Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 428: Fighting on the Sword Stage
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, [Sea Moon Brings Tide] Qiu Canglu and [Sword of Love] Song Zhishu flew onto the sword platform.

At this time, just after 12:00 a.m., it was obvious that there was an objection to the first meeting that a war was necessary, and it was twenty-two against sixteen - even among the top fifty, there had never been such a huge change.

The voices that were originally in the form of small waves suddenly surged, and when the first sword light appeared, the shouts had already soared into the sky.

The opening was completely different from yesterday. Everyone knew that the top 22 was a deep threshold, but the kendo temperament revealed by the two men in an instant still amazed everyone - one was clear, broad and calm, the other was sharp and outstanding, the sword lights crisscrossed on the ring, it was completely dazzling.

You have to understand it first before you can make an inflection cry, but at this time more people just open their mouths and exclaim in confusion and subconsciously.

It was not until the snow lights all over the stage gathered together with a "ding" sound that everything settled down into a way that could be understood.

A bright sword flew up into the sky, spinning and tilting. On the stage, Song Zhishu was standing with his hands empty, deep in thought, while Qiu Canglu was holding a sword against his throat.

There was a moment of silence, and then there was a loud cry of surprise.

"As for the Sword of Love, it cannot really kill people after all." The people on the Jade Sword Stage withdrew their gazes and whispered to each other.

It was obvious that the competition between the top 22 was fierce and almost bloody from the very beginning. Qiu Canglu must have glanced at everyone in front of him, and must have stared at Song Zhishu for a long time.

Many of his sword strikes were actually directed at this somewhat neurotic young man.

But this is certainly not an unfair victory. During these days in the capital, many people met for the first time. Others observe you, and you can also observe others. You can think of what kind of sword to use to win, and finally use it, that is the victory in the sword.

"I'm not serious" is stupid in itself.

Song Zhishu picked up the sword that fell to the ground. Cui Zijie breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his fellow disciple who had returned. Qiu Canglu pursed his lips to suppress his excitement. When they returned to their seats, the two of them shook hands vigorously.

The committee immediately began to discuss. Although Qiu Canglu was the better swordsman, there was a five-year age difference between them. Questions kept coming up and there were heated debates with different positions. Finally, after a moment, Chen Lihuai, on behalf of the committee, made the final decision: "Qiu Canglu is temporarily ranked eighteenth."

There was no immediate roll call today. As expected, the changes in the top twenty-two people were intense. Since it was related to the level of authority after entering the Sword Training Academy, almost everyone tried their best.

"Oh my god." Ren Zixin sighed softly, looking at the fight between these geniuses, he suddenly felt a little afraid, and at the same time he was glad that his senior brother did not have to squeeze into such a cruel and powerful ranking.

The spirits of everyone on the Jade Sword Stage were aroused, and the discussion on swordplay continued.

[Seventh]

First, Kongtong, "White Rainbow Chapter".

Pei Ye picked up the pen and looked at the line of words quietly for a while.

Then he closed his eyes and rubbed his brows, beginning to feel a little tired. He woke up Quail Head, his mind cleared, and then he continued to pick up the pen and wrote down the remaining sword techniques one by one.

Then he said nothing and silently reached out to the eighth bead again.

This time he read fifteen pieces in a row.
The morning sun gradually moved towards the middle of the sky, and the revision meeting finally managed to pass the tenth place with great difficulty.

Even though they had been prepared for the cruelty of today's position discussion, the intensity of the subsequent developments was far beyond their expectations. Almost every position was accompanied by one or even several sword fights, and every sword fight would always erupt with unexpected excitement - when it came to Qu Ying, the woman silently challenged the eighteen to twelve swordsmen one by one, and unexpectedly won five and lost two.

When the woman sat down weakly, covered in blood, the whole audience was silent for two breaths, and finally the revision meeting gave her the fifteenth place.

Bai Fei, ranked thirteenth, was the only one who did not object to his ranking, even though he played eight games. However, this humble and polite young man won all eight games and was eventually promoted to ninth.

Many people thought that he still had some energy left, but when it came to the ninth meeting, he still stood up and said a lot of polite and humble nonsense, and in the end he did not challenge anyone before him.

Thus, the ranking of the last thirteen was announced, because no one behind him could beat him, and not many people thought he could continue to move forward, so it became a solid dividing line.

In any case, beneath the solemnity and seriousness, the fierceness of the martial arts sects has flourished, and their ability to judge the situation, kill and fight fiercely was fully reflected in these thirteen agreements.

