Quick Transmigration: My Dark History

Bai Jingsheng won.

With only one move, he defeated Sun Youwei and won a big victory.

Even the elders had to sigh that this son really could endure what ordinary people couldn't, and he deliberately showed weakness before Sun Youwei, and only when he fought against Sun Youwei did he expose the truth and reveal his true strength, defeating Sun Youwei. caught off guard.

To have such a brain and such a mind at such a young age is really amazing, but also daunting.

The outer disciples who had bullied Bai Jing with Sun Youwei were even more frightened.

In front of Deacon Sun, Bai Jing dared to almost depose Sun Youwei.

If they had no background, Bai Jing might have directly killed them?

Thinking of this, many people were sweating profusely, shut their mouths tightly, and refused to say a word, for fear of attracting Bai Jing's attention, they were all dealt with before going to the inner gate.

In the drizzle, Chang Liang fell to the ground.

The rain pierced through several parts of his body, including his wrist and forearm, and the severe pain spread all over his body. The pain was so painful that Sun Youwei almost groaned.

He tightly held the bleeding wound on his wrist with his uninjured hand, looked at Bai Jing in disbelief, and said dumbfounded: "When did you become so powerful? You obviously still..."

Obviously yesterday even the third form Chun Xiaofeng was so strenuous!

How could it be so easy and familiar to use Chun Xiaoyu today?

Thoughts were running fast, Bai Jing lost his voice and said in a blink of an eye, "You are not an entry-level foundation builder!"

Sure enough, Bai Jing nodded slightly: "I am in the late stage of Foundation Establishment."

In the underground cold spring, the foundation building flower given by that person is indeed an extremely rare treasure.

With Bai Jing's undiscovered aptitude for special physique, he was able to break through to Foundation Establishment overnight with the Foundation Establishment Flower, and then he accumulated a lot of money, and the small realm rushed to the later stage in one fell swoop, and he was only half a step away from reaching the peak.

It can be said that it is not uncommon for a 17-year-old in the late stage of foundation establishment to be placed outside, and he even joked that his talent is not very good.

But it is extremely rare to put it in the outer sect of Guiyuanzong.

At least except for Bai Jing, no one is in the late stage of foundation establishment.

The outer disciples are at most in the early stage of foundation establishment, so Bai Jing can be regarded as No.1 among the outer disciples.

Now, this No. 1 looked at his defeated opponent calmly, and said, "You once bullied me, beat me, humiliated me, trampled me down countless times, and laughed at me as a waste countless times."

As he spoke, he walked slowly in front of Sun Youwei and looked down condescendingly. His voice was as flat as his gaze, but he made Sun Youwei feel ironic.

"Now you are trampled under by my trash, bullied and humiliated by my trash, can I ask you, how do you feel?"

Sun Youwei listened with a pale face, his lips moved, but he held back and didn't speak.

Bai Jing said again: "It's better to bully the white-bearded man than to bully the poor young man. Haven't you heard this saying?"

Sun Youwei clenched his teeth so hard that his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, but he still didn't answer.

Bai Jing said again: "You regard me as a waste, but you don't know that I have never regarded you as an insurmountable mountain, but only as a stepping stone."

Sun Youwei is a stepping stone.

Bai Jing never cared about Sun Youwei's cronies and friends.

Not necessary and not worth it.

No matter the insult or the humiliation, that is over, he has the little fox enough.

As long as he has his little fox in mind.

With a "snap", Bai Jing snapped the wooden sword used by Chun Xiaoyu, the fourth form of the Ye Lai Feng Yu Sword Technique, into two halves.

He folded like this, exerting force in his hands, and his eyes suddenly became cold and stern, completely different from the flat and stubborn before.

The two wooden swords fell to Sun Youwei's feet and smashed into the pool of blood, making a dull sound.

Bai Jing didn't speak any more, turned around and stepped off the stage.

Sun Youwei looked down at the two wooden swords with complicated eyes and complicated emotions.

Seeing this, Sun Hai shook his head and left.

After a while, Sun Youwei raised his head, he didn't care that his elders saw that he was injured like this, they didn't say a word to him, they just looked at Bai Jing who had already stepped off the martial arts stage.

The breeze was faint, the drizzle was continuous, and that figure was as thin as ever.

But he didn't know when he got rid of the cowardice that he was most unaccustomed to, and quietly became stronger.

……

Soon after the rain stopped, the sky suddenly appeared, and the whole mountain was reflected with golden light, which was very beautiful.

The list of the final round of battles is freshly released at this time.

It is still calculated based on the number of victories, as long as Bai Jing decides the winner with the last opponent, he can decide who is the leader and who is the second.

Taking out a new wooden sword, Bai Jing began to wrestle with his opponent.

All kinds of advanced swordsmanship were used, and all kinds of ingenious footwork were used. Even if the swordsmanship had not been used in this final battle, it was a hearty fight, which made the onlookers shout happily.

After fighting for about a quarter of an hour, the two wooden swords collided head-on, causing the sword energy to scatter, quite violently.

After a moment of stalemate, the two wooden swords separated at the same time, and the two retreated a few steps together, which was farther than before the battle.

After looking at each other, the two unanimously began to display the sword skills they had practiced.

