In the sword mound in the back mountain, Zi Chujian received the whistling sound from the iron wind through the sword inspiration, and understood that this was a code to order himself to unsheath. It immediately responded, and the blade trembled slightly, and a clear sound came out of it. The sound it made was also very loud, piercing through the gap in the stone gate of the sword shrine and transmitting all the way back to the direction of the ring.

Tie Xuanfeng whistled again, Zi Chujian responded again, and after repeating it three times, both sides stopped speaking.

Three whistlings, meaning to inform Zi Chujian to leave the sword shrine and go to the ring!

Zi Chu Jian was inexplicably excited, and the trembling amplitude of the sword body increased sharply, and a dazzling white light emerged from the sword body, illuminating the entire black sword mound mountain.

The more than 100 swords around were also touched, trembling slightly, and had a strong resonance, as if they were sending off Zi Chu Sword, which was very magical.

The two masters guarding the stone gate of the sword mound waved their robes, and shot out several strands of internal force, and slammed on the stone gate, touching the mechanism of the stone gate.

The stone door opened with a bang, and the gap changed from small to large, revealing the stone steps inside the sword mound, and many cold white lights overflowed from it.

Zichu's sword broke free from the crack in the stone with a "swish", and rose from the ground, revealing all the sword body. The further down its blade became, the sharper it became, with edges as thin as cicada's wings. Zi Chujian circled three times in mid-air, drew three white lights, as if saying goodbye to many of his kind, and then flew out of the cave in a sassy manner.

Zi Chujian's flight speed was extremely fast, and it didn't take long for him to fly all the way from the back mountain to the top of the ring, and under the gaze of many people in the martial arts, he made a head. Flaunted his own strong internal force. Diverted and flew up to the sky. It reaches into the sky. It has been disappearing from people's sight, and finally only a small white dot is faintly visible.

When the spectators in the three stands saw this, they were all amazed and felt eye-opening.

A sword can come out of its shell, come and go on its own, and fly so fast, so fast, if it were used to kill. It is definitely a sharp weapon for killing, even if it can't take people's heads thousands of miles away, it's still no problem to kill people in the air within a dozen zhang.

"Good sword! Good sword! On the east side of the stand, a white-bearded old man who was as short as a dwarf clapped his hands in admiration, and for a moment he was emotional, bounced up from his seat, flipped in mid-air, and then fell back to his seat, "This sword has abundant internal strength, and it has the power to pierce the clouds and shoot the sun." It can really be said that he left his hand to break the sky sword, and went straight to the sun and moon to cut the clouds! ”

The seats in the east stand were all distinguished guests invited by Sword Forge Villa. Every character is taken out alone, and they are all celebrities on the rivers and lakes, among which the martial artists of the seventh and eighth heavens abound, and the martial artists of the eighth and ninth heavens are not uncommon.

The short old man who cheered was even more of the tallest of the tall, and the strongest of the strong. He was short in stature, with a body like electricity, nicknamed "Three-Foot Shadowless Suo", and was one of the four Suo in the south. These four old men are all masters outside the world, they like to play games in the world on weekdays, and they rarely ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

Among the many VIPs, these four were considered the best of the best, and they were placed at the top of the East Stand, away from the others.

"With this level of internal force, this sword can already be regarded as a top-grade sword, why do you claim to be a top-grade sword and falsely report a grade?" Another of the four southern bosses asked, "Shocking at a glance," he asked. He was blind in his left eye, covered by an embroidered blindfold, revealing only another golden eyeball. This only remaining eyeball is bright and bright, like a bright light, so it has won such a praise as a shocking sight.

"The best sword not only depends on the internal force, but also on the quality of other aspects, the iron village owner told me once two days ago, this first sword is a little less fire than the best sword, so it is not the best sword. If you miss the slightest mistake, the level of the sword is the same as martial arts, even if it lacks a little heat, it will not work. Another old man, "Purple-faced Lei Guangsuo", interjected and replied. Because of the exercises, this person's body was affected, and his face turned purple eggplant, which looked quite weird.