".This Mr. Bai is too amazing." The atmosphere on the stage had already become lively. Except for Qing Zi who was still calm and upright, there were constant discussions in every other place. Ren Zixin looked at the audience, "And he is so gentle."

Zhao Qizhi beside him whispered: "No one dares to challenge."

Ren Zixin immediately glared at him: "Your legs are shaking even when you step on the ring!"

But then she heard a somewhat weak voice coming from behind her: ".I didn't see him."

"It's not his turn yet."

Ren Zixin turned around, and the icy voice came from the cold girl he had seen the day before. At that time, she was following the young man, but now she was next to a beautiful girl in a green dress.

Ren Zixin was stunned. She really felt that coming to the city was quite an eye-opener. She could see such a beautiful girl so often. However, this girl's face was pale and she didn't look very well. She paused her glance and saw that her left sleeve was strangely empty.

For some reason, these two people came at this time, and they sat down in the empty seats in the front - those were the seats for Taishan Yaolu.

"Miss Qu, let me ask you again, was it him who asked you to knock me out?" The girl in the green skirt looked at her companion anxiously.

"No, what do you think of our Taishan Pharmacy?" Qu Xin looked at her calmly.

".Feel sorry."

Qu Xin nodded, turned around and took out a small notebook to write down: "Green Eyes is resistant to sleep, the dose needs to be doubled next time."

Li Piaoqing looked around. She didn't notice that Xiaobao had been moved. She would definitely not look towards the front of the hall at this time. She hoped that the young man was just preparing in advance and would appear on the sword field as promised in a while. She would definitely cheer for him loudly.

But at least now the name hanging high in the first column is still nowhere to be seen, and on the sword stage, the discussion of the top eight has already begun.

The first one is Qi Mengchen.

A lingering pain began to emerge in my mind.

Even with the help of Quail Head, he still experienced the pain of overexerting his mind in Kongtong again. But at least he could relax for a while then. Now, after putting down the 22nd bead, there was still half left on the wall in front of him.

The black cat was trying hard to soothe the back of his head. Pei Ye took a deep breath, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes for a while, about half a quarter of an hour, then opened them again, pursed his lips and took the twenty-third bead from the wall.

Qi Mengchen directly picked Nan Guannu.

Bai Fei’s ninth is indeed a dividing line.

No one thought that he had the energy to move forward anymore, because the sword fight between the two women suddenly reached another level.

As expected of the geniuses on the Duck List, even if they were only competing in swordsmanship and even if they were in the same spiritual realm, you could see those more profound sword strikes and more outstanding sword moves. The two fought brilliantly and beautifully. The sword of [Mingzhu Shou] was already ethereal, and Nan Guannu's [Nanwang Jing Luoyu, Huazhong Baojianmian] was the most appropriate adjective. In the middle of the battle, both of them simultaneously unleashed extremely brilliant sword moves.

But it was in the game of Yijian that Qi Mengchen began to fall into a disadvantage.

The [Sword Outside the Sword] that Xiuce would give to this woman was very appropriate, her comfort zone was in watching swords, the time they spent getting to know each other before the battle began, but Nan Guannu was obviously aware of this, she hadn't used a sword in front of this woman for two years, and had prepared enough unfamiliar sword intent for her.

Finally, she ended the sword fight with a move [Butterfly into Feathers]. Countless spectators near the sword stage seemed to really see a sky full of colorful butterflies. Such an amazing experience can be expected to be passed down for a long time.

The two returned to the Jade Sword Stage, bowed to the people around them and sat down. The meeting did not discuss too much before deciding on the outcome of the meeting, and no one in the room had any objections.

But from here on, a new link began. After Chen Lihuai collected the opinions of the meeting, he bowed and reported to the hall in a serious manner: "Governor, the 140th proposal, Qi Mengchen is the eighth and the seventh. The meeting ruled that the two of them have similar talents. Since they lost the sword fight, they should return to their original positions."

The man in black flipped through the opinion paper handed to him. After the whole audience was silent for about three or five breaths, he closed the paper and nodded slightly: "Yes."

So Qingyi immediately reported the result to the outside world.

The next person was Nan Guannu, but she stopped there and did not try to move forward. The next person, Yan Bingjian, chose Zuo Sheng.

The competition among the top eight seemed no longer fierce, but in fact it was just no longer chaotic.

Because starting from the match between Yan and Zuo, the two of them put on the highest-level, most exhausting, and most jaw-dropping fight of the entire sword-selection meeting so far.

Nan Guannu's giving up is obviously the clearest understanding.

Yan Bingjian is the number one figure in the Five Swords Blessed Land; and if it weren’t for Su Xingke, Zuo Sheng would also be the face of Mingzhu Waterside.

