In winter, snow seeps into the soil, either like goose feathers or embroidery needles. The vegetation is more lush, indicating that early spring has arrived.

The quasi-holy fight is finally about to begin.

The 3,000-seat stands are now a bit crowded, and the breeze doesn't take away the heat at all.

The disciples of the Far Mountain Sect all stopped their homework and came here in anticipation.

Of course, the most interesting thing is undoubtedly the elders and disciples of the various sect and dynasty forces who came to watch the battle, this big test is different from usual, it seems to be more concerned, gathering people from all the famous and decent sects in Yuzhou, Middle Earth, and even the Peach Blossom Spring, which has never been concerned about the world, has sent representatives.

The protagonist of today's battle has not yet appeared, and the disciples in the stands have no choice but to chat, so it is not lively.

"Look at the man with the long knife on his back over there, I heard that he is the deputy master of the Shengping Gate, and he has already achieved the Canghai Realm after only four hundred years of cultivation. ”

"That is the rumored monk Jidian who does not abide by the precepts, tsk, if this is the case, you see that he still has a wine gourd hanging around his waist. ”

"Hanlin Academy is also here, it is Han Xiaobai, it is said that he is the youngest scholar of Hanlin Academy, and he is also expected to become a Confucian saint in the future. ”

There are also people who take ink pens and blank paper, write one name after another on them, and constantly deduce various results, and there will be numbers behind these names, which is why gamblers are nervous about it.

Luo Yuetong sat in the stands, looking out of the arena, her face was a little anxious, not only her, but the disciples on the nineteenth floor were all worried.

She stood up and glanced at the entrance, there were people everywhere, there were no disciples who could find a seat, standing in the open space, and she couldn't see Chen Anzhi's figure at all.

Mu Ruyi came here, she also looked around, frowning, she didn't like to be lively, especially with unfamiliar people, and she was even more reluctant to go to crowded places, because it would attract a lot of attention, those sights made her feel like she was locked in a cage, and the sight around her would make her uncomfortable.

So she came late, and stood on the road at the entrance, looking far away, but fortunately she could see the situation on the stone platform.

But there was a person who came later than her, staggering down the road.

Mu Ruyi turned around when she heard the footsteps and said, "You're too late." ”

Chen Anzhi looked at the crowd in front of him, shook his head and said, "It's not too late, it hasn't started yet." ”

Mu Ruyi glanced at the sword on Chen Anzhi's waist, frowned, and said, "Do you want to use a sword?"

Chen Anzhi thought for a while, "It's okay." ”

Mu Ruyi untied the snow-white long sword tied to his back and handed it to him, "Master wants to see you, today's big test is over." ”

"I'll go. Chen Anzhi took the long sword, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and removed the red sword spike on Mu Chun's sword hilt and replaced it with Mu Ruyi's sword hilt.

The girl put her hands around her chest, looking at Chen Anzhi's movements and a little puzzled, but after these days of getting along, she is also used to it.

"Then I'll go, Miss Mu. ”

Chen Anzhi shook the sword in his hand, slightly sensed the little aura he had absorbed on the nineteenth floor last night, and turned around and walked forward.

The snow-white sword in his hand is decorated with a plum-red sword spike on the hilt.

Mu Ruyi stood behind him.

Under the east fence is one of the elders of the town building of the Sword Washing Building, and he is also a powerful person in the Yuanshan Sect, just and just, just and upright, this is his most admirable place, so in the past hundred years, the quasi-saint has always been in charge of the referee, and the Sword Washing Building is not subordinate to the nineteenth floor, which also indirectly avoids some unnecessary troubles.

Dong Liang walked to the center of the stone platform, stopped, and the surrounding voices gradually subsided, he looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the side of the white jade platform, "The second round of the Yuanshan Sect Great Test is about to begin." ”

The first to take the stage was naturally Jin Zhimu on the first floor.

Although he doesn't like to practice, but after all, he is talented, and his progress is naturally not small, he is only sixteen years old in a few years, and he is already at the second level of the Transformation Realm, even in the face of the monks who have transformed into three spirits, he has the strength to fight.

