As Yang Xianyang's words fell, the sword meeting unfolded in full swing. This sword will not only improve its reputation, but also the rewards of the top eight are also very rich, for example, the first place can get the sword recipe of the Dangqun Demon passed down by the head of the family, and the second place is an elixir that can improve cultivation, and the third place is a fairy sword, it is rumored that there are many varieties of sword awards for a certain generation of elders, but it still belongs to the preciousness of the Dangqun Demon Sword Technique, and the cultivation of this sword recipe not only requires the root bones, understanding, and heart to be the same in order to learn by chance. Of course, this sword recipe has a lot of requirements, and its power is also huge, it can be said to be one of the three major sword recipes in the immortal cultivation world, but in recent years, except for Yang Xianyang, the head of the ancient sword sect, who can learn this sword trick in an accidental epiphany, no one can have this opportunity. It can be seen how precious this sword technique is, and its cultivation is also very demanding.

Of course, these rewards are tacitly done by every contestant, and some conceited people naturally go for the first place, for the sake of the Demon Sword Technique. And more people are aiming for other rewards, after all, those can directly increase their cultivation or increase their combat power, which is much better than the ethereal Demon Imperial Sword Technique.

Soon, the first competition began, and Wu Zhen was arranged to play in the first group because he did not participate in the last session. Ling Huheng naturally wanted to cheer for Wu Zhen, Wu Zhen walked into the competition with a feeling of anxiety, and his opponent was also standing in the arena early, it seemed that he was bound to win this competition. Ling Hu Heng naturally didn't recognize the people in the field, but it didn't mean that the surrounding disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect didn't recognize it. No, someone exclaimed: "Isn't this Senior Brother Zhao Xuanqi!He was a top thirty-two player last time, it seems that he is going to go further this time!" Ling Hu Heng was stunned, and carefully checked Zhao Xuanqi's realm, but it was just the same as Wu Zhen, and it was also in the late stage of the Yudan, which must have been even more unbearable five years ago. Ling Hu Heng was secretly surprised: "Can you break into the top thirty-two before the late stage of the Jiedan? It seems that this sword club doesn't have any powerful characters!"

Ling Huheng underestimated the masters of the ancient sword faction, you must know that the top eight in the sword meeting are not allowed to participate in the sword meeting anymore, that is to say, these top thirty-two players, and even the top sixteen players can still participate again, if nothing else, they can get a higher ranking, which is also the reason why Zhao Xuanqi is full of confidence. No, seeing Wu Zhen cautiously stepping into the martial arts arena, he knew that Wu Zhen was a novice, and he had contempt in his heart. However, on the surface, he still did a good job, and said: "This senior brother, please be merciful!" It's just that his disdainful look has betrayed him, and Ling Hu Heng hates this kind of person who says one thing and does another.

Wu Zhen hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Don't dare, don't dare, senior brother has to be merciful!" Ling Hu Heng was secretly annoyed that Wu Zhen was dead, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Big man, don't be afraid of him, hit him with a sword!" Wu Zhen listened, smiled embarrassedly, and said: "My junior brother doesn't choose what to say, please bear with me!"

At this time, the referee said: "You guys get ready, there is not much time, exchange names first!" Ling Huheng noticed that this referee was also an old man, but with Ling Huheng's eyesight, he couldn't see through his cultivation, and Ling Huheng secretly smacked his tongue: "This old man's skills are so profound!" The old man seemed to know that Ling Huheng was probing his cultivation, and looked at Ling Huheng, Ling Huheng looked at him neither humbly nor arrogantly, the old man nodded, and said secretly in his heart: "This kid is good!"

Wu Zhen first arched his hand and said: "Wu Zhen under the Qingzhu Forest Gate!" Zhao Xuanqi also arched his hand and said: "Zhao Xuanqi of self-denial!" Seeing that Wu Zhen and Zhao Xuanqi were ready, the old man retreated to the sidelines and said: "You all know the rules of the competition, right? I won't say more, but I still want to reiterate one point, you must not hurt the other party's life, otherwise you will be judged to lose! If the winner is not decided within half an hour, it will be a tie. Now, the competition begins!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, the fairy sword in Zhao Xuanqi's hand shook, and the fairy sword seemed to be injected with life, and it jumped out of the sword box with a "Cheng" sound and fell into his hand. Although this hand is very beautiful, and almost everyone present can use it, no one will use it in a sword competition, because a mistake will not only lose the first move, but also lose the sword. The disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect have all their cultivation on a single immortal sword, and if they don't have a sword, their cultivation will be greatly reduced, so no one dares to take this risk. And Zhao Xuanqi used it here, making it clear that he looked down on Wu Zhen. When Ling Huheng saw it, he was secretly angry in his heart, and thought: "If I am on the field, I will definitely make him suffer!"

Fortunately, Wu Zhen was very calm, although Zhao Xuanqi despised him, he didn't dare to be negligent for a moment, slowly pulled out the "water stop" sword, and said: "Senior brother, offended!" Zhao Xuanqi didn't think so, after all, Wu Zhen was not famous, and he was already a little famous, out of confidence in himself, he said: "You make a move!"

