Two days later, the Elder Yumo held a martial arts conference, and the City Lord Li specially provided a Qinghong Sword as the final reward.

It is said that this sword was made of a piece of alien iron in the sinkhole of the Northern Regions, and the sword light that shot out on the night of Kaifeng killed all the swordsmiths present, and then fell silent in the moonlight all night.

Later, this sword does not see the sword body during the day, only the blood can be revealed, and the night is like a frost in the glow, and it seems to have a cold killing intent, and it is rumored that if this sword can open the spirit, it will be able to rank among the top 100 famous swords in the world.

The martial arts conference required the candidate realm to participate in it, which made some disciples of the Yumo Sect very dissatisfied, while the disciples of the Venerable Realm were eager to try.

This time, the excellent ones also have a chance to enter the city guard, which is a rare opportunity in any case.

The martial arts arena was set up in the City Lord's Mansion, and the Elder Yumo came with ten disciples, including Yuan Congcong.

The rules are very simple, fight alone, and the last person who arrives today is the winner, and you can get the Qinghong Sword.

But no one was willing to go on stage first to be consumed, and seeing that no one moved, Yuan Congcong walked up with a sword and said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my little sister wants this sword, and I hope you will be merciful."

Seeing this, Wang Ran thought in his heart.

"This stupid girl, if she goes on stage first, she will definitely be found out first, and she should be the last to appear on the stage."

And Yuan Congcong did this to let Tu Feng and others see her confidence and extraordinary.

The other Yumo disciples only have a general understanding of this little junior sister.

They couldn't understand how strong a scholar realm could be even if they were related to him.

So, a woman who also used a sword came to the stage and hugged her fists and said.

"In Xia Wang Xin, I ask the teacher and sister to recruit them."

After speaking, he took out his sword and pulled a few sword flowers to put on a posture, Yuan Congcong said casually with his sword in his hand.

"Let's make a move."

Wang Xin saw that she disrespected herself like this, and stabbed her right foot with her sword.

But he didn't see any action from Yuan Congcong, and the disciples in the audience watched the sword pierce through their chests, and even Wang Xin didn't have time to stop.

The next second a scene stunned Wang Xin. I saw Yuan Congcong's figure gradually fade until it was nothing.

At the same time, she noticed that the back of her neck was being pressed against Yuan Congcong with a scabbard.

Except for Tu Gongzi, Li City Lord, Lei Peng, and Wang Ran on the field, the others didn't see how Yuan Congcong left a virtual shadow.

And Tu Gongzi and the other three looked at each other, and even they were amazed by this kind of body style.

Lei Peng couldn't help but sigh.

"This is Wuyang Wang Feng's method of becoming famous."

Next, Yuan Congcong won five games in a row, all of which were won by virtue of his body without exception.

When the seventh man came on the field, the man clenched his fists and said.

"Little junior sister, in the realm of Xia Qian Bronze Venerable, is it good to want to learn the swordsmanship of the leading teacher's sister?"

Qian Tong said this very wisely, and the implication was that he had always won with his body, and Yuan Congcong had never used a sword.

As a Venerable Realm, his cultivation is naturally stronger than Yuan Congcong, and the so-called one force will drop ten times.

Even if Yuan Congcong can use a powerful sword move, without the support of cultivation, the power is limited, then there is still a fight.

That knew that Yuan Congcong said very casually.

"Okay, I don't need to be able to survive five moves to count you as a winner."

As soon as these words came out, the confidence that Qian Tong had just built up was pressed to the ground and rubbed.

The key is that Yuan Congcong has no signs of drawing his sword yet.

However, he still had to fight, so he attacked first and reminded him fakely.

"Little junior sister, look at the move."

Qian Tong made a big knife, and he started to sweep the waist with a move.

Yuan Congcong was on tiptoe, leaning forward and hanging sideways in the air, and the blade of the knife slashed under her.

At the same time, she stabbed her long sword and took the money straight to the copper-faced door.

Qian Tong hurriedly withdrew and slid backwards, Yuan Congcong's wrist shook after he landed, and the scabbard shot outward with her feet and toes, so that the front end of the scabbard was always an inch away from the center of Qian Tong's eyebrows.

Finally, at the edge of the ring, Qian Tong fell, Yuan Congcong stopped at the edge and pulled back the sword flower with one hand, and the sword entered the scabbard as if it had never come out.

This battle seems simple, but in the eyes of Tu Gongzi and them, Yuan Congcong's set is almost perfect.

If you are slow for a moment, you will lose momentum, and if you are fast for a moment, you will lose your chance, and Lei Peng even applauded directly and praised the other two.

"Wonderful, just right."

On the contrary, Qian Tong thought that he had lost very unjustly, and he would not have split it if he had known it.

After winning two more games, the Yumo disciple was left with the last person.