The remaining five people had no right to be humble or to stop when they saw the opportunity. They each represented their own sect and would fight with all their might here. Every change in ranking would be a decisive battle. As the last sword light fell, Zuo Sheng defeated Yan Bingjian with difficulty. The revision meeting had its longest discussion, during which people from other seats kept asking questions.

Because Yan Bingjian's position would determine the outcome of the Five Swords Blessed Land this time, his fellow disciples who were accompanying him argued for it - because of Zuo Sheng's "sword-crazy" personality, he had actually practiced swordsmanship much longer than Yan Bingjian, and his talent was indeed inferior.

Finally, after three quarters of an hour, the Book Review Committee delivered the result to the figure sitting in front of the hall.

Sui Zaihua flipped through the paper and thought for about twenty breaths, then nodded gently: "Okay."

So everything was settled.

The Golden Book finally retained Zuo Sheng's fifth place, and Yan Bingjian was ranked sixth.

The Five Swords Blessed Land has not been able to make it into the top five so far, but three people from the Pearl Waterside are in the top ten and two are in the top five. The saying [watch the bright pearls shining on the falling petals] is about to come true.

As for the next discussion, Zuo Sheng remained silent and pointed his sword directly at Cui Zijie.

The whole place was silent for a moment. Everyone was paying attention to the three figures in the front, and finally one of them was included in the discussion.

【No. 34】

The first one is suspected to be Yuquan Mountain, Gengyi.

After writing this line, Pei Ye pinched his brows. After enduring the pain, he tried hard to recall the feelings in his heart.

This sword, like many of the previous ones, was the first time he had seen it, but it was beginning to be a bit difficult for him to remember it. Not only was it mentally exhausting, but the temperament of the sword itself also required a deep understanding.

Its murderous intent was icy and sharp. Pei Ye had never seen such a heart-chilling sword before. This was its unique feature.

But with such a deeper level of cold murderous intent, Pei Ye frowned and tapped the table lightly, and suddenly his brows relaxed slightly - yes, the sword can be transformed from the fog and can be born again.

He picked up his pen, wrote a few words at the end, and continued writing.

This bead took a little longer, about a moment.

[The God-Given Feathers] Cui Zijie is the last disciple of the master of Yuquan Mountain and also the most talented one among his peers. He was able to pass on the "Mayfly Transformation into a Wild Goose" which no one has learned for seventy years. This is regarded as a sign of the revival of Yuquan Mountain.

He is only nineteen years old, but he had already reached the eighth level of the Spirit Realm two years ago. Countless people call him the brightest sword in Shaolong. He and Xiang Zongyuan are the shining stars, because they have the same powerful and outstanding talents, but completely opposite personalities.

Now he is four years younger than Zuo Sheng. Even if he loses to Zuo Sheng, his position will most likely not change, and this discussion may not even be started.

But the moment Zuo Sheng looked over, he stood up with his sword in hand.

"The 142nd discussion, the fifth one, Zuo Sheng, and the third one, Cui Zijie. Before the discussion begins, let's fight with swords."

As the clear and bright voice fell, the whole audience was instantly excited. The meeting of compiling the books had entered its true climax. Even those who didn't know much about the martial arts world had already heard of these names.

Now, each of the top five has a legend on his shoulders, and the head-on sword fight between them is something that countless people have been looking forward to and debating for two months.

Two figures flew onto the sword platform, and all eyes were cast over there. They had just witnessed with their own eyes how powerful Zuo Sheng was, and the afterglow of excitement was still not over, and the figure on the opposite side would only make them more excited.

As for the rumored [Feathers Given by God], he no longer needed to prove anything for himself in advance. The much-fought Ten Directions Arena and Sword Arena Repair Book could not touch his clothes at all. Since he received the sword letter and came to the capital city, he had only been waiting for these most powerful battles.

Now he is finally about to draw his sword.

They exchanged swords.

Zuo Sheng drew his sword and drew an ink line on the stage.

At the end of the ink line, there was a ray of sword light that almost illuminated the entire sword platform.

People exclaimed in surprise, such a fierce opening was beyond imagination - this was the final sword he had just used to end Yan Bingjian!
This sword certainly did not really illuminate the entire sword stage, and the sword light that filled the sword stage was by no means dazzling.

They are soft and clear, like the radiance of pearls.

Zuo Sheng learned from the previous generation Mingzhu Shou, and this is the famous sword of that predecessor, [White Moon Reflecting on Water].

