The Flame Python Sword Master roared again, and the Flame Python Sword Qi on his body was as red as the scorching sun, instantly melting away the ice cones flying from the front of his body.
However, Wei Dongge's sword energy ice cones fired in other directions were difficult to deal with. The explosion caused the entire mountain inside Jingquan Mountain Castle to loosen. One of the sharpest and huge ice cones even penetrated the mountain directly, causing the mountain to collapse suddenly.
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In the night, a full moon floated in the sky, and the cold moonlight reflected the gap filled with ice chips that had been blown out of the mountain, making it look extremely cold.
Many swordsmen rushed to the scene and were stunned by Wei Dongge's indiscriminate and powerful attack.
Some of the swordsmen who clamored to make Wei Dongge look good even shut up, knowing that if it hadn't been for the Flame Python Sword Master, if the swordsmen in the entire Jingquan Mountain Castle had faced Wei Dongge, I don't know if anyone would have survived.
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Wei Dongge, who has fallen into demonic madness, is more like a powerful monster that controls the icy sword energy!
The Soul-Living Sword Master floated from the air to the side of the Flame Python Sword Master, and looked quietly at Wei Dongge, who was standing above the frozen courtyard and roaring continuously, with a somewhat regretful expression: "He is possessed by a demon!"
The Flame Python Sword Master also nodded: "Yes, if he can enter and escape from the demon, his achievements will be limitless, but this kind of danger cannot be left in the sword hall!"
After speaking, both of their eyes fell on Wei Dongge.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Wei Dongge intuitively sensed a hint of murderous intent from the two sword masters like a wild beast. A trace of fear flashed through his originally manic expression, and he looked up in the direction of the broken mountain frozen by ice.
The cold moonlight of the first month seemed to clear up his consciousness.
As soon as he jumped, Wei Dongge screamed strangely and flew out from the tunnel opened in the mountain. Under the reflection of the moonlight, he left a string of crystal white cold air behind him...
Flame Python Sword Master and Soul-Living Sword Master couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw Wei Dongge escaping from Jingquan Mountain Castle and rushing out an unknown distance in a short time.
The Soul-Living Sword Master looked at the cold moonlight coming in from the breach in the mountain, and raised his lips: "Although he is possessed by demons, he can actually feel the murderous intention in us and knows how to be in awe. This time, he is lucky."
The Flame Python Sword Master nodded, apparently thinking that nothing happened in the sword hall, so he took the trouble to solve Wei Dongge's trouble, which was easily wiped out for both of them.
"You all should disperse."
The Lihun Sword Master finally gave instructions to the swordsmen of the sword hall who had gathered in the air. With a wave of his sleeves, the entire courtyard frozen by Wei Dongge was instantly crushed by the sword energy and turned into powder.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, all the fencers watching left with regrets. On the way back, they all whispered about Wei Dongge's accidental obsession.
Among the crowd, only Xie Xun's expression was filled with joy. He patted the sheepskin sword diagram placed on his heart and went back to the camp to rest peacefully. He was extremely proud of his clever use of a sword diagram to defeat the two most powerful opponents.
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Early the next morning, the competition started as usual. A group of swordsmen walked out of Jingquan Mountain Castle. They all subconsciously looked at the huge wound opened by the giant ice in the mountains. Many people were sighing.
"It's a pity that Wei Dongge is indeed one of the best among the younger generation, but he had such an accident before the game."
"Yes, originally he, Xie Xun, and that kid who suddenly appeared were the favorites to compete for the captaincy. Who would have thought that Wei Dongge would become possessed at such a time."
Xie Xun also came to the vicinity of the large arena built by the sword camp early. Listening to the discussions of the swordsmen around him, he felt secretly happy.
In fact, he felt a sigh of relief in his heart. Wei Dongge fully revealed his strength only after he became possessed. The sword that broke through the mountain of Jingquan Mountain Castle showed his extraordinary strength. If there was no plan to make Wei Dongge become possessed, then today
When two people meet, the outcome is really unpredictable.
But now that he thinks that all the strong enemy obstacles have been solved, and no one can stop him from reaching the top of today's competition, Xie Xun feels relieved. Just after the remaining contestants have arrived, he strolls onto the ring and looks around.
, many swordsmen lowered their heads under his aggressive gaze.
Xie Xun raised his head and laughed: "Haha, if any of you think you are my opponent, you can come on stage to have a sword fight with me today, but I think except for the two people who can't come today, no one is me today.
rival!"
As soon as Xie Xun finished speaking, many swordsmen were surprised to find that except for Wei Dongge, Wei Jianfuer, who had shined yesterday, also did not show up. If these two people were not there, everyone would not be able to think of anything else.
Someone is Xie Xun's opponent.
The crowd dispersed slightly. Xuemei and Caiyi also came before the game. They happened to hear Xie Xun's words and looked around. They didn't see Lu Ming and looked suspicious.
The two women looked at each other subconsciously. Seeing that the other person also looked hesitant, they both turned back, not knowing what they were thinking for a while.
Xie Xun shouted a few more times on the stage. As a result, the contestants in the audience were all afraid of Xie Xun's strength and confidence. A group of people advanced and retreated, hesitating for a while, but no one dared to go on the court to face Zheng Buqing.
Xie Xun showed his sharp momentum.
