A figure rolled towards the ring like a whirlwind and landed steadily on it. This man was over fifty years old. He was holding a slender spiritual sword, and thick golden spiritual power was released from it. He was also an eighth grader.
Strong man!
"I, Ge Rufeng, the owner of Pegasus Ranch in Wanzhou, come to learn the swordsmanship from Liebao Master!"
The Lord of Lieyun Castle laughed loudly: "Master Ge, you are trained in the Golden Sword Art. You are restrained by my Fire Sword Art. How dare you come up and challenge me?"
Ge Rufeng smiled lightly: "Real gold is not afraid of fire. Lord Liebao can give it a try."
"Okay! Then let's see how I refine you!" The Lord of Lieyun Castle snorted coldly, and the burning sword energy surged all over his body, and a sword light that was more than ten feet long was slashed out!
Ge Rufeng did not show any weakness, and rushed forward with a sharp sword energy of the same size, and soon he was fighting with the main force of Lieyunbao.
Both of them were at the beginning of the eighth level. Ge Rufeng had a slight advantage, but there was no overwhelming advantage. For a while, they were evenly matched. However, the battle between the higher-level spirit sword masters was unlikely to last long.
At their level, every move has extremely terrifying destructive power, and a small mistake can determine the outcome.
In just a few dozen breaths, the Lord of Lieyun Castle was broken by Ge Rufeng's sword, leaving a wound on his arm. The Lord of Lieyun Castle was also happy and immediately gave in and stepped down.
Then another eighth-level powerhouse climbed onto the Heavenly Sword Platform. He was practicing the Water Sword Technique, and his cultivation level was much better than that of Ge Rufeng. The two fought against each other for ten moves before Ge Rufeng was knocked out of the Heavenly Sword Platform.
On the mountain, Mo Wen watched the duel on the Tianjian stage on the main peak indifferently. He said he was lying if he said he was not worried. The eldest uncle and the second uncle were both there. Will they participate? What if they get injured? Although the three families also participated in the Taihu Sword in the past
Yes, but he has no intention of competing for that seat. Even my father has a peak cultivation level of the eighth level, coupled with the top-grade spiritual sword Chixiao and the Burning Sky Sword Art, his combat power is comparable to that of an ordinary nine-level swordsman.
In the middle stage, he is fully capable of competing for the top ten spirit sword masters in the world. Just like last time at the Taihu Sword Club, his father just went up and picked a few eighth-level spirit sword masters, and then ended up on his own, so he only got the 17th place on the spiritual sword list.
Ranking. This time, he was very worried that the two uncles would not be able to resist a fight. Although the sword association clearly stated that no one could hurt anyone intentionally, but the spiritual sword had no eyes, no one could guarantee that he would not be injured.
As time went by, the sword association became more intense, and Mo Wen's worries became a reality. It was his uncle Mu Lei who came on stage. Now Mo Wen could clearly see his uncle's strength, the peak of the eighth level! In addition, the Mu family's secret sword skills
Although he can compete with ordinary spirit sword masters who have just advanced to the ninth level, they are still slightly inadequate.
As expected, after the uncle defeated several eighth-level spirit sword masters and finally narrowly defeated an early ninth-level spiritual sword master, he was defeated by another ninth-level early spiritual sword master due to lack of stamina.
Seeing his uncle fall off the sword stand, Mo Wen shook his hand fiercely and suppressed the urge to rush down immediately.
The appearance of the ninth-level spirit sword masters also represents the end of the sword association, which is also the most intense and exciting part. The battle between the ninth-level spiritual sword masters is more shocking than the eighth-level spirit sword masters. The sword energy that is tens of feet long crisscrosses the scene.
The entire Heavenly Sword Platform was shrouded below. Even thousands of feet away, they could feel the sharp and terrifying aura.
"Hey, I thought there would be a few dark horses in this sword competition, but I didn't expect that in the end it would be these few old people competing. It's boring." A spectator complained dissatisfiedly.
"It is rumored that Yue and Xiyun from the Famous Sword Ranking and the Blue Sword Ranking have the ability to aspire to be the number one spiritual swordsman. They haven't appeared yet. It seems that there is no chance. Hey, I came here just to see them. Listen.
It is said that both of them are extremely beautiful in the world, but it is a pity that we did not have the chance to see them."
"Gui Jian Wenmo, who is third on the double list, is not bad at all. If he comes, he may have a chance to compete."
"That person has disappeared for more than a year. I'm afraid it's unlikely that he will appear again."
As people around them were talking about it, Lin Yi and the other three glanced at Mo Wen subconsciously. Although they didn't quite believe that Ghost Sword Wenmo and their brother were the same person, there was always some expectation in their hearts. But Mo Wen didn't seem to hear it at all.
He concentrated on watching the fight on the sword platform.
On the Heavenly Sword Stage, the final battle is about to come to an end. The two people who are fighting are the first and second placers in the last Sword Club. Their cultivations are both at the ninth level, and they can steadily suppress all the strong men below. When this happens,
The two men came on stage, which also announced that the position of the number one spiritual sword master would be settled.
In the end, the second place in the previous competition was one move away from the opponent. The first place in the previous competition used the most powerful Jin Xing Sword Qi to break through the protective sword spirit, and was sadly defeated.
"Brother Yin is good at what he does, I'm willing to accept the defeat." Huang Hesong put away his sword and bowed with a wry smile.
