"Lao Chi, pinch me [shared by netizens]" Feng Ge looked a little dull.
"What?" Chi Hongfei was confused.
"I'll make sure I'm not dreaming again."
Chi Hongfei was no longer polite, and he reached out to Feng Ge's arm with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan.
A shrill scream rang out from the jade platform
"Are you trying to strangle me to death with such force?" Feng Ge desperately rubbed his arms to try to catch his breath.
"Yes, Young Master, you won. Young Master is the first. I have already said that Young Master is the strongest." Lan Bei cheered excitedly.
Feng Ge also shouted regretfully: "If I had known, I would have bought more."
The rest of the people also regretted extremely. They bought Mo Wen to win in the bet of this game, but it was just a symbolic meaning. In their hearts, they did not think that Mo Wen would win the final victory. Now they regret it to death, because Mo Wen
The odds of winning are one to one hundred.
Lan also had a charming smile on her face. She didn't gamble much this time, and only bought 5,000 yuan of third-level spiritual stone Mo Wenying. She originally wanted to buy tens of thousands of yuan, but people learned from past mistakes and refused to give up.
The maximum bet limit was set at five thousand third-level spiritual stones, but if five thousand third-level spiritual stones were multiplied a hundred times, it would become five hundred thousand. This kind of money-making speed would make people laugh while sleeping.
Liu Zhendu was also smiling. He also made a big bet on this game. He had 500 third-level spiritual stones, making a net profit of 50,000 yuan. This was his private money, not public funds.
The four Lan Bei girls also had their own gains. As long as these four Rakshasa girls involved Mo Wen in gambling, they would use all their belongings to beat Mo Wen Sheng. After a few games, their belongings of several thousand spiritual stones suddenly turned into
Tens of millions of yuan, converted into third-level spiritual stones, it is thousands of yuan. Lan Bei, who has more private money, even broke the wealth of 10,000 third-level spiritual stones.
Although Feng Ge and others didn't place much bets, if they doubled it a hundred times, it would be enough for them to have fun.
Of course, those young talents who indulge in gambling are miserable. Let alone making money, it would be good if they lose all their money without accompanying them.
Half a million pieces of third-level spiritual stones, even an ordinary fourth-level sword sect cannot afford so much.
Ye Zhiqiu was defeated. His defeat was beyond everyone's expectations, and beyond his own expectations.
"I refuse to accept that this is a sneak attack. I demand a direct confrontation."
Under the huge blow, Ye Zhiqiu could no longer put on the mask on his face, and his handsome face was a little distorted. He felt aggrieved in his heart. No one could have imagined that a spiritual sword master in the Sword Yuan realm could have the ability to teleport.
He was unprepared and the opponent took the opportunity to break through the defensive void behind him. At that time, his attention was on the front. Even if the sword force of the third sword was brewing, he was confident that he could take any counterattack from Mo Wen frontally, but like this
As a result, the defense behind it is ignored
Mo Wen looked at Ye Zhiqiu who was shouting hoarsely. This scene reminded him of the equally dazzling Ziyu from Ziyun Jiange. Both of them were known as the firsts of the younger generation in their respective regions. They were equally dazzling and dazzling, but
Their hearts are extremely weak, and their over-inflated vanity and self-confidence produce inferiority. This inferiority makes them tear the seemingly hard shell into pieces when they encounter real setbacks, exposing their weak hearts. This may be
Common problems shared by disciples of famous sects
There was a hint of disappointment on Venerable Feng's face, and the other Venerables couldn't help but shake their heads slightly. This is a weakness shared by all upper-level Spirit Island disciples. The more noble the status, the more serious the disease. Once you surrender, you will truly transform into a dragon. But if
If you can't overcome it, I'm afraid you will lose everyone. The heart of the sword is damaged and it is impossible to overcome the inner demons during the tribulation. I hope this proud man of Kunlun Island can finally overcome it.
"Ye Zhiqiu, don't mess around. If you lose, you lose. If you can't even understand this, you will never be able to get into the Sword Embryo Realm for the rest of your life."
The one who spoke was the chief referee Mu Peiyun who had been silent since the start of the game.
There was a majesty in the voice that shook the heart, like a basin of cold water, dousing Ye Zhiqiu's chaotic and out-of-control heart.
Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, and finally let out an angry scream, turning into a sword light and shooting out of the arena.
"The game continues," Feng Zunzhe said loudly.
So far in the competition, the first, second, and third places have been determined. They are Mo Wen, Ye Zhiqiu, and Ao Zhan. As for the subsequent rankings, strong players from all sides will continue to compete for them.