Suddenly, the noisy people under the ring suddenly paused. The crowd of swordsmen in the direction of Jingquan Mountain Fort quickly dispersed to make way for a passage. Lu Ming had a slight smile on his face, and his whole body seemed to be stepping on the microwave of Liutang, with all the pressure around him.
With a different feeling of lightness and lightness, I approached the ring.
"It's Wei Jian Fu Er! Wei Jian Fu Er is here!"
I don’t know who shouted first, which immediately caused Xie Xun, who was standing on the stage, to tremble. He subconsciously ignored the loud comments under the stage.
Xie Xun turned his head so fast that his neck even made a snap, but Lu Ming's figure was immediately reflected in his eyes.
What's going on! Isn't this kid possessed by a demon?
Xie Xun is very aware of the power of the sheepskin sword picture on his body. He himself was once lured out of his inner demons just by looking at the main picture. He was trapped in the inner demons for more than a hundred years before escaping from them. Therefore, he followed Wei Dongge's obsession with the demons.
Crazy performance, the kid I saw in my eyes must have gone crazy, why can he still participate in the ring competition like this intact!
Xie Xun watched in disbelief as Lu Ming walked towards the ring step by step. All the swordsmen who had been suppressed by his momentum just now made way for Lu Ming, allowing Lu Ming to slowly walk onto the ring.
When Lu Ming stood still, he smiled lightly at Xie Xun, who looked surprised, and his voice was as refreshing as the early summer breeze: "Xie Xun, I would also like to thank you for the sword diagram you showed me yesterday. After thinking about it all night, I am really impressed by my swordsmanship.
It's very helpful. After today's competition is over, I wonder if you can lend me another look?"
Xie Xun waited silently and quickly looked at Lu Ming's body. It was not someone else who was imitating him. It was indeed the young man who had seen the deadly sword picture in his hand last night. He still couldn't figure out why Lu Ming could get rid of the demon so quickly.
He even claimed that he wanted to see the picture of the sheepskin sword.
"Besides..." Xie Xun felt a sudden hoarseness in his throat and subconsciously pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword. Just because Lu Ming was able to escape from Jian Tu's inner demon so quickly made him tremble in his heart.
When the referee finally saw that fencers were facing each other on the stage, he also knew that Lu Ming and Xie Xun were the favorites to win. After a few words of conversation between the two, he appeared diagonally to the side of them and signaled the two to start the competition.
Xie Xun couldn't wait to pull out the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Lu Ming. The dazzling sword energy on his body exploded and filled every corner of the ring. Even the referee in the sword master realm wisely exited the ring and avoided it.
The powerful sword force exerted on Xie Xun's body.
Standing on the side of the ring, the referee was thinking about Xie Xun's tyrannical strength, but when he looked at Lu Ming, he found that Lu Ming still had a calm expression, as if he was not affected by the sword power in the field at all.
The referee looked at Lu Ming subconsciously: "The game has begun, you can draw your sword."
In fact, not only the referee, but also all the onlookers under the ring want to see the two tigers fighting to see who is the final winner.
But Lu Ming just smiled after listening to the referee's reminder. Although the words were addressed to the referee, he turned towards Xie Xun and said: "If it was yesterday, he could have asked me to draw my sword and face him. Today, he will face me with his sword."
I am no longer qualified to draw my sword.
Xie Xun frowned and wanted to speak, but Lu Ming looked at Xie Xun again and said: "Yesterday you showed me the sheepskin sword diagram and led me to understand the swordsmanship in it. After pondering for a night, I have deduced the origin of your swordsmanship.
, the shortcomings in it are even more obvious in my eyes, and now it is impossible for you to beat me again."
Lu Ming's words were light in tone, but they contained a different kind of strong self-confidence, which immediately caused a commotion in the arena, and Xie Xun also looked ugly.
A swordsman whispered to a friend next to him: "It's a bit exaggerated to say that only swordsmanship is the best. Yesterday, we all saw Xie Xun's swordsmanship that reached its peak in seconds. I don't believe that someone can find out that swordsmanship in just one night."
Flaws in swordsmanship."
There was also a swordsman on the side who answered, looking at Lu Ming on the ring and shaking his head vigorously: "Originally, I was optimistic about Wei Jian Fu Er, but what he said was a bit arrogant. How many swordsmen in the world died because of what they did to themselves?
In terms of excessive self-confidence, it is really a pity that he has such strength at such a young age. It seems that he is still too young and lacks experience."
"No matter what, I think Xie Xun must have been irritated by Wei Jianfuer's words. The next game is even more worth looking forward to. It will definitely be quite lively."
"Anyway, Wei Jianfuer is in trouble. Xie Xun was a swordsman at the peak of his sword master more than a hundred years ago. He has experienced inner demons for more than a hundred years. There is no way he would allow anyone to provoke him like this."
Xie Xun stood on the ring, and he heard the discussions around the ring in twos and threes, but his mind was still locked on Lu Ming.
After a burst of anger in his heart, he looked at Lu Ming with a cold expression, and couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "Is it possible that you still don't understand that sword moves are fatal, but people are alive? Can my sword hurt you? Have you tried it?
Only then can we know!”
After the shouts fell, Xie Xun stopped talking at all. After a blink of an eye, Xie Xun had already rushed towards Lu Ming with his sword in hand! (To be continued...)