Watching the clouds, dancing the sword ping, the crowd is crowded, and the sword is whistling.

The Sword Trial Conference, the real grand event of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, all the disciples in front of the palace of the right age do not want to show their prominence at this time, gain the favor of the first elders of the sect, and become the disciples of the personal lineage, and the disciples of the personal tradition naturally want to take this opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop and add glory to their master. In addition, the participants are all boys and girls, youthful spirit, each with their own feelings, what is better than the sword test conference, the opportunity to attract the attention of the sweetheart, every time a grand meeting comes down, there are always a few young couples, so the participating disciples are all grinding their fists and looking forward to it.

As for the other disciples who were unable to participate in the competition, they also waited for a long time for the sword trial competition. There are a total of fifty participants in this sword meeting, among which personal disciples such as Ren Jiuxiao and Xie Lingyan can be used as seeded players to skip the first round of the competition directly, and the disciples in front of the palace and the disciples outside the door have to fight round after round. Even if they secretly open the hall to gamble money, the teachers and commanders are also turning a blind eye, which can be said to be more comfortable than the New Year.

Dancing Sword Ping is divided into green dragons, white tigers, red birds, The four big platforms of Xuanwu, each of which is surrounded by a full circle, and the Xuanwu platform that Ying Feiyang wants to compete with, the number of people is the largest, when Ying Feiyang passes, everyone takes the initiative to make way for him, pointing him to discuss, what he doesn't know is that if you talk about the odds, the biggest favorite to win the championship this time is naturally Ren Jiuxiao, followed by Xie Lingyan, and one of his outer disciples, with the nomination of the heavenly list and the outstanding performance of the Qifeng sword, has become the biggest dark horse, and he has directly killed the fifth in the odds.

Ying Feiyang looked at the opposite hand, three or five young and beautiful female disciples, around a pretty girl with a blushing face, laughing and teasing, among them there was even Xie Lingyan, Xie Lingyan saw Ying Feiyang looking over, and did not say hello, but showed a meaningful smile, biting his ear and saying something to the girl in the middle, making the girl's face redder and her head lower.

Ying Feiyang under the attention of all people, his mind did not belong to the ring, only to feel a burst of vanity, he and Ren Jiuxiao's gambling fight, made all over the body, almost lost his life due to excessive blood loss, only woke up yesterday and got out of bed, although now there is no big problem, but he is still short of breath and weak, walking in the ring with light steps,

But he is not only weak in body, but also weak in heart. Although he has read all kinds of swordsmanship secrets for more than a year, and he is already familiar with all kinds of swordsmanship, this is the first time he has really fought with others. Why did there be so many people watching Xuanwutai, looking at the expectant eyes of the onlookers, he understood, everyone wanted to see, how high can this outer disciple who can go toe-for-tat with Ren Jiuxiao, how high can his swordsmanship be?

But when the answer was about to be revealed, he was suddenly afraid, "What if my swordsmanship is not as high as I imagined? What if I can only use my mouth to make a sword as Ren Jiuxiao said? What if I have worked hard for more than a year and what I have returned is just an empty dream?"

When his mind was floating, the red-faced female disciple had already stepped onto the stage, biting her lip and saying lightly and timidly: "Hello Senior Brother Ying, my name is Qin Meisheng, I am very happy to be able to compete with you on the same stage." ”

When she said the last few words, Qin Meisheng's pretty voice was red as if she was about to drip blood.

"Oh, Senior Sister Qin, please advise. Ying Feiyang was in a trance, and he didn't look at his opponent, he responded casually, Qin Meisheng's beautiful eyes flashed a hint of gloom, and after giving a word of advice, he drew his sword and stepped forward.

With a phoenix-like sword roar, Qin Mei handed out a sword, this move was elegant and clear, but the sword light was magnificent, reflecting the eyes that should fly in a trance, and the familiar words appeared in his mind.

"Wutong lonely sword, there is a move of Feng Laiyi, the sword line is magnificent, but the sword intent is silent, the tip of the sword is the beak, the sword edge is the wing, a blow misses, and it is gone. "Only in the sword light flashed for a moment, should be flying in the mind is still thinking about the way to break the move, the hand has been one step ahead of the sword handed, the sword is majestic, fierce and majestic, it is the real martial arts demon sword, the real martial artist, the Northern Emperor Xuanwu God also, and the phoenix, the red bird also, this move is strong and calm to control the dexterous and clever change, just in line with the meaning of the North Xuanwu Kenan Suzaku, just to restrain the move of the phoenix.

As soon as this move came out, there was cheering from the audience, Qin Meisheng's sword style was not unfolded, and he already felt that the strong wind was coming, and then he turned around to dodge and retreated, but saw that Ying Feiyang did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but just looked at his palm with a little surprise.

Ying Feiyang's eyes were obsessed, looking at his palm blankly, as if he couldn't believe that the move just now was his hair, his wrist trembled slightly, the long sword happily turned in his palm, the cold and rough touch of the hilt, and the sword whistle brought by the sword blade cutting through the air, clearly told him that this was not a late-night dream like before, but the most real and longing reality, he could really use the sword again!