After burying himself in books for many years, this young man lost a little bit of grandeur and had a little more book business, first saluted Bai Yutai, and then stood in the middle of the field, condensing the aura to the highest point.

"Tut-tut, why did this little guy just enter the Far Mountain Sect. Last night, the scholar among the cliffs was amazed, with some regret in his tone, and turned his head to the head of the Yuanshan Sect and said: "This kind of heart, if you enter the Hanlin Academy, you may be able to become a generation of scholars in a few years." ”

The head of the Far Mountain Sect was expressionless, ignoring Han Xiaobai's words.

Monk Jidian, who was drinking heavily, burped and joked with a smile: "Those old guys from your Hanlin Academy know how to pretend to be deep, but in fact, there is no ink in their stomachs. ”

Separated by two people, Han Xiaobai smiled and said, "Old monk, do you want the two of us to fight first and add a lot of color to this big test?"

The swordsman of Shengping Gate crossed his hands on his chest, and his face was indifferent, "Why don't you count me in?"

At this moment, there was a small commotion somewhere in the stands, and when I looked down, I saw a figure in white walking slowly, which was not like participating in the competition, but more like a leisurely walk.

Luo Yuetong's tense face finally eased a little, and she looked at someone who was not in a hurry or impatient with a little complaint.

"Is that him?" Luo Sanqian muttered with a little playfulness in his gaze.

Chen Anzhi came to the field, and countless lines of sight fell.

There are doubts, puzzles, and ridicule, but more of curiosity.

What is curious is that Chen Anzhi is too mysterious, and the time he has entered the nineteenth floor is still short, so he participated in the big test.

What puzzled him was the sword in his hand, it was Mu Ruyi's sword, but now it was in Chen Anzhi's hand.

Dong Lixia was indifferent to this, and said expressionlessly: "Try to compare, point to point." ”

In one sentence, there are two meanings.

For Jin Zhimu, that is the point to the end, don't be red-eyed, you really have to hurt the other party.

For Chen Anzhi, the point is to surrender when it is time to surrender, and not to be reckless.

In the old man's heart, this competition has already been decided, and Chen Anzhi can't do it.

In every sense, not very well.

Jin Zhimu nodded.

Chen Anzhi raised his eyebrows.

On the white jade platform.

Han Xiaobai looked at the two people in the field, and suddenly said, "Old monk, should we come to make a bet?"

Monk Jidian asked, "What are you betting on?"

Han Xiaobai smiled habitually, revealing his bright and neat teeth, he leaned back in the chair, tilted his head, smiled playfully, and said: "If I win by pressing Jin Zhimu, I will bet on the two hundred catties of good wine in your wine gourd." ”

Monk Jidian glanced at the face of the head of the Yuanshan Sect, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will bet on that little guy named Chen Anzhi, but I want the golden silk nan bamboo armor you hid." ”

Han Xiaobai's face turned dark, and he said dissatisfiedly: "You old guy has already cultivated the Vajra body, what else do you want me to do with my Nan Bamboo Armor?"

Monk Ji Dian grinned, "Isn't my apprentice still uncultivated to the Vajra body, besides, are you afraid?"

"Phew, bet on it. After Han Xiaobai fought between heaven and man, he agreed.

Jin Zhimu and Chen Anzhi stood three feet apart.

Walking out of the stone platform under the east fence, Jin Zhimu was silent for a while and asked, "What realm are you in now?"

Chen Anzhi thought about it and weighed the aura in the spiritual sea, but the size of the tea cup was probably the same as the transformation of a spirit, so he said: "It should be about a transformation, I can't tell the difference." ”

Jin Zhimu hugged his fists and said, "I will not show mercy to my subordinates." ”

Chen Anzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "That's the best." ”

The flying sword broke through the air, a sword light illuminated, and the speed suddenly increased, dragging the remnant of the Dao, heading straight for Chen Anzhi.

Chen Anzhi didn't really want to hold the sword to compete, not because he was disgusted, but because Mu Ruyi's sword was a little light, the hilt was a little short, and it was not as sharp as picking leaves, anyway, it was not smooth.

Before, in Shenkeng Village and Langxi River, there was not much aura left in his body, and he couldn't resist the sword, so he had to hold the sword to fight, but now he has more aura, although only a little, but the sword is enough.

