Changyang

"I?"

The young swordsman rested his right hand on the scabbard at his waist, jumped down from the rocky mountaintop, and landed lightly and silently. He reached out to receive the red post from the master of the sword hall and looked down at it.

The sword cultivators around him were still talking about it.

"Challenge Li Zhizheng? Can you survive three moves?"

"Finally, a courageous swordsman appears. I'm really looking forward to this competition."

"Young Daoist Li is the number one in the Chongtian Class. I think the sword cultivators on the fifth floor are going crazy."

Li Zhizheng was born in Kunlun, the largest sect in the spiritual world. Not only has he always been the top swordsman in the Dizi class, but with his strength, he can even be called the leader of the Dizi class.

There is no doubt that I will be able to enter the Tianzi class in the future.

A monk from the lower fifth level actually challenged a monk from the Quasi-Tianzi class. Who could not be shocked?

Li Zhizheng returned the red sticker to the head of the sword hall: "Can you go back after the beating?"

Obviously, he didn't take this competition to heart and just wanted to get over it as soon as possible and go back to practice.

"That's all for today." The head of the sword hall showed interest, "Let's go and see which of the lower five levels has such courage."

……

In the dojo of the fifth-floor academy, several groups of monks from the lower-five floors led by deacons were gathered in front of notice boards.

Changyang looked at the top [-] list posted on the bulletin board, or rather at the top of the list.

The monks in the Dizi class were all in the late stage of the Golden Core. Those who could occupy the top spot would definitely be at the peak of the late stage. She wanted to know the gap between herself and the strongest Golden Core cultivator.

It's just that, she is not sure of winning five thousand spiritual stones.

The deacon of the sword hall wrote down the ninth name, raised his head and asked: "Changyang, who do you choose?"

Changyang turned around and replied, "Li Zhizheng."

The deacon said that there is a competition at the end of every month, and she will have a chance to obtain spiritual stones later, so there is no rush this time.

The deacon of Jian Tang held his pen for a moment, and had an unexpected yet reasonable feeling: "Are you sure? He was born in Kunlun and is very powerful. He is only one step away from Nascent Soul."

There are many masters in Kunlun, and there are many capable people, among which Sword Palace is the most famous.

Li Zhizheng was born in Jian Palace, so she picked the hardest bone to gnaw on.

"Confirmed." Chang Yang nodded, "It's a rare opportunity to fight against the Kunlun disciples."

When she said this, her eyes were bright and there was no fear on her plain face, only the will to fight.

The star world is indeed a good place. If she were in the spirit world, she would have very few opportunities to come into contact with the disciples of the first sect.

Seeing this, the deacon of the sword hall stopped trying to persuade him and lowered his head to write the last confirmed name on the red post.

"Changyang!"

At this time, not far away, Ping Qingyun waved to Changyang and squeezed through the crowd with Bai Mei.

Ping Qingyun asked with a sad face: "Are you going to compete later?"

"Bi." Chang Yang pointed sideways at the red sticker in the sword hall's deacon's hand, "We just selected the challenger."

"I also chose." Baimei said happily. She was told that she would come up to fight with other demon cultivators, and she had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Seeing that they knew each other, the deacon of the sword hall asked from the side: "Who did you choose?"

Baimei didn't remember his name at all, so he held his head high and said arrogantly: "The strongest one."

If you want to fight, hit the strongest!

The deacon of Jiantang glanced at Changyang and asked Ping Qingyun: "Where are you?"

"I chose Chen Ji."

The deacon of the sword hall looked at the three of them and couldn't help but smile: "No wonder you are friends, you have such a tacit understanding that you chose the top spot."

Ping Qingyun was confused at first, and then he was shocked: "Isn't Chen Ji number one from the bottom?!"

Because he was afraid that someone else would snatch the last place, he rushed to be the first to choose the challenger.

The deacon of the sword hall was surprised: "Who told you that Chen Ji is the last one?"

Ping Qingyun suddenly turned his head and looked at the bulletin board of the sword cultivator next to him. The names were arranged from top to bottom. It was the same as that of the demon cultivator, but it was completely different from his list.

