As the name of the Sword Sealing Conference implies, at the end of the year, the disciples of the Dongjian Sect will seal up their swords and take a break to stop practicing swordsmanship. They will continue to practice swordsmanship in the coming year.
Although it is a rule passed down from ancestors, it has been extended to this day and has become a martial arts competition between brothers at the end of the year.
The rules of the conference are very simple. According to the principle of voluntary participation, the competition will be drawn by lots.
When Zhou Rui stepped forward to draw lots, he found that the person standing next to the lottery box was actually Chen Penghui.
"Hmph, long time no see, Junior Brother Zhou." Chen Penghui greeted in a strange way.
Zhou Rui frowned and glanced at Chen Penghui, then reached out to draw a number from the box. But before he could put his hand in, Chen Penghui grabbed him and said, "Junior Brother Zhou, this is the number you drew. It fell to the ground just now.
, no need to smoke anymore.”
Everyone around looked at Zhou Rui. In desperation, Zhou Rui had no choice but to take the number plate from Chen Penghui's hand.
Chen Penghui came to Zhou Rui's side and whispered: "I, Chen Penghui, am a man of my word. You know how much effort I put in to draw this number for you here."
Zhou Rui knows that there is no way to escape this disaster. Since some things cannot be avoided, it is better to face them calmly.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Chen!" Zhou Rui glanced at Chen Penghui, then turned and left the crowd.
"Humph, fight me." Chen Penghui looked at Zhou Rui's back fiercely.
After the draw ended, everyone wrote their names on the public notice board according to the draw results.
As expected, Chen Penghui's name had already been written next to Zhou Rui's name.
Zhou Fan said fiercely: "I knew this kid had no good intentions, so he had been prepared for it a long time ago."
Zhou Rui waved his hand, signaling Zhou Fan to stop talking, and said: "It doesn't matter, some things will be solved sooner or later."
At the beginning of the competition, it was only the first round of the competition. Everyone on the ring fought with all their strength. The Sword Sealing Conference was different from ordinary competitions.
In this competition every year, all the masters of the Dongjian Sect will participate. Zhao Zhongtian will also select some outstanding students and focus on training them in the next year. Therefore, this competition is becoming more and more like a game to prove himself.
Contest.
"The next match will be between Chen Penghui and Zhou Rui!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Penghui couldn't wait to rush to the ring.
There were sighs in the crowd, and someone said: "This kid is really lucky. He picked a freshman to do the right thing in the first round. This is not a sure win."
Another person said: "What a lucky draw. He clearly arranged the draw himself. Didn't you see the name on the public notice board? Until the semi-finals, this kid will not encounter any powerful opponents."
The man added: "It's really shameless."
"Okay, stop talking and concentrate on watching the game."
When Zhou Rui entered the ring, Zhang Wanqing gave the order: "The competition begins!"
Chen Penghui was the first to make a move and muttered: "I can't defeat you within ten moves, so my surname is Zhou!"
At the beginning, Chen Penghui used a set of sword moves from the Nineteen Xuantian Swords. After all, he was a martial artist at the martial spirit level. Even the sword moves he used were extraordinary in momentum.
When the sword came to Zhou Rui, Zhou Rui sneered and said, "It seems you are going to take my surname today."
In a flash of thought, Zhou Rui was still behind Chen Penghui. Chen Penghui was taken aback and relied on his body's instinctive reaction to turn around and block Zhou Rui's sudden sword.
"Pah, pah, pah"
Zhou Rui was walking around the ring like a phantom. Chen Penghui couldn't touch Zhou Rui's sword skills at all, so he could only use soldiers to block the opponent's sword skills.
After this back and forth, Chen Penghui was in an extremely passive situation in the ring.
The people in the audience were dumbfounded for a moment.
"Are these the new students this year?"
"may be..."
"This is too ridiculous. You can already use such swordsmanship when you are just a teenager."
Conversations like this began to slowly spread in the audience.
Zhao Zhongtian was sitting in the front seat, looking at his beloved disciple's performance with a smile, and couldn't help but admire him.
Zhou Rui fired more than twenty moves. Although the moves were not fatal, they left Chen Penghui with several long sword wounds.
"How about it, Zhou Penghui. Isn't this a good name?"
Zhou Rui began to be proud of the improvement in the power of the sword technique of Seven Swords Xiaotianxia after he realized the seventh sword technique.
The seventh sword technique, Heavenly Sword Unity, although it is called the seventh move, in fact, this sword technique combines the previous six sword techniques into one, forming a set of coherent sword techniques.
Zhou Rui, who learned the seventh sword technique at this time, made several moves at once, and each sword technique had different changes, so every time he used the sword, it was unpredictable.
At this time, Chen Penghui stood on the stage unable to resist Zhou Rui's sword skills. The outcome was already obvious.
What Chen Penghui didn't expect the most was that Zhou Rui actually improved his strength to the same level as himself in just three months.
Chen Penghui laughed. It took him five years to realize Wu Ling's breakthrough method. But the kid in front of him only spent three months, but it took him five or six years to achieve it.