So Chen Anzhi lowered his head, let go of his hand, and watched the snow-white long sword fall in the air.

Jin Zhimu looked at the other party and had no movement, he had some doubts, and just about to recall the long sword, he saw Chen Anzhi's let go of his hand, and stopped the flying sword at the moment, and the cyan long sword paused in the air for a moment.

"Ding~"

A white line collided with the cyan long sword, making a very crisp sound.

Chen Anzhi looked at the snow-white long sword that fell in front of him, frowned, and was still a little dissatisfied, in his impression, this sword should have directly knocked Jin Yimu's sword flying, but the reality was that after the two swords intersected, they both flew back upside down.

The difference was that Jin Yumu's sword floated in front of him, while Mu Ruyi's sword landed on the stone platform in front of Chen An.

This blow seems to be a high and low decision.

The disciples who participated in the underground gambling house in the stands, who had suppressed Jin Zhimu's victory, smiled comfortably, as if they had seen Bai Huahua's silver thinking about beckoning to him.

Chen Anzhi still didn't move, he looked at the long sword lying on the ground, frowning as straight as a mountain peak, very unhappy.

He began to wonder what was going on.

What's going on?

The aura is enough to resist the flying sword.

Mu Ruyi's sword is naturally also a good sword.

Could it be that I haven't had Edgeworth for too long?

That's how it should be.

Chen Anzhi thought for a while, in fact, it wasn't too long, but he stayed there, full of flaws.

But Jin Zhimu didn't take the opportunity to be embarrassed, he said calmly: "Can you continue?"

Chen Anzhi raised his head and looked at Jin Zhimu, and said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, please continue." ”

"You scholars are really humble gentlemen. Monk Jidian squeezed his eyebrows and teased Han Xiaobai.

Han Xiaobai's face was embarrassed, and he said unhappily: "What is this little guy thinking?

The milky white aura wrapped in the cyan long sword flew away, and with the slight movement of Jin Zhimu's gesture, the flying sword also changed, like a blue and white long snake, swaying its body.

Chen Anzhi finally moved, to be precise, the snow-white long sword on the ground moved, suspended in mid-air, the red spike of the sword hilt trembled slightly, and suddenly turned into a slender lightning, and the blade of the sword pointed at the blue and white long snake.

Where the light cracked, two flying swords, one green and one white.

The tip of the sword is no more than a millimeter.

But it's such a coincidence.

It's like the tip of a needle against a wheat, competing with each other.

Chen Anzhi glanced at it, and a rare thick smile appeared on his face, it seemed that he had not moved a flying sword for too long, and he would make such a low-level mistake.

Just now, he used his aura to resist the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the green snake three inches, which was also the spine of the sword, and he wanted to knock Jin Yumu's flying sword away, but it was just a mistake, but he happened to reach the tip of the sword.

So he suddenly felt a little happy, this feeling was like a scholar who was familiar with the world's books, and suddenly his brain was confused, and he forgot how to write the word 'one', how could it make people unhappy.

Jin Zhimu frowned and looked at Chen Anzhi who was smiling to himself, "I'm serious about making a move." ”

Chen Anzhi understood what he meant and said, "I'm also doing my best." ”

Jin Zhimu stood quietly, didn't say anything more, but the momentum on his body suddenly turned to the side, he pinched the trick with one hand, and the shadow of the long sword was so strong that it actually divided into six long swords and spread them out, and immediately split out six sword qi.

Six mighty winds rose from the stone platform, stirring up dust and chasing the wind.

Chen Anzhi put the sword in his hand and retreated, swept away to the right, Jin Zhimu's long sword turned around, and the sword qi split out, chasing Chen Anzhi's figure.

Looking at Jin Zhimu, Chen Anzhi tilted his head slightly, not even looking at the sword qi, but the hand holding the sword was charged in front of his chest, and then suddenly stabbed out towards the sword qi.

The long sword in his hand condensed the aura, rushed out from the tip of the sword in a spiral, tearing and roaring in the air, crushing the air flow, and shocking the sword qi trembled, this time, the menacing sword qi was stabbed open by him, turning into stars falling snow white.