Ying Feiyang felt a fresh and hot vitality gushing out of his body, as if the butterfly that had been imprisoned for many years finally broke out of the cocoon, and a boundless joy spread from his heart and spread throughout his body, he took a breath excitedly, threw the sword to his left hand while playing, and turned his wrist to pull out an equally bright sword flower, as if a child had just found the most favorite toy, Ying Feiyang smiled innocently.

Qin Meisheng saw that his long sword was changed to his left hand, and only said that he had any strange tricks to come out, and then stepped on the light dust, like the fairy of the Moon Palace, he flew to attack, this move was the "surplus and void" in the sword of Yuehua Mingshuo, and the sword light was pouring in a blink of an eye, like moonlight. This sword seems to be tight, but there is a gap in the sword light. Ying Feiyang used his left hand as dexterously as his right hand, just a slight stab, this move was nameless, but a sword pierced into the gap of sword light, as if to fill the sword light.

The essence of the move of "surplus and void is counted" is between the changes of profit and void, the sword light is like the moon at the beginning, leaving a gap, it is for the follow-up change, after the change, it is like the full moon under the reflection, so that people have nowhere to hide, should fly a sword to fill this gap, but it is to seal the change behind, the water is full and overflowing, the full moon is missing, after the sword light is complete, the flaw is immediately revealed.

"Okay!" The audience cheered again, this move seems simple, but if you want to do it, you need to see through the sword light in just a moment, and then ignore the sword light at the end, and pierce the gap at a faster speed, eyesight, strength, speed, and even courage are indispensable, just this sword, you can see that Ying Feiyang does have the value of being looked down upon.

Qin Meisheng's swordsmanship flaws have appeared, Ying Feiyang took out another sword, pointed at Qin Meisheng's shoulder well, and made half of the move, but it stopped alive and again.

It's too fast! After waiting for a long time to get the chance to play the sword, he hasn't been able to enjoy it yet, how can he bear to let the game end.

Qin Meisheng took a few steps back, frightened, and found that the sword on his body was suddenly withdrawn, hesitated for a moment, bit his lip and attacked again, but the moves were all restrained by Ying Feiyang.

"Autumn Water Returns to Hong" breaks "Yuehua Qinghui", "Chutian is majestic" breaks "Wutong Broken Corner", "Chaos Liangyi Change" breaks "Phoenix Dead Tong Wither", the sword moves that have flashed in my mind countless times in the past two years seem to have long been unable to hold back, rushing to my hands, growing in my own hands, forming, changing, drawing out a brilliant sword light, striking out a cheerful sound, should fly as if being poured a stream of spirits, like drunkenness, but the more drunk the more reluctant to stop the cup, every time to decide the victory, but suddenly stopped.

At the beginning, every time Ying Feiyang made a sword, there were people shouting and cheering, and slowly, the shouting stopped, and it turned into a lot of discussions, and then, even the discussion stopped, and there was only silence in the audience.

Teasing! This is no longer a competition, but a naked teasing in front of the public! Anyone can see that Ying Feiyang's swordsmanship is far above his opponent, but he is reluctant to win, so he has to be like a cat and mouse, giving Qin Meisheng a chance again and again, and defeating her again and again. Qin Meisheng is a thin-skinned girl, finally-

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, Qin Mei threw her sword to the ground, ashamed and angry, and Pear Blossom shouted with rain: "Isn't it great if the swordsmanship is good, it's too insulting!" After saying that, she covered her face and ran to the stage, and the female companions wanted to surround her, but she pushed her away and disappeared into the crowd.

"What's going on?" Ying Feiyang just woke up from a dream at this time, and looked at Xie Lingyan for some reason, but saw that Xie Lingyan just glared at her fiercely, so he took a few female companions and left.

"Hmph, an outer disciple is so arrogant!"

"Should you win or not, if you want to be defeated, do you really use others as monkeys?"

"It's too much, it's a waste of such a lovely person as Senior Sister Qin, she is blind......"

Listening to other people's discussions, Ying Feiyang suddenly realized, knowing that his actions were out of proportion, and wanted to apologize, but found that he didn't even remember what the other party looked like, so he had to leave the ring in a huff under the contempt of everyone, and behind him, he remembered the boos one after another.

When he returned to his residence, Ying Feiyang stood in the bamboo forest, exhaling and gathering, when he was asleep, Dan Li had been completely absorbed, and at this time, there was no trace of hindrance in the true qi in his body, and he flowed in the veins as he wanted, and his mind returned to the scene of the sword competition again.

It was only a little bit before he was reluctant to end the match, because he felt in his heart that as long as he stayed in the ring for a little longer, he would be able to take this step.

Ying Feiyang thought about it, the sword came out, and he stabbed directly, but the bamboo forest in front of him did not react at all. He didn't care, put his sword back in its sheath, closed his eyes and pondered for a while. The sword came out again, stabbed straight and returned to the sheath. The sword is out, stabbed straight, and sheathed. The sword is out, stabbed straight, and sheathed. The sword is out, stabbed straight, and sheathed...... As if he was tired, he repeated the monotonous movements, stabbed thousands of swords, and practiced until noon, and the whole person was soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Finally, with a "click", Ying Feiyang stabbed out with a sword, and the bamboo that was still seven steps away from him broke at the waist, and this breaking sound became the most beautiful note in Ying Feiyang's ears.

He folded his body in a "big" shape and fell straight down, falling on the soft dirt, and closed his eyes serenely with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's finally this step.

The sword qi is out of the body.