"Oh, I see, it must be missing that 'thing', so it's not the best sword." At a glance, he suddenly understood, and nodded, many top-grade swords in this world are missing that little bit of heat, that little thing, resulting in no chance to become the best sword.

"Even the high-grade sword is very valuable, and it is not in vain that the four of us bad old men have traveled thousands of miles to get here. I don't know which junior is blessed to be able to carry such a good sword home. If a junior can get this sword, he must be even happier than marrying a daughter-in-law. Sitting on the very edge, Yun You Sifang said with a smile, among the four old men, he likes to go around the most to join in the fun, and this time the four of them gathered here, most of them rely on him to help the trouble.

As the Southern Sisu spoke, Zichu's sword had fallen from the sky, drew a straight line, and inserted it into the Panlong Stone Tower accurately, the sword body was half submerged, and the rest of the sword trembled. It pulled out a white light in midair, and the white light slowly dissipated into nothingness.

"It's really a good sword!"

"It turns out that this is Zichu Sword!"

"Zi Chu Jian is unveiled, Zi Chu Jian is unveiled!"

The stands reported a warm sound, and everyone left their seats one after another, clapping their hands.

Sword Casting Villa earned enough face, and at the same time made a full house for this ring cybergame, and after the applause gradually subsided, Tie Xuanfeng stood up again, said something about the scene, and then called the sword slave, the casting master of the first sword. The sword slave also said a few words, and then a group of servants walked into the ring with firecrackers and set off a fire on the ring. A large number of firecrackers crackled and crackled, shaking the surrounding stands slightly, and in this festive way, the sword ceremony was concluded.

The Zichu Sword was left on top of the Panlong Stone Tower, waiting for the future owner to take it away. Several masters in the villa, including the sword slave, stayed around Zichujian in order to protect the safety of Zichujian and prevent gangsters from stealing and seizing it.

Everyone looked at Zi Chujian from afar, and even if the ceremony was over, they refused to leave. I can't wait for the ring to start now. Let the fighters have a good fight. Many people told Tie Xuanfeng about this idea. But Tie Xuanfeng just smiled in return, and refused to easily change the day he had set before.

Everyone had no choice but to continue to wait dryly.

Compared with this group of spectators who have little to do with it, those who fight are even more anxious. After they left the ring, they returned to the col, and most of them chose to stay closed, either sharpening their guns in the courtyard or meditating on their opponents' flaws.

Zhao Zheng belongs to the latter group. When he returned to his temporary lodgings, he shut himself up in the house, spread out a blank sheet of paper on the table, and took a pen and dotted on it.

Black dots the size of rice grains fall on the white paper, which looks disorganized, but in fact it implies mystery.

These little black dots are actually a sword formation!

Tomorrow Zhao Zheng is going to fight Tie Xuanfeng's grandson Tie Yinhua, Tie Yinhua has obtained the true inheritance of his grandfather, and he is good at using his sword to set up a formation, although the sword array is not as good as Tie Xuanfeng or a sword slave, but it is also quite powerful. If you don't know the depth, you are likely to suffer a big loss in the sword formation.

In this life. Zhao Zheng participated in the Zichu Sword Competition for the first time, but in the previous life, he participated in the Zichu Sword Competition more than ten times, and he had already recorded the whole process, and he also knew the skills of the fighters in detail.

The sword array that Honeysuckle is good at using is called the "Plum Blossom Sword Array", this sword array is very simple, far inferior to the desperate sword array laid by the sword slave before, and compared with the Galaxy Sword Formation that guards the sword mound, it is even worse by several levels. This sword formation is changed from the well-known plum blossom pile, and when the formation is placed, multiple swords are inserted into the ground, forming a complex geographical environment.

Others are in the midst of a group of swords, and if one is not careful, they may be injured by the swords around them. In addition, there is a set of swordsmanship specially designed to match this sword formation, which can be used to coerce and lure the enemy to the sword on the ground to achieve the purpose of hurting people.

There are only two ways to break the plum blossom sword formation and avoid being injured by the sword on the ground, either defeat the setter before the sword formation is formed, or memorize the position of all the swords to avoid being scratched by the sword.