Chen Anzhi sighed and said, "If you only have righteous and bright sword moves, I'm afraid you won't be able to win against me." ”

Jin Zhimu said in remembrance: "A few days ago, you told me to be happy, I didn't figure it out at the time, but then I finally understood something. ”

Chen Anzhi held the sword and had no expression.

"So. Before the words fell, Jin Zhimu suddenly had a long sword in his hand and rushed forward, "I'm a little different from before. ”

Chen Anzhi did not advance or retreat, holding the long sword, and suddenly swung a sword.

"Zheng~"

The blade was handed over, Jin Zhimu's sword was missed by three inches, he shook his wrist lightly, and the cyan long sword circled in the air to outline the aura, and there was a trace of sword qi like a thin needle spraying out, and it was as fast as lightning when it went.

The sound of gold and stone colliding is like the ding dong of falling rain, endless.

The qi in Chen An's spiritual sea gushed out, and a touch of spiritual energy attached to the sword body, instantly enlarged by about a foot, although it was not big, it was enough to withstand those drizzling sword qi.

At this moment, Jin Yumu's empty wrist, index finger and middle finger were brought together, and he quietly hooked back.

A little cold came first, and then a small sword revealed the cold.

The speed was so fast that it was a little too late to dodge when Chen Anyi was called, and he hurriedly turned sideways and stretched out a hand.

Scarlet blood snaked its way along the blade and dripped down the tip to the ground.

Chen Anzhi felt a sharp pain in his palm, but the one-foot small sword was held in his hand, the sharp blade cut through the skin, and the faint blue light stained blood, he sighed slightly, "You are different, but it is different from what I thought." ”

He spat out a turbid breath, and only now did he recall the six sword qi just now, presumably this small sword had been hidden in it before, ready to attack.

In the final analysis, he was still too light on the enemy, saying that he was just a mortal, but in his heart he still thought that he was an invincible great sword immortal, coupled with the previous contest with Fugui, that victory made him feel even more powerful, but he forgot that the other party had never used aura at all.

And now, this hidden little sword can be said to have given him a blow to the head.

It's just that there is no time for him to reflect on himself, Jin Zhimu quickly turned into a green rainbow and shot towards Chen Anzhi, Chen Anzhi slashed at the blade of the sword, and a piercing sound erupted.

Jin Zhimu felt a sharp pain in his wrist, but his body did not take half a step back, and he suddenly wanted to recall the one-foot small sword, but found that the palm of his hand seemed to have the power of ten thousand jun, and he couldn't shake it.

In Jin Zhimu's trance, the other party turned from defense to attack, took the initiative to attack, smashed it down with a sword as a stick, and fell fiercely on his sword-holding arm, and an even more intense pain came along his arm, as if even the bones were broken.

Chen Anzhi's expression was solemn, and now he felt the restlessness of the one-foot small sword, and his heart was inexplicably a little bored, so he swung another sword and aimed at Jin Zhimu's calf.

Jin Zhimu could only raise his sword to resist in a hurry, and retreated step by step.

On the white jade platform.

Monk Jidian's gaze glanced at Han Xiaobai intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "It seems that the Golden Silk Nan Bamboo Armor is about to change hands." ”

Han Xiaobai's thick and powerful ink eyebrows were slightly raised, and the golden silk nan bamboo armor was precious, but in fact, it was more of a collection value for him, and it was fun, this scholar's character was like this, he liked fun things, and now he saw a more interesting person, a guy who only had the aura of the dust state of mind, and forced a person in the realm of transformation to a desperate place.

"Where did this guy come from?" the swordsman narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, apparently finding some clues.

The head of the Yuanshan Sect smiled and said: "The Yuanshan Sect never asks where it comes from, nor does it ask where it returns, as long as he is a disciple of the Yuanshan Sect for one day, the Yuanshan Sect will keep him for one day." ”

This sentence is very light, but very firm, implying a warning.

With the uproar from the stands, Jin Zhimu was forced to the edge of the stone platform step by step.

Chen Anzhi raised his long sword again and said in a deep voice: "If you lose your heart, how can you talk about it?"

The sword falls.

