There were many people watching the ceremony outside the PTZ, hundreds and nearly thousands.

In fact, there are not many people involved in the sword debate, less than 100 people.

However, seeing the scene of nearly 100 people grabbing tiles and drawing lots, many of them have also participated in the Yuntai Sword Debate, and now they are the gray-haired older generation, and they have countless emotions.

Just look at the back waves urging the front waves, and a new generation of people replaces the old.

Last time, as well as many times in the past, the number of participants was often only a few dozen, far less than now.

The lifespan of the Sword Guts Realm is only two hundred years, and if you can't condense the sword pill, you can only sit down in the end, so many people can only participate in the Yuntai Sword Debate once in their lives.

Because, if you want to participate in the Yuntai Sword Discussion, you must be a sword cultivator, which causes the number of people to participate in the Yuntai Sword Discussion is always small.

The pomp and circumstance in front of us is truly unprecedented.

When everyone grabbed the glazed tiles, the bell rang again in the mountains under the clouds, and then the extra tiles flew back to the Sword Pavilion at a high place.

Ning Baifeng's arrival was not very eye-catching, but there were still many people who paid attention to him.

There are even people who have been looking for his existence for a long time.

For example, Wei Xing, such as Ji Zhilan, such as Gong Yang and Gong Qiaoshui.

and those who have passed down the generations.

Jiang Feng looked at the white-clothed young man in the distance, and nodded imperceptibly, a little relieved.

Ning Baifeng smiled lightly, and led Lang Ping and Wu Zi to take off and land on the sword boat where Wei Xing was.

He was the only one who came to watch the ceremony from Shenji Mountain, so this sword boat seemed a little empty.

Ruan Manman immediately greeted him and asked for the serial numbers of the three people.

Ning Baifeng showed the glazed tile in his hand, but he saw that it was as smooth as a mirror.

A few people were a little puzzled, if there was no serial number, how would they know who to fight against?

The answer to this question did not make them wait long.

Outside the cloud platform, on the two sword boats far apart, there were two glazed tiles in their hands revealing brilliant brilliance.

Without anyone to explain, the two immediately flew up to the stone platform, dozens of feet apart.

These two people Ning Baifeng didn't know each other, but judging from the clothing, both of them were disciples of their own sect, one was born in Shangyang Peak, and the other was Zhenyue Peak.

The reason why it can be distinguished so easily is that Zhuo Xinyuan, the lord of Shangyang Peak, likes to wear a light cyan crane, while Zuo Ci, the lord of Zhenyue Peak, likes a sword robe with white edges on a black background.

Therefore, all his disciples followed suit.

Ning Baifeng glanced at the three people around him strangely, if you do something, you will follow it, and the wind in Huiyuan Mountain is really a little peculiar.

The two saluted with their swords.

The disciple dressed in the crane crane stretched out his hand, held the sword across his chest, and said, "Please give me advice!"

The sword flashed.

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Sword cultivation battles, the pursuit of one-hit killing.

Therefore, the speed of the competition is very fast, and the results are often produced in an instant.

As the left shoulder of the Shangyang Peak disciple was pierced by a sword light, a cloud of blood appeared on the crane, and the first competition ended.

Most of the swords of the disciples of Hui Yuanshan are obtained from the bottom of the pool, so there is no sword wedge and hilt, and for them, the sword in the sheath does not need to be pulled out by hand at all, so there is no need for these burdens.

In the sword hall, many division commanders have told them that a sword without a handle is more conducive to penetration.

And such a handleless sword is also popular among sword cultivation.

Therefore, the shoulder of the disciple of Shangyang Peak was pierced, and there was no embarrassing situation where the sword was stuck on the shoulder.

And the reason why he was pierced through his left shoulder is that the rules of the Yuntai sword, when facing the enemy, the flying sword assassination can only be aimed at the opponent's left body.

The sword does not stop with the wounded.

The winner stepped down and waited for the next one.

The wounded were taken back by the commander of the peripheral division for treatment.

Later, others flew up to the gimbal one after another, and fought with swords.

Compared with the hand-to-hand combat with swords in the lower three realms, the sword and sword battle between the sword and gall realms, although the time is short, and the victory is decided in an instant, but its excitement is not known how many times higher.