The list of fortune tellers was arranged vertically from right to left, just like the layout of a book. He thought that the strongest fortune teller was at the beginning on the right, so he made a quick decision and chose the last one on the left.

Ping Qingyun's face was full of pain: "Why should No.1 be placed last!"

After hearing this, the deacon of the sword hall also remembered the ranking of Bu Xiu's list, and he said: "You deacons should be able to explain it."

Ping Qingyun: "..."

Because he didn't have time to listen at all, he rushed to choose the name at the bottom, and then sneaked to find Baimei next door, who was howling excitedly.

"It's a done deal." Chang Yang patted Ping Qingyun on the shoulder and said sincerely, "Let's have a good competition."

Ping Qingyun raised his head and arms, with tears in his eyes: "Master, God is going to kill me!"

……

The monks on the lower five levels were separated into teams of sword cultivators, divination cultivators, etc. in the dojo, and were led by the deacons to stand in front of their respective competition stages.

There is only one deacon on the sword cultivator side, but the other monks were selected from the ten classes of Xuanhuang, so deacons from each class also came.

There are many people.

"The person chosen first will go up first." The deacon of the sword hall and the ten young sword cultivators then looked at Chang Yang, "You are the last one to compete."

After hearing this, Chang Yang said: "Deacon, I'll go to Bu Xiu's place first to have a look."

Ping Qingyun is the first to choose and will definitely be the first to compete.

"Go." The deacon of the sword hall did not stop him, "I will call you when the competition is about to begin."

Chang Yang walked to the side, and the monks from the Dizi Class also arrived one after another, and she was quickly lost in the crowd.

At this time, the sword cultivators from the Dizi class had just arrived.

The director of the sword hall glanced at the young monks in front of the stage and asked the deacon of the sword hall: "Who is the monk who challenges us for the top spot?"

"gone."

The head of the sword hall was stunned: "Leaved?"

The deacon nodded: "Let's watch her friends compete."

The monks from the Dizi class behind the master of the sword hall could not stand any longer. They all looked at Li Zhizheng and whispered.

"Why is the monk so crazy? He actually left immediately?"

"Are you looking down on our swordsmanship class?"

"They must be deliberately trying to intimidate us."

"Li Zhizheng, you will pick that monk with one sword later!"

Li Zhizheng frowned slightly. He had no expectations for this competition and planned to deal with it, but the other party picked him and walked away, which was really unpleasant.

Chang Yang, who was in the crowd at the other end, was completely unaware of what was happening on the sword cultivator's side. She had a simple idea and wanted to see the level of the other monks at the top of the list.

It happened that Ping Qingyun was the first to compete and Baimei was the third. After watching them compete, it was almost her turn.

"I'm going up." Ping Qingyun had tears in his eyes and told Chang Yang and Bai Mei, "If the injury is severe, remember to carry me back and be gentle."

Baimei clenched his fist and hit his shoulder, very loyal: "I'll carry you away!"

"Hurry up and don't delay." Deacon Huang Wubuxiu urged impatiently.

The deacons in other classes were all laughing at the joke, and he was still crying.

Ping Qingyun could only move to the stage step by step, but Bu Xiu Chen Ji had already gone up.

The director of Butang stood in the stands and his voice came down clearly: "There is no time limit for the competition. If you fall off the stage or fall to the ground, you will lose."

"Are you from the fifth class of Huang?" On the stage, Chen Ji was spinning a small gossip disk between his fingers. He looked at Ping Qingyun, "Didn't you calculate your own outcome before coming here?"

How dare Ping Qingyun say that his divination and arithmetic skills are average? He cleared his throat: "If you want to fight, fight quickly."

Let him lose early and end early.

"I've made a fortune for you." Chen Ji threw up the gossip plate in his hand, "You will definitely lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light of the hexagram disk flashed in mid-air, and a huge hexagram array suddenly appeared at his feet, including Ping Qingyun.

Chen Ji made a seal with both hands: "Xun Gua rises."

Ping Qingyun was suddenly attacked by a gust of wind. He didn't have any luck at all. His whole body floated up in a whoosh, and he was about to fly off the stage.

