At a flash of green light, Wang Yuntao was already standing on the stage.

Wang Yuntao was about thirty years old, shirtless, and had been playing iron and sword for many years, and his face and shoulders were dark and shiny with the fire.

Holding an unsharpened heavy sword, swarthy and iron-like.

Someone in the audience jumped up and said loudly to Wang Yuntao: "Huanlangzhou Sword Cultivator Ma Chunrong." ”

The audience applauded thunderously.

Yang Xiaotian asked Liu Feixu, only to know that this person was the Tongtian Realm sword cultivator of Huanlangzhou, and the current general of Beida in Heishui Town, Huanlangzhou, with a great military exploit, everyone in Huanlangzhou knew about it.

Ma Chunrong is bitter that his natal flying sword is only a sword with general qualifications, and he has always hoped to get a magic weapon that is more suitable for him, in order to improve his cultivation.

Wang Yuntao nodded and said, "Please advise!"

Ma Chunrong shouted, the long sword came to him, waved his right hand, and dragged the flying sword towards Wang Yuntao.

The flying sword carried the sound of wind and thunder, lightning and thunder, and rushed towards Wang Yuntao, Wang Yuntao waved the heavy sword with one hand, towards the sword body, like striking iron on weekdays, and smashed it vertically, and the flying sword trembled.

But all cultivators, when they arrive at the Tribulation Realm, will begin to choose the right blade as their natal object, which is integrated with their body and mind, easier to control, and more powerful, but if the natal object is damaged, they will also be greatly harmed.

As the flying sword trembled, Ma Chunrong only felt that his heart was beating violently, knowing that if he didn't do it with all his might, if he continued like this, he would inevitably end up with a broken sword and death.

Ma Chunrong recalled the flying sword, gathered momentum, and used the "Kurong Swordsmanship" that accompanied him countless times from birth to death and brought him supreme glory.

One year old and one withered, the spring breeze blows and grows.

Infinite sword intent, pervading the sky.

Ma Chunrong pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the sword intent in the sky swept towards Wang Yuntao.

The sword intent was fierce, and Wang Yuntao no longer swung the heavy sword at will.

The flowing water washes the sand, the sword collapses, layer after layer, the monstrous waves, and the quicksand rolls.

Ma Chunrong's sword intent is getting weaker and weaker.

The turbid waves carried the wild sand and rolled sword intent to Ma Chunrong.

Seeing that Ma Chunrong was about to be hooded by the overwhelming sword intent, suddenly, the sword intent disappeared, and the turbid waves and wild sand slowly receded.

"Admit it!" Wang Yuntao inserted his heavy sword in front of him, and his hands were folded in his sleeves.

Ma Chunrong said gloomily: "Thank you for your mercy!" After speaking, he turned around and was about to walk off the stage.

Wang Yuntao stopped and said, "Brother Ma, stay and stay." ”

Ma Chunrong turned around and said angrily: "Brother Wang, what else do you have any advice?"

"Brother Ma, don't be angry, Brother Ma can go to the armory and choose a sword by himself. ”

Ma Chunrong was pleasantly surprised and stunned on the spot.

Someone in the audience was not happy, and asked loudly: "Didn't you say that you can only get a sword if you win a battle?" Ma Chunrong is obviously no match for you, why can you get a gifted sword. ”

Yang Xiaotian followed the prestige, and it turned out that the person who asked the question was the eagle-eyed man he met at the restaurant in Yongle Town.

Ma Chunrong's face turned red and he didn't know how to answer.

Wang Yuntao said: "I admire General Ma as a person. Although General Ma has been fighting all year round and is invincible, he has never done anything such as slaughtering the city, burying the soldiers in the pit, and every time he captures the city, he treats the people well, such a Confucian general, why not if I give him a sword?"

Yang Xiaotian nodded slightly in the audience, the butcher of Xixiang Kingdom killed hundreds of thousands of people in the pit during the day, and Ran Feiyu, the killing god of Shihu Kingdom, slaughtered 300,000 people overnight, although it was widely spread among countries and was terrifying, but the young man did not admire it at all, what is the difference between such behavior and the cannibal demon clan.

Every time he heard Mr. Storyteller talk about these battles, the boy told himself that he would meet them one day, and told them that it was wrong.

The eagle-eyed man argued: "There are always dead and wounded in war, and murder is inevitable, what is there to admire." ”

Wang Yuntao shouted: "What is the difference between killing unarmed civilians and killing soldiers and the actions of the demons?"

The old man with a rosacea nose beside him hurriedly grabbed the eagle-eyed man and told him to shut up.

Ma Chunrong bowed and thanked Wang Yuntao and walked off the stage.

