The morning sun is rising, and the top of the mountain is full of golden light.

The Huashan Sword Debate officially began, and each of the nine major sects occupied one side and sat down around the newly built ring. The rest of the righteous sects watched from behind the surroundings to make a verification for this Huashan sword debate. After all, the battle of righteousness and demons mainly depends on the nine major sects, so this time Huashan is discussing swords, and only the people of the nine major sects can participate in the ring competition, and win or lose with martial arts.

Of course, the Nine Great Sects also invited Bai Xiaofeng, the head of Tianji Pavilion, Bai Xiaofeng, who had just been promoted to the head of Tsing Yi Building, to record this martial arts grand occasion.

"Senior Brother Zhao, that person is the monk Mingjue, the master of the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple, and the people of the rivers and lakes are called the Holy Hand of Great Compassion. The fat Taoist surnamed Yang pointed to a yellow-robed monk who was about half a hundred years old and secretly reminded Zhao Shiquan.

Zhao Shiquan nodded and said, "This person is indeed a strong opponent. He then set his eyes on a gray-clothed Taoist from the Huashan faction: "And the Ren madman of the Huashan faction, if you meet this person, admit defeat as soon as possible." ”

The people in Wudang were talking in a low voice, and suddenly one person jumped into the ring and said loudly: "Zhuge Cong, dare to come up and fight!"

The man's face was as yellow as burnt, and he looked as if he was sick, but he spoke with a lot of energy. The eyes are cold, like jackals, tigers and leopards. Zhao Shiquan was slightly surprised, he knew this person, it was Shao Wu of the Kongtong faction, and the Five Thunder Soul Breaking Knife in one hand was also famous in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that when did he and Zhuge Cong of the Qingcheng faction have a holiday, and they couldn't wait to invite the battle so eagerly?

In the Qingcheng faction, a man with a green scarf on his head stood up. He has a slender figure, a face as white as jade, a short beard under his jaw, and a cloud crane pattern robe, but he looks like a beautiful man, it is Zhuge Cong, who is known as a white-faced Taoist.

Zhuge Cong stepped out in one step, like walking on the clouds, like real and illusory, and everyone almost couldn't fathom his figure. In an instant, he came to the ring, which was the peerless light step of the Qingcheng faction.

This provoked a burst of applause from everyone, what a light effort!

"Shao Wu, it seems that the sword from three years ago didn't make you suffer. Zhuge Cong smiled lightly: "Why, three years of cultivation are sure to beat the poor Dao?"

The cold light in Shao Wu's eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "Today is to avenge that sword!"

The conversation between the two of them, although it also made everyone understand why Shao Wu found this Qingcheng faction, it turned out that there was already a feud between the two. But some of the older generation of righteous people couldn't help frowning slightly, the battle between the righteous and the demons hadn't started yet, why did they start infighting?

Zhuge Cong shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed again, Poor Dao won't let you go." ”

Shao Wu held the knife in both hands, and said, "Please advise!"

Although the two sides have grievances that are not over, they are all from famous families, and there is still a little bit of courtesy, Zhuge Cong also hurriedly replied: "Please!"

Zhuge Cong asked for a word, and almost shot at the same time!

Zhuge Cong's swordsmanship is similar to the Taiyuan swordsmanship of the Wudang School, and they are both extremely fast. As soon as his long sword came out, there was a sudden cold light, and a sword turned into countless sword shadows, really like a cold wave sweeping the ground, and the angry tide swept into the air, like a surging river.

It is the Sixty-Four Yuntao Sword Technique of the Qingcheng School.

This swordsmanship is fast and fast, and it is good at attacking and defending, and the enemy will be caught off guard if he is not careful.

Shao Wu once fought against Zhuge Cong, and he also knew a thing or two about Zhuge Cong's swordsmanship. Therefore, he did not retreat but advanced, trying to fight hard. Because his sword technique is the Five Thunder Soul Breaking Knife, which is as powerful as thunder, as fast as lightning, and extremely strong.

The two of them have a sword and a sword, staggered with each other, the figures are flying, and the silver light is flying, even if the Huashan faction has long let people pave the ring with diamond marble, it is also full of sword marks and sword marks at this time.