Yin Tianhua laughed and said, "You don't have to be polite, I just want you to grow older. If you can live with me for a few more years, I'm afraid I won't be able to use my sword spirit to protect you."
Huang Hesong twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a forced smile. How could he not hear the arrogance and contempt in the other party's words? But the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. The other party now has the right to be proud, and he handed over his hand: "Now that I have lost, in the field
There is no one who can rival Brother Yin. The position of leader of the Demon Fighting Alliance belongs to Brother Yin. I would like to congratulate Brother Yin first."
Yin Tianhua smiled wildly. He had won the first place in the Sword Club before, but how could he be as good as he is now? Leader of the Demon-Destroying Alliance! No spirit sword master in the world dared to disobey the order. This was unthinkable in the past, but now it is true.
How can you not get excited or lose your composure when everything falls on you?
"Who else wants to fight with me?" Yin Tianhua proudly looked around the audience, the spiritual sword in his hand roared softly, and the billowing spiritual pressure radiated to the entire audience.
The entire audience was silent, no one dared to challenge, and many strong men looked at the high-spirited figure on the stage with complex expressions of reluctance and envy.
"Hey! If you know that there is such a thing as choosing the leader of the alliance, you have invited the ancestors out. How can this old Yin man get his turn?" A top aristocratic family leader sighed sadly.
Not only him, but which top family present does not have hidden strength? There are more or less one or two senior strong men who suppress the family background. Among the hidden families, there are many ninth-order peak strong men! Some people are so regretful that they almost hit the wall...
On the Royal Sword Viewing Pavilion, King Bai Lin of Zhongshan looked cautiously and said to a girl with a white gauze sitting at the bottom: "Fairy Yun, now that the winner of the Sword Club has been decided, when do you think the result will be announced?"
The young man sitting next to the girl in white gauze glanced at him lightly: "Wait a moment."
Bai Lin didn't know the specific identity of this young man, but he was with the girl in white gauze in front of him. It was not something he, the prince, could offend. Hearing this, he didn't dare to say anything more and sat down in his seat.
The white gauze girl's eyes that had been slightly closed suddenly opened, she raised her head and looked at the sword platform: "Here we come."
Yin Tianhua screamed several times, but no one dared to challenge him. A feeling of joy and excitement swept through his body, and his laughter couldn't help but become even wilder.
But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the sky: "Old man, stop laughing, you are making it look too ugly."
Yin Tianhua, who was in the midst of narcissism, almost choked to death. He felt a surge of anger rushing straight to his forehead, and the tightly closed heaven above his head seemed to loosen a little.
"Who? Where are you?" Yin Tianhua raised his head angrily and stared at the place where the sound came from, but there was nothing there, not even a bird.
Then, the voice came from behind again: "Old man, don't look, I am here."
Yin Tianhua's expression changed, and all anger disappeared. He stamped his feet fiercely, and shot his body like a sharp arrow more than ten feet away. Then he turned around and looked around. He saw a young swordsman of seventeen or eighteen years old who didn't know when he appeared.
On the stage, I was playing with a small flower, standing there leisurely.
Yin Tianhua felt a cold air rushing straight to his forehead, and his heart was completely replaced by fear. It was so weird! He had no idea when this young man appeared, and he didn't even notice it at all.
In fact, not only him, but all the powerful spirit sword masters around who were staring at the sword stage with wide eyes did not see how the young man got up, as if he suddenly appeared on the stage!
On the surrounding mountains, many spectators also burst into an uproar.
"Who is this person? How did he get up there? Why didn't I see him?"
"So young, he's a boy!"
"What a pity, it's not Yue and Xiyun."
Hu Shan screamed: "Brother, second brother! Why does this person look so familiar? Huh? Isn't this Wenmo?"
Hu Shan quickly took the "clairvoyance" out of his eyes and looked beside him, only to find that Mo Wen was still standing next to him, and immediately felt that his head was a little mushy.
It still appeared! Mo Wen sighed, tore off a piece of his clothes and covered his mouth and nose. Lin Yi and Yan Ming also closed their clairvoyance and looked at Mo Wen in surprise.
Mo Wen sighed: "I'll explain to you later. I'm afraid the island is going to be in chaos now, so you'd better leave first."
"Chaos on the island? Leave?" Lin Yi and Yan Ming looked at each other, thoughtful, but more confused. However, they decided to believe Mo Wen's words.
"We leave, what about you?" Lin Yi asked.
Mo Wen glanced at a sword-viewing pavilion on the main peak: "I still have some things to do, you don't have to worry."
Lin Yi and the other three didn't ask any more questions. When they saw Mo Wen from Taibin City, they realized that the two sides were not from the same world. Therefore, although they were worried, they did not insist on staying to help. Their strength could not help much.
"Okay, Brother Wen, take care. We will stay in Yunzhou temporarily. If you need our help in any way, come to Yunzhou City to find us."
Watching the three of them hurried down the mountain and towards the island, Mo Wen retracted his gaze and looked at the sword platform again.
"Who are you?" Yin Tianhua shouted sharply, using his voice to cover up the panic in his heart.
The young man chuckled: "Of course he is here to compete for the position of leader. Will you go down by yourself, or will I send you down?"
Yin Tianhua was very angry at the young man's arrogance. Although he was wary of the other party's mysterious appearance just now, considering the other party's age, even his power must have its limits. So he shouted angrily: "Junior is so arrogant! Today, I will teach you how to teach you how to do it on your behalf.