Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1130: Returning from feathers
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This is not a fierce battle. There is no splendid battle scene that people imagine, and even just a few strokes can tell the victory or defeat, but the insider can still see the clues. As for the crowd, only a few powerful saints gave out a few dry applause.
The next game, Li Qingyin vs. Ishikawa, is another battle between Tianxin Empire and Guo Shifu.
Ishikawa is proud of being the top ten in the National Scholars' Mansion. After all, he and Li Qingyin are both middle-ranked swordsmen, and he does not suffer in the realm, even when Li Qingyin took the battlefield. , Ishikawa frowned and said: "The voiceless fairy, the sword has no eyes, be careful, I will not show mercy."
"Keng!"
The white jade sword is out of its sheath, and Li Qingyin’s temperament is graceful and elegant, wearing the white dress of the Holy Palace is full of immortal spirit, even at the moment when the sword intent is activated, the sky wind flows around the body, the whole person Suddenly, her Qi machine became extremely majestic and majestic. She seemed to have obtained the true biography of Shangguan Nanfeng during her retreat for a while, and her strength improved by leaps and bounds.
Ishikawa gave a low whistle, and slashed out a palm in the air. The sword intent of this palm was lingering, and dozens of sword intent air currents burst out at the moment when the palm power was split, as if he had split dozens of sharp blades. The sizzling wind blasted away, with an overwhelming momentum.
"Hey!"
Li Qingyin stood in the wind, full of a harmonious aura. With a lightly fingered long sword, it pierced the perfect sword in the Tianfeng Butian realm, directly piercing Ishikawa’s sword intent, with a soft "dang" , The sword intent shook on the Jian Gang on Ishikawa's body, and it was shocked to make Ishikawa back again, slightly embarrassed.
"So strong..."
Ishikawa's face is slightly pale, and he already feels the gap between the same mid-level swordsman. This sword has been crushed in terms of strength and rules, but Li Qingyin has no intention of killing, otherwise I am afraid Injured, he seemed to hesitate and froze in the air. He raised his head and glanced at Emperor Linyuan’s Feidian. In a blink of an eye, his eyes became firm, his palms suddenly split, and the holy spirit was overwhelming, condensed into a golden sword. To the other side.
Li Qingyin was silent, but the sound of the Qingyin sword became sharper, the jade arm raised lightly, and another perfect sword pierced out. The strength and rules had reached the limit of the Heavenly Wind Patching Realm.
"Boom~~~"
A series of rules collapsed and burst. Ishikawa suffered a complete defeat this time. The protective sword on his shoulder was pierced, and a ray of golden holy blood flowed down, very bleak.
A middle-ranked swordsman, in any empire, is a grandmaster-level existence. Ishikawa is even a heavyweight in the palace of the Linyuan Empire, but he suffered such a fiasco at a grand event like the Upper Realm. Under the voiceless sword, he has no power to fight back at all, and there is no possibility of even reversing the defeat.
"I lost!"
Ishikawa clasped his fists and turned away angrily, while Li Qingyin's eyes were faint and calm, and everything happened naturally.
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In the next battle, Cai Wen, the chief master of the Imperial Civil Service Mansion, jumped onto the battlefield, with his hands behind him, with a master style. This high-ranking swordsman is indeed very powerful. Looking at the young generation of the Tianxin Empire, he can stand shoulder to shoulder. Tianjiao can count it with one hand, but Cai Wen's opponent is very mysterious. He is a man in a black cloak with a majestic breath and powerful swordsmanship.
"Whh~~~"
The space is slightly distorted, the next moment the person is already on the battlefield, and I took another look at his name on the battle list, which is a blood-red "letter" character.
"Who are you, don't pretend to be mysterious." Cai Wen slowly drew out the sword and said coldly: "Which one can stand on this battle platform is not a sensational Tianjiao, who are you? Letter?"
"Xin" slowly lifted his cloak, and suddenly revealed a familiar face that seemed to be deja vu, with long hair waving in the wind, full of handsome aura, and his kendo aura was a bit exaggerated. There are traces of sword wounds on the upper side. They are all wounds that have been aged but have not been refined with holy energy, adding a sense of killing.
"A descendant of the deserted ancient temple?"
I just stood up, frowning.
On the platform, the descendant of the Desolate Ancient Temple also looked at me and smiled slightly: "Bu Yixuan, it's been a long time since I saw it. I didn't expect that we would meet at the Grand Ceremony of the Upper Realm."
"Your strength has improved rapidly over the years." I said.
He raised his brows: "Your progress is even more impressive. After this war, we will be qualified to enter the world festival together. I hope that by then, we can still work together."
"Hmm!"
I sat down slowly, and at the moment I just sat down, Cai Wen broke out completely, and shouted in anger, "So you are the only descendant of the legendary ancient temple? But... you It’s too arrogant. An ancient temple that has been degraded for many years. Do you think it can stand against the sky and compete with our country’s scholars?"
The descendant of the Desolate Ancient Temple gently raised his hand, and an ancient sword in the sleeve came out, full of ancient and immortal charm, and the spirit patterns in the innermost were activated one after another. There were as many as eight thousand more than me. The fairy bone sword is much more powerful. Before the aura bursts, countless sword intent vortexes are densely covered, and the aura of the descendants of the desolate ancient temple seems to have reached the stage of the late stage of the upper sword sage. Sure enough, this progress is a bit remarkable. Coupled with his martial arts background, Cai Wen is indeed a bit short.
