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Volume 1: A Sword from Lingchen

The sky above the Valley of the God of War is filled with clouds and clouds, and the rhythm of Taoism is vertical and horizontal.

On the four-way cloud platform, the Nine Meridians disciples held their breaths and focused their attention on the battle on the platform.

The golden aura in the sky and the edge of the sword were competing against each other, refusing to give in to each other. Eighteen kinds of weapons trapped Ye Ling in the center, and the Xuanjin Avenue was crushing crazily, fearing that Ye Ling would be unprepared.

The expression of the disciple of the previous generation who was responsible for maintaining the competition changed drastically, and his Dao power was released all over his body. He wanted to rescue him, but it was already too late.

Wang Zijin on the side covered his chest with his hands and laughed loudly: "Today is the day you die!"

Half-suspended in the air, Gu Ningyuan stood with his hands behind his back, silently, but the coldness in his palms overflowed, and ice and snow condensed.

On the high platform, the masters of the Seven Peaks looked as usual, but they all glanced at Chen Yan. Unexpectedly, Chen Yan was calm and relaxed, and did not seem to have any intention of stopping him.

Around the cloud platform, disciples from all peaks competed to sigh:

"Wang Zijin used all his strength. This fighting fist is a high-grade Xuan-level technique and is very powerful. There is a huge difference in cultivation level between the two. Ye Ling may be in trouble this time."

"He brought this on himself. I've heard that when we were in the Demon City, Ye Ling was ignorant and made Wang Zijin lose face. That's why he killed him today."

"If there are casualties during the competition, although the murderer will be punished, it will not be serious. Wang Zijin is the leader of Xuanjin Peak, and he has a lot of potential in the future. At most, he has to think about facing the cliff for a few years, and then he should go into seclusion."

On the platform, the Xuanjin Avenue shines brightly, and eighteen kinds of weapons are connected in a circle, with superimposed power.

In the center, Ye Ling holds the wooden sword tightly, and the sound of sword chants comes and goes, without any fear.

"My sword has no scabbard, how can I be trapped in it?"

Taking one step forward, Ye Ling's whole body was surrounded by sharp energy. The wooden sword seemed to be one with him, and the sword's light was like a blue dragon rising out of the sea, shining in the sky.

"Rumble--"

Nineteen kinds of weapons collided fiercely, and the golden Tao Qi covered the entire battle platform, and the scene inside was actually seen.

Suddenly, from the battle platform, a silver-white divine light flashed out of thin air, slashing down across the sky, as if the world was created and chaos was broken, dividing the Xuanjin Avenue into two.

The sharp energy that filled the sky broke free and reappeared between heaven and earth.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and Ye Ling's figure gradually emerged. He was half-kneeling on the ground, panting slightly, and seemed to be exhausted.

The sword strike just now was actually Ye Ling's strongest blow. Although it destroyed Wang Zijin's combat fist, his own spiritual power was also wiped out, leaving him exhausted.

Wang Zijin's face darkened, and he was surprised that Ye Ling had grown to such a level in just one year. Given time, he might not be able to match him anymore.

This child must not be kept!

Thinking of this, Wang Zijin frowned, and immediately rushed towards Ye Ling. The black gold energy in his hand was almost solidified, and he was about to land a palm.

But at this moment, the disciples of the previous generation suddenly stood in front of Wang Zijin, with fire rising all over their bodies, and the Great Fire Avenue suppressed the heavens, forcing Wang Zijin to retreat.

He glared at Wang Zijin angrily and shouted: "The sect competition will end at the last minute! Ye Ling has no power to fight back, how can we insist on taking his life?"

On the cloud platform, all the disciples were talking about it. Some people were ashamed of Wang Zijin for taking advantage of others' danger. But some people secretly regretted that if Wang Zijin succeeded, they would lose a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh.

"Quiet!" Gu Ning's distant voice was like a loud bell, penetrating into people's hearts: "Xuanjin Peak disciple Wang Zijin ignored the sect's laws and insisted on murdering his fellow disciples. Considering that his first offense was not successful, he was given a lighter sentence and was punished to think about crossing the cliff and facing the wall for a day.

year, the supply of spiritual stones to the sect will be stopped during this period!”

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples were silent.

On the high platform, Meng Guangyang said to Song Rui: "Aren't you going to intercede with Wang Zijin?"

Song Rui was an upright person and snorted coldly, saying: "This son has his own fault. In my opinion, the punishment from the sect leader is too light!"

Meng Guangyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "After all, he is not his disciple, so he doesn't care that much."

Song Rui glared at him and said nothing.

On the platform, two disciples from the previous generation flew forward, set up Wang Zijin, and took him to Siguo Cliff.

Wang Zijin gave Ye Ling a cold look, then turned his attention to Lan Gongyue, who was not far away, and left just now.

Meng Peiran smiled and said to Lan Gongyue: "He still can't worry about you!"

Lan Gongyue lowered her head slightly and did not answer, but secretly rejoiced in her heart: "I can finally be quiet for a year."

On the other side, Wu Qing and Bai Wuyu hurriedly ran onto the battlefield and helped Ye Ling up: "Second brother, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"

Ye Ling smiled and waved his hands. He just exhausted his spiritual power and was not injured. He only needed to cultivate for a while to recover.

