The man looked at his hands, touched his head again, and shivered.

"No, I can't die, I must go back alive."

The man suddenly had an idea, got up and walked off the stage.

At this time, with Pei Ziren completely admitting defeat, the second round of the big competition can be regarded as coming to an end.

After the second round, five people entered the third round of the competition, and this time Mu Chen became the only hope of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

The elimination system is very cruel, and the five people who are decided also belong to different countries and different academies, and some of the other academies that have been eliminated have not left here, as a qualified Confucian student, they want to save Ruya to the end, even if this is the result they least want to see.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after two consecutive competitions, the contestants must have been a little tired, and there will be an hour to rest, and after an hour, we will have the final competition of the third round."

Hearing Linghu's words, Mu Chen also breathed a sigh of relief, two consecutive rounds of competition made his nerves tense together, and now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha, Lord Mu, the poor monk is really a little surprised, I didn't expect your writing to be so outstanding, and the poems you made can be regarded as poems that have been passed down for centuries."

Mu Chen smiled and said a little embarrassedly: "Master, you don't have to praise me so much, in fact, I just accidentally stood on the shoulders of giants, but I still have to tell you, in fact, the poems I saw were also written by a few friends in my hometown, and I just read them out of my mouth." ”

"Why should Mu Shi be so humble, how can others not know me, Mu Shi Shi, you are too modest."

"Master, I'm ......"

"Master!"

At this moment, Zhao Jiyang appeared beside Mu Chen like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

And Zhao Jiyang's appearance also made Mu Chen roll his eyes a lot, if it wasn't for his sister who kept protecting him, Zhao Jiyang didn't know how many times he died in Mu Chen's hands.

"Amitabha, the third round of the Mu Shi is about to be tested, the poor monk will not bother much, and after the big competition is over, the poor monk will talk to Mu Shi in detail."

Master Zhilin turned to leave, while Zhao Jiyang was smiling.

"Master, you are so powerful, I am impressed by your literary talent, how can you be so powerful, can you teach me?"

Mu Chen said a little impatiently: "Little brat, I warn you, I'm not your master, don't come to me again, get out of here immediately, don't blame me for turning my face with you." ”

Zhao Jiyang still laughed: "I understand, the master wants to prepare for the third round of the competition, then the apprentice will not bother first, come on, master, after the competition, the apprentice will definitely celebrate for you, come on!" ”

Mu Chen wanted to know why Zhao Jiyang, the prince, was so brazen and scolded him like this, and he could still laugh.

Did he really hit a pig?

"Hello Mu Gongzi, I adore you very much, this is the water I prepared for you, please ...... Please use it. ”

A voice like a heavenly voice sounded behind him, and when he turned to look, standing behind him was a cute girl with a ponytail, the girl showed a harmless smile from humans and animals, and held a water bag in her hand and handed it to Mu Chen with a blushing face.

Is this a little fan girl?

Facing this cute little fan girl, Mu Chen certainly had no reason to refuse and took the water, and it just so happened that he was also a little thirsty.

But this scene was seen by Zhao Lingzhi on the high platform, but he was jealous, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"Men are all the same thing."

The cute little girl and Mu Chen glanced at each other shyly, turned around and left shyly.

Mu Chen pulled out the cork and drank all the water in the hot water bottle in one gulp.

At this time, a pair of eyes full of evil were watching Mu Chen's every move, and when he saw Mu Chen drink all the water, the corners of his mouth showed an evil smile.

Soon, the break was over, and the third round of the competition finally arrived.

"I think you all know that my Confucian sect is headed by the sword, and the Confucian Immortal Master has realized that the sword intent of Wenju has been passed down to the world, so this sword intent has also become one of the items that must be tested for my Confucian and Taoist disciples."

"Therefore, the third round of the academy's Dabibi test is now open, and the topic of this round is: Sword Intent."

When the words fell, there was a roar in the sky, and a streamer pierced the sky from far and near, falling in the center of the ring with a seven-colored streamer.

The light dissipated, and everyone saw clearly that this was actually a snow-white long sword.

