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The hearts of all the Chongzhen disciples were entangled, and every time the two swords intersected, the sound of "dang" sounded as if it hit their hearts, as if they were uncomfortable. But among the disciples of the same generation, no one dared to criticize Ming Ran's incompetence, they knew that under such a majestic attack of the fairy sword, it was not easy to survive until now.

After Ming Ran took three more steps back, he suddenly jumped backwards and jumped out of Ji Xiaocheng's attack range. Everyone only thought that Ming Ran had been defeated, and they couldn't help but shout out "ah". When they saw that they were not injured, they all let out an "oh" and let go of their hearts. On the other hand, Ji Xiaocheng also took the opportunity to stand still, adjust his breathing, and reorganize the offensive.

At this time, everyone who was a little closer to the platform could see that Ming Ran's hand holding the sword shook slightly, and the blade of the long sword in his hand was full of gaps, and there was no sharpness at all. A light breeze blew, and the long sword suddenly shattered, falling to the ground with a clatter, causing tens of thousands of people to exclaim.

Ji Xiaocheng said with a smile: "Brother Mingran, you have no weapons, can you admit defeat?"

Ming Ran's expression was still grim, and instead of answering, he asked: "Brother Ji just got the immortal sword, and he hasn't had time to conceive and refine it yet, right?"

However, all weapons, only through the cultivation and refining of cultivators for many years, continuous running-in, and enhancement of the tacit understanding between people and soldiers, can they reach the realm of unity of man and soldier and give full play to the true power of weapons. The so-called immortal weapon is nothing more than the fact that the predecessors have been nurtured for hundreds of thousands of years, so that they give birth to immortal spirits, and have the ability to independently absorb the aura of heaven and earth to protect the Lord and kill the enemy. Those who hold immortal weapons can use the instinct of immortal weapons to enhance their skills. However, without re-cultivation and refining, the people and soldiers cannot achieve tacit cooperation, and they will not be able to exert one-tenth of the power of the immortal weapon at all.

Ming Ran felt that Ji Xiaocheng's offensive was only using the sharpness of the immortal sword and enhancing some skills, so he had this question.

Ji Xiaocheng said calmly: "Yes, Ji Mou's acquisition of the Immortal Sword was only a few months ago, not to mention pregnancy." ”

Ming Ran sneered: "Brother Ji also got this sword immortal because he wanted to challenge Chongzhen, right?"

Ji Xiaocheng said with a smile: "This is a Confucian internal affair, so there is no need for Brother Mingran to bother." What's the matter? Brother Ming Ran still wants to fight again? You don't have a talisman weapon anymore, can you fight again?"

Ming Ran smiled weirdly and said, "This is our sincere matter, and there is no need for Brother Ji to bother." But he suddenly took two steps to the north, his arms stretched diagonally, his palms clenched, and he assumed a strange posture.

Everyone was puzzled, and they didn't know what Ming Ran wanted. But immediately, everyone saw that the Zhantian Sword placed in front of Changdan Zhenren's seat suddenly flew up, drew an arc in the air, and fell into Ming Ran's hand.

Ming Ran held the Zhantian Sword, drew the sword out of its sheath, looked at the dark sword light emitted by the sword body, and said, "Zhantian Sword, one of the five swords of Chongzhen." This is the reward of the martial arts competition, and it is already a poor thing. Poor Dao will use this sword to compete with Brother Ji, Brother Ji has no objection, right?"

Ji Xiaocheng's heart sank, and he sneered: "It seems that Brother Ming Ran has also been prepared." ”

Immortal artifacts are spiritual things, and if they are not refined by the sword wielder with the power of their minds, they will definitely not be controlled at will. Otherwise, in the midst of the battle, the sword immortal was snatched back and forth, like an ownerless thing, how to protect the master. Since Ming Ran was able to capture the Zhantian Sword in the air, it means that Ming Ran had already refined the Zhantian Sword and established an ideological connection with it.

Ming Ran smiled: "It's not as far-sighted as Confucianism." He casually held a sword flower in his hand, and immediately the sound of the whirring wind sounded, which was extremely cold. His face showed a look of satisfaction, and the dark luck true qi was injected into the Zhantian Sword, and the surrounding spiritual qi immediately converged, forming a huge whirlpool.

The Zhantian Sword was in the whirlpool, exuding a faint black light, and under the gaze, it was moving. At this time, everyone felt that their ears were full of whirring wind, and endless aura was surging towards the high platform, which meant that the sky and the earth changed color. Compared with the Renyong Sword just now, the power of the Zhantian Sword is many times stronger, and the judgment is made.

The situation reversed, and the Chongzhen disciples suddenly became excited, releasing all the stuffy breath they had just held, shouting, it is inevitable that the Confucian disciples will look good. The Confucian disciples are much quieter, all of them are in a heavy mood, thinking that stealing chickens will not be a loss of rice, not to mention the shame here, and they will be punished by the master of the door after they go back, and the mood is even worse when they think of the master of the Confucian Confucian Sect.

The Zhan Tian Sword absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy, and the black light condensed like a substance, and the power was released, and it was also felt a hundred steps away. Just as Ming Ran waved the Zhantian Sword and was about to attack, Ji Xiaocheng suddenly laughed and said loudly: "The Chongzhen Five Swords really live up to their reputation. Just now, Ji has already learned Taoist spells, and you and I are not up or down. Now, Brother Ming Ran has the Zhantian Sword in his hand, and Ji has nothing to resist, so he has to admit defeat. ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and they couldn't imagine that such a wonderful competition would end before it began. Chongzhen Zhuzhen Zhenren secretly scolded in his heart: "Confucian people, so despicable!" It turned out that the meaning of Ji Xiaocheng's words was that he was forced to admit defeat because of the power of the fairy sword, and he was admitting defeat to the fairy sword, not to Ming Ran, that is, not to the Taoist spell. And the fact that he had taken advantage of the Immortal Sword just now never mentioned it and forgot about it. But now that Ji Xiaocheng has admitted defeat, this competition has to end here. If the Taoist pesters Ji Xiaocheng's words, it will seem petty.

Changdan Zhenren had no choice but to come forward and say: "Since the virtuous nephew has already admitted defeat, then the competition will end here." ”

Ji Xiaocheng looked at the Zhantian Sword in Ming Ran's hand, and said again: "Congratulations to Brother Ming Ran for winning this fairy sword, Ji will not be Brother Ming Ran's opponent in the future, so don't leave it at that." He turned around and got off the platform.

When the people who worship the truth heard this, they hated Ji Xiaocheng so much that they itched their teeth, but they couldn't attack, and they couldn't bear it. Ming Ran was also angry, and he didn't even bother to respond with kind words.

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The five-year martial arts conference finally came to an end, and the mountain road of Tianmai Mountain was full of people who came down the mountain. The people were all elated, and they kept talking about the strange things in the mountains, but the most talked about was this battle between Taoism and Confucianism. This battle is full of twists and turns, exciting, and intriguing, and I am afraid that it will become a hot topic for people for a long time.

The voices of the crowd were aroused, and countless birds flew in the mountains. hovering over the heads of the people, refusing to leave for a long time. The people only said that this was the fairy curtain in the mountains, and unconsciously, the reverence for Taoism was even more keen.

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