Mo Wen did not continue to watch the rest of the game. The battle with Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be no big problem, but he knew that he was in trouble. Even his sword body, which was comparable to a third-order spiritual sword, could not bear the collision of that kind of strength.
The clone was greatly shocked and almost collapsed, and the sword body was also covered with hidden injuries. It can be said that its current strength is very weak, and these injuries cannot be solved by a few healing pills. They need to be healed with concentration.
It had been six days since he came out of seclusion, and the top 45 candidates had already been decided. The competition for the following rankings was still fierce. It is estimated that in three or four days, all the top 100 rankings will be determined.
Liu Zhendu competed for the 19th place. This ranking is not too outstanding, and it is by no means low. Although it is a bit dazzling for a disciple from the fourth-level spiritual island who is ranked after the top ten to achieve such results, it is also
It's not that it's unacceptable, at least those high-ranking Spirit Island Sword Sects won't think of killing them.
As soon as Mo Wen came out of seclusion, invitations from all parties began to pour in. Almost 90% of the spiritual island disciples sent invitations to Mo Wen, including the two sixth-level spiritual islands of Kunlun Island and Fangzhang. However, Conlun Island’s
The signature was Nian Yaoguang, and all the fifth-level spiritual islands except Tianyu Island Bai Yulong also sent invitations. Hundreds of exquisite invitations were piled up in the corner of the side hall like garbage.
"Whose banquet are you planning to attend?" Liu Zhendu asked.
"What suggestions do you have?" Mo Wen asked back.
Liu Zhendu pondered for a moment: "My opinion is that you won't go to anyone's banquet for the time being and continue to pretend to be sick until the end of the Sword Club. It's only a few days anyway. It's not difficult to delay it. The advantage of this is that you can't go to anyone else's banquet."
Don't offend, let them have the idea of winning over you, and don't dare to offend you easily. However, this method cannot last long, it can only be delayed for a while. When their patience is exhausted, you may not be able to gain a foothold overseas."
"It's enough for the moment." Mo Wen's eyes flashed. He would not stay overseas for long. After the sword meeting, he would solve the longevity problem of the Rakshasa girls and then he would start returning to the mainland. Information about the ancient teleportation sword array connecting the inland
, I have asked Liu Zhendu to check, and Feng Ge and others are also from the fourth-level sword sect, so there should be some information about the ancient teleportation sword formation.
Mo Wen stayed behind closed doors for the next few days, claiming to be ill and recuperating, until all the top 100 were selected, and the Qianlong Island Sword Club, which had been going on for three months, finally came to a successful conclusion.
After three days of rest, all the contestants gathered again on Shenglong Lake in the center of the island. Nearly a thousand pairs of eyes showed eager anticipation, because today is the day to receive the prizes from the caries competition.
In order to encourage the younger generation of overseas spirit swordsmen, the Qianlong Island Sword Club provides extremely generous rewards to the Qianlong Island Sword Club. Basically, as long as you participate, you will be rewarded, even if you are eliminated in the first round of the competition.
Monthly consolation prize available
"All contestants who have reached the third round, come forward." Mu Peiyun stood on the referee's platform, looking down at nearly a thousand contestants.
Following his words, more than hundreds of contestants flew out of the jade platform with a nervous expression and gathered in the space in front of the referee's stand.
"This is your reward, one Yuan-Quenching Pill for each of you."
Mu Peiyun waved his sleeves, and a gap opened in the space. Then hundreds of powerful elixirs shot out of the sky like meteors, landing accurately in front of every contestant who came to receive the award.
"Contestants who have reached the sixth round come forward," Mu Peiyun continued.
Then hundreds more contestants walked out
"Each person will be rewarded with three Yuan-Quenching Pills." Mu Peiyun continued to wave his hand, spitting out hundreds of spiritual pills from the torn space cracks.
"Contestants who have reached the ninth round come forward."
"A bottle of Yuan Yuan Dan per person"
Bottles of black jade bottles flew out and fell into the hands of every contestant who came to receive the prize.
At this point, Mu Peiyun paused, glanced at the contestants below, and slowly said: "The first hundred disciples of this sword competition come forward."
Hundreds of sword lights flashed through the void, and a hundred young geniuses gathered in front of the referee's table, including Mo Wen and Liu Zhendu
"You are the most outstanding generation of disciples in this sword association, and you are also the hope of the future of the sword domain. The sword pavilion rewards each of you with a bottle of Yuan Yuan Dan and a bottle of Yuan Yuan Dan."
Hundreds of bottles of elixir came out of thin air and were fired at the top 100 young geniuses present.
