The sky is bright, and it is still early before the official final competition, but people from all walks of life from the Xianmen have come early. Because it's not just because there may be an extremely good-looking competition to watch today, but today you can also see what the heavenly sword looks like.

To the surprise of these visitors, no disciples of the Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect came out to arrange the enchantment today.

"Wow, there is no enchantment protection, in case you are killed by mistake, isn't it unjustly killed?"

"Maybe the rules have changed. ”

"Hmph, even if there is an enchantment, it is all decoration in front of Ling Xiao's sword intent. If Ling Sword Intent came towards you, even if you had ten or eight layers of enchantment, you wouldn't be able to stop it. ”

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Everyone was talking about it, waiting for the official start of the competition. When the red sun climbed halfway above the horizon, he saw Zhou Ping appear under the stands with thirteen male and female Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect disciples, who were three disciples, each holding a scroll. And what is surprising is that Zihuan Zhenren also came to Zhou Ping's side.

Everyone looked at Zhou Ping and guessed what was written in the scroll. At this moment, Jiang Yu had already arrived, so he sat in the middle of the venue to rest, waiting for Yang Shen's arrival.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and a figure stood horizontally on the spot, it was Yang Shen, and he saw him pressing the sword box in his hand, standing proudly.

"I'm coming!" Yang Shen let out a deep voice and gently lifted the hood on his head, revealing silver blue eyes.

Seeing him in such a posture, the people in the stands talked a lot. Just because although Yang Shen is low-key, his reputation is not low at all.

"Are you finally willing to draw your sword, the previous competition was completely empty-handed sword skills, and I really look down on people!"

"That's, you don't look at who his opponent is, I guess, Yang Shen is hanging now. ”

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"There are no objections, and here we go. Yun Qing, who was in charge of communication, asked Jiang Yu and Yang Shen, and both of them nodded, indicating that they had no objections. Yun Qing gestured to Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping understood, and shouted: "Open the sword!" and saw the thirteen disciples behind him, each holding a scroll, flying into the air against the wind. And almost at the same moment, thirteen people opened their respective scrolls, and saw that in each scroll, a powerful aura was released, and thirteen spiritual auras galloped in the air, colliding with each other, just like thirteen dragons fighting in the air, which was very beautiful.

"Sister, what is that? Look at it!" Mei'er stood up, pointed to the aura flying in the sky, and asked Su Yu'er beside her.

"That's the sealed sword qi. Su Yu'er said.

"Sword Qi?" Mei'er shook her head and didn't understand.

Su Yu'er thought for a while and said, "Wizard Bo's sword-forging method is different, it should be said that the sword-forging method of the Tianji Sword Sect is different from other sects. “

"What's the difference? I think it's all the same. As Mei'er spoke, she glanced at the swords brought by those present.

Su Yu'er shook her head and said, "The sword casting method of the wizard is to cast sword qi, not to cast ordinary swords. These thirteen sharp sword qi must be the soul of the sword that has been tempered for thousands of years. ”

Saying Zhou Ping again, when he saw that the sword qi had been released, he turned to Zihuan Zhenren: "There is a senior." ”

"It's an honor!" Zihuan said with a smile. I saw that he took the snow and frost held by the sword spirit behind him, and swept it over with a sword, the smoke and dust rolled, and the wind and clouds changed color. And the scene that appeared shocked everyone present. At the scene, there were thirteen more giant swords, half of each sword was submerged in the earth, and the part that remained outside was as big as a mountain, all about a hundred zhang high. Around each sword, there are hundreds of chains locking, and the roots of the chains are rooted in the earth, and the bundles are very strong. The thirteen sword mountains just formed a circle, and in the air directly above this circle, there was a shining phantus, which was very dazzling. And the thirteen dragons galloped around the phantom.

"What is that phantom?" said the charm in the stands, covering her eyes, but still trying to see what was inside the phantom. “

Su Yu'er said: "That's the sword forged by the wizard, but there is still one last process, and when the thirteen sword qi converges into that sword one by one, the sword will be counted." ”

"...... like this" Mei'er didn't seem to understand, although he had lived in the Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect for a long time, he didn't like sword casting, so he didn't understand this aspect at all.

Seeing that the Sword Mountain had been completed, Zihuan Zhenren said loudly: "In the final competition, the one who fights the sword on the Sword Mountain will lose." The first to grab the sword wins. Let's go!"

Hearing the word "start", Jiang Yu's closed eyes opened suddenly, and Yang Shen's slightly narrowed eyes were also much brighter. The two of them were almost at the same moment, flying in the air, not in the wind. Stepping on the chains of the Sword Mountain, go straight to the highest point of the Sword Mountain. Jiang Yu was like a sharp arrow straight up, while Yang Shen's figure flickered, appearing and disappearing, very weird. In terms of speed, Yang Shen took the lead and jumped on the Sword Mountain first, but he didn't attack immediately, just pressed the sword box with his hand, as if waiting for Jiang Yu. But after a while, Jiang Yu also flew up.

The two faced each other on the top of Sword Mountain, separated by more than ten zhang.

"A hundred years ago, we fought each other, do you remember what I said that time?" Yang Shen's voice was deep but clear.