On the gimbal, there were constantly figures tossing and turning, flying from this stone platform to another stone platform, just to avoid the sword light shuttling at high speed.

Stone platforms are flying from time to time

When the sword slashed, sparks flew everywhere, and a lot of stone chips were wiped off.

On the sea of clouds, the sword qi was raging, and the sword lights of various colors appeared in turn.

Different origins and different ways of making a move.

Some like to imitate the method with a sword, when the flying sword is swept away, the thunder flashes, or the flame is steaming, the sword light is dense or fierce, the light shining on the sea of clouds is uncertain, and the scream of the flying sword breaking through the air and the roar after the impact are spread all over the sea of clouds and mountains.

The disciples who were at the bottom of the mountain even felt that this was a sign before the rain.

On the sword fight, it is getting better.

The people watching the battle from the periphery all watched the two sides of the battle intently, no one spoke, no one judged, and refused to miss a moment.

The division commanders watching the battle from the periphery were even more intent, ready to rescue at any time,

It's not that they don't want to speak, it's that the time for sword cultivation to win the battle is too fast, so fast that someone who may have an advantage in the last moment will be injured and fall off the stone platform the next moment.

Don't give anyone time to comment at all.

Even if there is occasional communication, they are all talking to each other at the moment when they are competing for victory and defeat.

Or rejoice, or sigh.

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Ning Baifeng looked at those disciples who were fighting with an indifferent expression.

Until now, among the disciples of the various factions who have made a move, basically no one has used sword intent against the enemy, so no matter how fierce the fight is and how brilliant the sword light is, it still can't arouse his interest.

There is another game on the gimbal that feels the winner or lose.

However, the two who were about to appear at the next moment surprised Ning Baifeng.

Because two rays of light rose around him at the same time.

Wu Ziqi held the glazed tiles, looked at Lang Ping next to him, and smiled bitterly.

Lang Ping was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "Senior Brother Wu, please!"

Wu Ziqi turned his head and glanced at the white-clothed young man beside him.

Ning Baifeng patted the two of them on the shoulder and said softly, "Good luck." ”

The reason why he said this was because the two of them had broken through not long ago, and if they really wanted to compete with those outstanding disciples of various peaks or sects, they would probably go up and salute with their fists, and after saying that, they would ask for advice, and then they would be pierced in the left shoulder.

Ruan Manman encouraged: "I hope that the two senior brothers, encourage each other!"

Lang Ping and Wu Ziqi glanced at each other and nodded solemnly.

Subsequently, the two flew up to the gimbal, dozens of feet apart.

The two have similar images and are in the same place, which naturally attracts the attention of many people.

However, the next competition between the two was a big disappointment.

Compared with those disciples who have condensed sword courage for many years, the speed of the two of them is obviously much slower.

The figures of the two kept moving, the flying swords shuttled and slashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the swords screamed non-stop, and they felt extremely wonderful in the eyes of those who didn't know what they were in.

For example, Ji Zhilan, and for example, the younger generations of various sects.

In their eyes, the battle that decides the winner in an instant like before, and it is far less interesting than the current one.

For those elite children, it actually feels a little boring.

After those fierce confrontations before, there was such a competition all of a sudden, which made people a little unable to react.

Among the disciples of the various peaks, many of them showed ridicule and disdain.

Breaking into the sword gall does not choose the mountain, it turns out to be such a kind of goods.

As the battle between the two has been lengthening, some people have shown impatience, thinking that they are wasting their time.

Dozens of breaths.

A cup of tea.

A stick of incense.

Half an hour.

When the two of them fought for dozens of breaths, some people felt impatient, some people felt bored after fighting for a cup of tea, many people faced it squarely after fighting a stick of incense, and after fighting for half an hour, many people were surprised.

Normally, the Sword Guts Realm Sword Yuan is not strong, and it can't support long-term consumption at all, even if it has been in the Sword Guts for many years, and the enemy against people is also concerned about quick battles.

After all, the sword gall is not a sword pill, and it has been a long time to be able to make a cup of tea, and it seems that the two of them have been fighting for half an hour, but they still do not see the decline, which is not simple.