It was almost unimaginable that such a clear and beautiful sword could burst out from this silent black robe, but it was indeed close to the extreme. For an instant, the cold and beautiful artistic conception enveloped the countless spectators under the sword stage. Just now, Yan Bingjian's blazing fire sword was extinguished by such a cold and beautiful water moon and sank to the bottom of the lake.

How should Cui Zijie face such an almost flawless artistic conception?

Cui Zijie drew his sword and threw it away from the sheath, raised his sharp eyes, and countless people screamed in surprise in an instant.

Because my skin could really feel the stinging coldness.

The sword light went straight towards Zuo Sheng. The artistic conception of [White Moon Reflecting on the Water] enveloped it but did not drown it. Instead, it helped it to sharpen the cold and murderous intent!
Everyone seemed to hear a sharp sound. It was such a chilling murderous intent that seemed to have burned a straight gash in the water and moon realm.

"Yuquan Sword Forging Technique" [Cold Spring Sword Tempering]

No one expected that the cold and beautiful sword that submerged Yan Bingjian would be broken by Cui Zijie with just one sword. Even though they had been looking forward to it for many days, they had never thought that they would see such a sword light that would make the whole audience feel cold.

This is already the ultimate sword of murderous intent, and Cui Zijie has pushed it to the extreme of the extreme!
No one could think of how to resist such a sword - all the amazing sword skills seen before were useless. Until the next moment, Zuo Sheng pursed his lips and twisted his sword wrist, and everything suddenly became dark.

It was still the same artistic conception, but the white moon suddenly went out, the heavy water rose suddenly, and everything dimmed - everyone saw that this was never the autumn moon on the lake, but an uninhabited abyss with cliffs on both sides thousands of feet high. When this bright pearl went out, the whole world was left with only terrifying coldness.

It turned out that defeating Yan Bingjian just now was not the end of his strength. This silent black-clad swordsman is now showing his profound and heavy swordsmanship to everyone.

And this sword is by no means a repetition of others' ideas, it is what those who walk on the mountain of swordsmanship are trying - a double-edged sword in the artistic conception, [Dark Pearl Sinking into the Abyss].

Many people suddenly re-recognized the high level of swordsmanship of the previous generation [Mingzhu Shou]. On the current sword stage, it turned out that Cui Zijie's cold sword only burned through the pearl light. Now that the dark water and the cliff were all pressing down, it seemed that this sharp and cold sword had nowhere to escape.

The artistic conception of "depression" can only be created and learned by extremely repressed and tenacious people, and it has always been rare and difficult. Obviously, for Zuo Sheng, [Dark Pearl Sinking into the Abyss] is the true condensation of his fifteen years of silent sword practice.

Cui Zijie pursed his lips, his eyes were serious and bright, and then in such a sword field, he suddenly closed his eyes and let go of the sword.

[Throwing water and turning into a dragon]

The sword fell into the abyss, but did not sink. Instead, it turned into an equally cold dragon and leaped up from the bottom of the abyss!

Tiny ice crystals formed on the water surface, the cliff was covered with frost, and a sword dragon broke out of the water.

Countless people exclaimed at such a stunning artistic conception. However, the Jiao is not a dragon after all, and it cannot fly on the clouds. The two swords instantly started to wrestle - no one knew whether the Jiaolong was sharper or the abyss was deeper.

But this struggle only lasted for a moment.

The dragon jumped out of the water, Cui Zijie opened his eyes, and lowered his hand to grasp the fallen sword again.

Then came a change that no one had expected. For the first time, Zuo Sheng’s face showed a look of surprise - the cliff was already filled with fog.

The long sword turned into smoke when it was tempered with water. Deep in the extreme murderous intent of this cold spring-tempered sword was actually countless misty white fog.

A deep ravine can trap a dragon, but it cannot trap clouds and fog. The sword dragon dissolves into the fog, and when it re-condenses, it is already outside the realm of the water abyss.

[Sword in the Mist]

Cui Zijie pulled out the tempered sword from the fog, the sharp blade was placed against Zuo Sheng's throat.

The whole audience erupted in loud cheers. The two's understanding and development of the sword of will were completely on a different level from the people before them. Countless people felt their horizons were broadened. Zuo Sheng was already amazing enough, and the first sword strike of this [Heaven-Given Feather] was as legendary as his reputation.

Although they were four years apart in age, he did not use the legendary "Mayfly Transformation" at all.

The decision was quickly made. Sui Zaihua nodded without even looking at the note, and his clear voice spread outside the stage.

"The 142nd discussion, Zuo Sheng, the fifth and third. The sword duel is over, the discussion is over, and it is settled: the fifth in the sword book."

(End of this chapter)