Ximen Wentian, Boundless Sword
Ximen Wentian's sword was an ancient longsword with a black scabbard. It was 1.49 meters long, thin and sturdy. When it was unsheathed, at first glance, it gave people the impression that it was a reflection of a clear spring, not a sword.
The sword was like autumn water and gave off a cold feeling. When he pulled it out, it even emitted a pleasant and light cry. There were two seal characters inscribed on the hilt of the sword: boundless.
Ximen Wentian stood there with the sword in his hand. The sword was cold, but the person was even colder. It was as if he and the sword had become one.
Standing on the same stage as Ximen Wentian was a youth dressed in black, forming a sharp contrast with Ximen Wentian's white gown.
The young man in black had also reached the Golden Core stage, only slightly lower than Ximen Chuixue. At this moment, he was holding two whips in his hands, glaring at Ximen Chuixue like a tiger eyeing its prey. His feet were constantly moving, as if he could attack at any moment.
Xi Men Chui Xue pointed his sword at the ground. He just stood there quietly and did not attack. No matter how the black-clothed youth moved around, he did not react at all.
"Ah!" Seeing that Ximen Wentian didn't respond, the black-clothed youth couldn't wait any longer. With a loud shout, he crossed the two whips in his hands. His figure flashed and swept towards Ximen Wentian!
Just as the black-robed youth was about to launch his attack, Ximen Wentian's slightly closed eyelids suddenly opened. He stomped on the ground and his body tilted slightly. The white robe on his body fluttered as the Boundless Sword in his hand trembled violently. It transformed into thousands of sword shadows that pierced towards the black-robed youth!
Quiet as a virgin, moving as a fleeing rabbit!
The transformation of Ximen Wentian's body from extreme stillness to extreme movement only took a moment. The black-robed youth only saw a white shadow flash before his eyes. The originally still figure had transformed into a sky full of sword shadows that pierced towards him!
The black-robed youth's pupils shrank. Ximen Wentian's sword strike seemed simple, but it contained a variety of sword styles, such as hacking, chopping, collapsing, lifting, blocking, cutting, piercing, stirring, pressing, hanging, and so on. The black-robed youth couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. He had a feeling that he couldn't deal with it.
Fortunately, that black clothed youth was also a disciple of a large power, so his reaction wasn't slow. Seeing that Ximen Wentian's tide-like sword style had already arrived in front of him, he hurriedly twisted both of his arms. The two whips crisscrossed and fiercely twisted towards the sword images that filled the sky, hoping to block Ximen Wentian's sword style.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding —
The sound of metal clashing came from the place where the whips and swords collided. Although Ximen Wentian's sword style was profound, it was still blocked by the black-robed youth.
Ximen Wentian, who was holding a long sword and attacking rapidly, saw that his sword style was blocked, but his face didn't have any other expression. He just stomped his feet and his body floated up. The sword in his right hand changed its sword style and pierced towards the black-robed youth's forehead.
The black-robed youth, who was hurriedly blocking Ximen Wentian's attack, only felt that the sky full of sword shadows in front of him suddenly converged and condensed into a cold light. It missed his two whips and pierced towards his forehead even more fiercely!
Cold sweat broke out. The black-robed youth didn't expect that Ximen Wentian's sword style could be retracted and released so freely. The transition made him feel as if he was caught off guard!
Seeing that the cold light was getting closer and closer to him, the black-robed youth had a feeling that he couldn't dodge. He only felt that no matter where he dodged, this long sword would eventually pierce into his forehead.
At the critical moment of life and death, the black-robed youth couldn't care less about his face. His body instinctively went soft and curled up on the ground. He quickly rolled a few times to the right and dodged Ximen Wentian's move.
However, since Ximen Wentian dared to say that he specialized in swordsmanship, then would his sword be so easy to dodge?
The answer was no.
Just when the black-clothed youth had rolled away, Ximen Wentian, who was originally charging forward with his sword in hand, suddenly stopped. Lightly stepping on the ground, he turned around and once again slashed towards the neck of the black-clothed youth who had rolled to the side!
Everything was so natural, as if Ximen Wentian had already calculated that the black-robed youth would roll away.
The black-robed youth's rolling body had just stopped. Just as he thought that he had dodged a bullet, before he could relax, he felt a gust of wind blow past his ear. Then, he felt a chill on his neck!
Brushing past the black-robed youth's body, Ximen Wentian's rapidly moving body suddenly stopped not too far away from the black-robed youth. A faint voice floated out from Ximen Wentian's mouth: "You've lost."
That voice was neither happy nor sad, without any fluctuations of emotion. No one could tell whether it was happy or angry.
At this moment, the black-robed youth's back was already drenched in sweat. He trembled as he stretched out his hand and touched the spot where Ximen Wentian's long sword had brushed past his neck. Traces of blood were constantly seeping out from there. Just now, if Ximen Wentian had used a little more force, the black-robed youth's neck artery would have ruptured and he would have died on the spot.
Although the black-robed youth's backing couldn't be compared to the super forces, it was still considered one of the top forces among the first-rate forces. As the most talented person in his own force, he didn't expect to be defeated so easily by Ximen Wentian.