Raising his hand and pointing, he calmly said: "Within ten moves, defeat you!"
"Asshole!"
Cai Wen growled. He had never suffered such humiliation. The long sword oscillated with clanging sounds and forced out all the power of the upper sword sage. The whole person was like a clear sword across the air, and the sword intent was like waves. The mountains rolled away one after another, and the entire battle platform was suddenly completely shrouded in sword light.
What a high-ranking swordsman, once he gets angry, his aura is incredible.
So that at the moment when Cai Wen made a full shot, more than half of the audience on the platform stood up in horror and could no longer sit still. This was exactly the scene they were waiting for, and the gorgeous kendo pictures unfolded one by one. Moreover, it was a decisive battle between two high-ranking sword masters, and the rules and power collisions were even more difficult for many people to observe in their lifetime.
The descendant of the Desolate Ancient Temple took action, holding the ancient sword in his hand, surrounded by white waves of air, as if awakening the mysterious power in the desolate ancient, raising his hand raised a sword light and rushed towards Cai Wen. Although the surging momentum of the swordsmanship presented by Cai Wen seemed unmatched, it was actually resolved under the understatement of the descendants of the deserted ancient temple, like a sharp sword splitting the water curtain. Once the rules are broken, the entire swordsmanship mood It began to collapse.
"So daring!"
Cai Wen roared, his body volleyed, and the sharp sword in his hand fell one after another, turning into a surging kendo splendor with a starry mood. There were even three sword spirits ups and downs behind him, like a **** holding a sharp sword facing the mortal dust The monk split out dozens of sword intents full of divine power. The power of kendo was too heavy, distorting the battle screen, and a fiery holy ruin fire was opposed, which seemed to reverse the situation in an instant, pushing the descendants of the desolate ancient temple into desperation. In it.
"Huh?"
The black cloak was flying behind him, the descendant of the ancient temple frowned, and suddenly he took a deep breath. The long sword pointed at the sky, and Wushuang's sword was pierced with a scream. The sword is full of ancient auras, as if sleeping Like a sword pierced by the ancient desolate saint, this sword was as powerful as it broke all the corruption, and directly rushed away the fierce moves that Cai Wen sacrificed. The long sword swung in the air and struck Cai Wen.
"Think beautiful!"
Cai Wen flew into the sky, the holy energy erupted, and he moved horizontally five times in one breath. It was able to avoid the killer move of the descendants of the desolate ancient temple. At the same time, he drew the holy power to counterattack. For a time, the figures of the two became illusory. , The sky was full of golden sparks bursting from the collision of swords, and the dull storm sound formed by the opposing crushing of two holy ruins fire.
In this battle, Cai Wen tried his best to solve the problem, but his tricks were suppressed one by one. The descendants of the ancient temple always pressed one end, making Cai Wen unable to return to the sky, but after all, he is the two high-ranking swordsman. In the struggle, Cai Wen still supported more than a hundred moves, and the battle platform of one side was burnt red by the Holy Ruins fire. Finally, under the fierce sword of the descendant of the ancient temple, Cai Wen whimpered and fell out of his chest. The battlefield was defeated.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This fight was too exciting and too intense. In fact, only the saints at the level of Li Qingyin, Lin Muzhao, and my cousin can understand everything on the battlefield, the ancient temple. The descendants always take the initiative on the battlefield, without surprises or dangers, but in the eyes of people with a slightly lower cultivation level, every counterattack by Cai Wen is fatal and shocking, so many people cry out from time to time to sweat for both sides.
……
Another place for the World Grand Ceremony appeared, belonging to the descendants of the ancient temple.
On the other hand, the National Scholars’ Mansion is a bit embarrassing. Except for Gu Rou, the top 16 National Scholars have already returned home. Gu Rou’s opponent is Senior Sister Lin Muzhao. The Yuan Empire State Scholar's Mansion came with vows, but was about to return in defeat. The entire army was wiped out, and this person was a little lost.
In the sky, there are three flying halls lying across the sky, and in the center of the flying hall, there is a soft laugh of the Empress Tianxin: "Emperor Linyuan, it seems that the Imperial Palace has not been able to carry your expectations."
"This trip is just to sharpen them, not to compete for places, you don't have to say anything to the Empress Tianxin."
"Oh, that's fine."
In another flying hall, the voice of Emperor Fire Feather came: "The young generation of the Tianxin Empire is indeed impressive. The Tianxin Empire is blessed with so many young people. It is enviable."
"The Tianjiao of Huoze Palace is also good."
Dongfang Wan said lukewarmly, but the Great Emperor Huoyu was speechless.
Huoze Palace, apart from Tan Rang, is also about to be wiped out. It is not optimistic.
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Next, Tan Rang and Dongfang worked together to defeat their opponents after a bitter battle, and won the spot in the world festival. The final battle of the top 16 was the final battle between the senior sister Lin Muzhao and Gu Rou.
The two are both in the late mid-level swordsman, and they seem to be of the same realm, but the senior sister has the teacher, Shangguan Zi Yi, who has personally guided her, and she already has the ancient scripture of Tianfeng, which is by no means comparable to Gu Rou.