The Seven Swords Alliance is an offensive and defensive alliance organized by several major sword sects in Runan County, Ruyin County and Huai'an County in order to deal with the increasingly chaotic world. Yuan Shouzheng spent a lot of effort many years ago to establish the Seven Swords Alliance.
The two clans formed an alliance and agreed to hold a competition every seven years to determine the new leader of the Sword Alliance.
The Seven Swords Alliance Competition focuses on the comprehensive strength of each major sword sect. Each sword sect sends three contestants, old, middle and young, to compete for the sect's position as the leader of the Sword Alliance.
In the Xuanhu Sword Sect's meeting hall, the elders of the inner and outer sects of the Sword Sect and the masters responsible for teaching swordsmanship were all present, and they were arguing over the candidate to represent the sect in the competition...
There is nothing to argue about among the elders of the sect. It is certain that the seventh-grade elder will participate, and there are also candidates for the younger generation. The second senior brother who received a severe beating stood out without any controversy. What is currently troubling the sect is the young and middle-aged people.
In this generation, there is no particularly outstanding figure, and their abilities are all on par with each other, so it is difficult to choose.
Yuan Shouzheng knocked on the bill and stopped the noisy situation. Looking at the noisy people with red faces, he said: "The winner or loser of the Seven Swords Alliance competition determines the future direction and destiny of the sword sect. It is not a jealousy between ladies, so I will
Get rid of all your little thoughts."
Yuan Shouzheng is determined to win the position of alliance leader this time. It is not that Yuan Shouzheng is greedy for power, but the other six sword sects are too conservative. If they win the position of alliance leader, the Seven Swords Alliance will definitely be in a half-dead situation in the next seven years.
.As things go down, Jian Zong will be swallowed up sooner or later, which Yuan Shouzheng cannot accept.
In the current Qian Dynasty, all the major families and sects are constantly cannibalizing the weak surrounding forces, or forming alliances with other forces to strengthen themselves, just like sailing against the current or retreating if they don't advance.
Ruyin West Lake is one of the most beautiful places in the world, attracting countless literati and poets to enjoy the autumn scenery of the lake. The Qiu Shui Sword Sect is located in this beautiful place. Mo Chenzi, a swordsman of the generation, had an epiphany here and founded the Qiu Shui Sword Sect.
There is a small town by the West Lake in Ruyin. There are many taverns and inns in the town. With the West Lake and Qiushui Jianzong in the back, the people in the town live a naturally prosperous life. There is a gold bar noodle shop in the town that is very famous. Anyone who visits Ruyin West Lake must go to the town.
The trip will be complete only after eating a bowl and breaking a sweat.
The shop is small and has only two tables. It is run by a father and daughter. At noon, a group of people from all walks of life came outside the shop. They walked in and sat at the only remaining table.
The guests had already sat down, and a young lady in coarse linen clothes immediately came to greet her. She had a sweet dimple in her smile: "Objectively speaking, you guys have come to the right place. Our authentic Gelato is within a hundred miles, including
After you finish eating, drive away the cold air and make your body sweat."
There were four people, two old men and two young men. One of them, a handsome young man dressed in blue cedar, looked at the young lady a few more times and said with a smile: "Four nights of glatiao, make it spicy! It must be spicy enough!"
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"Please do it!" the little lady replied with a smile.
The handsome young master smiled and looked at the young nephew beside him and said, "I bet his food is not spicy enough. Where is the nephew?"
The young man frowned and said, "It's not easy to gamble! After all, this is the territory of the Qiushui Sword Sect."
"What can't be gambled on? Where can't be gambled on?" The handsome young man smiled even happier.
40,000 pieces of glowing red glatiao were put on the table, and the young lady smiled and said: "Eat the spicy food slowly."
The yellow-orange glatiao were dipped in fiery red spicy oil. The handsome young man picked one up and sniffed it. Instead of eating it, he looked at the young lady and said with a smile: "I bet your spicy food is not spicy enough. After finishing this bowl, I will give it a drop."
You won’t even sweat.”
Hearing that his uncle wanted to bet, the young man looked at the two old men for help, but he saw the two old men looking at their noses and minds, like old monks in meditation...
"Young master, you are joking. Our gratiao was passed down from my great ancestor's generation. The previous head of Qiushui Sword Sect would say it was spicy after eating it!" the young lady said unconvinced.
The young lady's confident look made the handsome young man laugh heartily: "I made a bet with the young lady. Please don't talk nonsense, young lady, and don't bully me!"
The bowl of gratiao was hot and spicy, but the handsome young man finished it in one go. Afterwards, the handsome young man shook the empty bowl in his hand, and the smile on his face became thicker: "Little lady, you lose!"
The young lady took a closer look and saw that the handsome young master had indeed not broken a drop of sweat, and his expression did not change. She could not help but be convinced: "Young master, I will make the decision for my father about this bowl of noodles, and I won't take any money from you."
"You have to pay money, how can you eat other people's food without paying for it? Little girl, I like to gamble, but I never gamble on yellow and white vulgar things!" The handsome young man looked at the young lady with a smile.
"Then what are you betting on?"
The handsome young man was in a good mood. He won the bet again this time. He couldn't help but blink at the young lady. His smile became a little strange and scary: "I bet on my life!"
The cold light suddenly rises, the sword is drawn out and put away...
The young lady stared at the handsome young man in horror, covering her neck with both hands, but she couldn't cover the blood...
The handsome young master looked at the young lady's still twitching body and smiled happily: "Sect master, nephew, please eat it quickly, it tastes really good!"
A living life was lost like this, but what the handsome young man cared about was food. It can be seen that human life was not as important to him as the gratiao in the bowl.
