Rise of Qinglian

The young woman in the green dress smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Du, why don't we make a bet on whether Junior Nephew Wang can advance to the top ten?"

In the second round of the competition, there were fifty-three sword cultivators at the core formation stage. If Wang Qingshan advanced to the fourth round, he would advance to the top ten.

According to the rules of the sword fighting conference, the cultivation level of the alchemy monks participating in the sword fighting competition cannot be higher than the sixth level. If the cultivation level is too high, they can control more flying swords, which is unfair to the alchemy monks with low cultivation level.

Du Yunlong's young disciple has the cultivation of the fifth level of pill formation, and the newly promoted Seventh Son of Wanjian is the key training target of Wanjian Sect.

Du Yunlong could see that the beautiful woman in purple was no match for Wang Qingshan. In other words, there was no problem for Wang Qingshan to advance to the third round. As long as he won one more game, he would be able to advance to the top ten.

"Since he is a disciple of Fellow Daoist Ye, there is no problem in advancing to the top ten. How about letting him compete with my disciples to see who wins and who loses?"

"Your disciple is at the fifth level of alchemy formation, while Senior Nephew Wang is only at the third level. Moreover, Senior Nephew Wang has not officially entered the profession and has relatively few flying swords in his hands. It is unfair to him."

Du Yunlong smiled indifferently and said, "Okay! In half a quarter of an hour, Rui'er worships Xiaoyou Wang, and he only uses a flying sword. I will use this piece of gold and silver as a bet, how about it?"

He turned his palm over, and a piece of silver ore as big as an egg appeared in his hand. There were some golden spots on the surface of the silver ore.

"Okay, it's settled, I'll make a bet with a piece of the skin of a fourth-level snow python."

The young woman in the green dress took out a piece of snow-white animal skin, looking confident.

With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's sword technique, the green flying swords around him quickly merged into one, turning into a huge green dragon, and rushed towards the opposite side with teeth and claws.

The beautiful woman in purple used her sword skills, and the eight purple flying swords turned into a purple dragon with a thick waist, facing the green dragon.

Two dragons fought together. The purple dragon was larger and had some advantages, while the green dragon was at a disadvantage.

Wang Qingshan frowned, opened his mouth, and a cyan rainbow shot out and sank into the cyan dragon's body. The cyan dragon's size swelled, its light shone brightly, and it was wrapped in a layer of cyan hurricane.

The situation suddenly reversed. The green dragon steadily suppressed the purple dragon, but the purple dragon retreated steadily. It was no match for the green dragon.

"Break it for me."

The purple dragon's body suddenly exploded, and countless purple sword energy flew out, overwhelming the blue dragon.

The green dragon opened its bloody mouth, and a powerful air flow emerged out of thin air, swallowing up all the incoming green sword energy. It shook its head and tail, rushed into the purple flying sword, and swallowed all the eight hundred green flying swords. In the belly.

The beautiful woman in purple furrowed her brows tightly, and kept moving her sword skills. A "clang" sound of gold and iron clashing came from the blue dragon's body.

The green dragon kept flying over the ring, unaffected.

No matter how the beautiful woman in purple contacted her flying sword, the cyan dragon was not affected at all.

Her face became ugly. After trying for a quarter of an hour, the cyan dragon was still intact, so she could only admit defeat.

"Wang Qingshan wins."

After Wang Qingshan heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiaoyao Sword Master taught him how to control the sword, especially the skills of controlling the flying sword. He was taught by a famous teacher. Wang Qingshan himself also has a talent for swordsmanship and practiced it diligently. Naturally, he was better than The average sword cultivator is very powerful.

The beautiful woman in purple let out a long sigh, cupped her hands at Wang Qingshan and said, "My dear fellow Daoist Wang, you have superb swordsmanship, I admire you."

"Mrs. Liu, I accept."

Wang Qingshan said modestly, put away his flying sword, jumped off the ring, and watched other people fighting swords.

Cheng Zhenyu, Nangong Fu, Li Rui and Hai Xinshui all paid homage to their opponents one after another. Cheng Zhenyu's cultivation level was not high and it took him half an hour to defeat his opponent. Li Rui and Nangong Fu won easily. Their sword control skills were very superb. And there are complete sets of flying swords, and the quality of the flying swords is also very good.

If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his weapon. For sword cultivators, a good flying sword can improve their strength.

At the end of the second round of competition, twenty-seven sword cultivators advanced to the next round. This time, Wang Qingshan had better luck and got an empty draw.

Cheng Zhenyu's opponent was a yellow-robed man with five levels of alchemy. The yellow-robed man had six yellow flying swords, which could release wild sand to injure the enemy. Cheng Zhenyu's number of flying swords and cultivation were inferior to those of the yellow-robed man, so he lost. Competition.

Hai Xinling controlled the flying sword to transform into various monster forms, and attacked the opponent's flying sword fiercely. Under her crazy attack, she won the victory not long after.

Li Rui and Nangong Fu's performance was still eye-catching, and it didn't take long to defeat their opponents.

"Master Nephew Wang, I am your Master Liu. Li Rui, Daoyou Du's young disciple, will compete with you later. Don't worry, the competition will be beneficial to you. If you win, I will give you a big reward. Do you understand?"

A gentle female voice came to Wang Qingshan's ears.

Wang Qingshan looked towards the rostrum and his eyes collided with a young woman in a green dress.

"Yes, disciple, I obey."

Wang Qingshan did not dare to neglect and quickly sent a message to agree.

A quarter of an hour later, the third round of competition ended, and fourteen swordsmen advanced to the fourth round.

This time, Wang Qingshan’s opponent was Hai Xinling.

At the beginning of the competition, they almost shot at the same time, and neither of them held back.

Hai Xinling released nine red flying swords, which turned into nine giant red pythons with thick waists and rushed towards them.

Hai Xinling's cultivation level is higher than Wang Qingshan's, and the number of flying swords is also higher than Wang Qingshan's. Wang Qingshan plans to fight quickly.

He sacrificed his green glass sword and turned it into a green rainbow several feet long, slashing at nine giant red pythons.

With a pinch of Hai Xinshang's sword technique, the nine giant red pythons merged into one and turned into a huge red dragon. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the cyan Changhong in one gulp.

With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's sword technique, the red dragon's face showed pain, its body split into two, and a cyan rainbow flew out.

Hai Xinling frowned slightly, opened her mouth, and a red rainbow shot out, facing the cyan rainbow.

Clang clang clang!

There was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing, and green and red lights alternated.

Hai Xinshang pinched the sword technique, and the red rainbow light surged, and a large red flame emerged. The cyan flying sword was slightly at a disadvantage.

Wang Qingshan frowned, pinched his sword, and the cyan rainbow flew back and stopped in front of him.

He gently touched the Qingli Sword, as if he was stroking his lover. An astonishing sword intent rushed out of his body. The Qingli Sword's light surged, making a harsh sword sound, and the sword body twisted.

At the same time, the flying swords of most of the sword cultivators present shook and made bursts of sword sounds.

Li Rui's eyes flashed with surprise and he said: "Sword Intent!"

Sword intention is the sword cultivator's intention to use the sword. For example, going forward indomitably, being invincible, etc. are all manifestations of sword intention. What Xiaoyao Sword Master understands is Xiaoyao sword intention. There are no moves and no styles. The sword follows the heart, unpredictable and free.

There are many types of sword intent. What kind of sword intent you can comprehend depends entirely on the swordsman's personal understanding of the way of the sword.