freeze in place, but the swords swayed back and forth between contact, letting everyone know that the contest between the two had begun.

After a while, Wang Yang forcefully forced Murong Yindao away with his wrist, and took a few steps back. Murong Yindao was not discouraged because of the failure of the collision. Down.

Among the shadows of swords, lights and swords, everyone only felt that two black shadows intertwined in the martial arts arena, and sparks were constantly flying around.

Outside the martial arts arena, Sauron walked in clutching his stomach. Today's lunch was quite a lot, and it was rare for Sauron to be full once.

When he came to the edge of the martial arts arena, Sauron's eyes were immediately attracted by the two people above.

As he watched, Sauron's heart gradually became hot. There were many swordsmen in the Taichu Sect, but they were only limited to one weapon. At this moment, when he saw Murong using the sword, Sauron felt a sense of recognition in his heart. born.

After a full 10 minutes of chopping, the two finally separated and pushed to both sides of the martial arts arena. Wang Yang held the ancient long sword in his hand and panted heavily. Not low, such a high-intensity slashing for 10 minutes consumed a lot of his energy.

Looking at Murong Yindao at the other end, although the consumption is huge, it still looks cold on the surface.

"Come again!!"

With a roar, Wang Yang exerted force under his feet, and gathered all the Qi in his body on the ancient long sword, drawing a semicircle in the air, and from a distance, it turned into a blazing sun.

"Well done." With a low voice, Murong drew the saber not to be outdone, and gathered all the strength of his body to condense on the sword. Suddenly, a round cold moon reflected in the martial arts arena, and Wang Yang's fierce sun collide together.

A ray of light shines from the center, and everyone in the flash can't help but cover their eyes.

After a long time, feeling the light disappear, everyone opened their eyes one after another, eagerly looking towards the martial arts arena, anticipating the final result of the duel between the two.

But at the moment of entering the goal, everyone opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths in amazement.

I saw that the solid bluestone bricks in the restored martial arts field disappeared, and on the ground underground, countless sword marks and sword shadows were engraved on them, and the protagonists of this competition, Wang Yang and Murong, drew their swords. Keep the same posture.

The two also leaned on the weapons in their hands, knelt on one knee and lowered their heads. The uniforms of Taichuzong on their bodies had been chopped into rags, but fortunately there was no blood.

"Who's winning?"

"I don't know. I can't tell how the two of them smell."

"Yeah, how could the two of them have no breath at all?"

Not only everyone in the stands cared about the result of the game, but Ouyang Qingsong, who couldn't feel the breath of the two in the stands, was nervous and feared that something would happen to them.

Ye Yiyi, who was the referee, was also taken aback, looking at the martial arts arena hesitantly, seeing that the two of them didn't respond, he decided to go up and have a look for himself.

"Wait!" Sauron, who had been staring at the field, suddenly appeared to stop Ye Yiyi and said without blinking: "They are at a critical moment, so they must not be disturbed."

"crucial moment?"

Ye Yiyi was confused by Sauron's words, but seeing him so serious, he also stopped and thought to himself, if there is no movement after a while, he must go up.

This strange state lasted for more than ten minutes, and voices of doubt continued to ring out from the stands, but in the main seat, a group of suzerain-level figures looked at the venue with great interest, and from time to time, some people would say a word of admiration, which made people laugh. The disciples who served them were at a loss.

After a while, the old beggar Xiaoyao looked away, took a sip of tea and said, "It's over..."

Xu Luozi, who was waiting behind him, was puzzled. In the martial arts arena, Wang Yang spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the ancient long sword, and then fell to the ground slowly, but until the moment he fell to the ground, his hand was still holding the ancient long sword tightly. .

But no one noticed that the blood sprayed on Gu Pu's sword just now squirmed slowly as if alive, and was completely absorbed by Gu Pu's sword after a while.

(End of this chapter)