The Seventh Swordsman.
It was a permanent position in the Sword Control Holy Sect.
Only disciples who had a good understanding of Sword Dao could become one of them.
Those who could become the Seventh Swordsman might not be the strongest in the sect, but as long as they had enough experience, they could easily become an elder.
Therefore …
As long as one became the Seventh Swordsman, it was equivalent to becoming an elder.
For example, Elder Shi of the Sword Control Holy Sect was a member of the Seventh Swordsman. He might not be outstanding among his peers, but he still became an elder in the end.
"Patriarch."
Zhou Hong's eyes were burning. "This disciple requests to fight!"
The seven disciples of the Sword Control Holy Sect exuded strong Sword Intent. He was eager to have a good fight with them!
"Go ahead."
Zhou Hong stepped onto the martial arts field.
The sword in his hand was trembling slightly, as if it was eager to accompany its master in a fight with a Sword Dao expert.
Thud.
Zhou Hong stopped.
The battle intent in his dark eyes grew stronger.
"Huh?"
The Seventh Swordsman of the Sword Control Holy Sect frowned.
Their intuition told them that this person's comprehension of Sword Dao was not inferior to theirs!
"I didn't expect that the Sect of All Times would have a genius in Sword Dao," the Sword Control Holy Sect elder said in surprise.
Not only Sword Dao, but also Knife Dao.
Ma Yongning crossed his arms and stood sideways among the disciples. A black kitchen knife hung on his back!
"What a pity."
He shook his head and said, "There are no swordsmen."
…
On the martial arts field.
Although Zhou Hong did not unleash his sword aura, he was not inferior to the seven disciples of the Sword Control Holy Sect at all.
A Swordsman.
This person was definitely a Swordsman!
All the Martial Artists instantly made a judgment in their hearts.
On the Falling Star Continent, the most boring thing was a fight between Sword Dao Martial Artists. At least half of the time, they were showing off!
This was not the case.
Zhou Hong and the Seventh Swordsman began.
They kept a certain distance, and no one spoke. They were like wooden men.
A few minutes later.
Some of the Martial Artists yawned, and some even picked their nose.
Jun Changxiao, on the other hand, was watching with rapt attention. He could feel that there was an invisible clash between the swords.
There were not many fancy moves in a fight between Swordsmen. As long as they made a move, the outcome would be decided in a flash!
Clang!
Clang!
At this moment, the Seventh Swordsman took out the swords on his back.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At the same time, they swung their swords with tacit understanding, and seven rays of sword light tore through space with peerless force!
It was as if the seven of them had become one person. They unsheathed their weapons and attacked in unison. There was not the slightest bit of disharmony.
"Not bad!"
Elder Shi said with satisfaction.
This year's Seventh Swordsman was stronger than the previous ones. When he was promoted to an elder, he would definitely be able to carry the banner of the Sword Sect.
The experts of the older generation would eventually retire or fall one day. The glory of the sect would still have to be inherited and continued by the younger generation of disciples.
Whoosh!
Seven streaks of Sword Qi swept over, creating friction with the space, causing it to distort.
"So strong!"
"As expected of a sword cultivator!"
"If the seven of them attack together, their power won't be any weaker than a King!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Looking at the Sect of All Times disciple again, he saw that he was still standing in the same spot, as if he hadn't made any moves.
Knowing that she was no match for him, she chose to give up?
They could finally see a disciple of the Sect of All Times being defeated!
The experts from the Eastern Radiant State laughed.
Clang!
At that moment, Zhou Hong casually placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and unsheathed it. His wrist shook in the void, and streaks of Sword Qi spread out. There were so many of them that it was as if there was an inescapable net!
Elder Shi's eyes widened!
That was because the Sect of All Times disciple could attack a thousand times in a single breath!
What did that mean?
To explain it in the simplest way, only a Sword King, and a high-grade Sword King at that, could do it!
Bam! Bam!
The densely packed Sword Qi bombarded the seven streaks of Sword Qi like cannonballs, instantly shattering them into pieces.
More sword lights flew past the seven disciples of the Sword Control Saint Sect and slowly disappeared in the void.
It was like a firework that froze the most beautiful scene in a few seconds.
Clang!
Zhou Hong casually sheathed his sword.
From the moment he unsheathed his sword to the moment he sheathed it, his face remained calm.
Pfft!
Pfft!
The Seventh Swordsman, who was standing on the opposite side, was instantly covered in sword wounds.
The size and depth of each sword wound was just right. They only cut through his clothes and did not hurt his skin!
"Not bad," Jun Changxiao praised.
He could release so many Sword Qi in one breath and control it so that it did not hurt the enemy. His control of the Sword Dao was terrifying!
Even he, who relied on the aptitude fluid to raise his Sword Dao, might not be able to do that.
Nonsense.
Zhou Hong was obsessed with the Sword Dao.
Jun Changxiao relied on cheating to raise his Sword Dao and did not spend time comprehending it. Naturally, he could not be compared to Zhou Hong.
The seven Sword Saint Sect disciples stood rooted to the ground, dumbfounded.
How could they not know that the other party had shown mercy? Otherwise, they would definitely be corpses that were still warm at this moment!
"You won."
The seven of them sheathed their swords and turned to leave.
Zhou Hong also left the martial arts practice field. His heart was still calm, without any ripples.
His goal was not to win, but to exchange pointers with a fellow practitioner, and then comprehend a more profound Sword Dao.
Then …
Did he comprehend it after this battle?
Yes, but he could not say it.
Ding! Ding!
As the Seventh Swordsman left the martial arts practice field, a notification sounded in his ears again.
Jun Changxiao said, "Who else?"
"…"
The martial artists of the Eastern Haozhou were silent.
Even the Seventh Swordsman of the Sword Saint Sect was defeated so easily. They did not think that their own disciples had the strength to fight!
"Since no one is fighting."
Jun Changxiao looked at Cheng Huixin and said indifferently, "Then we can only go for the finale."
The number of people who had completed the Epic Mission had increased by a lot. He estimated that it had almost reached the maximum level, so he might as well go straight to the main topic!
"Xiao Ziji!"
Jun Changxiao shouted, "Fight!"
Stomp!
Xiao Ziji took a step forward and stood on the martial arts practice field.
During this period of crazy cultivation, his body was even more muscular. Even with the Hidden Cultivation Technique suppressing his cultivation, he unintentionally exuded a strong aura!
"He is Xiao Ziji, the one whose marriage was broken off by Murong Xin?"
"This child's appearance and temperament are not bad. Even the daughter of the Murong family did not like him. She has high standards."
"I heard that a few years ago, this Xiao family's direct descendant's spiritual root and cultivation were all gone."
"I see. No wonder she went to break off the engagement."
Ignoring the discussions of the crowd, Xiao Ziji raised his head and looked at the plaque engraved with 'Lily Holy Sect' in the main hall. He said, "Murong Xin, I'm here to fulfill the three-year promise."
Three years ago, he had made an agreement with that woman in the sect. He had been waiting for this day to come.
What he had lost before, he would take it back today!
Whoosh — —
A graceful figure flew over with a mysterious movement technique and landed on the martial arts practice field like a dancing butterfly.
Murong Xin was dressed in clean and neat clothes today, and her figure was perfectly outlined. However, her dark eyes revealed a complicated expression.
"This girl looks pretty good."
Everyone looked at Xiao Ziji and shook their heads.
What a perfect couple, but in the end, they would meet on the battlefield. It was really fate.
"Today."
Xiao Ziji looked at Murong Xin and said word by word, "You and I will end our grudge."
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