Three moves, he had only blocked three moves! No, perhaps it should be said that he had only blocked two moves because he had already lost by the third move.
He got up and didn't rush forward to fight Ximen Chui Xue again. Geniuses also had their own pride. A loss was a loss!
The black-robed youth deeply bowed towards the back of Ximen Wentian and said in a deep voice: "Qian Zhen Sect, Huyan Zhuolie, thanks for the lesson!"
Finished speaking, Huyan Zhuolie turned around and walked away.
"Ximen Wentian Family, Ximen Wentian." Just as Huyan Zhuolie was walking forward, Ximen Wentian's faint voice once again floated over. Huyan Zhuolie's body paused for a moment, then he nodded heavily, but didn't speak again. Instead, he continued to walk down.
Ximen Wentian withdrew his sword, and the black scabbard once again covered the boundless coldness of his sword. After that, he soared into the sky and flew back to his room.
After Ximen Wentian and Huyan Zhuolie had walked far away, the referee's neither fast nor slow voice resounded.
"Stage 17, Ximen Chui Xue wins!"
The next day, which was also the tenth day of the continent's Great Competition of Young Geniuses, there were only fifty stages left on the Soaring Platform.
Today, Tang Jin's opponent was a cultivator from the Sect Domain. This cultivator had a white face and no beard. He wore a green robe, and his hair was tied up with a high hairpin.
"Wang Mingzi from the Common Life Sect, greetings." The two stood on the stage. To Take The Lead, Wang Mingzi bowed to Tang Jin.
This Common Life Sect was considered a large sect in the Immortal Fighter Continent, so Tang Jin had heard of it.
Tang Jin clasped his hands. Since the other party was polite, Tang Jin did not want to be rude. "I am Tang Jin, the pride of the Great Tang. You attack first. "
"Young Master Tang is joking. How can I be Young Master Tang's opponent?" Unexpectedly, Wang Mingzi once again cupped his hands and said to Tang Jin: "I'm only here to go through the motions."
After saying that, Wang Mingzi bowed to the referee and said: "I admit defeat."
"Stage 1, Tang Jin wins!" Seeing that Wang Mingzi had admitted defeat, the referee didn't hesitate and immediately announced in a clear voice.
Tang Jin looked at the courteous young cultivator in front of him with some surprise. Wang Mingzi smiled at Tang Jin, cupped his hands again, and flew off the stage.
Shaking his head with a smile, Tang Jin also flew off the stage and began to watch the other battles.
Soon, the results of the other stages were also out. It was unknown whether it was because of Tang Jun Ge's clever arrangements or some other reason, but Tang Jin and the other 24 contestants from the four major factions all won!
What surprised Tang Jin the most was not this. What surprised Tang Jin the most was that the twenty-fifth contestant who won was actually — Sensible!
Tang Jin looked at Sensible, who was covered in dust and slightly embarrassed, and said in surprise: "Sensible, you actually won!?"
"I was just lucky." Sensible nodded, "The benefactor who fought with me was kind. He only competed with Young Monk, and in the end, Young Monk won by a little."
"You're really lucky!" Tang Jin patted Sensible's shoulder heavily and said with a smile: "Good people will be rewarded. It really came true for you."
At this time, Lo Cheng, who had just finished his battle, also came over. After hearing Tang Jin's words, he curled his lips and said: "What good people will be rewarded? He's just a fool with a fool's fortune!"
"Hahaha."
After Lo Cheng finished speaking, he and Tang Jin laughed together. Sensible was still awkwardly twirling his prayer beads on the side.
Tang Jin and the others were joking, but they didn't know that not far away on the rostrum, Tang Jun Ge and the others were calmly arguing.
"Brother Junge, I think the direct promotion this year belongs to Tang Jin of your Tang Dynasty." Bi Ying stared at Tang Jun Ge with his small eyes and said.
"Hey? I think that Hu Ben of your Demon Clan is also not bad. He has a good opportunity. "Tang Jun Ge laughed and evaded.
"Even if all of them combined, I don't think they can beat Tang Jin." The wizard on the side said, "Brother Junge, don't evade. In this year's competition, Tang Jin is the best. It's obvious."
"Yes, Brother Junge." Even Baili Wuhui, who had been silent on the side, echoed.
Every time there were 25 contestants left in the Continental Youth Competition, there would be a direct promotion spot. This direct promotion spot would allow one person to directly advance to the final round of the competition.
In other words, this person could wait until there was only one person left in the competition and then compete with the last person for the first place.
If this person didn't win the first place, then he would compete with the remaining people for the second and third place.
This direct promotion seemed good, but in fact, it was not.
Thinking about it carefully, did Tang Jin need this direct promotion? No! After this direct promotion was given to Tang Jin, the fighting strength of the Tang Dynasty weakened a lot. No one could suppress the Nascent Soul cultivators of the other forces. When the Nascent Soul cultivators of the other forces were free, they would definitely attack the people of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, the Tang Dynasty would definitely suffer a great loss. Therefore, Tang Jun Ge kept evading.
However, seeing that the wizard and the others unanimously wanted to give the direct promotion to Tang Jin, Tang Jun Ge couldn't evade anymore. He could only nod helplessly and agree.
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