He walked slowly onto the stage, looking extremely composed.

After standing face to face with Yuan Congcong, he hugged his fists and saluted seriously.

"My name is Gu Wang, the peak of the Venerable Realm, and I ask my junior sister for advice."

Yuan Congcong also responded to him politely.

"Senior sister has seen senior brother, I don't know if senior brother wants to learn body or swordsmanship."

The ancient king said with a slight smile.

"Compete in the same class, but don't leave skills."

Yuan Congcong nodded and said.

"Okay, senior brother, let's make a move."

After the previous nine battles, the ancient king summed up a little, he took out a shield and a single knife and said.

"Senior sister, please."

This hand is really clever, a half-human-tall shield in front of her, just block her fancy sword moves.

It was the first time for Yuan Congcong to see Na Dun, and he was also a little difficult.

This time she pulled out her sword, first jumped up and stabbed out with a sword, and the ancient king raised his shield to block it.

As he approached, Yuan Congcong made a 180-degree forward flip, stretched out his right leg and kicked it violently.

Unexpectedly, the ancient king raised his shield and only shrank back slightly, and then bounced Yuan Congcong out.

Then Yuan Congcong used the Polar Shadow Body Method to attack, only to see the remnants of Dao Yuan Congcong appear in front of and on both sides of the ancient king.

But the ancient king was bent on defense and had no chance.

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Congcong had already attacked more than a hundred moves, and there were only a few wounds on both sides of the Gu King's body that cut through his clothes.

The continuous attack was unfavorable, which made those who were defeated in the audience secretly happy in their hearts, and at the same time admired the strategy of the ancient king.

It didn't take long for the Gu King to obviously feel that Yuan Congcong's attack had weakened, which showed that she was a little powerless because of her huge consumption, and it was also a lot of consumption for her to raise her shield and quickly block it.

As everyone knows, this is Yuan Congcong's deliberate weakness to lure him to relax, so as to achieve the purpose of a surprise attack to determine the outcome of the victory.

As the battle continued, there were several times when the long sword in Yuan Congcong's hand was bounced up by the shield and slightly out of control, just when all the disciples in the audience were expecting the long sword to be knocked out of their hands.

On the field, two figures of Yuan Congcong appeared on the right side and behind the ancient king, one of them attacked his shoulder, chest, and abdomen in three ways with a sword on the side.

The other figure in the back was straight behind him, and it was too late for the ancient king to turn sharply to the right and block with his shield at this moment.

I saw that he discarded the shield, protected his left forearm between his chest and abdomen, and held the blade of his sword with a single sword in his right hand.

A few clanging sounds sounded, but he didn't expect Yuan Congcong's deliberate attack to be blocked by him.

The sleeve of the ancient king's left forearm was torn, revealing half of the steel arm inside, three shallow white marks appeared, and the single knife of his right hand was broken into two sections.

The long sword in Yuan Congcong's hand also cracked inch by inch, and blood also flowed from the tiger's mouth.

Seeing this, the ancient king calmly summoned a Ugin spear, which was his best weapon.

Tu Feng and the others couldn't help but smile knowing this, while Wang Ran stared at the ancient king with his face pulled at this time, his undulating chest and clenched fists looked very angry.

"Little junior sister, I have no intention of hurting you, admit defeat."

The ancient king said politely again.

Yuan Congcong had no sword in his hand at this time, and he was obviously extremely disadvantaged.

However, she suddenly turned to Wang Ran and said.

"Brother Ran, I want this sword, you can fight it."

As soon as she said this, the Yumo disciples in the audience immediately exploded, and they accused Yuan Congcong of saying that this was not in accordance with the rules.

And Yuan Congcong tilted his head and said nonchalantly.

"Well, wouldn't it be nice to change the rules?"

At this time, Wang Ran looked at City Lord Li with a smile and said.

"The original rules are very unfair, so don't let this rule go, what do you say?"

After a short period of thought, the city lord still agreed.

Wang Ran came to the martial arts arena and said to the ancient king very politely.

"Take your shield, or you will die."

Although the ancient king was angry when he said this, he still picked up the shield.

Wang Ran used all his strength to make a move of the dragon swim, accompanied by the sound of the dragon's groan and the screams of the ancient king, stirring up a cloud of dust and mist.

When the dust settled, there were only shattered shields on the martial arts arena, and the ancient king was sent flying a hundred meters away, lying there not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The other disciples accused Wang Ran one after another, but Wang Ran glanced at it and said disdainfully.

"If you don't accept it, you can go together, and if you can catch me, even if I lose."

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately quieted down, and finally Yuan Wangran handed over the Qinghong Sword to Yuan Congcong and said to Yumo.

"Don't let that man die."

In this inexplicable competition, Wang Ran more or less felt that he was aiming at her and Yuan Congcong, so he didn't have a good impression when he looked at Yumo.