In addition, all formations have a weakness called the eye of the formation, and the plum blossom sword formation is naturally no exception, if it can occupy the eye of the formation to fight, it can also greatly weaken the power of the sword array.

Zhao Zhengquan remembered the arrangement of the plum blossom sword array, and the position of the array was also very clear, he drew the entire sword array on the paper, took it in his hand and looked at it, compared it with the sword array in his memory, and after confirming that it was correct, he nodded. He stared at the black dots on the white paper, his mind seemed to sink headlong into the battle with honeysuckle, fantasizing about how he should dodge and retreat, how to seize the position, and be confident.

For tomorrow's battle, he is already ninety percent sure, it seems that Lu Youfa and Qian Wanjin will have to give him red envelopes, one will give 90,000 taels of silver, and the other will give 100,000 taels of silver, but it is quite rich.

He doesn't think much about money, and the little money in his pocket is enough for him to squander, but no one will dislike money biting, of course, the more the merrier. If he dislikes having too much money, he can spend money to buy some things he needs, such as pills, armor, etc., in exchange for some more practical help.

After memorizing the formation diagram, Zhao Zheng tore up the white paper, threw it into the trash, and then began to meditate and rest, recuperating for tomorrow's battle.

Time passes, and the next day dawns!

In the expectation of everyone, the day of the ring was finally ushered in. As soon as the east turned white, Steward Zhu called everyone up and led the crowd to the ring. In fact, this group of people had already gotten up, and they didn't need to be called by others at all, but Tie Niu, a stupid big man, slept like a dead pig and got up when he heard a knock on the door like a drum.

The fighters were all opponents of each other, and the relationship was not harmonious, so they went their separate ways one by one, and followed Steward Zhu to the ring.

Zhao Zheng was confident and seemed more relaxed than others, he wanted to talk to Jiang Ming on the road, but when he saw Jiang Ming's face sinking like water and his skin was tight, he dispelled this thought.

Jiang Ming is too unlucky, the opponent in his turn is Ling Feng Gongzi? Bai Feiyu can be said to be defeated, and his mood must be very heavy now.

Steward Zhu led the fighters to the ring, but instead of going directly to the stage, he was brought to the East Stand, where there was a row of seats specially provided for the fighters. This row of seats was deliberately stretched a little farther away, and no one was next to anyone. On the back of the seat, the name tag of the beater has been affixed, and everyone can sit according to their name.

The other fighters had no objection to the seating order, and each sat in their own seats, except for the stupid man Tie Niu. It's not good to dislike your seat. Running to follow the little butterfly? Change seats with peace of mind. In exchange for it, of course, there is only a scolding and white eyes.

The rest of the stands were also full, and the people were a little more crowded than yesterday, and it was a bit noisy. After everyone saw the beaters arrive, their interest suddenly increased, and they pointed at the beaters and talked about it.

"Look, it's Zheng Wou-Ki who is dressed in white over there, and I heard that his opponent today is not other fighters. It's the sword slave senior! He dared to challenge a martial artist who was a day taller than him at a young age, and he was really full of courage. ”

"In my opinion, the ultimate winner of this fight must be Zheng Wou-ki, and it can't be someone else."

"Not really, Kong Yunjie's strength and fame are not smaller than Zheng Wuji, and it is not yet known who the Zichu Sword will end up with."

The people in the stands said everything, and the voices were so loud that even if you improve your hearing, you can't hear it clearly, because it's too noisy.

Zhao Zheng vaguely heard people's discussions. Many people are discussing the simple question of who will win, and these people are almost all optimistic about Zheng Wouji, Kong Yunjie, and Xiao Jiuge. Not much interest in other fighters.

If Zhao Zheng can win and overcome obstacles all the way and defeat his opponent in a row, he will definitely become the dark horse of this ring match, which is unexpected!

At that time, people are no longer talking about Zheng Wou-Ki and others, but Zhao Zheng, a little-known kid.

Thinking about this kind of thing, Zhao Zheng has a little more expectation in his heart, if his reputation becomes bigger, let his sister in Qibao County hear it, and his sister will definitely be happy for him.

