Great Song catcher

Chapter 233 The White Lotus Master
The six long swords stood on the ground together, their brilliance flickering non-stop.

The power displayed by these precious swords just now has been witnessed by everyone present. If there is no thought in mind, it is absolutely impossible.

But the sword only has six handles, including the Shechen Sword that has not yet appeared, and there are only seven handles in total. Those who are not cultivated enough know that these things can only be thought about in their hearts. If they try to grab the sword arrogantly, In the end, it is inevitable to fall back to the end of being decapitated.

So most people's thoughts at the moment.

It is nothing more than an eye-opener. If the opportunity is enough, and you can learn something that is helpful to you from the fights of others, then it will be a worthwhile trip.

Especially the three swords just now represent Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism.

And there are a lot of masters in these three sects. If there is no accident, I am afraid that the winner of the three swords should be chosen among the masters of these three sects.

The third elder drew his true energy.

There was a clear whistle from his mouth.

There was a sudden silence in the noisy square.

"Shenjian Tiancheng!"

"Those who are destined will be happy!"

"All of you who make friends with martial arts, click as far as you can, the winner will get the sword!"

The voice just fell.

The third elder flew onto the judgment stand.

And Nian Tianqiong rang the bronze bell not far away!

clang!
Accompanied by a loud bell!

It also means that the "Famous Sword Conference" has officially started!
The bell did not disperse.

Several figures came out through the vertical!

"This sword!"

"This seat wants it!"

A monk from the Western Regions in a red robe pointed at the sword emitting Buddha's light and shouted.

"The name of this sword is Hongchen!"

"It was cast by melting the ancient Buddhist soldiers."

The third elder stated the name and origin of the sword concisely, and then stopped talking.

"This sword belongs to my Taoist sect!"

A skinny Taoist in a black Taoist robe looked at the Liuyun Sword with burning eyes.

"Brother Tie, may I ask what is the name of this sword?"

Canglong Sword Confucian Su Longxiu appeared in front of the purple dragon's entrenched sword, and bowed to the three elders on the judgment stand.

Facing this powerful Confucianist, the three elders also treated each other with courtesy, stood up and returned the courtesy, and then said: "This sword is called Tianhai, and it was cast from the remnant stele carved by the ancient Confucian himself."

"Thank you Brother Tie."

Canglong Jianru turned around, looked at the people present, and said slowly: "This sword is my Confucian sword weapon. If you want to get this sword, you must pass my Su Longxiu test first!"

Different from other sects.

Although there are many factions in Confucianism, they are all of one mind.

Confucian Su Longxiu, Canglong Sword, is the No.1 of the Confucian sect today, and the leader of the Confucian sect in the arena. Therefore, there is no one in the Confucian sect to compete with him for this sword. What he needs to deal with are those outsiders.

The third elder said at this time: "In order to avoid confusion, this famous sword conference is different from the past. The competition for the position of the sword master will be in order, and the lightsaber will come from this mouth first."

"If anyone of you likes this sword, you can compete on stage!"

The voice fell.

The rest scattered to the sides.

Only the two who wanted to get the lightsaber remained.

It turned out that everyone favored the three swords that gave birth to sword spirits, so Duoguang, Guhong, and Wuwang Three Swords were left out in the cold. There were only two people fighting for the lightsaber, which happened to be omitted. A lot of trouble.

Both of them are famous disciples.

One is a master of the Huashan Sword Sect, and his cultivation has reached the realm of heaven and man, while the other is a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, and his cultivation is also at the realm of heaven and humanity.

The cultivation base is similar.

In a real fight, the outcome is still unknown.

Moreover, there seemed to be a rift between the two of them for a long time, and they directly raised their hands without showing any mercy.

The sword energy looked down on the square.

Seeing the swordsmanship of the two, everyone in the field couldn't help nodding their heads, secretly praising them as descendants of famous families, and the internal strength of their moves has extraordinary uniqueness.

But in the end, the disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect were superior. One sword broke the weapon in the hands of the Kongtong Sect disciples, and then sent him flying with another sword. The sword energy directly damaged his internal organs. In a short time, there was no Gained the power to fight again.

The disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect were overjoyed and wanted to grab the sword as they walked over, but a person stood in front of him,

"There is nothing so cheap in the world. If you want to get the sword, you have to ask me if I will agree!"

The speaker is dressed in a white robe.

Holding a flute in his right hand, he stood there proudly.

He didn't take this Huashan Sword Sect disciple seriously.

"Who are you?"

Huashan Sword Sect disciple asked in a deep voice.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't dare to draw your sword, just roll down!"

The white-robed man scolded coldly.

"court death!"

This disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect is also a master of congenital realm. When he was scolded in public, he couldn't hold back his face. When he twisted the iron sword in his hand, there were streaks of purple lightning on the edge of the sword, rushing towards the white-robed man like lightning. Throat pierced.

Huashan thread needle!

Purple Lightning Divine Art!

They are all secret skills of the Huashan Sword School.

"The vulture subtotal!"

The man in white robe showed disdain, and the flute in his hand also stabbed out!

puff!

A sharp edge flashed by!
The flute in the white-robed man's hand has already pierced the Huashan disciple's chest!
Blood slowly flowed down the skirt...

"Vulnerable."

The white-robed man withdrew his hands and stepped back.

And this Huashan disciple's eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of this person without even making it through.

The corpse fell down with a bang!
There was an uproar below!
Taoist Pleiades had a murderous look on his brows, he wanted to charge up with his iron sword in his hand, but at last he remembered what his master asked him to do, but he held back, and just ordered the people around him to go up and bring the corpse back.

"Who else dares to come up?"

The white-robed man folded his flute in his hand and asked coldly.

"I come!"

Another master of the sword rushed forward.

The sword in his hand may be more appropriately called a shield, the blade can almost cover the entire body

Nie Feng has some impressions of this man. He has a good reputation in the world. The giant sword in his hand can be used to attack and retreat. The sword was shattered by the flute, and the throat was pierced.

Nie Feng frowned.

This person is ruthless in his attacks and does not leave behind. His martial arts are specious, seemingly ordinary, but they are mixed with many martial arts, and Nie Feng also looks familiar with his internal strength. .

"So it's them..."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Nie Feng's mouth.

He thought of the origin of this white-robed man.

White Lotus Sect!
He still remembered that when he was in Guanjiazhuang that day, he chased someone into the woods, and faced the mysterious master of the White Lotus Sect. The palm force that person used at that time was exactly the same as that of the white-robed man.

He was still worried about how to find the whereabouts of the White Lotus Sect, but he didn't expect them to come to the door by themselves.

(End of this chapter)