Legend of the Swordking Chapter 911: The final battle with Zhang Xiuping
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Defeat Day!
The drum horns are all sounding, and the entire White Deer Academy seems to be boiling. This is a crucial battle. This battle will determine the only chief disciple of the White Deer Palace. This chief will be the second only in the Academy. The saintess Lin Muzhao, who is still above the two chiefs of Dongfang Lin'er and Tantai Yao, will also participate in the execution and planning of some major issues in the academy, and become powerful.
I put on a white robe carrying the fairy bone sword and walked side by side with Lin Muzhao into the spectator stand. I immediately attracted a lot of attention. With the improvement of my cultivation, my temperament is very easy to change. His temperament has long been different from when he was in the Lower Realm, so that every time he looks in the mirror, he feels that he has become more handsome and free.
Lin Muzhao is still full of fairy charm. He looks spotless in Shengxue's white clothes. He looks quiet and holy. Holding Mu Zhaojian, he is immediately regarded by everyone as a couple. They are married in the holy palace every day. With the appearance of the right pair, the rumors about me and Lin Muzhao have already been flying in the sky, but the body is not afraid of the shadow leaning, so I don't need to care.
"Boss, come on!"
"Brother Xuan, strive for the chief!"
In the stands, Zhao Hao, Song Qian, Tong Zhuo, Mo Li and Daytime Painting blushed with thick necks and waved their fists and shouted loudly. They were very passionate and attracted everyone’s attention, but I smiled and nodded, unable to Respond to them one by one, and try to calm down your mind. Today's battle is bound to be a hard fight. If the mood is shaken, the result may be different.
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On the battle stage, a familiar figure appeared. It was Uncle Zhou with a cane in his hand. He looked like an old man would hang up at any time, leaning on the cane in his right hand and the scroll in his left hand, stepping up the void step by step. The battlefield seemed to be swaying, but the momentum was calm, and the trembling palm opened the scroll, saying: "The final battle of the chief of the White Hart Palace is about to begin. Please candidates come to the stage to draw lots."
Another deacon elder flew up to the stage, holding a jar in his hand. There were wisps of inscriptions around the jar that moved so that my kendo **** couldn't see through it.
Everyone came to the stage. There are a total of 19 small **** in this jar, which are marked from 1 to 19, and they will be contested afterwards.
The probe entered the jar, took out the ball and glanced at it, number one, really lucky, actually got the first game.
Long Xun drew the number nine, smiled faintly, and returned the ball back.
Zhang Xiuping No. 4 and Mu Zhengping No. 8. The Dongfang Chen that I pay most attention to is No. 19. His luck was good. The number 19 was a bye in the first round, but it was obvious that Dongfang Chen didn’t get it. What happened, shook his head and smiled, and returned the ball back.
"Ahem..."
Zhou Shishu coughed trembling all over, an old bone seemed to fall apart at any time, and the whole person was lying on the crutches, saying: "The draw is over, both sides stay in the first game, and Yixuan on the first step Bailijun No. 2!"
Everyone flew off the platform, and soon there were only two people left.
I slowly shook the palm of my hand, the fairy bone sword came out of the sheath, the scabbard returned to the spatial bone ring, the sword's edge burst into flames, and I didn't even use the sword heart at all. I just sacrificed six swords. Although Li Jun was an old man among the disciples of the Holy Palace, his strength was the weakest, and he had never been very noticeable. In the early stage of the Yuan Ling Realm, he was vulnerable.
Bai Lijun smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Bu, brother is so bad luck!"
I smiled: "Brother Baili, do you have to give up?"
"No, I want to try!"
At this moment, Bai Lijun's fighting spirit suddenly surging, the holy soul burst out of his head, a sword burst into the air, the sword light was burning, as if it was about to burn the space rules to melt, that kind of hot feeling It makes people feel quite.
But this sword is almost full of flaws, and the fusion of power and kendo is so-so, still vulnerable.
"Keng!"
The Xian Bone Sword attacked directly. It knocked away the opponent's war sword with a diagonal touch. The sword intent struck Bai Lijun's neck like thunder. His eyes immediately became dull and shocked, as if I never thought that the gap was so big, nor did I think that my sword would be so fast and decisive, that I would close my eyes and wait for death almost instantly.
Just as the Xian Bone Sword was about to pierce his neck, I suddenly hung my wrist upside down, turning the hilt to lightly touch Bai Lijun's neck, and immediately hit the protective Tiangang.
"Peng——"
Bai Lijun was shaken back, and then opened his eyes, gratefully said: "Thank you for your mercy, Brother Bu!"
"You don't have to be polite, brother, you should."
"I lost, congratulations."
"Concession."
The two flew off the battlefield, and the uncle who was in charge of the recording ticked a tick behind my name, so I went directly to the top ten of the holy palace. This is an improvement because I entered the holy palace. In a short period of time, the Holy Palace did not re-ranking, and it still maintained its tenth place in the White Deer Palace. Now in World War I, it ranks in the top ten among the 19 Holy Palace disciples, which is considered an improvement. There is no countdown.
Next, it was Zhang Xiuping's battle with a newly promoted Sacred Palace disciple. After only seven moves, the young disciple was defeated by Zhang Xiuping. The defeat was convincing. Jiang was still the old one. After all, Zhang Xiuping accepted the sword. The difference between the disciple of the inner court and him is not a little bit.
The competition was in full swing.
Mu Zhengping also won in the first round, and soon entered the next game, Longxun played against Han Jianyuan.
Han Jianyuan ranked fifth in the original holy palace, second only to Zhang Fushui. He is also one of the master’s proud disciples, but with limited talent and understanding, he has not been able to break through the Yuanling realm and step into the semi-sacred realm. World War I is clearly not optimistic.