The older generation watching the battle on the sword boat had already seen that both of them had not long entered the Sword Guts Realm, and the methods of the imperial sword were a little rusty.

But the more this is the case, the longer the two have been fighting, it is enough to attract their attention.

Many of the disciples of the various peaks put away their mockery.

Take this and that.

None of them thought that such a Edgeworth match would last so long.

With such a strong sword element, is this really just entering the sword guts realm?

The chatter around the gimbal gradually started.

And Lang Ping and Wu Ziqi, who were in the middle of the battle, didn't care about these.

After watching the previous battles, both of them understood that they were not their opponents, and if they wanted not to lose face and show what they had learned, the two of them were opponents of each other, which was the best choice.

Therefore, the two of them controlled the flying sword wholeheartedly and fought extremely seriously.

Ning Baifeng looked at the two of them thoughtfully.

When everyone felt that the battle would continue to be fierce, the two of them shocked everyone again.

When the two swords staggered past each other and stabbed each other in the left chest, neither of them dodged this time.

Wu Ziqi stretched out the finger of the sword in his left hand, and the sword came out half a foot and hit the flying sword, and then he let out a clear roar, and his right hand waved suddenly.

The blade formed by a strong wind slashed towards Lang Ping in the distance.

Lang Ping, who was in the same situation, let the flying sword pierce his shoulder and pushed it out with one palm.

The air in front of Lang Ping was immediately deformed, thick as a shield.

In an instant, the invisible sword and shield hit the strong wind blade like a tide, shattering the blade, and then crashing into Wu Ziqi's body.

The ferocious force immediately knocked Wu Ziqi out, vomiting blood, and fell into the sea of clouds below.

Many people were stunned by the sudden battle.

"Help!"

Jiang Feng let out an angry shout and rushed towards Wu Ziqi below.

Ning Baifeng flew up, caught Lang Ping, who was about to fall, and brought him to the sword boat.

Lang Ping covered his left shoulder, ignoring the injury, and asked urgently, "How is Senior Brother Wu?"

It just so happened that Jiang Feng also sent Wu Ziqi over.

Wu Ziqi, who had a blood stain on his chest, coughed and reluctantly smiled: "I can't die." ”

Lang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Receiving Jiang Feng's prompt, someone immediately came over and wanted to send the two down for treatment.

Lang Ping waved his hand and said, "Just give me some medicine, I haven't seen the competition yet." ”

Wu Ziqi has learned from him.

The division commander who came here to rescue was helpless, so he took out two medicine bottles from his sleeve, and after treating them separately, he flew away.

Wei walked over, took out a brocade box from his arms, took out two pills and handed them to the two.

Ning Baifeng motioned for Lang Ping and Wu Ziqi to accept it.

At this point, the matter is over.

In this competition, it can be said that there is no winner.

Because judging from the situation of the two, it is basically impossible to continue to participate in the follow-up debate, even if it is a draw, it is meaningless.

Almost all the eyes of the spectators were looking at this side, but there was no trace of mockery.

"It's ...... Sword intent attack?"

Among the disciples of Shangyang Peak, someone's voice was a little hesitant, and he was not sure of his judgment.

Because of the scene just now, it was hard to believe that two disciples who had obviously just entered the Sword Courage Realm were able to use such a profound method of sword intent attack.

"It's indeed a sword intent attack!"

The person who said this was the eldest disciple of Shangyang Peak, and he was also the personal disciple of Zhuo Xinyuan, the lord of Shangyang Peak, Yue Hanyi.

He was able to judge this way because he could also attack with sword intent, and even in the attack of the two just now, he felt a familiar smell.

Yue Hanyi turned his head and looked at Jiang Feng who had returned to his original position in the distance.

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Since the sword has begun, it will not be easily terminated.

As the left words of the Zhenyue Peak Lord above continued, the glazed tiles in the hands of two more people lit up.

It's just that the next few fights have returned to the rhythm that ends quickly.

The Yuntai sword discussion seems to continue like this.

Until two characters who have attracted attention from all walks of life appear.

The interest in the gimbal was high again.