Wu Zhen said: "Let's ask the senior brother to make a move first!" Zhao Xuanqi smiled and said, "Then I might as well be respectful! Ling Huheng saw this move, and was even more furious: "He actually held it up, using this move?" Obviously, this move "Qinglian Zhongtong" is a move in the thirteen styles of the ancient sword, although it can quickly control the enemy, but the shortcomings are also obvious, the move is easy to use the old, once the old will definitely give the other party to catch the flaw, one blow will be defeated, and this change of trick is not easy, the back move is weak, once this move is used, it is equivalent to giving up the opportunity. This move is also the most difficult move to practice in the thirteen styles of the ancient sword, not only paying attention to the timing of the shot, but also the fencing position and the running position under the feet, all of which are indispensable. On that day, Ling Hu Heng learned this trick, and the old Taoist priest taught him for fifteen days! Even if Ling Hu Heng made him look decent, the old Taoist priest could pick out a lot of faults with his nose and eyes.

Ling Hu Heng saw that Zhao Xuanqi used this move, at least he made five mistakes that he had made, first of all, his right arm was stretched too long, followed by his right leg could not keep up, and then the movements of his left hand were redundant. Wu Zhen was still nervous, but with a sword in his hand, it was not unusual to see Zhao Xuanqi's move, and that heart settled down. Wu Zhen didn't forget what the old Taoist priest said, using the "old branch oblique" to break this move, only to see Wu Zhen's figure flashing slightly, so he dodged Zhao Xuanqi's sword move, and then a sword came out, Zhao Xuanqi was startled, but he didn't have time to withdraw his sword to defend himself, so he had to use his left hand to hold Wu Zhen's right hand. Wu Zhen got the opportunity, so naturally he would not let go of this opportunity, and then made a move to "fight for beauty", which dazzled Zhao Xuanqi's eyes.

Almost everyone present knew Zhao Xuanqi, but they didn't know who Wu Zhen was, and they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Zhao Xuanqi being beaten by an unknown kid who had no power to fight back, and the other party actually used the most basic swordsmanship in this sect, but who would have thought that this set of ordinary swordsmanship could actually turn decay into magic, and use the magic that no one else had thought of? Ling Hu Heng could naturally see that these tricks had been analyzed by the old Taoist priest one by one, and seeing Wu Zhen use it so vigorously, Ling Hu Heng clenched his fists excitedly and said, "Big man, come on!"

Wu Zhen was distracted at this time, naturally he couldn't hear what Ling Huheng was shouting, he was still as tight as a sword, for fear that Zhao Xuanqi would get out of trouble. Zhao Xuanqi couldn't say it at this time, Wu Zhen's "water-stopping" fairy sword was like kraft candy, he couldn't break free, and he secretly regretted that he had lost the opportunity to take the lead, and now he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get down, and he had to hold on for a while.

Wu Zhen is still fighting steadily, Zhao Xuanqi is struggling to support, but it seems that he can't hold out a few moves. Sure enough, Wu Zhen's long sword shook and pushed, and Zhao Xuanqi had to block with a horizontal sword, but he didn't expect Wu Zhen's strength to be so great that he was directly shocked out of the field. Zhao Xuanqi stood dumbfounded, he didn't believe that he would actually lose to a boy with no change of name! The old man glanced at the arena lightly and said, "This one, Wu Zhensheng wins!"

After Ling Huheng heard the old man announce the winner, he ran into the arena excitedly and said, "Big man, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

Wu Zhen smiled innocently and said, "It's just luck! Let's go and sue Master Sù!" This time, Ling Huheng didn't object, and the two of them ran to find the silent Taoist in a hurry.

At this time, the silent Taoist was closing his eyes and taking a break in the self-denial residence, and when he heard Ling Hu Heng talk about the battle situation, he didn't react much, but just let out a faint "oh". Ling Huheng felt bored for a while, and said, "Old Taoist, aren't you happy that the big guy won?"

The reticent Taoist said: "Naturally, there are winners and losers, and it is good to win, but it is harmless to lose." ”

Ling Huheng still couldn't help but say: "Do you know who the big guy has defeated? Zhao Xuanqi! In the last round of thirty-two, doesn't this mean that the big man has a good chance to enter the top eight!"

The silent Taoist looked at Ling Huheng and said, "That's good. ”

Ling Hu Heng was weak for a while, looked at the position of the sun, it was almost noon, Ling Hu Heng blinked his eyes, and said: "Old Taoist, if you don't care, don't care, I'll help the big guy take a look at the opponent in the next game, so that I can know myself and the enemy!" After speaking, he ran away. Ling Hu Heng really went to help Wu Zhen get information? How could it be, he was worried about his own fight with others! If he avoided it, how could it be Ling Hu Heng's style?

Fortunately, Wu Zhen only had a fight this morning, so Ling Huheng didn't need to worry too much. As long as you move quickly, you can still do it without knowing it. Ling Hu Heng carried the "Biyue" sword and walked quickly to the garden. The garden was actually not far from the Keji Residence, and in less than a while, Ling Huheng had already arrived. And that boy has already arrived. Seeing Ling Huheng, he smiled coldly and said, "I thought you wouldn't come!"

Ling Huheng also smiled coldly and said: "The hatred of the day, how can you forget it lightly! Don't talk nonsense, say it, how to fight!"

The boy said, "Naturally, there are no rules until you throw in the towel!"

Ling Huheng looked at him contemptuously: "It's up to you, hmph, your shrimp soldiers and crab generals, let's go together!"

The boy drew his fairy sword and said, "I alone will be enough to knock you down!"

Ling Huheng also drew out the "Biyue" sword and said, "I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue!"

The boy didn't say much, and shouted: "Look at the sword!" The fairy sword shook and attacked, causing Hu Heng's eyes to flash, and he immediately swung his sword to meet it.