"This sword is the sword of my Confucian Supreme Wenju, which can bear the fluctuation of sword intent, it is divided into nine layers, and the five contestants use the sword to urge the sword intent, and the one who bears the most fluctuation of sword intent is the final winner."

"The sword of Wenju will be used by my ancestor Kong Sheng in the next life, and those who urge the sword intent to hit more than seven layers will have a chance to obtain the seal of the sage, but I want to remind you that since the great competition of the academy, there are only five people who can urge more than six realms, and only three people who have reached more than seven realms, and whether they can obtain the seal of the saint depends on this time."

Sword intent?

Mu Chen was a little puzzled, he didn't understand what this so-called sword intent was, but he could see how others did it first.

"Then next, which contestant is ready, you can just step forward."

Five people even glance at each other.

"I'll come."

A man in a yellow robe stepped out.

The man stepped forward with a sword in hand.

Boom!

The man's eyes froze, and the long sword in his hand came out of his shell, with a buzz, and he played a very handsome swordsmanship.

"Flying flowers."

As the man shouted, the sword body trembled, and a sword light burst out and hit the sword of Wenju.

Airplanes!

The sword of Wenju let out a humming sound, and a ripple visible to the naked eye appeared in the surrounding space, and above that ripple, two clearly visible sword marks appeared.

"The sword intent fluctuates in two layers."

The man frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied, shook his head helplessly, and retreated.

And Mu Chen, who was watching from the sidelines, also understood a little.

At this time, dressed in a white robe, the man walked to Mu Chen's side and whispered: "Brother Mu, in Xia Qin Moyan, I admire your literary talent and want to make friends with you, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

It's no joke to make friends at this time.

"Hello."

Mu Chen didn't want to deal with the other party, he also wanted to observe the so-called sword intent more closely, but out of politeness, he still said these two words.

After Qin Moyan got a response, he smiled and said: "The sword moves at will, the heart moves at will, this is the so-called sword intent, Brother Mu doesn't need to be too nervous, with your strength, you will definitely be able to win the first place in this big competition." ”

Hearing Qin Moyan's words, Mu Chen seemed to open his mouth, and there was a unique sword intent, which was also slowly converging in his heart.

"Thank you, but I want to ask, why do you have to practice a set of swordsmanship before making this move?"

"Brother Mu, you don't know something, this practice of a set of swordsmanship is an unwritten rule of Dabi, first, to enhance the observability of Dabi, and second, it is naturally to maximize the display of sword intent, although the strength of sword intent has little to do with sword moves."

"I see, thank you for the advice."

"Oh, Brother Mu doesn't have to be polite, if you can, I still want to ask Brother Mu for advice, your writing is really amazing."

"Okay, if you have a chance, thank you for the compliment."

Through the conversation with Qin Moyan, Mu Chen also probably understood that the sword intent did not lie in the strength of the aura, but in the mastery of the sword technique.

Another blue-robed man stepped forward with a long sword in his hand, his eyes stared, and with a very complicated and changeable set of swordsmanship, there was another roar, and a sword light smashed directly on the sword of Wenju.

After a ripple, four sword marks appeared in front of everyone.

"Sword intent fluctuates in four layers."

The blue-robed man looked proud, and even glanced at the yellow-robed man with disdain, and walked out of the ring with his chest held high.

"This guy is too crazy, Brother Mu, I'll go first."

Qin Moyan jumped into the ring with an arrow step, slipped and fell to the ground.

Hahaha.

This funny act also attracted ridicule from everyone.

"Hahaha, this is too funny."

"I think I'm going to be a fool, it's funny."

The blue-robed man was also full of disdain.

However, Mu Chen had already seen that this guy was not simple, the action just now was definitely deliberate by this guy, in fact, his strength was definitely not simple.

Qin Moyan smiled, but the next moment he looked at the Wenju Sword with a solemn face, and the momentum around him suddenly changed.

This huge change also surprised everyone in the stands.

The long sword in Qin Moyan's hand moved slightly, and a crisp sword sound sounded, and then, it was another dazzling set of swordsmanship, and it danced out.

With the dance of Qin Moyan's long sword, the sword light actually formed an impenetrable net in the sky, which seemed to split the entire sky.