This made some of the second- and third-rate sects all frightened when they saw it, this is the prestige of the first-class masters of the nine major sects?

"Senior Brother Miao, who do you say will win and who will lose in the end?" Zhao Shiquan said with a smile.

Senior Brother Miao hadn't spoken yet, and Senior Brother Yang said with a smile: "Although the Five Thunder Soul Breaking Sword of the Kongtong Sect is extremely domineering, Zhuge Cong's swordsmanship is no worse than him, not to mention that Zhuge Cong's ethereal steps are more than one step better than Shao Wu's. As long as Zhuge Cong grasps the opportunity, Shao Wu has almost no chance of winning. ”

"I also agree with Senior Brother Yang's opinion. Senior Brother Miao said, "However, Zhuge Cong seems to be a little underestimated. ”

"Senior Brother Miao really has a unique vision, Zhuge is smart and can fight with him, but he confronts him head-on, and he is indeed a light enemy. In my opinion, in the end, Shao Wu's chances of winning are still a few points more. Zhao Shiquan smiled, but there was a trace of vigilance in his heart, this Senior Brother Miao was no worse than him in terms of knowledge and eyesight, if it weren't for the fact that he had realized the Flying Crane Sword in the Feathered Three Immortal Swords, this person was afraid that he would be a great enemy competing for the position of the head of the family.

As for the other senior brothers, Zhao Shiquan didn't take it to heart.

"Boom—"

It was like thunder on the ground, violent and loud, and Shao Wu's voice also came from afar: "One thunder is deaf, and the second thunder is blind...... His sword light was one after another, like a thunderbolt in the sky, and the sword light was as bright as electricity, and it actually tore apart Zhuge Cong's sword shadow one after another.

"Three thunders are sad, and four thunders are dead...... Five Thunders Break the Soul!"

Five sword lights, like five thunders!

Zhuge Cong's expression changed drastically, the sword light in his hand was confused, and the green scarf on his head was also quietly scattered, and his head was full of green silk flying, so he was not embarrassed!

"I throw in the towel!"

Zhuge Cong's face turned red, but in the end, his life was still at stake, so he had to bow down.

He admitted defeat, even if Shao Wu had the intention to take this opportunity to seriously injure him, he had to give up. After all, Huashan is a righteous gathering, and they are all people in the same way, and the competition is up to the point. Whoever dares to maliciously hurt people will not only lose the face of the sect for no reason, but will also be suppressed by the rest of the sect.

"Accept!" Shao Wu's face turned slightly pale, the chain of five thunder knives just now was extremely damaging to his true qi.

"Senior Brother Shao's martial arts are amazing, Qiao was itchy for a while, and he hoped that Senior Brother Shao would give him advice. The Qingcheng faction lost a game, so naturally they were unwilling, and Qiao Murong, who was known as the Qingfeng swordsman, immediately entered the ring and sent an invitation to fight against the Kongtong faction.

Although Shao Wu won a game by luck, he was not complacent. Seeing that it was Qiao Murong, a Qingfeng swordsman, who was on the field, he didn't want to think about it, so he was willing to admit defeat and give up the competition. After all, he and Zhuge Cong were only fighting for righteousness, and he didn't expect to be elected as the leader of the alliance.

Now it is enough to win glory for his own sect. He admitted defeat, and Qiao Murong couldn't force him to compete. I had to look towards the Nine Great Sects, and finally my eyes fell on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

Although Qingcheng Mountain and Longhu Mountain both revere Zhang Tianshi, they are not closely related.

Because Zhang Tianshi first preached in Qingcheng Mountain, and then his fourth-generation grandson Zhang Sheng moved the Taoist gate to Longhu Mountain, and since then Longhu Mountain has become orthodox. As a result, Qingcheng and Dragon Tiger all consider themselves to be Taoist ancestors, and there has always been no shortage of disputes.

"Which senior brother from Longhu Mountain came down to instruct!" Qiao Murong arched his hand.