"You said you'd come back to me. Jiang Yu said with a smile.

"That's right, it seems you remember it well. Yang Shen thought for a while and said, "You and I don't have any grudges at all, but although the world is big, there is only one person at the peak, I want to know if that person is you or me." So I want you to give it your all. Just like the time of the Red Moon Catastrophe!" After saying this, as soon as Yang Shen pressed the sword box with his hand, he saw a golden light flashing, jumping out of the sword box, and the golden light flickered in the sky, covering the rising golden sun, like a scorching sun. It immediately caused the audience to exclaim. And what surprised the people present even more was still behind, and they saw that the golden light turned black, and the whole sky, as if shrouded by Wu Yun, turned black all at once, as if it was night, so bright and black, and incomparably mysterious.

"It turned out to be the Blue Sun Sword!" Many of the people present who knew the sword exclaimed in surprise. Qingri Sword, a peerless famous sword hundreds of years ago, is also known as rain hate. As far as the grade is concerned, it has long surpassed the heavenly character. It's just that after hundreds of years of his master, Tianjun Silent Rain, died of hatred, this sword also disappeared. And now it's back to the light of day. Although almost no one present had ever seen it, its characteristics were so obvious that anyone who had read ancient books would recognize this sword.

"Fuck, he has the Blue Sun Sword, and he came here to grab the sword!

"That is, with the Blue Sun Sword, do you need any other swords?"

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The crowd was full of discussions, most of them were jealous, envious and hateful. At this time, Zihuan Zhenren and Wu Lian, who had returned to their seats, also looked at each other. Even if they were the Blue Sun Sword, they hadn't seen it. Now that they have seen each other, they have their own thoughts.

"What does Brother Wu Lian think?" Zi Huan asked with a smile.

"The witch refining is willing to bow down, but although I seal the sword and go into hiding, it doesn't mean that I will no longer forge the sword, sooner or later there will be a one that will overcome it!" After saying this, Wu Lian turned his eyes to Zihuan Zhenren and said, "What does Zihuan Zhenren think?

Hearing this, Zihuan Zhenren didn't say anything, and the sword spirit behind him spoke first: "Snow Frost is the strongest sword in the world. ”

"The strongest? Not necessarily. Wu Lian shook his head slightly. When Zihuan Zhenren heard this, he smiled, waved his hand, and motioned for the sword spirit to step back, and the sword spirit saw this and took two steps back. Just listen to Zi Huan's true humanity: "I admit that the Qingri Sword has its strength, but it only gives Snow Frost one more opponent."

"Hmph!" Wu Lian snorted coldly and stopped talking.

The Qingsun Sword flew in the sky, and finally fell back into Yang Shen's hand, it was a long sword with a purple and black body, a sharp blade, glowing with dazzling purple light.

The people present reacted more or less when they saw the Qingri Sword, but Jiang Yu was as calm as water, and he didn't care. When he was thinking about which sword to use, suddenly a wisp of red smoke came out from between his eyebrows, and he saw a woman in red with wide sleeves falling in front of Jiang Yu, kneeling on one knee and touching a slender long sword. It's the sword spirit jade, and the heavenly cry.

"Master, if you lose, you won't lose the battle!" the sword spirit whispered with a sword in both hands.

As soon as the sword spirit came out, the audience immediately became a sensation, and the people here are all masters of using swords, and there are too few people who don't recognize the sword spirit.

"I've heard people say that Jiang Yu in the past had a sword with a sword spirit, it should be this one!"

"It should be true, the rumors turned out to be true, incredible!"

"That sword spirit is so cute, it's much better than Zihuan Zhenren's only stinky face, I really want to pinch her!"

"Fuck, hell, almost all the two people who made it to the finals didn't need the last sword!

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Seeing the sword spirit, Wu Lian and Zihuan Zhenren, they were also taken aback.

"Master, it's her!" reminded the sword spirit behind Zi Huan Zhenren.

"It doesn't seem to have changed yet, but the sword intent is so powerful that it's really elusive. Zihuan Zhenren shook his head, a little incredible.

Wu Lian's attention is not to the sword spirit, but the unsheathed sword in the sword spirit's hand.

"There is no sword grid......" Wu Lian was surprised. And Zihuan Zhenren also noticed. I couldn't help frowning. And he listened to the sword spirit behind him: "A sword without a sword grid, even if there is a sword spirit, it is not complete, this kind of sword ......" Listening to it, it wanted to be judged wantonly, and Zihuan Zhenren stopped him. Because Zihuan Zhenren sensed Jiang Yu's sword, it seemed a little strange.

"What is that?" Seeing the sword spirit appear, Mei'er was taken aback, and looked sideways at Su Yu'er beside her. Su Yu'er shook her head and said, "It's like a sword spirit." But Jiang Lang didn't tell me. ”

"Sword Spirit?" Mei'er blinked, thoughtful.

Jiang Yu on the top of the Sword Mountain took the sky cry, pointed to the sky, and the same wind and clouds changed color. The difference is that it seems that when the sword is raised, the gate of hell is opened, the ghost cries and the god howls, and the aura is rampant.