Everyone in the stands was shocked, and the previous laughter stopped abruptly, and there were more voices of self-deprecation and worship.

"This person is so powerful, I thought he was a clown jumping beam, but I didn't expect that we were small."

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Thunder Sword Technique, I didn't expect him to cultivate to this extent, it's amazing."

As Qin Moyan's sword fell, Wenju's sword let out a loud hum.

There was a wave of spatial fluctuations, and there were ripples, and five sword marks also appeared around the sword body.

And this time, the audience was silent, and these five sword marks also shocked Pei Ziren, who had not yet played.

And the blue-robed man was long gone.

"Mu Gongzi, how about this sword, little brother?"

Qin Moyan walked to Mu Chen's side and said with a smile.

It seems that this kid is not simple, this is obviously pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Not bad."

"Hehe, I think Mu Gongzi must be even more powerful."

Mu Chen smiled faintly and did not reply.

And then Pei Ziren stepped into the ring.

When Pei Ziren appeared, everyone in the Qingyun Country phalanx erupted in enthusiastic cheers, as if they were holding the victory.

However, it is worth mentioning that Pei Ziren not only has an outstanding performance in terms of literary talent, but also is very outstanding in swordsmanship, it is said that when he was thirteen years old, he had defeated many famous swordsmen with kendo alone, and he was also famous in the entire Qingyun Kingdom.

"Mu Gongzi, I heard that this person is not easy to accompany this person, and the way of the kendo is also very powerful, I am fortunate to see you today, and you and I can also open our eyes."

Pei Ziren walked into the ring slowly, he didn't have bells and whistles, let alone show off his unique swordsmanship.

His eyes stared at the Wenju Sword in front of him, and the momentum around him suddenly changed, and a powerful air flow was winding along his body around the long sword in his hand.

The sword body hummed, and a sword light quickly unfolded.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the sword was reinvigorating the sword, stirring up a large ripple, and everyone outside the venue stared intently at the place where the ripple occurred.

The next moment, as the ripples continued to fluctuate, sword marks also emerged.

"Sword intent fluctuation seven layers!"

Wow!

Everyone was in an uproar, but they didn't expect this Pei Ziren to be so rebellious that he actually urged seven sword marks.

As I just introduced, those who can urge the seven sword marks have a chance to obtain the Seal of the Sage, and at this time, Pei Ziren was also very surprised, looking up at the sky, not knowing if the Seal of the Sage would descend.

It is said that this seal of the saint will cause the phantom of the saint to appear in the sky.

On the high platform, Linghu Youyan was also excited, and finally, someone finally urged the seven sword marks again, which also made their Confucianism create brilliance again.

All of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at the sky.

However, it is a pity that there is no fluctuation in the sky, it is still cloudless, the sky is blue, and only a few birds fly by, dropping two drops of bird droppings.

"Alas, it's a pity, I didn't expect this Pei Ziren to have defied the sky to such an extent, and he still didn't get the seal of the Sage."

"It's a pity, I've never seen what this Sage's Seal is, and I thought I could open my eyes, it seems to be delusional."

"But this Pei Ziren really deserves to be a rare genius in a hundred years, he can be so against the sky, urging out seven sword marks, it seems that this time the Great Farewell Qingyun Kingdom will definitely come out on top."

"Not really, everyone, have you forgotten that there is still one person who has not appeared, and that person is Mu Chen who has just made history!"

Only then did everyone notice that Mu Chen had not yet made a move, in the first two stages of the competition, this Mu Chen showed his means and literary brilliance, whether it was in terms of aura or in terms of literary talent, it was very outstanding, and it could be regarded as overwhelming, but I don't know if I can create a miracle in this third round.

"Mu Gongzi, it's your turn, come on."

Qin Moyan said excitedly on the side.

Mu Chen was expressionless and stepped into the ring.

Standing in the ring, Mu Chen held the Long Yuan Sword in his hand, he had only practiced one set of swordsmanship, and that was the Sword of the Great River.

Thinking back to every move and style of the Great River Sword, the arm he held the long sword slowly raised.

The first sword, the white blade.