"Ahhh!" Ping Qingyun shouted, barely using his spiritual power, and trying hard to grab the pillar with both hands to keep from falling.

But the strong wind was still there, and he was blown around the pillar like a stick, his face deformed.

Surrounding audience: "..."

Deacon Huang Wu looked up to the sky, wishing he could escape and disappear: This is just one move!
Shame on you, you can’t pick the top one!
Chen Ji frowned, and the wind hexagram rose, but his opponent was not blown off for a long time. Instead, he hugged the stone pillar tightly, and even the friction caused sparks, but he did not let go and fell.

"Thunder!" Chen Ji used his technique, changing the wind into thunder, and was about to strike at Ping Qingyun, who was clinging to the stone pillar.

The strong wind suddenly stopped, dark clouds gathered in the Bagua Pan, and a thick thunder struck.

"Master!" Ping Qingyun screamed, released his hands, struck the ground with his palms, and jumped back to the stage with the help of his strength.

Chen Ji was not in a hurry. The Bagua disk under his feet quickly rotated, including the opponent in the Zhen Gua. Waves of thunder and lightning struck at him non-stop.

Ping Qingyun ran wildly on the stage, but could not get out of the due east position.

The entire stage was included in the Bagua array by Chen Ji, and it already belonged to his space. When he pointed east, it was east.

Ping Qingyun was sweating profusely. His divination ability was average and his realm was not as good as Chen Ji's. He was unable to carve out his own space on the stage.

"All gods are above and all luck is blessing me."

Ping Qingyun rolled to the ground to avoid a dry thunder, and at the same time, he kneaded the secrets in his sleeves and chanted in a low voice.

He is not good at divination, but it does not prevent him from seeking luck.

——Change the hexagram with luck.

Ping Qingyun first learned this from Chang Yang, and he often used this trick in subsequent classes, causing Deacon Huang Wubutang to think that his divination ability was acceptable.

A very shallow trace of luck mixed into the golden Bagua plate from the feet of Ping Qingyun.

Ping Qingyun's spiritual power hit the ground and forced him to run out of the east position.

Chen Ji, who was in the center of the hexagram eye, didn't notice any small changes. He let him run north and changed the hexagram with his hands: "Kan Shui Sheng."

Ping Qingyun, who was running wildly, suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Ji in the center: Now!
He seized the short gap between the hexagrams and struck Chen Ji with all his spiritual power.

At the same time, a huge wave of water surged up in the formation and rushed towards Ping Qingyun. The huge force hit him, which was irresistible.

However, Chen Ji, who was in the center of the formation, did not expect Ping Qingyun's sudden palm spiritual power, coupled with the self-confidence of Sheng Shui Gua, he was hit by this palm and fell back again and again.

Even then, he didn't panic much.

Because Chen Ji had seen Ping Qingyun fall to the ground and was about to be washed off the stage by the water.

He backed up to the edge of the stone platform, raised the corner of his mouth, and was about to take back the Bagua Magical Artifact. Suddenly, there was a strange feeling under his feet. The stone on the edge was originally shaken by lightning, but now it was hit by another person's weight, and suddenly cracked.

Chen Ji was unprepared for a moment, lost his footing, and fell directly.

Just when his toes landed, Ping Qingyun was also washed off the stage by the waves.

Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat: "..."

Onlookers: "?"

Chang Yang in the crowd whispered: "Ping Qingyun wins."

After a period of silence, the noise gradually increased.

"Who wins this?"

"Whoever lands first loses."

"Who landed first just now? Did you see it?"

"That Huang Wu, please step down first."

The head of Butang waved his sleeves and released the Reflection Bead, allowing everyone to watch the scene again.

The picture is clearly visible. When Chen Ji was standing on the edge of the stage, Ping Qingyun had been washed off the stage by the water in the hexagram. However, the water was too strong and he was thrown in a straight line. He did not land for a long time, but Chen Ji, who suddenly stepped out of the air, actually touched the ground one step forward. .

The onlookers were silent again: "..."

The director of Butang coughed and said: "According to the regulations, the first one to fall loses. In this round, Huang Wu and Qing Yun win."

