In Wushuang City, there are many young people with amazing martial arts talents.

In the next demonstration of combat skills, there were more than a dozen martial arts young geniuses who won the applause of everyone in unison, but no one was as dazzling as Zhan Wushuang.

Until a young man in ordinary clothes and indifferent eyebrows and eyes stepped on the martial arts arena.

The young man's name is Han Bing, as his name suggests, he has an aura like ice at a young age.

What he demonstrated was a set of swordsmanship, the sword intent was not strong enough, and only the three grades of the martial soul were two grades lower than those of Zhan Wushuang. But when his swordsmanship was fully displayed, the air around him seemed to freeze.

It was actually a cold ice sword intent, the same as Yan Qi.

I turned my head to look at Yan Qi and found that her eyes were also staring at Han Bing.

The swordsmanship demonstrated by the young man was seven points similar to Yan Qi's Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword, and the mystery in the sword seemed to be much deeper than Yan Qi's.

When the boy collected the sword shape, the scene was silent, and even the host did not score it.

"Han Yuxue, what do you mean by this? Who in Wushuang City doesn't know that Han Bing is your only son, and you let him participate in the competition, it's just for show! A middle-aged beautiful woman on the rostrum said coldly.

"Alas, Han had no such intention. Han Bing is unruly, and he holds a grudge against me because of his mother, so he will definitely not learn swords with me, and he really wants to find a famous teacher to guide him when he comes to participate in the competition. Sword Saint Han Yuxue said.

"Really?"

"If Murong Sword Saint is interested, even if he is under the door."

"Good. Wait and see how his fighting spirit and fighting spirit are, the tiger father has no dog, I hope I won't be disappointed. ”

Sword Saint Han Yuxue, Sword Saint Murong Zhiwei, the two great Sword Saints said and answered, and the examiners of other sword sects did not even have the qualifications to interject.

In Wushuang City, no one can compete with these two in terms of swordsmanship cultivation.

The two Sword Saints are both at the peak of the Martial Saints' combat power, and their words and deeds can affect half of the Wushuang City.

Han Bing naturally listened to the conversation between them, and only raised his eyes to look at Murong Sword Saint, without any fluctuations in his expression.

After Han Bing, many teenagers successively appeared on the stage of martial arts. With Zhan Wushuang and Han Bingzhuyu in front, these teenagers are much more paled in comparison. But despite this, those teenagers who showed second-class combat skills still caused a scramble on the rostrum.

Because what Wushuang City lacks most is talents, and all major martial arts schools need their own inheritance.

"The seventy-first player, Ye Zhiqiu debuted."

Finally, the host called my name, and I was fully dressed and walked into the martial arts arena with the Golden Snake Sword.

"Yes, I have good spirits, but I'm a little older."

"Yes, I missed the golden years of learning martial arts."

"Did you notice the sword in his hand? Zhai dipped in the sword of the mage, is he another Taoist disciple who has abandoned Taoism and learned martial arts? I don't know if it's the descendants of the Yuan family or the Li family. ”

"Let's not talk about the talent, just with the courage to abandon the Tao and learn martial arts, my Tibetan Sword Villa is willing to accept him as a disciple."

"Ten Thousand Swords Valley is also willing to accept him as a disciple."

……

I began to interpret the Six Yin Yang Sword, and as soon as I started to do it, I immediately felt that something was wrong.

The Golden Snake Sword used to coincide with my mind, and through it I was able to bring out the mystery of the Six Yin Yang Sword to the fullest.

However, after I destroyed Dogen, the sword seemed to have become stranger to me.

The sword intent in the body is surging, but the tip of the sword is only the light of rice grains.

The sword intent cannot be exerted, and the battle intent will naturally not be born with it. My sword moves seem to have lost their souls, and all that is left is a boring sword style.

Even because of the lack of fighting spirit, I couldn't even perform the next two moves of the Sky Sword Technique.

My heart grew cold, and when the eight swordsmanship was finished, not even a single cheer sounded.

It was too careless, I should have thought about it a few more times before the competition, but I suffered a lot of backlash from destroying the Dogen at the time, and it wasn't until I signed up for the competition that all the injuries recovered.

Now I don't know what the problem is, is it that the swordsmanship of the Liuren Yin Yang Sword is inconsistent with the martial arts, or is the Golden Snake Sword in my hand incompetent?

"Ye Zhiqiu, Ding and others."

The worst result of the round made me almost unable to look up in shame.

The children and grandchildren of the Li family had a very unhappy look on their faces, and the six Yin Yang Swords that they were proud of not only did not shine in the martial arts arena, but were lost face by me.

Yan Qi also looked confused, only the uncle looked relaxed, and there was even a little smile in his eyes.

Two hours later, the battle skill competition is over, and the next thing to compete is the battle spirit.

The assessment on the Battle Spirit Arena is presided over by the thirty-six Judgment Messengers of the Martial Temple, and the Judgment Envoys will reduce their cultivation to the same level according to their personal combat power level, and then face the contestants with the highest combat power level of their own level.

The stronger the contestants, the stronger the opponents, and the winners and losers are determined by the length of time they hold out in the matchup.

The performance of Zhan Wushuang and Han Bing in this round of competition was also very eye-catching, especially Han Bing, who completely gave up defense, and the strong and powerful cold ice sword intent almost pressed the ruling messenger to fight.