As he spoke, Ye Ling took out a few Huiling Pills from his jasper fingers and took them. The pills melted in the mouth, and the spiritual energy melted into the meridians like a trickle, nourishing the whole body, and finally returned to the Dantian.

Not long after, Ye Ling regained some strength and was able to stand up and step off the stage.

Gu Ningyuan said: "Wang Zijin fouled and was eliminated, so Taixu Peak Ye Ling entered the next round. The next competition will continue!"

Ye Ling was supported by Wu Qing and Bai Wuyu, and returned to the cloud platform, sitting cross-legged and meditating, trying to buy time to recover his spiritual power in preparation for the next competition.

After another hour, the second round of competition ended, leaving only the last thirty people. These thirty people can go to the Enlightenment Spring to meditate for thirty days.

However, the competition is not over yet. In the end, the leader of the Nine Peaks has to be decided.

"The first match of the third round, Yumu Peak Han Qianqing, Split Earth Peak Su Yishan!"

Han Qianqing is the leader of Yumu Peak and has learned the Qingmu Dao. He is like a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy, with a face as fair as jade and a vital energy as majestic as spring.

Su Yishan is the leader of the cracked earth peak. He is accustomed to the thick earth road. He has a tall physique and a strong Tao Qi, which is like a small mountain shaking down.

The two of them came up to the stage and bowed:

"Brother Su, between you and me, we are of equal strength. It may be difficult to tell the winner. Please give me your advice when we compete next time."

"How dare you? I have long heard that your Wanmu Fengchun practice has been completed and is very powerful. Today is just the time for me to learn a thing or two!"

After saying this, the two men started to fight, and the Qingmu Avenue and the Houtu Avenue immediately covered the battlefield, fighting each other endlessly.

Ye Ling slowly opened his eyes and watched the two fighting.

Han Qianqing and Su Yishan, like the thunder of Zidian Peak, have been practicing in seclusion for many years, so Ye Ling only heard their names but never saw them.

Now that I see the two of them taking action, it is indeed extraordinary.

Han Qianqing's vitality is majestic, and the Qingmu Avenue instantly evolves into layers of lush forests, with a criss-crossing rhythm.

Su Yishan was covered in earth-yellow Tao Qi to protect his body. With a raise of his hand, mountains and rivers fell, the earth shook, and the destructive power was astonishing.

Although Jiu Feng had the same leader, their strength was different. The strength of these two men was obviously superior to that of Wang Zijin. Ye Ling asked himself that if he fought with these two men, he would definitely lose. He would be even more powerless to fight back than before.

In another place on the cloud platform, Lan Gongyue frowned and said: "Five years ago, Han Qianqing, Su Yishanfang and Wang Zijin were on par with each other in Huoyun. Today, when they meet, they are far ahead of them!"

Meng Peiran smiled and said: "As far as I know, the two of them went down the mountain five years ago. I don't know what chance they got. After returning to the sect, they practiced in seclusion and cultivated their fighting power today."

Lan Gongyue nodded and said: "Sure enough, sticking to one place is like sitting in a well and looking at the sky. After the competition, I will go down the mountain to seek some opportunities."

"Prince Jin is not here, who are you going with?"

"Senior Brother Meng doesn't like to travel, so he's not as good as you..."

"I have no enmity or enmity with you, how can you have evil intentions to harm me?"

"..."

On the battle platform, there was another battle between Taoist forces. Following a loud noise, there was a huge wave.

The figures of Han Qianqing and Su Yishan flew far away each other. They stood still and looked at each other.

Su Yishan cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Han's Ten Thousand Trees Fengchun is indeed well-deserved. For my brother, I am willing to be inferior!"

Han Qianqing also smiled and said: "Brother Su, you are too polite. The five elements are born with each other, and they are in harmony with each other. I just took advantage of some of the secrets and luck to win half the battle. Without this help, I will definitely not be Brother Su's opponent!"

Su Yishan laughed loudly and said: "When I go back and practice hard for several years, how about you and I fighting again?"

“It’s a deal!”

The two high-fived each other and walked off the stage hand in hand.

All Jiufeng disciples are sincerely convinced. The fight between gentlemen is nothing more than this!

At the end of this competition, two names appeared again on the God of War list: "Thunder! Ye Ling!"

Lei Ming grinned, stood up, and landed in the middle of the field. He had already had a goal before coming out of seclusion. In the sect competition, there were only two opponents: Xu Mochen and Ye Ling.

Ye Ling recovered to about seventy-eight points, then stood up and stepped onto the fighting platform, standing in front of Lei Ming. He knew that he was not Lei Ming's opponent at this time, but with a sword in hand, there was no way he could retreat!

Their eyes faced each other, Lei Ming's eyes were shining with lightning, and Ye Ling's eyes were filled with sword intent.

Lei Ming sneered: "Let me see how powerful the sword that defeated Huo Yun is!"

Ye Ling's expression was calm, and the wooden sword behind his back was buzzing and trembling. He held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and the sharp energy immediately burst out of his body:

"as you wish!"


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