Mo Wen grabbed the two jade bottles flying toward him. One was black and the other was silver. They were made of third-level jade. Judging from the size of the jade bottles, each bottle should contain ten
Elixir
"The first fifty stay, and the rest of the disciples retreat."
Mu Peiyun's voice came again
Then fifty young geniuses left the team and returned to their respective jade platforms, leaving behind the top fifty winners.
"In view of your excellent performance, in addition to the Yuan Yuan Dan and Fusion Yuan Dan, Jiange will reward each of you with a bottle of God Quenching Dan."
With a flick of his sleeves, dozens of golden jade bottles burst out of the air and fell into the hands of the fifty genius spirit sword masters present.
"The first twenty will stay, and the rest of the disciples will leave."
There are twenty people left in the field
"The twenty of you are all the elite among the elite of this generation of disciples, the young talents who are most likely to touch that threshold. In order to let you first understand some of the characteristics of that level, Jiange will reward each of you with one.
The origin of the ancestral vein is pure, how much you can comprehend from it depends on your destiny."
Mu Peiyun waved his hand, and twenty gray stone boxes escaped from the cracks and fell into the hands of Mo Wen and others.
Mo Wen took the stone box, with a flash of surprise on his face, because his sword sense could not penetrate the material of the stone box. Before he could continue to study, Mu Peiyun's voice sounded again.
"The top ten will stay and everyone will leave."
Liu Zhendu patted Mo Wen's shoulder and flew away quickly. Only Mo Wen and the other ten top ten winners were left in the field.
Mo Wen finally had the opportunity to meet the other seven people in the top ten besides him and Ye Zhiqiu Aozhan.
Li Qingyu, Nian Yaoguang, and Qian Yuxin were naturally among them, followed by Huangfu Yu, Nangong Yitian, and Dongfang Qingrou. What was surprising was that the last one turned out to be Xiyang Jiuyao Island. It seemed that Liu Zhendu was defeated by him.
It’s not too bad in hand
"The top three take a step forward" Mu Peiyun's eyes are like mountains
Mo Wen, Ye Zhiqiu, Aozhan walked out of the queue
"This is your special reward, Diyuan Dan"
Three jade bottles with a purple halo suddenly flew out and fell into the hands of the three of them. Behind them, Li Qingyu and others moved slightly. In front of Diyuan Dan, even they, the true disciples of the upper spirit island, could not maintain their absolute composure.
calm
Seeing the three people collecting the jade bottle, Mu Peiyun glanced at the ten people again and said slowly: "You ten are the most outstanding disciples of the Sword Association in this world. The sword pavilion will allow each of you to enter the Qianlong Secret Pavilion once for enlightenment."
opportunity, remember, each of you only has one chance, so think carefully before choosing."
The eyes of Huangfu Yu and others lit up, and there was clearly a look of desire in their eyes.
Mu Peiyun did not have the habit of procrastinating, and always acted concisely and clearly. When he turned his hand, a purple-gold sword command appeared in his palm, and then struck into the void.
Then this ordinary sword suddenly released a bright purple-gold light. The bright light was like a pillar standing between the sky and the earth. The top was connected to the sky, and the bottom was submerged in the center of the lake. The purple-gold light pillar slowly expanded,
As if a portal to a certain space had been opened, a simple and majestic huge palace slowly emerged from the light pillar.
When its majestic body squeezed out of the void, its majestic momentum weighed heavily on the hearts of every young spirit sword master.
This is a purple-gold palace. The door of the palace alone is a hundred feet high. On the huge plaque above the palace door, four huge ancient characters "Qianlong Secret Pavilion" are engraved in silver with a stylus.
Every stroke is like a sharp sword, piercing the heart and soul
boom
The huge door slowly opened a gap, and an indescribable air of oppression came out from the gap, making everyone feel terrified.
"Go in!" Mu Peiyun shouted in a low voice.
Mo Wen and the others didn't hesitate any longer, and they all used their swords to shoot towards the Zijin Palace.
Although the door of the palace is only open through a crack, its huge proportions are enough for ten people to enter side by side, and it is not too crowded.
Mo Wen quickly entered the gate and was shocked by the sight in front of him.
This is an extremely vast space. The dome is a thousand feet high, and the length and width are unknown for many kilometers. The fog rolling in the distance blocks the view. In this space, stone statues with a height of a hundred feet stand in rows and rows.
A row, like a dense cluster of stars, I don’t know how many there are
These stone figures have different appearances and shapes. They look like gods and are lifelike. They actually have an oppressive aura that is like real people. They are no worse than the strong ones in the Sword Embryo Realm.