There are three swordsmanship that Bai Jing practiced, the Three Swords of Subduing Demons, the Swordsmanship of Ye Lai Fengfeng, and the closed moon.

The Three Swords of Subduing Demons, as the name suggests, are specially used to deal with demon cultivators, so they are not used at all at this time;

Close the moon, Bai Jing had a vague feeling that he must have a corresponding spirit sword before he can use it. With the wooden sword in his hand, it is absolutely impossible to use a single move.

Therefore, the sword technique that Bai Jing uses now is still the well-known Ye Lai Fengfeng sword technique.

Spring dawn night, spring dawn comes, spring dawn wind, spring dawn rain.

The four styles have been practiced to a high degree of proficiency early on, and he draws them like a dragon and snake, using a sword as a pen, and draws these four styles in one go.

Night, come, wind, rain.

These four scenes are connected in a line, and it is so beautiful in a trance.

During the period, Bai Jing took the opportunity to glance at his opponent, and realized that his opponent was using Wei Yunzhong's sword technique.

The sword technique in the cloud is similar to Sun Youwei's Changliang sword technique. It can turn the sword energy into clouds, use the clouds to confuse people's five senses, and use the clouds to attack.

——Back when choosing the sword technique in Zangshu Pavilion, Bai Jing looked at the sword technique in the cloud several times, and almost chose it.

Sure enough, Bai Jing finished performing Ye Lai Yufeng's move, and the Yunzhong swordsmanship was also ready.

On one side is the wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall.

On one side, the clouds are surging and the wind is flying, and I can't find it.

But after a short while, the two exploded at the same time and collided with each other!

"boom!"

The sky was still bright, but on the competition stage shrouded in darkness alone, amidst the howling wind, the rain and clouds were fiercely entangled, and the swords fought fiercely, and the momentum was loud and deafening.

Such a huge movement made the onlookers all aroused, and they didn't dare to guess who would win.

Although Bai Jing is two small realms higher than his opponent, no one can regard this as the criterion for winning this battle.

After all, his opponent should not be underestimated.

The sword technique in the cloud is already powerful, and the mist can hurt people at any time.

Under such circumstances, even Bai Jing could not ignore the danger of the sword technique in the cloud.

After an unknown amount of time, the night on the competition stage was gradually illuminated by the sky.

Everyone looked carefully, and saw that in the rapidly dissipating night, both of them were standing upright, half of the wooden swords in their hands were broken on the ground, and they couldn't tell who had the upper hand in the confrontation just now.

After a while, Bai Jing was the first to move.

He raised his hand and pressed his chest, his face was slightly pale, it can be seen that using the four moves of the Ye Lai Feng Feng Feng Feng's swordsmanship all at once was a lot of work for him.

He turned to the elder and said, "I admit defeat."

The elder was shocked when he heard the words: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Everyone in the audience was also shocked.

Bai Jing just lost the last competition?

Judging by his state, he can still fight again, why should he admit defeat?

"I surrender."

Bai Jing said it again, cupped his hands at his opponent who was still silent, and then walked off the stage without stopping for a moment.

After he went down, the opponent just made a move.

But when he heard the sound of "poof", the opponent spat out a big mouthful of blood, his face became pale as paper in an instant, and he couldn't even stand still.

This situation is obviously more exhausting and hurt than Bai Jing.

But Bai Jing took the initiative to admit defeat.

The elder couldn't help shaking his head and sighed: "It's really tolerable to not be in the limelight, but to come in second."

……

Two days after the outer disciple competition ended, a group of foundation-building disciples packed their bags and followed the elders of the outer sect to the inner sect.

The person who greeted them was Sun Hai, the deacon of the inner sect.

After handing over all the matters from the elders of the outer sect, Sun Hai bid farewell to the elders of the outer sect, and led all the disciples to Jianchi first.

The so-called sword pool is not actually a pool full of swords.

I don’t know what the founders of Guiyuanzong thought back then. They just changed a lot of door rules to be similar to those of Lingyunzong.

But not far ahead, there is a vast and desolate land.

In this land, there are lofty mountains and jagged rocks. On the peaks that are not too high, a long sword with a sheath goes deep into the boulder. Looking from a distance, there are thousands of spiritual swords, gathered into a Jianchi was extremely shocking.

The sound of the wind was low and sullen, and there were occasional sporadic bursts of sword energy overflowing from the unclosed mouth of the sheath, which was so powerful that it had not been shown in front of people for many years, forcing people to hold their breath unconsciously, for fear of disturbing the people here. Wan Jian.

Swords have spirits.

A sword cultivator must have a spiritual sword of his own destiny to be a qualified sword cultivator.

Sun Hai put his hands behind his back and said, "Let's go choose our swords."

All the disciples should be, looked around for a while, then walked to the place where the favorite spirit sword was.

Bai Jing stood there without moving, closing his eyes to sense something.

Sun Hai didn't urge him either, he just looked at what he wanted to do.

After a few breaths, Bai Jing opened his eyes, and with a movement of his body, he flew towards a certain place like a lightning bolt.

He walked for a long time before arriving at the place where the induction called him.

This place is already the center of the Sword Pool, with a steep solitary peak, and a rusty sword stuck on the top of the mountain.

Bai Jing looked up, his heart throbbing very much.

This rusty sword is called Closed Moon.