There were two tables in the room, and the diners at the other table were extremely angry. No one would have thought that someone would commit murder just for a bowl of food, thus missing the opportunity to save others.
When the old man in Houzao saw his daughter lying in a pool of blood, he threw himself on the body and burst into tears: "Who did this? The old man fought with him!"
"You can't blame others for this. Your daughter bet with me. If she loses the bet, she has to accept her fate!" The handsome young man said with a smile.
"It's you! It's you who hurt my daughter, I-I..." The old man only felt a tightness in his chest, and he fainted before he could take a breath.
The fat man at the other table threw his bowl on the table and said angrily: "I can't eat any more, I'm going to kill him!"
He held down the little fat man who was about to get up with one hand: "Second Senior Brother, you can only fight and eat, not gamble! I'll do it."
The young man carrying the maroon sword case helped the fainted old man aside, reached out and closed the little lady's eyes, which were staring blankly, and said: "I like gambling so much, let's bet once, I bet you can't leave this store."
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"You are boring, why should I bet with you?" Toshiroko said with a smile.
"Peace, please don't be impatient! Sect master, your disciples are killing innocent people indiscriminately, and you just let it go? Is your Wuliang Sword Sect still a famous and upright sect?" The great elder of the Xuanhu Sword Sect looked at Wuliang with a calm expression on his face.
The Sword Sect leader said angrily.
Before the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect could speak, the handsome man answered: "If you are willing to admit defeat, why do you kill innocent people indiscriminately? Don't rely on your old man to betray others and spit blood!"
Li Taiping stood up and said, "There is no need for the Great Elder to say anything. The best way to reason with a scoundrel is to be even more unreasonable than him."
The handsome man licked his lips and said with a bad smile: "Why, you want to be tough? This is the territory of the Qiu Shui Sword Sect. You are so arrogant and unreasonable. Do you think you don't take the Qiu Shui Sword Sect seriously?"
Li Taiping also laughed, and stood at the door with his arms folded: "Whether you bet today or not bet, I only want to do one thing, and that is to beat you to death. As for whether Qiushui Sword Sect will come
If you're already here to answer questions, there's no need to worry."
"Sect master, elders, you have to make the decision for your disciples!" The handsome man actually hid behind the master of Wuliang Sword Sect, then raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly at Li Taiping.
I saw the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect, who had not expressed his position, stood up and said expressionlessly: "Young Master, take care of what you should take care of, and don't take care of what you shouldn't take care of as soon as possible. Don't dig your own grave."
"Boy, don't get angry. There is no regret medicine in this world." The handsome man stuck his head out from behind the sect master and yelled.
Li Taiping took a step forward: "I can't hide, it's burning to my heart. I won't be able to extinguish the fire until I beat you bastard to death!"
The leader of Wuliang Sword Sect shook his head and sighed: "There is a road to heaven, so don't take it! I have no choice but to give you a ride. If there is an afterlife, don't meddle in other people's business. Remember! Remember!"
Thousands of years ago, the Wuliang Sword Sect was the top swordsmanship sect in the world. A single sword master dominated the world for three hundred years, and no one dared to ask for swordsmanship. Strange to say, after that sword master ascended, the Wuliang Sword Sect
No matter how incompetent the person is, everyone in the world says that the sword master has dominated the world for three hundred years and exhausted the thousand years of luck of the Infinite Sword Sect.
The leader of this generation of Wuliang Sword Sect is even more unsatisfactory. Seeing that the deadline is approaching, he has not even touched the eighth level, but is only a seventh-level peak. The long sword handed out by the seventh-level peak has momentum but not enough power. Li Taiping flicked it with his fingers.
On the sword body, the long sword swung out in a perfect arc and stabbed the owner of the sword...
The leader of Wuliang Sword didn't panic at all. He poured a breath of true energy into the long sword. With a sound of sword sound, the long sword straightened instantly and still stabbed Li Taiping's throat...
Li Taiping flashed the edge of the long sword and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a sword!"
The unparalleled sword is the sword worn by the saint of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Just by looking at the name of the sword, you can tell that the saint was the most powerful in the world and no one else.
Fight.
"It's your blessing to die under the Wushuang Sword. This sword has not drunk blood for hundreds of years. Today, I will sacrifice your blood to the Saint's Sword." The handsome man said with a evil smile.
Wuliang Sword Technique is as dense as a drop of water, but the master of Wuliang Sword Sect has some real taste, but it is a pity that the level of martial arts is lower, which is not enough in front of the unreasonable Li Taiping.
With one force, you can defeat ten battles. Even if your sword power is like spring breeze and drizzle, you can't stop the unreasonable and powerful iron fist. After just a few encounters, the long sword of the Wuliang Sword Sect Master was hit by Li Taiping on the blade, and it was shaken.
He broke free and penetrated the beam of the house.
The leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect was already of a lower level than Li Taiping, not to mention that Fist was afraid of being young. He just saw the leader throwing up his head and fell down after a mouthful of blood spurted out. Fortunately, the elder of the Wuliang Sword Sect reacted quickly enough and helped the leader...
Li Taiping did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but raised his hand and made a move in the air, and the long sword that was half a foot into the beam came into his hand. Wushuang received a murderous aura and infected every corner of the shop. For a moment, everyone felt
A chill ran down my spine, as if a knife was being scraped...
"Sure enough, a good sword! What a pity, it is unparalleled in the world but the pearl is cast in secret! - Wushuang, are you willing to follow me to bring peace to the troubled times and realize the way of heaven?" Li Taiping whispered while stroking the sword...