The most holy in the world starts from accepting the empress as a disciple

Chapter 17 Sword Contest with Xuanyuan

call out!call out!call out!
The twelve swords that flew up suddenly surrounded Zhang Yueheng with a whistling sound, scaring him so much that he dared not move.

In the end, the twelve swords hovered three feet away from it, with their sword tips facing outwards, and it could be seen that they were protecting Zhang Yueheng, or the person sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Seeing that it was for protecting himself, Zhang Yueheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the futon was an execution platform, and he would be executed if he sat on it.

"Close your eyes and concentrate, with your five hearts turned to the sky."

At this time, a voice full of air came from my mind, the tone seemed to be a reminder, but also an order.

Is the opportunity here?
Zhang Yueheng was overjoyed, and immediately followed suit. He was the first to come because he wanted a chance.

When he closed his eyes, his eyes were completely dark, but his consciousness came to another place.

There is a grass hut, a stream, and an apricot tree. An old man in a coir raincoat stands opposite him holding a wooden sword.

"Better than me, you are my disciple." The old man said lightly, his voice was the same as before.

Emperor Xuanyuan will compete swords with me, and if he wins, he will pass on the mantle to me!
Zhang Yueheng was ecstatic after learning the information, and he was not surprised why he had an extra sword in his hand.

"Junior..." Zhang Yueheng still wanted to salute first, but he didn't want a flash of cold light.

"you lose!"

So don't talk about Wude!

Zhang Yueheng was furious, but he didn't dare to say anything disrespectful.

"Come back after thirty breaths!" said the old man.

still have a chance!

Hearing this, Zhang Yueheng's lost mood recovered.

This time he prepared in advance, thinking about how to make a move and how to break it in his mind.

Thirty breaths passed soon.

There was another cold light, and Zhang Yueheng lost again.

This time he knew that he had already made a move, but the sword was really too fast, so fast that he didn't even have a chance to slow down the attack.

"After thirty breaths, come again!"

With this reminder again, Zhang Yueheng decided that he would go all out this time and only block, not attack, just be a coward.

However, it was still a simple cold light, Zhang Yueheng had already set his posture, and even blocked the old man's sword edge, but he didn't want to be cut in half with the sword and the man.

"Son, you have no sword intent in your heart, go back."

The old man's words echoed in Zhang Yueheng's mind, and his consciousness returned to the futon in front of him.

Sword intent!Sword intent!
At this time, Zhang Yueheng, who was belatedly aware of it, understood why he couldn't stop the cold light just now.

"I have sword intent, I must have it."

He couldn't help shouting in his heart, and closed his eyes again, but he didn't want to go back to the thatched hut before.

For this reason, he didn't believe in evil, first stepped off the futon, and then sat down cross-legged again.I want to rely on this to return to the previous place again.

Unfortunately, there is no way to go back.

"Brother Zhang, what happened?"

Seeing Zhang Yueheng sitting on the futon, he seemed to be a different person, and this would make him even more distraught, Mr. Xinglin couldn't help asking.

"I missed the opportunity to inherit the mantle of Emperor Xuanyuan."

Zhang Yueheng glanced at everyone and truthfully told the reason.

The people present were dumbfounded when they heard this sentence.

"No wonder, no wonder." Mr. Xinglin suddenly realized, and said excitedly.

In this way, it is self-evident why Emperor Xuanyuan left this secret realm behind.

Next, everyone present tried to sit on the futons and compete swords with Emperor Xuanyuan, but unfortunately, no one could block the cold light.

As more and more people came to the upper area, and more and more losers, Zhang Yueheng, who was originally depressed, also felt better.

It turns out that I'm not the only one who can't do it!
He also understood that the test of Emperor Xuanyuan was not something ordinary people could pass, just like the white jade cauldron in the pond.

"The Purple Jade Sword Demon is here."

At this time, there was an exclamation from the pond area, and some monks who were discussing what the sword intent was all looked up.

"Purple Jade Sword Demon? He's not as strong as me!" A monk holding two swords said disdainfully. He just got on the futon and couldn't block the cold light.

Su Ziming, who was wearing a purple pattern mask, was a little confused when he heard this.Wait until someone explains it to understand the ins and outs of things.

Fighting swords with Emperor Xuanyuan?interesting!
Knowing the reason, he would naturally not miss this opportunity.

"I'm coming!" Said in the indifferent and arrogant tone of the masked man, Su Ziming walked vigorously and sat on the futon.

"Brother, bet or not!" A few casual cultivators gathered together.

"Bet! I bet no more than a hundred interest! Two spirit stones."

"I bet no more than 94 interest, five spirit stones."

……

There is a grass hut, a stream, and an apricot tree. An old man in a coir raincoat stands opposite him holding a wooden sword.

"Compare..." The old man's voice stopped abruptly before it came out.

Because Su Ziming's sword was already at his side.

"it is good!"

Steadily receiving the sword, the old man was not angry, but let out a loud laugh.

Then, there was a flash of sword light, Su Ziming and the old man pointed their needles at the wheat awning, their swords were both wooden swords, and the burst of light was brighter than iron swords.

Sword intent is the idea inspired by one's own consciousness attached to the sword.

It is extremely sharp!

It is invincible!

Therefore, a real swordsman has a heart as calm as water, and his mind is tenacious, otherwise, he would not be able to train this mind.

As the fight between the two deepened, the old man's clothes changed from coir raincoats to commoner clothes, and from commoner clothes to long gowns...

The thatched cottage behind me is also changing, huts, courtyards, attics...

Then there are the trees next to it, peach trees, banyan trees, linden trees...

The creek behind has also changed, small river, big river, river...

At the same time, the old man's attack became more and more fierce, but Su Ziming did not hold back at him.

Because he found that he didn't have time to exhaust himself here, and he was able to unleash the Nine Swords of Tianyun unimpeded.

In this way, who is he afraid of!

Emperor Xuanyuan has the Great Emperor's Sword Skill, and I also have the Great Emperor's Sword Skill, so let's compare who is better!
At the beginning of one yuan, two appearances are born, and three are determined...

The Four Elephants suppress evil, the Five Elements transform evil, and the Six Harmonies kill demons...

Seven stars break through the sky, gossip asks the sky...

Nine!palace!shock!Yu!
The battle between the two reached a point of intensification, Su Ziming's hands kept blasting moves, and the old man did the same.

However, just when Su Ziming performed the last move of the Tianyun Nine Swords, in the fierce collision between the two, he found that the old man still had more strength and was still concentrating on his moves.

Damn!

Su Ziming thought it was not good, he knew he couldn't resist this move, but he still clenched his sword and slashed at the old man's head.

I am not satisfied!
At this time, the old man was wearing the Nine Dragons Flying Heaven Emperor's robe and a five-colored crown hat. Behind him was a palace of white jade and purple gold, and beside him was a tree of seven-colored avenues, and the place they were in was an endless ocean.

"You win, kid!"

Emperor Xuanyuan didn't perform the last move, he just looked at Su Ziming with a smile and disappeared into the sky.

"I won."

Su Ziming who returned to the futon muttered to himself.

The people around him were a little confused.

"74 breaths, what's going on, why is it so fast!" The monk who opened the gamble before saw him open his eyes and shouted in surprise.

It stands to reason that the three rest periods should be at least [-] breaths before it ends, could it be...

He passed!
The monk was amazed when this idea came to his mind.How did he spend the seventy breaths?

It's so fierce!

And the people around are gradually realizing the seriousness of this matter.

At this moment, from the wall in front of the futon, three items floated out from the crack of the sword mark.

A yellow book, a long sword, and a spherical jade block.

(End of this chapter)