There was a burst of booing all around, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this was entirely due to the good luck of the monks from the fifth class of Huang. Chen Ji had already won.

Chen Ji couldn't believe it, his face turned blue, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

He lost.

The top spot in Dizi class fortune-telling was lost to a yellow five.

After three months, he will be demoted to the Xuanzi class.

When Ping Qingyun, who was lying on the ground, heard this, he immediately got up and looked up to the sky with tears in his eyes: "Master, I won!"

It was only because Chen Ji's Bagua array did not completely cover the edge of the stone platform that he had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The nearby monks glared at him, and Ping Qingyun quickly squeezed into the crowd with his head shrunk, not forgetting to say to Deacon Huang Wubutang: "Deacon, remember to give it to me when the spirit stone reward is given out later."

Deacon Huang Wubutang felt embarrassed, but also happy that the student in charge suffered a loss. His expression was complicated: "Don't worry, you will not be spared."

Ping Qingyun became happy and said to Chang Yang and the others: "Let's go, is Bai Mei going to the stage?"

……

The elective courses in the Beast Control Hall on the lower five floors are basically demon cultivation. During this time, Baimei is not only learning about the beasts of the four realms, but also learning how to fully control his body.

Originally, she was accustomed to fighting by instinct, biting the prey's neck with her wolf fangs, and tearing the prey's body into pieces with her hands. However, the deacon of the Beast Control Hall asked her to change it, saying that she was wasting her demonic power.

After being taught by the deacon of the Beast Control Hall, Bai Mei felt uncomfortable at first, but she did feel the benefits later on, and she could continue fighting longer.

The competition between the demon cultivators was not slow. The gap in realm pressure between demons was much larger than that of other cultivators. In the first two competitions, all the demon cultivators from the Xuan Class were defeated.

The third demon cultivator has come on stage. He is a male demon with a long face and eagle eyes. He exudes a strong pressure just by standing there.Ping Qingyun was just immersed in the joy of victory when he looked up and saw the male demon. His joy faded and he turned to Baimei and said: "He looks like he can fight very well. I'll help you bless him."

Bai Mei knocked his hand away: "I can hit him too!"

She jumped onto the stage and howled at the opponent, causing the stage to shake.

The male demon opposite was unmoved and just said: "Wolf demon."

Bai Mei raised a finger and slowly moved it left and right.

The male demon looked surprised: "No?"

The wolf howled just now, was it some demon cultivator who was good at imitating sounds?Parrots are still...

Bai Mei held her head high and said loudly, "I am Bai Mei, the beautiful wolf in the wild wilderness."

The demon wasteland in the demon world is bitterly cold and has few minerals and minerals. They are all mixed-blood demon cultivators with low realms. She is not ashamed and even shouts loudly.

Male Demon: "...mentally retarded."

Bai Mei tilted his head: "Are you called mentally retarded?"

Although she is not proficient in human language, she still understands the meaning of the word mentally retarded.

Sure enough, her name sounds much better than other demon cultivators.

The corners of the male demon's mouth twitched and he said no more. When the host in the stands started speaking, he immediately attacked Bai Mei.

But in the blink of an eye, the two demons exchanged several moves on the stage.

Bai Mei was scratched with long blood marks from her right shoulder to her forearm. While she was in pain, she restrained the male demon's arm with her left hand, lowered her feet, and tried hard to knock him to the ground.

She is extremely strong, and an ordinary monk would definitely be knocked down.

However, when the male demon's feet left the ground, he used his strength to kick Baimei's waist and abdomen. This kick was as fast as lightning and carried the power of thunder.

Bai Mei subconsciously let go of the opponent's arm and retreated to the side. Unexpectedly, the male demon saw through her intention and pierced her forearm with the sharp claws on the fingertips of his right hand, preventing her from breaking free. Two wings suddenly released from his back shoulders, and the two of them flew into the air. .

In mid-air, Bai Mei was not allowed to escape, and he kept kicking Bai Mei in the abdomen.

Foot after foot.

However, when they met face to face, Bai Mei was severely injured.

"He's a bird demon!" Ping Qingyun in the audience raised his head and looked into the air, his face full of anxiety.

