On the Hongwu platform.

The disciples all looked a little sluggish, and even some of the elders looked solemn.

Jing Chang kept panting, his long shirt had been shattered for some time, and blood slowly overflowed from those dense small wounds, embarrassed.

Li Mubai was still standing in the previous position, smiling playfully, holding a long sword in his right hand, the sword body was extremely long and thin, like a whip.

This competition was not evenly matched as everyone imagined, but more like a massacre with a wide gap.

Because Li Mubai's sword is too fast.

It's so fast that even Jing Chang, who has reached the realm of no distance, can't stop it.

Every time Li Mubai swung his sword, a wound would appear on Jing Chang's body, although the wound was not deep or heavy, but it was more difficult to endure like a soft knife cutting meat.

Many disciples of the North Pavilion were a little angry.

They could see that Li Mubai had the opportunity to end the battle directly early in the morning, but he still adopted this unhurried way, making it clear that he was deliberately humiliating.

Seeing this scene, the Qingluan Peak Lord Li Haiyang showed a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth, the disciple he had worked hard and secretly cultivated for so many years naturally wanted to make a splash in this big competition.

It is really the most beautiful thing to take Jingchang as a good stepping stone in this way, and then sit on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, and sit on the profit of the fisherman.

"No distance from the middle realm. ”

Li Kongxuan said: "I didn't expect that there were such disciples among the eight peaks, Jing Chang lost. ”

Yi Shui'er stood aside and said calmly: "Wait a minute, I will let him pay it back." ”

Another storm of swords.

Jing Chang's right leg was injured by the sword qi, blood splattered everywhere, and he knelt on one knee on the ground with a stumbling stagger, and a bead of blood also appeared on his right cheek, which gradually spread into a blood line.

"You're no match for me. ”

Li Mubai shook his head and smiled: "Admit defeat obediently." ”

Jing Chang ignored it, just silently wiped the blood from his face and stood up tenaciously.

His clothes were almost dyed red, but his eyes were still so tough.

The day before this competition, he personally begged Yi Shui'er to give him this seat.

It's not for the quota of the academy, but just to defeat the disciples of Qingluan Peak in this competition.

No one knows the reason, only Jing Chang himself understands.

All this was just for the conversation in the small courtyard at the foot of Luoyang Peak back then.

If it weren't for that conversation, maybe he wouldn't have been able to break through the dust realm for the rest of his life.

No matter how heinous Lu Shen is said by outsiders, knowing grace has always been the criterion in his heart.

He couldn't save Lu Shen, so he would repay him in another way.

The ancient sword Jiuyang began to slowly float in the air.

Jing Chang's vision was already a little blurry, but he still stretched out his right hand and muttered, "Go." ”

A sword light rushed away.

The momentum was not strong, it did not bring the slightest wave, it suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and then disappeared traces.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Li Mubai shook his head and said.

Bite!

Li Mubai suddenly stood with his hands on his chest, and the next moment, the disappearing ancient sword happened to be blocked by him with his sword body.

"Or too.."

Li Mubai didn't finish speaking, and his face suddenly changed.

Because he found that the power of the ancient sword was getting stronger and stronger, like Mount Tai, unhappy, but with an unstoppable might.

Li Mubai's figure kept retreating, his elbows were bent, and the tip of the ancient sword was less than two inches from his chest.

Jing Chang's face was weak, but his slightly trembling right hand was pointing forward.

"Get out of here!"

Li Mubai suddenly shouted angrily, his face was hideous, and the spiritual power of his whole body gushed out.

The next moment, he finally stabilized his figure.

But that sword hasn't given up yet.

So one man and one sword began to start a tenacious tug-of-war.

Countless people stared at the field, holding their breath and concentrating, and the atmosphere was tense.

I don't know how long it took, but I only heard a bang.

It turned out that Jing Chang fainted, and then the sword also fell to the ground.

The competition is over.

...

Gu Luo Lang said: "In the first game, Li Mubai of Qingluan Peak won. ”

The venue was a little quiet, except for a few disciples of Qingluan Peak, no one cheered, and many people even felt a little pity.

Li Mubai's face was no longer calm, panting slightly, thinking of what happened just now, he actually had a strange palpitation.

Several disciples of the North Pavilion hurriedly carried Jing Chang back to the North Pavilion for treatment.

Gu Luo's face was expressionless, and he casually threw Li Mubai a pill, and the latter hurriedly took it.

Hui Ling Pill, as the name suggests, quickly restores its own spiritual power, and is an extremely rare high-grade elixir.

And Gu Luo, as a referee, acted in public, naturally for the sake of the next thing.

Of course, the selection quota of the Sword Pavilion will not be just four people.

Gu Luo chooses the four strongest disciples among them, but if someone challenges and wins, he can get one of them.

The strong are respected, as long as they are disciples of the four pavilions and eight peaks, they can play.

The Sword Pavilion has always been very fair about the selection of disciples.

Gu Luo slowly glanced at everyone and said, "Can someone come forward to challenge?"

Yi Shui'er stretched and said playfully: "Okay, let's see me go and find a place for Senior Brother Jingchang." ”

She took a light step, and then suddenly her face froze.

At some point, another figure appeared in the field.

Li Yihan said loudly on the big stage: "Li Yihan, a disciple of the West Pavilion, is not talented, so he has come to ask for advice. ”

He had been standing quietly in the crowd of disciples of the West Pavilion from beginning to end, and only then did he appear on the big stage without warning.

Countless people looked at each other.

Although Li Yihan has shown his edge in recent years, after all, he is still just a young disciple who has practiced for less than a few years, how can he fight?

What's more, haven't Xige and Qingluan Peak always been friends?

Chen Yi appeared beside Li Yihan in an instant, his face was expressionless, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't forget your current identity, you are a disciple of the West Pavilion." ”

Li Yihan shook his head with a face and said, "I just want to have a clear conscience." ”

"Don't think I don't know your thoughts, you think that Lu Shen broke Li Haiyang's ancient sword for the three of you, so you owe him a favor. ”

Chen Yi said coldly: "But don't forget, now you are not Li Mubai's opponent at all, purely humiliating yourself, not to mention that you should draw a line with Lu Shen, otherwise how will you gain a foothold in the West Pavilion in the future?"

Chen Yi accentuated his tone, "Do you want your kendo path to be completely cut off here?!"

Li Yihan seemed to have been slapped on the head, and he was stunned for a moment, his face was complicated, and he hesitated.

"Nonsense, come down. ”

Zhang Wei also scolded below.

Li Yihan suddenly felt a gaze, and he subconsciously looked up, and it turned out to be his master Li Xuhai.

"You can't do it yet, come down. ”

Li Qihai's eyes were very calm and his tone was very indifferent, but Li Yihan felt endless pressure.

Li Yihan wanted to speak and stopped, clenched his fists tightly, bowed his head slightly, and stubbornly did not speak.

Everyone was very surprised, they didn't expect that the Pavilion Master of the West Pavilion would speak out in person, and they didn't expect that Li Yihan seemed to dare to resist the decree.

The situation is delicately balanced.

Even Gu Luo just watched this scene calmly and did not urge.

"Go down. ”

Suddenly, another flat voice sounded from Li Yihan's side.

Li Yihan frowned and said, "I don't...."

His words stopped abruptly, abruptly stopped, and then his mouth opened wide with disbelief.

With the same expression as him, there were countless elders and disciples under the Hongwu platform.

"You can't do it yet. ”

The man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let me come." ”