The sun rises in the east and illuminates the land of the Great Yan Country. When it was the auspicious day to invite someone to calculate, Tie Xuanfeng strode into the ring and came forward to be the abbot of the ring match. He changed into a new dress today, with a little red in the fabric, and he was solemn and joyful. With a smile on his old face, he looked much happier than usual.

When the sword slave initially proposed to hold a ring match, Tie Xuanfeng did not approve of this matter because of various interests, but today when he saw that the guests were full and friends from all walks of life came to cheer, his face still smiled. Sword Casting Villa was founded by him, and he was naturally happy to be able to achieve today's status in the rivers and lakes.

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to witness this battle. On behalf of the entire villa, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all of you, without your friends from the north and south of the sea these days, it would have been impossible for the Sword Casting Villa to achieve its achievements today. Today is the day of the Zichu Sword Competition, and this high-grade sword, which was forged by my younger brother Sword Slave himself, must choose the best master among the many rising stars. As the so-called sword is worthy of heroes, only young heroes can be worthy of the sword of Zichujian. You have come all the way here to catch a glimpse of the style of Zi Chu Sword and the competition of many fighters. Zichu Sword, you have already seen it, and it is placed there, motionless. It's time to hold a ring match next, because the people involved in the fight this time are all juniors, and their own strength is limited, if there is anything that is not good, I hope you will bear with me. Presumably someone is already in a hurry, so I won't say much, I announce the official start of this ring match as the owner! Tie Xuanfeng shouted loudly, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the sound spread to the mountains, echoing endlessly.

Everyone really couldn't wait, and when they heard that the ring was officially held, they responded with thunderous applause and warm applause.

The applause stopped, and Steward Zhu took the first pair of fighters off the stage, as the so-called first three games were not good, the Sword Casting Villa deliberately selected a pair of fighters who were neither strong nor too weak to cushion the field, these two people were fast swords? Xin Ling and the Little Sword Demon? Moyunzi.

The pair of fighters didn't know each other, and they didn't have much contact, and no one paid attention to anyone when they took the stage, and when they jumped to the ring one foot high, they hugged their fists and said hello.

The spectators saw that the two of them were tall and tall, as light as swallows, and they obviously had real kung fu under their hands, so they all opened their eyes and cheered up.

Zhao Zheng was also very concerned about Mo Yunzi's body, and looked at the ring intently.

Tie Xuanfeng held a small red flag in his hand, raised it above his head, and waved it vigorously at the middle of the field, announcing the start of the competition. As soon as the words fell, he retreated, jumped out of the ring, flew back to the east stand, and accompanied the southern Sisu to watch the two juniors on the field.

The contest pays attention to not giving in on the spot, raising hands mercilessly, as soon as he saw the small flag falling, Xin Ling immediately drew a move to change the style, showing the Taishan faction's famous swordsmanship "Cangsong Swordsmanship" of the starting style "Sui Han Pine Cypress". I saw him raise one hand above his head, hold the sword and point diagonally downward, and pinch the finger with the other hand, stretching it straight forward, with one leg high and one leg low, standing firmly on the ground. A chilly sword aura floated out from the sword's body, blowing his neckline and the corners of his clothes into a hunting motion.

Looking at Yunzi, he didn't rush to pull out the stance, but squinted his only remaining right eye, his eyes showed a fierce light, and slowly pulled out the cold front sword. The blade of the sword rustled against the scabbard, sounding like a poisonous snake spitting letters. He practiced the ancestral swordsmanship, which focused on calculating the enemy's moves and styles, looking for flaws in them to attack, so he was not in a hurry to shoot, but liked to come first.

Seeing that Mo Yunzi's bearing was so calm, Xin Ling's brows furrowed slightly, and he shouted a word of invitation, and raised his sword to attack first. His nickname is the fast sword, and his shot is naturally as fast as lightning, and the pursuit is only fast and unbreakable. In just the blink of an eye, he killed in front of Mo Yunzi, and saw the sword in his hand stabbed out, this sword was fast and agile, and he made a virtual point of Mo Yunzi's face, but in fact, he went to take Mo Yunzi's choked throat! (To be continued......)