In the disdainful eyes of many people, Zhanbai walked leisurely towards the most central ring, always with a smile on his face, and the wind was light, as if he was not rushing to the battlefield, but leisurely and leisurely. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Just now, well, not bad. My brother is very pleased. When he walked to the ring where Yan Xiu'er was, Zhan Bai suddenly stopped and praised in a low voice.

"Hmph." Yan Xiu'er didn't seem to appreciate it, snorted coldly, and turned her head away.

"Huh." Zhan Bai shook his head with a wry smile, stubborn boy.

"Be careful."

Yan Xiu'er's cold voice of reminder came from behind him.

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The most central ring has always been the only core disciples who are qualified to step on. For other disciples, this is a holy place, but also a symbol of status and honor.

Step, step......

Step by step, Zhan Bai walked into the ring so slowly, and finally stood on the edge.

Regarding the entanglement between the two, the high-level members of the sect sitting in the south seemed to have collectively changed their mute at this time, and no one stopped them, and they were left to their own devices. Of course, this in itself is also a tacit acquiescence in disguise.

The central ring has a name, called the Seal Sword Table, which is used to prove the meaning of kendo. It is shaped like a disc, but it occupies an extremely wide area, with a diameter of 100 zhang, and it is also the largest one in the six-sided ring.

At this time, the position where Zhanbai was standing was on the edge of the leftmost edge of the Yinjian Platform, while Yuan Bulao was in the center, and the two looked at each other from a distance. Almost at the moment when Zhanbai stepped into the ring, a strong battle intent radiated from Yuan Furao's body, enveloping the entire ring.

Eight Rank Taichu Realm, Yuan Burao's cultivation is a leader even if he looks at the core disciples, and the only one who can suppress it is Cheng Hong, who has reached the peak of the Nine Rank Taichu Realm, and he is also the second place in the sect competition two years ago, and the fourth in the five sect competitions. Because Lian Jian was promoted to deacon, he faintly became the chief of the disciples of the Lushan Sword Sect this time.

On the other hand, Zhanbai's cultivation at this time was not yet three grades, not to mention the core disciples, even among ordinary disciples, they were not high.

No matter how you look at it, this will be a competition without suspense.

"Zhao Mingchuan, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?" Now that he has completely torn his face, Yuan Bulao didn't even want to shout Senior Brother Sheng, and called Zhanbai's name.

"Two years, it doesn't seem to be a long time, Sage Yun, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, it seems that you are not a gentleman." Zhan Bai laughed teasingly.

"Sharp teeth, I hope to wait, when you are trampled under my feet, there is still such a hard mouth." Yuan Bu gritted his teeth angrily, especially Zhanbai's indifferent appearance, which completely ignited the resentment and anger he had accumulated for two years. At this moment, what is he relying on to be so arrogant, and what qualifications does he have to be so arrogant?

"Hehe, the eighth grade is too early to the second grade, Senior Brother Yuan is really majestic. Two years ago, in this ring, you and I were both Qipin Taichu, and ten moves beat you into a dog. A few months ago, I was too easy to take half a step, and you are only eight grades now. Seriously, if you replace me with you, even if you don't find a noodle to strangle yourself, you will shave a bald scoop, escape into the empty door, and never see anyone again. Zhan Bai pursed his lips, and with all the power of his poisonous tongue, Yuan Burao's whole body trembled, the tips of his hair stood up, and wisps of white smoke rose from his hair.

"Shut up......" Yuan Bulao roared.

"No, you bite me. Hey, bah, if you really want to bite, the first kiss that Lao Tzu has treasured for nearly 20 years will be gone, it's not proper, it's definitely inappropriate. Zhan Bai shook his head in exaggerated annoyance, and on the other side, Yuan Bulao finally couldn't restrain himself, and stabbed at a very fast speed with the long sword in his hand.

Falling Ying Sword, starting hand style "Wind Suddenly".

As one of the Zhenzong canons of the Lushan Sword Sect, Luoying Sword can be said to be the most popular canon among disciples, but all elite disciples and core disciples who are qualified to cultivate will put most of their energy into this canon. Luoying Sword is a high-grade yellow-level canon, with a total of five styles, namely "The Wind Rises", "Fangye is Sad", "Ten Thousand Flowers Fall", "Luoying is Colorful" and the last "Four Voids and Four Realities".

The wind suddenly rises as a starting hand, which is the condensation stage, which can mobilize the maximum amount of mystical power in the body in a short period of time, making the later moves more and more powerful.

It can be seen that this style does not actually have much damage, and it will inevitably change its tactics halfway.

Sure enough, when Yuan Bulao was only a foot away from Zhanbai, the sword light flashed, and thousands of flowers fell together.

Jian Weidao, like a storm of sword wind, blew Zhanbai's belt short, long hair danced wildly, clothes hunting, and his body seemed to be unable to bear the staggering back half a step, where he stood, half of his feet had come out of the ring.

"You...... Damn it. Yuan Bulao's expression was hideous, the huge gap in cultivation between the two made him confident, it was absolutely difficult for Zhanbai to retreat under this move, and if one was not good, he could even kill him directly.

The anger in his heart made Yuan Furao's mind no longer sober, and there was only one word lingering in his mind, that is, "kill". As for the precepts of the sect, they have long been thrown out of the clouds.

"Oh no, why is this kid so impulsive." An elder stood up from his chair in exclamation, his face became extremely ugly, and it was Yuan Bulao's master.