"Poor Dao will meet you for a while!" This person was wearing a gossip robe, holding a stainless steel long sword, and he was the Taoist of Li Yungong of the Dragon and Tiger Sect.

As soon as the two came on the field, they did not greet each other, and the two sides fought together after saluting.

Qiao Murong practiced the Thirteen Swords of the Pine Wind of the Qingcheng Sect, so he was called the Qingfeng Swordsman. At this time, the sword technique was displayed like a breeze, it looked simple, but it was unpredictable, and the sword blade appeared in front of Li Yungong in an instant.

"Ding—"

The two sword lights collided, making a crisp sound.

Qiao Murong was slightly startled, he never expected Li Yungong's swordsmanship to be so accurate, directly blocking his untraceable sword. His expression couldn't help but be solemn, and he took a long breath of true qi, and suddenly the sword light unfolded wantonly, blooming with a thousand points and hundreds of cold lights.

If Qiao Murong was just a temptation just now, and the sword was like a light wind, then this moment was a real wind.

It's fierce, it's fast, and it's extremely tricky.

His sword was as furious as the wind, and as pervasive as the wind. Sometimes attacking the top of Li Yungong, and then attacking his lower body, it is mysterious and abnormal.

If other first-class masters are afraid that they will be caught off guard by his sudden outburst, they will be at a disadvantage. But Li Yungong didn't come to power for him as a foil, and in an instant, his sword light also rushed up brutally.

"Turning the clouds and raining ......"

Li Yungong practiced the Fulong swordsmanship of Longhu Mountain, and the sword light was like a dragon. At this time, the sword light together, suddenly like a dragon soaring into the air, Shi Yun spread rain, sweeping the entire world.

The swords of both of them were getting faster and faster, but Qiao Murong's heart was sinking more and more.

Although Li Yungong's sword was not as fast as his, it was extremely accurate. Qiao Murong stabbed out dozens of swords in a short period of time, but they were all intercepted by Li Yungong one by one, and he even had the strength to counterattack Qiao Murong.

If it weren't for Qiao Murong's swordsmanship being exquisite, he would have already been defeated.

Despite this, Qiao Murong became more and more calm. Just when Li Yungong intercepted his sword again. Suddenly, another cold sword light erupted from Qiao Murong's body. Qiao Murong held the sword in both hands, gently sent it forward, and stabbed Li Yungong in the chest.

"What?"

Everyone in the ring was shocked!

Zhao Shiquan was also slightly surprised: "There is a sword hidden in the sword, what a Qingfeng swordsman!"

Everyone didn't expect that there was such a secret move in Qiao Murong's Pine Wind Thirteen Swords. Many Daoists on Dragon and Tiger Mountain also changed their faces one after another, and Li Yungong was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with this sword.

And Zhuge Cong, who had just retreated, couldn't help but be not happy when he saw this sword, but showed a trace of doubt. There is no such sword style in the Thirteen Swords of Songfeng, where did Senior Brother Qiao learn this kind of swordsmanship. Only the withered nest Taoist who was invited to do the verification muttered: "This seems to be a bit like the legendary white ape offering longevity peaches." ”

It is known that in the past, Situ Xuankong, a white ape Taoist, created a longitudinal golden light, one of the four great light martial arts, but few people knew that the white ape Taoist also passed down a white ape swordsmanship. Once, Yue Nu A Qing learned the white ape swordsmanship and broke three thousand Yue armor with a bamboo sword.

And Qiao Murong's sword just now was the "White Ape Offering Life Peach" in the White Ape Sword Technique.

When Li Yungong intercepted the long sword, Qiao Murong pulled out the thin sword in the sword and stabbed it straight into Li Yungong's chest, just like a white ape offering a longevity peach.

Li Yungong suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and couldn't help stepping on the seven stars, and used the "step gang to fight". The true qi of the whole body was condensed into Gang, slightly blocking Qiao Murong's sword, but after all, it failed to reach the realm of Ye Xipeng's three qi penetrating the three talents of heaven, earth and man, infinite and immeasurable, and it was bound to become a mixed element.

Qiao Murong's sword only paused slightly, and instantly pierced his qi and stayed in his chest.