Chapter 1395: Competition in the Classical Era (2/2)
Once such unspoken rules are formed, the Longquan Conference is destined not to be as simple as a dull magic weapon expo, but to be once every five years. The entire cultivation world resolves contradictions and redistributes the pattern of interests in order to continue to maintain harmony in the next five years. Stable assembly.
And the newcomers of all sects will also take advantage of this great opportunity to jump out and show off their power, in an vain attempt to make a name for themselves, and rise up in World War I!
Fame, profit, power, and desire are all intertwined. This is the realm of comprehension, and this is the arena!
”Good sword!”
Hundreds of cultivators were surrounded by a sword test field in front.
In the center of the sword test field, there is a high swordsman of the Purple Extreme Sword Sect, sitting cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky, his eyes slightly closed, and his spirit is wrapped around a scarlet flying sword, flying swiftly in mid-air. , Leaving behind a trail of flames, not dissipating for a long time, and finally formed the four characters ”Purple Pole Sword Sect”, which immediately attracted bursts of exclamation.
”I'm Jiang Junai, a disciple of the Wind Blade League, and I'm an intermediate cultivation base during the foundation period!”
A young man with a tender face full of arrogance, wearing a light red flame armor, suddenly jumped up and ran up to the sword test stand. First, he glanced around proudly, and then he slackened and bowed to the high swordsman. , Said loudly, ”This ”Red Fire Cone Heart Sword” newly refined by your school is really extraordinary, but I don't know if it is equally sharp in actual combat? Jiang Mou courageously, want to try this sword!”
”it is good!”
”It's Jiang Junai, a new master of'Bashan Prefecture' in recent years!”
”I heard that he has rarely seen opponents among the younger generation in Bashan Prefecture!”
The monks all around cheered, faintly mixed with the surprised sounds of several female cultivators, Jiang Junai's face was bright, and the light in his eyes grew brighter.
The Lingxiao swordsman sitting cross-legged in the center of the sword test platform was expressionless, like a piece of rotten wood, but his eyelids were slightly opened, and he looked up and down Jiang Junai, and said coldly: ”The Taoist mana is pure and profound. , I really want to fight, and I must go all out underneath. This sword is newly made and has not been retracted freely. As the saying goes, the sword has no eyes. If it is wrongly handed for a while, it will be damaged. The Wind Blade Alliance and the noble relatives will blame it. Extreme Sword Sect, but can't afford it!”
”It's okay!”
Jiang Junai flushed, took out a jade medal from his waist and threw it over, ”I have a'life and death order' here, and the spirit patterns of my master and our leader have been branded on it. blame!”
The high swordsman copied Jiang Jun’ai’s life and death order, and took out a black mixed iron token from his arms and threw it away, ”This is the life and death order of the Purple Pole Sword Sect. Sovereign’s spiritual mark! If you are not as good as a human being and unfortunately be killed by a fellow Daoist, you will never be held accountable. Instead, you will be presented with this'Red Fire Cone Heart Sword'. Everyone is in full view, and every fellow Daoist is a testimony!”
”it is good!”
Jiang Junai copied the Lingxiao Swordsman's life and death order, without looking at it, stuffed it into his arms, laughed, and the long sword behind his back faintly made a tiger roar, ”Since the life and death order has been changed, then come -”
The word ”ba” has not yet been exported, and the swordsman in the sky on the opposite side, like dead wood, suddenly turned into a fire storm!
”call out!”
In an instant, it seemed like fireworks were bright, like a volcano erupting, and the red light enveloped the entire sword test field. When a flower was in front of many onlookers, two things made a ”chichi” sound and flew into the air.
One is the left arm of the High Swordsman.
Second, Jiang Junai’s head!
”Flap!”
The arm and the head landed one after another.
The high swordsman's left shoulder spurted blood violently, his face was pale, and his face was still indifferent.
There was neither heart-wrenching pain nor joy of victory, but silently picked up his broken arm, and rushed to the other side, still dancing, and the headless corpse violently convulsed and gave a slight salute:
”Concession!”
Afterwards, he stepped back step by step and returned to his rest area. Only then did the other doormen step forward to stop the bleeding and heal his injuries, and then the broken arm was continued.
Until this moment, the headless corpse fell to the ground with a ”patter”, and the blood rushing out of the cavity left a new mark on the sword test field that was originally covered with blood stains, as if a pair of deep and shallow. Shallow, a weird picture composed of hundreds of red colors.
Two middle-aged monks wearing the battle armor of the Wind Blade Alliance jumped onto the sword test field.
One of them had a pale face, difficulty breathing, and his hair instantly turned gray. He took a deep look at the Lingxiao Swordsman who was opposite, his lips trembled for a long time, and his throat hoarsely said: ”Sure enough, how valuable is this sword? How much is this sword worth? The Alliance bought it and offered three times the price to compensate the daoists for the pain of his broken arm!”
After that, one person holding his head and the other holding the headless corpse, leaving sadly in a dead silence.