Bai Mei was kicked and vomited blood!
Next to her, Chang Yang frowned. The demon cultivator in the late stage of Jindan was indeed very powerful. She looked into the air and said, "There is still a chance."

For Bai Mei, this injury would not cause him to lose all his fighting power, and he would be able to break free from the male demon if he found an opportunity.

Bai Mei was kicked so hard that she was dizzy and spurted out two streams of blood. She pouted, revealing two wolf fangs, and stared at the opponent fiercely.

When the male demon wanted to kick Baimei away from the competition platform, she tightly wrapped her hands around his forearms and slammed her head into the male demon's head.

Following a dull collision, the two of them suddenly separated in mid-air. Bai Mei fell to the ground with a heavy waist and stepped back a foot away.

The male demon flapped its wings and flew into the air. He shook his head vigorously, raised his head and let out a sharp cry from his throat. He swooped down, with curved claws growing from the fingertips of his hands, and scratched Bai Mei's head fiercely.

Baimei rolled on the spot and barely avoided it.

However, the male demon can hover in the air for a long time, but Baimei cannot fly. He can only chase after him with one jump, but he cannot hold it for long.

Not long after, Bai Mei was covered with claw marks and bleeding.

She howled angrily, and when the male demon descended from the air and attacked again, she got down on her hands and knees and transformed into wolf limbs, jumped up and hugged the male demon.

The two demons rolled around on the ground several times. During this period, Baimei kept hitting each other's head with his head. The male demon also showed his sharp claws and scratched her flesh crazily.

Ping Qingyun covered his eyes with his hands, looked at the stage from between his fingers, and shouted, "Bai Mei, knock him out!"

Chang Yang stared at the stage: "Bai Mei can't suppress him."

After all, the male demon was at the peak of the late golden elixir. Baimei hit him with his head wildly. Once he waited for him to react, the move quickly became ineffective.

Sure enough, a layer of demonic power emerged from the male demon on the stage, and he took off [-]% of the force that Bai Mei had thrown at her. Then he turned over and threw her out.

Before Bai Mei could stand still, she rushed towards him again.

The two of them were punching each other hard, fighting each other, and the blood was flowing.

Baimei relied on his rough skin and thick flesh, and he was able to fight the opponent vigorously despite being covered in blood and flesh.

but……

The male demon was also angered. His hands turned into eagle hooks and claws, and he stabbed Baimei's shoulders forcefully. Then he flapped his wings and flew high, taking her high into the sky again.

When everyone looked up, he retracted his eagle claws, stepped on Baimei's chest with both feet, fell from the sky, stepped on him all the way, and finally Baimei suddenly fell down, returned to his human form, and sank deeply into the stage.

The male demon still didn't leave, standing on Bai Mei's body with both feet, kicking her head repeatedly, and said angrily: "I'll let you hit her!"

Bai Mei was trapped in the pit of the stone platform. With her as the center, there were constant cracks all around, and blood even flowed along the lines.

"She has fallen to the ground, stop fighting." Ping Qingyun shouted anxiously onto the stage.

The male demon was playing with real fire, but he stopped so easily and couldn't hear the words around him at all.

The director of the Royal Beast Hall in the stands narrowed his eyes and was about to wave his sleeves to brush the male demon away when he suddenly noticed something and stopped his hand.

The male demon on the stage was kicking the white eyebrow in the pit on the head, with at least [-]% of the force, which could destroy her even if she didn't die.

Bai Mei, who was suddenly unconscious, struggled to raise his hand to block his kick. At the same time, his wolf claws were broken and he also grabbed the male demon's ankle.

Her head was bleeding, and her face could no longer be seen clearly. She clenched her teeth and hugged the male demon, rolled him hard, and brought him down.

The male demon was angry, and the wings beneath him twitched, trying to take him to fly again.

Baimei gasped for air, her chest was choked with blood, her breathing was labored, and she grinned toothily, with a strong smell of blood.

She used all her demonic power to lock the male demon tightly, let out a dull wolf howl, and forced him to roll off the competition platform with her.

Bai Mei's straight mind still vaguely remembers what Ping Qingyun relied on to win before. Before landing, he deliberately controlled his sideways so as to land at the same time.

