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On the Cloud Observatory Peak, on the Sword Dance Plaza, heads were moving, and the sounds of swords whistled.
The Sword Test Contest was the real grand event of Ling Xiao Sword School. All the disciples of the right age hoped to show their talents in this contest, to win the favor of the Elders of the school, and to become the personal disciples. Naturally, the personal disciples wanted to take this opportunity to become famous and bring glory to their masters. In addition, the participants were all young men and women, full of youthful vigor and passion. What better time to attract the attention of their sweethearts than the Sword Test Conference? