"Shangguan Lingyun we have only met once, that is, last year's Sword Summit, he didn't plan to participate, but the time of the Sword Summit just caught up with his coming-of-age ceremony, he participated in the competition on a whim, and easily won the first place, no one can go through three moves under his sword, that is, he became famous in a battle and became a well-known prince in the Southern Sword Country, and some people assert that this person will definitely become the crown prince in less than three years and become the next successor of the Shangguan royal family!"

Wei Linglin's eyes also contained admiration for Shangguan Lingyun and said

"There is such an amazing character, I really want to have a discussion with him, and it is not in vain that I came all the way to the Southern Sword Kingdom!"

Mu Chen's eyes lit up with nameless battle intent, full of longing for this opponent he had never met. [Ran^Text^Library] []w.xs520.

"If Mu Shaoxia wants to learn from this person, it is not impossible, as long as Mu Shaoxia can get the first place in the Sword Summit, he can stay in the Nameless Ancient Temple to practice for a month, and the master Huikong, the host of the Nameless Ancient Temple, will personally guide the cultivation, and will definitely be concerned by the Shangguan Royal Family at that time, as long as he has the opportunity to meet the emperor, he can ask him to challenge the Prince of Shangguan Lingyun, I believe he will agree!"

Gao Zizhen said on the side. Yesterday, Mu Chen came to the rescue, and he was also very grateful in his heart, and took the initiative to show favor to Mu Chen.

"Okay, just for this condition, I want to win the first place!"

Mu Chen nodded, he looked at Bei Tianzuo's clear face, it was not too easy to get the first place.

After a while, I saw a group of people coming on the mountain road leading to the Sword Table, led by nine people, who were the heads of the Eight Great Sword Sects and the head of the Nameless Ancient Temple, Master Huikong.

Among the nine people, Master Huikong and a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing walked in the middle, Master Huikong was about forty years old, with ears hanging down his shoulders, a charitable face, and a string of red Buddha beads in his white and fat palms, and walking side by side with him was the third brother of the current emperor, Shangguan Nanzheng, who came to participate in this sword summit on behalf of the emperor, and the nine people were faintly headed by these two people.

The nine men were followed by the elders of the various factions, less than a hundred people, and they walked to the stone pavilion closest to the sword platform and sat down, at this time, there was silence in the field, waiting for the sword discussion to begin.

"Master Huikong, do you want to say a few words!"

Shangguan Nanzheng asked with a smile.

"Amitabha, I believe that the rules of the sword have been explained clearly, and it is unintentional to say more, so it is better to start directly, what does the prince think?"

Master Huikong folded his hands slightly and said.

"Just do what the master said, and let it begin!"

Shangguan Nanzheng smiled easily and raised his hand.

Master Huikong nodded, and saw a handsome-looking little monk walking onto the sword platform.

The little monk is one of the most proud disciples of Master Huikong, about twenty-five years old, and his cultivation has also reached the peak of the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm, and he is also a rare genius.

Lichen made a Buddhist salute to everyone, that is, he said: " Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk is honored to be the host of this sword summit, I will definitely host a good competition for everyone, I believe the rules are clear to everyone, each of the eight sword factions will send eight disciples to participate in the sword, the order of the competition has been disrupted, I read the name of the game, win or lose by the eight heads and the master of the family master Huikong, except for being knocked out of the ring or taking the initiative to admit defeat, but remember not to poison the hand, otherwise it will be disqualified from the sword, okay, I won't say much, let's start the first competition, by the colorful sword faction Yang Caiyi against the Qingcang sword faction Maohua！”

"What is the first game is the big tooth to play! The opponent is still Yang Caiyi, and he will die very miserably this time!"

Wei Linglang was the first to scream, and everyone looked at Mao Hua in unison, the latter's face was a little green, he really didn't expect his point to be so back, and he met a top opponent like Yang Caiyi in the first game.

"Big Tooth, you better abstain, so as not to be beaten and flattened!"

Dou Liang has the straightest temperament and tells the truth.

"No... No, it's a rare opportunity to participate in the Sword Summit, I want to fight!"

Mao Hua mustered up his courage, his eyes were very firm, and he stepped into the ring.

"Good!"

Many disciples of the Qingcang Sword Sect in the audience burst into applause, they were obviously encouraging Maohua, and it was also a kind of courage to dare to climb the sword platform when they encountered such a powerful opponent.

Yang Caiyi didn't expect that the unattractive young man on the other side would have the courage to fight with him, but there was no disdain in his eyes, but he hugged him with a fist.

Mao Hua pulled out the long sword in his hand, stabbed it with a sword, and the blue light flashed, and he had already come to Yang Caiyi's body.

Yang Caiyi didn't take out the sword, the tall figure was slightly on one side, and he avoided the stabbing sword, and the onion fingers stretched out a little faster, and accurately pointed on the hairy wrist.

When!

The long sword fell to the ground, and Mao Hua grinned in pain, but he did not admit defeat, but held the sword trick in his hand and continued to attack Yang Caiyi.

Yang Caiyi also pointed out, but the speed was much faster than the former, and he saw that the haired finger had just come to mid-air, and Yang Caiyi's sword finger had already pointed at his chest.

Maohua's body was shocked, and he slipped out of a distance of more than ten meters, his face was blue and white for a while, and he looked very painful, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat and attack.

"Maohua, you step down!

Sun Xiangli, who was sitting in the stone pavilion, suddenly spoke, he knew that Mao Hua was not Yang Caiyi's opponent, even if he was comparing, it would not make any sense, he would only want to add to his injury.

"Yes, boss!"

Mao Hua arched his hand and retreated, not too unwilling in his eyes.

"Good big tooth, I was impressed with you today!"

Mao Hua walked back to the stone pavilion, and Dou Liang patted him on the shoulder and encouraged.

"Thank you!"

Mao Hua smiled reluctantly and said in a deep voice.

The second scene was a prince of the Shangguan royal family and a woman in black of the Shadow Sword Sect, the strength of the two was almost the same, after fighting more than fifty moves, the prince deliberately sold a flaw, only to see that the woman in black suddenly drove straight into the sword with a sword, but it was a blow in the air, and the prince seized the opportunity and backhanded a sword, which hit the throat of the woman in black.

The third competition is still the disciple of the Qingcang Sword Sect, it turned out to be Wei Linglin, her opponent is a two-meter man from the King Kong Sword Gate, holding a giant sword that he knows with Tie Zongpeng, the two fought fiercely, Wei Linglin knew that the other party's sword path was taking a fierce route, so he did not confront him head-on, constantly dodging, responding with light and flexible, attacking a sword from time to time, as fast as lightning, like an antelope hanging horns, the two-meter man was very tricky, and after twenty moves, he was stabbed by Wei Linglin in many places, and finally defeated.

The competition was carried out one by one, and the participants in the Sword Summit were all genius masters, so they were all extremely intense, but the top geniuses had not shown their strength in the first round, so Mu Chen did not pay too much attention to it, and it was not until the twenty-third game that Mu Chen's competition came.

Mu Chen's opponent is the second senior brother of the Luoxia Sword Sect, named Su Hetong, whose strength is very strong, and he is second only to the existence of the senior sister Kong Yunqing.

Qingcang Sword Pai Deng was a little nervous, he didn't expect Mu Chen to encounter such a powerful opponent as soon as he came up, and he was inevitably a little worried.

"Let's get out of the sword!"

Su Hetong is a handsome young man with a height of about one meter eighty-five, in his early twenties, his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm, and he is also well-known in the Southern Sword Kingdom, known as the Remnant Yang Swordsman, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

"You don't need to use your sword yet, you can attack with all your might!"

Mu Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, not caring about it.

"I know that you are the foreign aid of the Qingcang Sword Sect, and you replaced Sun Chaoyi to participate in the Sword Summit, but I will make you pay the price, and I will let you sword within the three swords!"

Su Hetong's whole body emitted a red glow like a sunset, and the red long sword in his hand was unsheathed, this sword was like a long rainbow through the sun, shooting straight towards Mu Chen, carrying the sharp aura, forcing it.

"Since I am fighting instead of the Qingcang Sword Sect, then I will first use the swordsmanship of the Qingcang Sword Sect to compete!"

Mu Chen said, only to see him point out, the cyan sword was dazzling, like a human sword in one, and the whole person turned into a ray of light to meet it.