The male demon fell to the ground and was stunned. Then he reacted, his eyes were red, and his eagle claws grabbed Bai Mei's carotid artery: "How dare you bastard!"

"presumptuous!"

The leader of the Royal Beast Hall waved his sleeves and knocked the male demon away. He looked down and said coldly: "This round is a draw, no reward."

Baimei lay on the ground and looked at the sky. Everywhere was painful, but she laughed happily.

"Still smiling." Ping Qingyun rushed over and didn't know where to help her up.

Changyang took out the healing water from the storage bag and applied it to Baimei's severe external wounds.

The demon cultivator from the Dizi class looked at the unconscious Baimei warily, and was already thinking about how to deal with her if she was selected to compete next month.

Not to mention, the male demon who was knocked away was staring at Bai Mei with his eagle eyes. As long as she chooses him next month, he will never give her any chance again, and he will definitely make the other party regret the competition.

"I'll take her to the medical hall to have a look." Ping Qingyun said, "Changyang, you go and wait for the competition first."

Changyang picked up the jade token, transferred some points to Baimei, and said to him: "If it's not enough, I'll give it on credit."

Ping Qingyun nodded and raised his eyebrows: "I know."

Chang Yang watched them leave, then turned and walked towards Jian Xiu.

Ping Qingyun walked halfway, turned around and looked at the fifth-floor school dojo in the distance, and suddenly realized something was wrong: Changyang was also a fighting madman, and if she couldn't be saved, he would have to come again and take her to the hospital.

……

"Has your friend finished the competition?" The deacon of the sword hall asked when he saw Chang Yang coming back and came down from the stands.

Chang Yang nodded slightly: "The competition is over."

The deacon of the sword hall asked: "What was the result?"

The sword cultivator competition stage is at the far end, farthest from the beast control hall and the divination cultivation competition stage, so the situation cannot be seen clearly.

"One win and one draw."

Deacon Sword Cultivator was surprised: "Who won?"

Changyang looked at the sword cultivator competition platform: "Ping Qingyun."

Deacon Sword Cultivator didn't know the names of Chang Yang's two friends. He thought for a moment and said, "It's not bad that your divination cultivator friend can tie with the top divination cultivator in the Dizi class."

Seeing his face full of despair before, he thought he would definitely lose.

Chang Yang glanced at the deacon of Jiantang: "Chen Ji lost."

Hearing this, the deacon of the sword hall finally realized what he meant after a long while: "Ping Qingyun is your friend who practices divination?"

Changyang: "Yes."

After a long time, the deacon of the sword hall breathed out: "You should not judge a person by his appearance."

The sword cultivator competition went faster than expected. Except for the seventh sword cultivator, which took a while and ended in a tie, the remaining five sword cultivators were no match for the upper five sword cultivators, even if the last one was selected. , also lost.

"It's your turn." The deacon of the sword hall turned to Chang Yang and said, "Do your best."

Chang Yang walked out of the crowd, tiptoed, and jumped onto the competition stage.

The sword cultivator in the calligraphy class below had already noticed her, and now he could see her more clearly.

"I feel average, and I'm not an expert."

"It's just an ordinary golden elixir in the middle stage."

"It's her. It's better for Li Zhizheng to be more vigilant."

"you recognize?"

"Not counting acquaintance, she is the monk who advanced to two levels in a row and killed Tang Jie in front of the Beidou Pavilion."

"That Changyang?"

Some monks in Nandou Pavilion have heard of this name, but unlike the fifth-level monks in Beidou Pavilion, they have seen her before.

"I've advanced two levels in a row. My talent is not bad, but it's just a foundation-building cross-gold elixir. All of the earth characters present here can pick one out at random."

"Too."

Li Zhi was a monk from Nandou Zhai who didn't know Chang Yang. He didn't care about the comments around him. He rested with his arms folded for a long time. It wasn't until the head of the sword hall called his name that he opened his eyes and flew up to the stage.

He stood opposite Chang Yang without saying a word and his eyes were unwavering. When the master said something, he immediately swung his sword and slashed at him.