Outside the stone platform, Jin Zhimu sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes were lost, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chen Anzhi let out a long breath, and there were some waves in his heart, since the beginning of the party, he has been suppressing Jin Zhimu with brute force, not because of the so-called good intentions to beat the other party, but because the aura he absorbed last night has long been left, and he can only rely on brute force to suppress the other party.

The so-called hitting the snake and hitting the seven inches means to hurt the nerves of the long snake and make it unable to move.

And the place where Chen Anzhi just hit has the same magic, coupled with the strong tempered body, which made Jin Zhimu lose his mind for a while, so he won opportunistically.

Chen Anzhi jumped off the stone platform, ignoring the surrounding sight, slowly walked to the entrance by himself, walked to Mu Ruyi's side, and naturally handed her the long sword.

Mu Ruyi took the long sword and asked, "You are injured." ”

Chen Anzhi raised his hand, looked at the palm that was cut by the sword blade, and smiled, "It will be fine soon." ”

Mu Ruyi nodded, she was just injured, how could she be so hypocritical on the avenue, so she shook the hilt of her sword, "This sword spike was given to me?"

Chen Anzhi smiled: "I gave it to you." ”

Mu Ruyi gently stroked the red sword spike, and a trace of confusion flashed in Qiushui's eyes, and then he became clear and smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you to the first floor." ”

Chen Anzhi looked at her eyes, suddenly as if he had seen her for the first time, unconsciously stretched out his hand and touched her head, and said, "Okay, little guy." ”

Mu Ruyi's face was strange, and he raised his head slightly, "Are you sick?"

Chen Anzhi was stunned, and then chuckled, "No, I just feel a little happy." ”

This sword spike was given to him by the little guy when he was in the Far Mountain Sect, and now it is just a return to the original owner, or a continuation of a sustenance.

"You don't want to watch the next competition anymore?

"Don't look at it, whoever it is, I'm going to win. ”

"Mu Daxian is so confident?"

"Because I'm a great sword immortal. ”

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For a long time in the past, when he became a great sword immortal, Chen Anzhi always thought about a question, that is, what is good about the so-called chess moves, planning things in the world, is it possible that there is still something in the world that cannot be cut with a sword? If there is, it must not be enough for his sword to be fast enough, and it is good to continue to work hard.

But now, sitting in a secluded room on the first floor, he suddenly felt that there was really a sword in this world, because the sword was not fast enough, he was not strong enough, and he could not be reasonable.

"Am I talking to Chen Anzhi or Jiang Chuyi now?" the old man with white hair sat down and asked with a smile after sending Mu Ruyi away.

Chen Anzhi said: "Jiang Chuyi is dead. ”

The head of the Far Mountain Sect shook his head with a smile and said, "Then I have to ask Chen Anzhi, why did you come to my Far Mountain Sect?"

Chen Anzhi asked rhetorically: "You asked Mu Ruyi to save me, isn't that what you plan?"

The head of the Yuanshan Sect turned his head to look outside the house, and sighed helplessly: "The little girl really has no way to talk." ”

Chen Anzhi remembered that Mu Ruyi was solemn on the ferry, and chuckled and did not deny it.

"So, why?" Chen Anzhi asked.

The head of the Yuanshan Sect said: "Everything has a sequence, I asked first. ”

Chen Anzhi looked at him quietly, was silent for a while, and said, "I just wanted to take a look at the rebuilt distant mountains, but I was a little disappointed. ”

He said again: "Then why did you want Mu Ruyi to save me?

The head of the Yuanshan Sect laughed, "Ancestor He established the Yuanshan Sect back then, set up eight swords on the nineteenth floor, and passed them on by word of mouth among the masters, waiting for the sword to return." ”

"I remember that the Great Sword Immortal Jiang Chu had a sentence that I am the sharpest sword in the world. ”

"But now it's Chen Anzhi sitting in front of me, not Jiang Chuyi. ”

"So I'm waiting for the sharpest sword in the world. ”

Chen Anzhi quietly clenched his palms, and his face was a little gloomy.

The head of the Yuanshan Sect didn't think so, he looked at Chen Anzhi with a smile, as if waiting for an answer.