Si Dao was the first to attack. This is something that no one expected.

What's even more unexpected is that Si Dao really knows how to use a sword.

In the first battle, although Si Dao was holding a wooden sword, he never used a wooden sword at all, but just hung the wooden sword on his hand like a crutch. Many people think that Si Dao doesn't know swordsmanship at all.

But now, Si Dao held the sword in his hand. The moment he held the sword, it produced an extreme sense of natural beauty. At this moment, the sword ceased to be a foreign object, but became part of the extension of his body.

The power rises from the ground, converges up the thighs and waist, along the wrists and the blade, and finally focuses on the tip of the sword.

He struck and stabbed straight at a sword that was incredibly fast.

Wei Ziqing originally wanted to raise his sword and fight head-on. However, she looked at the incoming sword, instinctively retreated, and instinctively used the blade to resist.

The tip of the sword touches the sword. Wei Ziqing felt an unimaginable force. She only felt that she was being hit head-on by a reckless beast, and the small sword body could not absorb the impact of the reckless beast at all.

She has the ninth-level cultivation of the day after tomorrow, and she can be regarded as a first-class master of mortal dust. Si Dao only has three layers of cultivation the day after tomorrow, and he is not ranked at all in mortal dust. However, at the moment of the confrontation, Wei Ziqing, who had cultivated at the ninth layer the day after tomorrow, was forced to fly in mid-air by Si Dao's sword.

The sword in her hand vibrated constantly, as if it was whispering, as if it was yielding. Her sword-holding hand was red and swollen from the shock.

An indescribable sense of humiliation welled up in my heart. Wei Ziqing wanted to fight back, but saw Si Dao's sword attack again.

Si Dao's body twisted unbelievably. Normal people will have a short pause after the attack to reorganize their body strength and then launch the next attack.

However, this is not the case at all. The strength of his body was originally concentrated on the tip of the sword, and he leaned forward infinitely. In the next second, his power retracted and twisted unhindered, wandering and spinning along the tip of the sword. The sword in his hand stabbed at Wei Ziqing from a very strange angle, and the speed was even faster than just now.

It was impossible for Wei Ziqing to launch a counterattack. She could only continue to defend. She instinctively resisted and once again put the fitness in front of her.

The sharp tip of the sword struck the sword again.

This time, Wei Ziqing didn't have time to completely stimulate the inside. She didn't fully defend herself against Si Dao's attack. Although she blocked Si Dao's sword, she couldn't hold it firmly.

Her hands were shaking. She could only watch as the wooden sword fell out of her hand.

Before she could be surprised, she saw that the sharp tip of the sword had reached her throat.

Only three swords, Wei Ziqing was defeated!

No one reacted immediately, and the audience was deadly. After a few moments, I don't know who was the first to applaud. Then, the audience burst into applause for a long time.

At this moment, no one questioned Si Dao.

Those who have a heart have already seen that the swordsmanship displayed by Si Dao is very similar to the swordsmanship displayed by He Xiaoxiao. Both pursue extreme offense. It's just that He Xiaoxiao lost the opportunity and did not show the power of swordsmanship.

Although Si Dao only has the third layer of the day after tomorrow, he is the first to move, and Wei Ziqing has no power to resist.

Although Qin Xuetong didn't like Si Dao, she had to admit: "His swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary." ”

However, Qin Xuetong did not fully agree with Si Dao: "However, he is only an acquired mortal after all." No matter how superb a mortal's swordsmanship is, he will definitely not be able to break through the innate defenses of an immortal cultivator."

What Qin Xuetong said is not false. No matter how strong the acquired mortal is, once he encounters an immortal in the innate realm, it is impossible to win.

Although spiritual power and internal force are both energies between heaven and earth, there is a qualitative gap. No matter how thick the tofu hits the steel plate, it cannot break through the steel plate, but can only self-destruct.

"Hmm. He Xiaoxiao nodded absently. She was immersed in the three swords that Si Dao struck.

Just now, each sword of Si Dao condensed the full power of the three layers of cultivation the day after tomorrow. There were hundreds of spectators present, and everyone had a cultivation that surpassed the Dao. However, among all of them, few of them could use the power of the three swords just now.

Si Dao is just a third-level cultivator the day after tomorrow, and he still has such power. He Xiaoxiao has already been perfected in cultivation, if he can perform swordsmanship like Si Dao, how terrifying will it be? I am afraid that under the innate world, among mortals, no one can defeat He Xiaoxiao.

Qin Xuetong looked at He Xiaoxiao, who was in a state of epiphany, and did not disturb. She was curious, but she really didn't know who passed on such exquisite swordsmanship to He Xiaoxiao and Si Dao.

At the same time, Qin Xuetong also had a slight interest in kendo. For immortal cultivators, the exquisiteness of sword moves is important, but the real difference between the immortal sword and the mortal sword is the sword intent. Only immortal cultivators with sword intent can truly be called sword immortals.

In the world, only the Mojia swordsmanship in the Western Regions is the most exquisite. Monks of the same level, the sword wielders of the Mo family are unmatched.

Compared with the Mo family's swordsmanship, Si Dao's swordsmanship is just a small Dao'er.

It is never possible for mortals to confront immortals. Thinking of this, Qin Xuetong smiled again.

On the stage, after Wei Ziqing's fiasco, he kept standing stupidly. Today, as the second generation of immortals, she has a nine-layer cultivation in the background, but she has lost three games in a row, losing to the legendary waste Si Dao, which has become a joke in everyone's eyes.

Her father, Wei Changkong, stepped up to the stage and handed Wei Ziqing a white jade sword. This is the fairy sword used by Wei Ziqing's mother before her death. A few minutes ago, Wei Ziqing proudly swore that he would definitely win the competition, and he would get this fairy sword in a bright way.

However, she lost the fight. She is not qualified to take the fairy sword. She shook her head, not accepting.

Wei Changkong pulled Wei Ziqing and said with a smile: "Silly girl, you were able to put down the second sword just now, which is enough to prove your daily efforts." Among the new disciples in the audience, there were less than two people who could block the second sword. ”

"But I'm still defeated. After Wei Ziqing finished speaking, she could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart, hid in Wei Changkong's arms, and couldn't help crying.

"Silly girl, failure is not terrible. What is terrible is the loss of courage in the face of setbacks and difficulties. You are my Wei Changkong's daughter, could you be a courageous person?" Wei Changkong laughed back.

When Wei Ziqing heard this, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Of course not." If I lose, I lose. I'm willing to accept the reality and change the future. ”

After speaking, Wei Ziqing looked at Si Dao who walked off the stage with great intent and full of war. Si Dao also looked at her on the stage, looking at the father and daughter on the stage.

Wei Ziqing's eyes were menacing. Si Dao's eyes were full of loneliness. It seems that Wei Ziqing is the winner of the competition.

"Si Dao, I will definitely win you. I must win you before breaking through the innate realm. Wei Ziqing swore loudly.

Si Dao waved his hand indifferently, turned around and chose to leave. His steps were vain, his breath was weak, and his head was bowed, as if he didn't care about everything in the world. His back blended into the noisy crowd and vanished.