Wang Yuntao clasped his hands around his chest and said, "Please the next one!"

watched the first competition, and everyone in the audience knew that Wang Yuntao's cultivation was profound, and they all had the same thoughts: whoever plays first will suffer. They all wanted to wait for others to consume Wang Yuntao's spiritual power before playing.

After a long time, the second person came to the competition.

This person is a wild cultivator who has no door and no faction in the Wind Shadow Country of Zhaoyang Continent, and he is also in the Heavenly Realm, making a strange weapon like a sword and a knife, and he fought with Wang Yuntao for more than a hundred rounds and was still defeated.

Immediately afterwards, the audience enthusiastically came on.

An hour or two passed, and there were four more battles in succession, except for a sword cultivator from Ziling Continent who won Wang Yuntao's move, the others were all defeated.

The fight continues.

Yang Xiaotian in the audience looked attentive, since learning the sword, the young man has not really competed, at this time, watching the sword on the stage, each using his magical powers, comparing what he has learned, he has a faint understanding in his heart.

Concubine Liu looked at Yang Xiaotian's side face, and said with a smile: "Brother Yang is so fascinated, why don't you go on stage and try it later!"

Liu Feixu and Li Mu both smiled and agreed, pushing Yang Xiaotian to go up.

Yang Xiaotian waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I have such a little effort, I don't want to give Wang Daxia a step when I go up, not to mention that I don't need a sword, Senior Yan has already given me his Chixia." ”

Liu Feixu was surprised: "The last time you took out the sword, I didn't pay attention to it, but I didn't expect it to be Chixia." Chixia Sword, ranked eleventh on the list of divine soldiers, Yan Daxia actually gave him to you, it seems that he has a good eye for you!"

Yang Xiaotian smiled and nodded, and continued to watch the competition on the stage.

I don't know when, Yan Chixia came to the four of them, shook his head and said: "Now the sword cultivation in the world of Jiuzhou is so bad, after so many battles, there is a holy boss, it seems that I overestimated." If I had known, I would have asked Gongsun Mu to arrange for the old man to go up. How is this good, I can't send a sword if I want to. ”

Liu Feiyi pursed her lips and said: "It's not easy for the seniors to send the sword, just ask Wang Daxia to let them." ”

Yan Chixia still shook his head and said, "What's the point of that!"

looked at Yang Xiaotian, who was infatuated, and slapped him on the shoulder.

Yang Xiaotian was startled, saw that it was Yan Chixia, and asked, "When did the seniors come?"

Yan Chixia didn't answer, and asked, "Boy, do you want to go up and try it?"

"I'm not Wang Daxia's opponent. ”

"Didn't you say that you want to be a Great Sword Immortal? Now you don't even dare to go up, how can you do a Great Sword Immortal!"

Seeing that Yang Xiaotian was silent, Yan Chixia said: "Heaven and earth, just a sword." If you want to be a sword immortal, you must have an indomitable sword intent, even if you are an immortal Buddha in front of you, what are you afraid of, a sword stabbing out is, the avenue is long, if you don't even have the courage to make a move, how far can you go?"

"Unstoppable, a sword stabs!" the young man's heart moved.

Yang Xiaotian said resolutely: "Then I'll go up." ”

Concubine Liu said excitedly: "I have infinite confidence in Brother Yang, so I'm waiting to see Brother Yang perform." ”

Yang Xiaotian smiled and did not answer.

Yan Chixia said: "Stinky boy, as long as you can make a hundred moves under Wang Yuntao and not be knocked down, I will give you a set of talisman robes." Don't underestimate this robe, it has the blessing of the rune master's runes on it, and it can resist the blow of the cultivator of the Heavenly Realm, and the robe is added, and the cultivator of the five mirrors in the lower five realms can easily not hurt you. ”

Concubine Liu said happily: "It's so powerful." Senior Yan, why don't you give it to Brother Yang to wear now. ”

Yan Chixia laughed and said, "Ghost spirits." He still took out the robe from the mustard seed and handed it to Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian stretched out his hand to take it, took off his cyan robe and put it on.

The cyan robe was covered outside, and no one could see it at all.

Yang Xiaotian bowed and said gratefully: "Thank you seniors, seniors are so good to me." ”

Yan Chixia stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.

At this time, the victory or defeat on the stage was already obvious, although Wang Yuntao had lost most of his spiritual power in several battles in a row, but the other party was still not an opponent, only the ability to parry.

Wang Yuntao suddenly shouted.

The wind is surging, and the sand is all over the sky.

On the other side, Jian Xiu couldn't bear the coercion and conceded defeat.

Wang Yuntao retracted the offensive, looked at the audience proudly and said, "Who else?"

As soon as the words fell, a young man flew onto the stage, holding a sword in a green shirt and with a graceful demeanor.

"Junior Yang Xiaotian, I implore Wang Daxia to teach me!"