As I expected, Longxun made no mercy, and only three strokes shook Han Jianyuan into spitting blood and defeated.
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"This dragon seeks..."
Lin Muzhao'e frowned, and said: "I really owe a lesson, too domineering!"
"Yes!"
I also nodded, and then went silent.
After that, the battle in the lower half began, almost all one side, Zhang Fushui, Jiang Yuling, Yunyang, Lu Qingshu and other old holy palace disciples all won one by one, they at least accepted the master's instructions, offensive and defensive. The rules and mysteries of the room are not comparable to those of the inner court disciples, and it is natural for all of them to win.
Dongfang Chen is distressed. As the only bye, he will have a battle next time.
"Boom boom boom~~~"
With a rush of drums, the second round of the duel began.
The first battle was between me and Zhang Xiuping.
"Whh--"
A stride rushed to the battle platform, the fairy bone sword shone, and the sword intent was lingering around the body, and the clothes were ups and downs. I squinted at this long-lost opponent. I had long wanted to make peace with the feather clan. There has been no chance in World War I, and today I can finally fight in a fair and honest manner.
Zhang Xiuping stepped onto the battle platform step by step, with feathers lingering around his body, a pair of white light wings suddenly opened from behind, holding a sharp sword in his hand, with extraordinary aura, and the impact of a sacred breath broke out in his body. He had just stepped into the semi-sacred realm, he was in the limelight, and he obviously wanted to make a decision with me, and his fighting spirit was extremely high.
"Bu Yixuan, let's fight!" He sneered: "The new and old accounts are calculated together!"
"Isn't it necessary?"
I gently pointed the Xian Bone Sword in my hand and smiled slightly: "Zhang Xiuping, you are not on the list of my opponents, just rely on you? You still want to settle accounts with me..."
Zhang Xiuping was so angry that he almost rushed into the crown. The long sword shook and burst into a strong flame against his face. Almost the whole person was in flames. He walked on the blazing sea of fire, aggressive, and there were thousands of swords in his steps. Rising into the sky, Zhang Xiuping's strength has indeed been substantially improved after entering the Semi-Holy Realm, and Sword Dao has also entered the initial stage of Jianxin Transparency.
However, as the young master of a family as big as the Yu clan, he has just realized that the sword heart is lucid, and it is still not enough!
At the place where Zhang Xiuping raised his hand, Zhang Xiuping directly set off a wave of sword intent and crushed it. The rumbling sound of the battle platform rang and the swords were lingering, which directly shocked the disciples who watched the game. .
"This is the true strength of the Sacred Palace disciples?"
"So strong Zhang Xiuping, really deserves to be the number one arrogant of the Yu clan, this kind of kendo mood, I am afraid I can't evolve in my life."
"Zhang Xiuping has stepped into the semi-sacred realm and can use the power of the holy way, but Brother Bu is only the pinnacle of the Yuanling realm. The realm is separated as if it has been separated by a heavy day. This time some fights, I am afraid it will be A hard fight."
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Amidst the people’s discussion, I took a step forward, and the colorful holy soul rushed out above my head, only confronting Zhang Xiuping with the power of a clear sword heart. The nine-epee swords were wrapped around, and a sword was split into sharp air. , The sword qi wave that Zhang Xiuping had evolved was slashed away, and in a blink of an eye the wave turned into a sea of sword intent, with no lethality at all.
"哧——"
Zhang Xiuping roared, a sword pierced at extreme speed, and the sword's edge surrounded the white flames. This sword actually came with some space-regulated kendo powers. That blazing flame was a breakthrough that evolved from the space regulations. The strength and lethality surged, much stronger than the general assassination offensive.
"Too weak!"
With a low cry, the fairy bone sword also ignited with a touch of white, and it hit Zhang Xiuping's sword head-on.
"Keng~~~"
The sparks splashed, and the judgement was made. Zhang Xiuping was shaken so that the sword intent dissipated, and the whole person slipped out along the battle platform, while I stood still on the battle platform, dueling half at the pinnacle of the Primal Spirit Realm In the early days of the holy stage, it was still very easy, after all, Zhang Xiuping could only be regarded as a genius, not a king of evildoers.
"You..."
Zhang Xiuping's face was full of sullen colors, and he roared, and a piece of real feather appeared behind him, and it burned instantly. Zhang Xiuping's power suddenly increased by a large amount, and he actually used the means of burning real feathers. Is it possible that the Yu clan can only use this hand to enhance strength?
I can't help but smile and take the initiative!
"Om~~~"
The fairy bone sword envelops the power of the heaven and the earth, creating a rumbling sound of heaven, sweeping countless space rules, and then smashing to the top of Zhang Xiuping's head with a single sword. At the same time, a sword pillar rushed out of the head, directly using the power of the sword heart unity!
"You!"
Zhang Xiuping's face was pale, and he hurriedly swung his sword to block, but no matter how he could stop it, he flew away with a sharp sword, and his palm was shocked to bleed. Once I did it, he couldn't even fight back. Up.
"Go down!"
The sharp stabbing sword turned into a slammed fist on Zhang Xiuping's chest, and immediately knocked him off the battle platform with a "peng".
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"Three tricks..."
"Zhang Xiuping is so strong, he actually lost in three moves!"
"That...that's a semi-holy arrogant, how did Brother Bu do it? How can a Yuanling realm easily defeat the semi-holy arrogant? Is Brother Zhang Xiuping that weak?"
"No... it's not that Zhang Xiuping is weak, but Bu Yixuan is too strong. Without this strength, he would not be qualified to challenge Duan Yuan's evildoers. Don't forget, he is the third best. Qi Ming’s first person is rare in ancient times!"