He didn't hold back at all with his sword, and he obviously wanted to win this contest quickly and without leaving any chance.

As soon as the huge sword intent came out, it almost choked all the young monks in the audience. Chang Yang, who was at the front of the sword intent, felt even more pressure, and even his exposed skin could feel the stinging pain like needles.

If she were hit by this sword, she would probably be seriously injured and step down.

Fortunately, Chang Yang knew that the opponent was about to swing his sword the moment Li Zhizheng unsheathed his sword early in the morning, so he ran to the side first and avoided it at the last moment.

Even so, the sword grazed her cheek. The sharp sword wind scratched the side of her face, and a very shallow blood mark suddenly appeared.

She turned sideways and drew her sword at the same time. She took advantage of the situation and took a few steps closer. She used her wrist bones to swing the sword. Thousands of sword shadows suddenly appeared and stabbed Li Zhizheng.

"The response is good." The master of the sword hall in the stands praised, "Huiliu sword skill? It has your charm."

The deacon of the sword hall who returned to the stand said calmly: "I can't hurt your students."

Sure enough, on the stage, Li Zhizheng slashed vertically with his sword, but with just one strike, he defeated Chang Yang's Huiliu sword skill.

The head of the sword hall asked: "How many moves do you think he can win?"

"Who?" the sword hall deacon asked.

The master of the sword hall laughed: "Do you think your student can win?"

The deacon of the sword hall was noncommittal: "The top scorer in the Dizi class has already lost."

The head of the sword hall looked down with interest: "Let's see if the number one sword cultivator will be replaced."

On the stage, two young sword cultivators did not hold back their hands or leave any temptation, and they fought with all their strength.

When Chang Yang dodged his sword and struck back, Li Zhizheng stopped being contemptuous, fully activated his spiritual power, and approached violently.

He grasped the handle of the sword tightly with his five fingers and turned it slightly, raising the blade of the sword.

Changyang's five senses were opened to the extreme, and she felt a flash of light from the blade. She felt a chill all over her body and was shrouded in the opponent's sword energy.

At the moment of life and death, she supported the ground with her sword and leaned back to avoid the sword thrown by Li Zhizheng.

The cold sword blade grazed her chin, almost piercing into the flesh, just for a moment longer.

At the same time, Chang Yang propped his sword on the ground and swung out the majestic sword energy, along the stone platform, directly attacking Li Zhizheng on the opposite side.

Li Zhizheng almost got hit. He hit the stone platform with his left hand and pushed it off the ground.

He flew back and looked deeply at Chang Yang: "You are not bad, you are worthy of my next sword."

Without waiting for her to react, Li Zhizheng landed on the ground, holding the sword in both hands. The spiritual energy in the air suddenly burst into chaos. As he stood up, he slashed horizontally, hitting Chang Yang on the opposite side.

Changyang could clearly feel that his sword intention had changed. It was far different from the original sword intention. Her eyes were solemn, the Lingfu Golden Pill was running rapidly, all the spiritual power was concentrated on her right wrist, and a thin layer of golden light appeared on the sword blade.

They all tiptoed, jumped up from the competition platform, and rushed towards each other.

The two sword intents clashed fiercely, forcing the young sword cultivators in the audience to retreat unconsciously, but the two people at the center seemed to be unaware and forced to head on.

"Zheng-"

The two sword intentions finally collided hard.

As soon as they made contact, Chang Yang noticed that the opponent's sword intention was vast, and when she was included in it, she suddenly became small, and then felt helpless to resist.

The master of the sword hall in the stands clapped his hands on the railing and exclaimed in shock: "Kunlun Taoism!"

Chang Yang found that she was afraid, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she immediately bit the tip of her tongue, her eyes ignited with fierce fighting intent, her hands poured spiritual power into the sword again, and she even took a step forward.

After a while, a crisp "click" sound suddenly appeared.

At this moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down. Changyang turned his head and lowered his eyes, watching helplessly as the sword in his hand suddenly broke in half because it could not withstand the two sword intents.

"boom!"

The sword breaks without blocking.

Li Zhizheng's sword intent, which was full of Kunlun Taoism, finally hit Changyang and knocked her off the stage.

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