In fact, it was not only him, including Gongsun Zhan and Cao Zaichuan, all the high-level members of the sect had completely changed color at this time.

The reason why these people didn't stop the illegal fight between the two just now was actually more because they wanted to use Yuan Budao's hand to beat Zhanbai. Who let him cause too much trouble for the sect during this time. It's a pity that they never thought that Yuan Buyuo's mind would be so fragile, and he completely lost his mind when he was provoked by Zhanbai in just a few words, and he would put Zhanbai to death as soon as he made a move.

At this time, the stands are two hundred zhang away from the Yinjian Tower, and Rao is the realm of Gongsun Zhan Taishi, and it is beyond his power to stop it.

If Zhan Bai really has three longs and two shorts, it is foreseeable what consequences the Lushan Sword Sect will suffer, thinking of this, Cao Zaichuan and both began to tremble, and he couldn't stop praying in his heart, only hoping that the deacon closest to Yin Jiantai would be able to make a timely move, although this possibility is so small.

Yuan Budao's move was too sudden, and he originally had the intention of killing Zhanbai by surprise, let alone the deacon who was watching.

Until the sharp long sword had been handed to Zhan Bai, the deacon who was standing in the same ring as Yan Xiu'er didn't react, and was even stupid by this sudden change.

At this moment, almost everyone seemed to have foreseen the scene of the blood-stained ring.

"Sword intent is free." Zhan Bai, who was on the cusp of the knife, although his face was also a little shocked, his mouth still recited these four words in a very calm whisper.

Call!!!!

The cold sword wind completely crushed Zhanbai, shattering like green smoke until it disappeared.

Outside the ring, the original exclamations suddenly froze as if they had been edited.

Silence, dead silence, to be exact.

Zhanbai, who should have been minced, suddenly appeared a few feet behind Yuan Furao, gasping violently in shock. It can be clearly seen that the clothes behind him have been completely wet with cold sweat, and the handsome face is covered with a layer of sweat beads, which accumulate into a lot, flowing down the river and dripping from the chin.

Not only were the disciples shocked by this kind of change that was completely beyond their acceptance, but even the high-level members of the sect were all dumbfounded.

Transposition?

What kind of exercise is this, or is it a canon?

Rao is the highest-ranking Gongsun Zhan, who prides himself on being well-informed, and has never heard of such a strange and powerful art codex.

However, judging from Zhanbai's near-prostration state, it is by no means easy for him to use this ability now.

Zhan Bai did carry out the sword intent before him, at first against Yiyan, and later against Yin'er's sneak attack, but the former deliberately suppressed the cultivation, while the latter's cultivation was not high. But Yuan Bulao was different, his cultivation had reached the eight-rank primordial realm, and as soon as he came up, he exerted all his strength, and the cold sword wind even caused a certain degree of imprisonment to Zhanbai's body.

The way of the sword, there is a move first, then the way, and finally the intention. This shows the profundity of the sword intent.

In the previous life, the land enemy, under the favorable circumstances of the time, place and people, almost frantically pursued the way of the sword, and it took more than a hundred years to cultivate the sword intent, and passed this on to the current Zhanbai, so that he almost had an advantage that others could not compare with from the starting point.

But having sword intent doesn't mean it can be used. At this time, Zhanbai is more like a newborn baby, with legs that are strong enough to run wildly, but it is difficult to even stand upright.

The same is true of sword intent, Zhan Bai at this time knows how to urge sword intent, but it is still far from being able to use it, and the main reason is his cultivation.

Facing the threat of Yiyan and Yin'er before, he only needed to simulate a trace of sword intent to easily resolve it, but when the gap between the cultivation of the two sides was large enough, the degree of difficulty increased several times, and this was beyond the scope of Zhanbai's bearing.

Zhan Bai, who almost exhausted all his Xuan power, barely avoided Yuan Burao's killing blow, and he didn't have time to be happy at all, the development of the situation was already a little beyond his control. If before, Zhanbai was sixty percent sure that he would be able to defeat Yuan Burao, then now, there are less than two left.

Therefore, Zhanbai understands that he must not be so passive anymore, otherwise, even the 20% chance of winning will be lost.

Boom!

Zhan Bai pulled out the long sword at his waist.

The name of this sword is "Light Marks", and it is a Xuanling treasure, and the quality has reached the middle grade of the world.

As a weapon for cultivators, the Xuanling Treasure is very different from the ordinary weapons in terms of materials and forging, but it is also a Xuanling Treasure, and there is also a difference in quality, from low to high, it is a weapon, a worldly weapon, a famous weapon, a feather, a creation, etc., in addition to the weapon, the other qualities are divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

For example, the hemp man he met in Zhaoliangji in Hongwen Academy before, the iron pen he held was Ruoqi, the so-called Ruoqi was actually a waste product of the Xuanling Treasure, which had some characteristics beyond the characteristics of ordinary weapons, but did not meet the requirements of the real Xuanling Treasure.

Most of the ordinary disciples and even elite disciples of the Lushan Sword Sect used the long swords of this kind.

As for the worldly weapons, they can be regarded as real Xuanling treasures, such as the embroidery needle held by Yiyan, as well as the light marks in Zhanbai's hands.

The light marks in Zhanbai's hands have always been Zhao Mingchuan's portable sword, and this sword was not given by the Lushan Sword Sect, but from Jiedu Mansion. As the heir of the festival, it is not difficult to have a worldly weapon.

"Four falsehoods and four realities."