"Is this the kendo relief left by our ancestors?"
Mo Wen had already heard Liu Zhen read about some things about the "Qianlong Secret Pavilion", so although he was shocked, he was not too surprised. The stone statues here were carved with secret methods, and the model reference was the strong man who had achieved the Sword Embryo Realm in the past.
, these ancestors imprinted their kendo into these statues, waiting for future generations to inherit them, and each strong man can only leave one of these kendo reliefs in his life, which is a non-renewable resource. Use one less one, unless
There is a strong man from Jin's Sword Embryo Realm left here, so he is more precious than the Sword Realm Secret Realm on Qianlong Island.
Although there are many kendo reliefs here, many of them have obviously been used, because quite a few of them have lost their soul, leaving only empty shells.
Xiyang and others did not delay at all. As soon as they entered the place, they began to look for stone statues that were similar to their own swordsmanship. Ten people walking among these huge statues were too small. Within a moment, everyone was submerged in the shadows.
In the thick fog rolling in the distance, Mo Wen himself was the only one left wandering among the stone figures.
Mo Wen looked at each statue, feeling the aura on it, and at the same time thinking about which sword technique he should choose.
Calculating carefully, he has a total of nine kinds of swordsmanship. I will not mention the five elements swordsmanship for now. The remaining four swordsmanship include Hunyuan swordsmanship, killing swordsmanship, thunder swordsmanship, and the life force that he has long since put down.
Known as the Kendo of Life
Among them, Hunyuan Sword Technique is the fusion and mutation of his five-element practice. It seems that there is no such sword technique in the world. Not everyone can break the five-element barrier. It is impossible for the relief here to have this kind of sword technique, so it can be ignored.
The Life Sword Way came from his cultivation of Life Yuan Power. It is a bit far-fetched to say that it is a Sword Way. He has never considered practicing it as a kind of Sword Way. The current Life Yuan Power is only equivalent to the early stage of Sword Yuan, except for its life characteristics.
Except for this, other powers are not satisfactory and can be ruled out.
The Thunder Sword Technique is extremely powerful and can be said to be the most destructive sword technique. However, his Thunder Sword Technique has now moved closer to the direction of the Tribulation Thunder. Is there any better way than to escape from the Heavenly Tribulation? Therefore,
can also be excluded
In the end, only the Sword of Killing is left. The Sword of Killing has been stuck at the peak of the late Sword Origin for a long time. This bottleneck is not easy to break through. Maybe this is an opportunity.
Thinking of this, Mo Wen had already made a decision, and his mind stretched out to the surroundings, feeling the obviously different atmospheres in the space, with various unique characteristics.
Soon, he caught a breath of blood, and then quickly followed the direction of the breath.
Half an hour later, a stone statue appeared in front of him
This was a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance and a sword-like gaze. Even though it was a stone statue without flesh and blood, Mo Wen felt the sharp murderous aura that oppressed people's hearts. Yes, what was left in this stone statue was exactly
The killing swordsmanship is better than Mo Wen's killing swordsmanship and the pure murderous intention makes Mo Wen unable to escape, as if there is a cold sword cutting his skin.
Mo Wen took a deep breath, sat cross-legged under the statue, and then released the killing spirit and flew towards the stone statue.
Before he even touched the statue, Mo Wen felt as if his soul was being cut. The intense murderous intention actually affected his soul.
Gritting his teeth, Mo Wen controlled the killing spirit and approached the statue step by step, and finally slammed into it.
Then Mo Wen felt his eyes go dark, and his soul seemed to be pulled into a meat grinder. The violent killing intent was like a sharp sword, strangling his soul over and over again, and the violent pain directly acted on the soul.
, if his will had not been baptized by the residual spirit, he would probably collapse directly and get lost in this murderous intention.
But Mo Wen gritted his teeth and persisted. He tried hard to maintain a clear mind and observed the past in the space where he was now.
Here is a dark space, surrounded by darkness, with a faint blood glow. Suddenly a blood moon appeared in the black screen, and then became bigger and bigger. Soon, Mo Wen saw a person inside the blood moon.
This person's appearance is exactly the same as that of the stone statue, and the one in front of me is more real and more agile.
"Watch out, boy, this sword is called 'kill'"
A loud voice sounded in Mo Wen's mind, and then the figure in the blood moon raised his arm - slashing down.
Mo Wen felt that his soul was torn apart in an instant, and the terrible murderous intention surged into the depths of his soul like water. The severe pain directly made his mind go into a trance.
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Chapter 424 of The Legend of Sword: Qianlong Secret Pavilion