After less than five minutes of fighting, the ruling messenger directly conceded defeat. In the cultivation realm of the same martial soul three grades, the ruling envoy could not defeat Han Bing with all his means.

This time the audience was even more shocked.

On the rostrum, the Sword Saint Han Yuxue had a complicated expression, this was his son, and it stands to reason that he should be proud of it. However, the thought that his son was going to inherit someone else's swordsmanship made him not happy at all.

On the other hand, the other Sword Saint Murong Zhiwei, his eyes were burning, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker, and he almost laughed out loud.

When it was my turn, tragedy played out again.

No, it's even more miserable than when you compete.

The reason is very simple, I can't even show the sword completely, and the cultivation realm is directly under the martial soul by default, and if you want to challenge the ruling messenger, you need at least a martial soul.

In other words, I didn't even qualify for this round.

The cultivation realm of martial arts is not like the cultivation of the Daomen, which can be perceived by divine thoughts, and can only be expressed by showing the sword and sword.

I can't drag the referee in charge of the assessment and say that I have the sword intent of the Eight Grades of Martial Souls, right?

Let's not say whether they will believe it, but even if they do, it is not a defeat with the combat power I can exert now......

No matter how strong the physical defense is, it is just a sandbag, which only adds to the laughing stock.

The battle spirit game went on very quickly, and it took less than an hour to finish.

Now there is only one last round of the Battle Soul Competition, and if I still don't have a brilliant performance, not to mention that the two great Sword Saints won't look at me, even the Hidden Sword Villa and the Ten Thousand Swords Valley, which have already expressed their willingness to accept disciples, may turn me away.

After all, what people want to choose is the inheritance of swordsmanship, not waste.

The martial arts competition adopts a big brawl mode, and the winners are divided according to their respective combat performance.

Players can attack each other, but they cannot join forces.

The match is under the supervision of the Adjudicator, and in the event of an unavoidable move, the Adjudicator will decisively intervene to save the newcomer who is about to be hit. Of course, after saving them, they are no longer eligible to stay in the Battle Spirit Arena.

If he can win the championship in this competition, the results of the first two games can even be directly ignored, and he will become the most dazzling rookie king in this rookie selection competition.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

The peerless war spirit, how can he be willing to be subservient to others.

Before I could get on the stage, my uncle suddenly walked out of the crowd, whispered a few words to one of the referees in charge of keeping the game in order, and then walked over to me.

The uncle was holding a sword in his hand, an ordinary martial arts standard long sword.

"Zhiqiu, you use this sword to compare. You abandon the Tao to learn martial arts, and the sword of the mage is definitely not suitable. The uncle whispered.

“…… Why didn't you say it just now. I said quietly.

Everyone was about to lose everything, and my uncle remembered to replace it with a martial arts long sword for me.

"Haha, the two Sword Saints haven't looked at you until now, so you can do it yourself." The uncle said with a smile.

After changing the martial arts sword, I secretly sensed it with the sword intent, and I only felt that it was smooth and unhindered, and I could do whatever I wanted, and now I finally had some confidence. At most, they have only comprehended the meaning of the battle soul, and even those masters of the Martial Saint realm may not have a complete battle soul, but I have a complete battle soul forged by the true dragon qi.

The Battle Spirit Arena is different from the other two martial arts arenas, this arena is similar to a treasure temple, and it has the power of the law.

It is said that this martial arts arena is said to be a monument left over from the ancient world of the Flood Wilderness, and the divine thoughts of a Flood Warrior are sealed inside.

All those who set foot on the martial arts arena will be suppressed to the same realm, a martial soul.

In this way, the fairness is greatly increased, because the lowest cultivation of the contestants in this competition is the two grades of martial souls, and the highest is the sixth rank of martial souls. If you participate in the brawl on the same stage, there is no fairness at all.

The area of the martial arts arena is vast, and the more than 300 contestants are not crowded on the stage. Not only is there enough room to toss and turn, but there is even room to escape, and of course no one wants to run for their lives and can't afford to lose this person.

The battle soon entered a blazing state, with more than 300 contestants fighting each other, the survival of the fittest, and the number of people in the martial arts arena was rapidly decreasing.

As the bottom of two rounds, I was unattended.

Warriors like to challenge the strong, and only in this way can they stimulate the will of the war spirit, and the more they fight, the stronger they become. Thinking of a weak chicken like me, if you can't win, naturally no one will waste time on me.

"Don't you think it's an eyesore for you to stand here?" A young man with a long knife on his back and a sloppy face walked up to me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"At this age, how thick does it take to dare to set foot on the martial arts arena? Go down, this is not an auditorium. ”

"You're going to challenge me?" I asked.

"Challenging you? You don't deserve it yet! The young man's face was full of disdain.

"Oh, what if I challenge you?"

"You don't have this qualification yet, I, Ouyang Crazy Knife, can't be challenged by anyone."

Okay, I can endure you for a long time, I only need a sword to defeat you, and I'm ready to take the initiative.

A complete battle spirit can instantly raise my fighting spirit to the peak.

To deal with Li Maddao, of course, you don't need to fire eight moves in a row.

I directly used the seventh move of the Liuren Yin Yang Sword, and my blood soared to the sky.

The next moment, my people soared directly and flew into the clear sky!

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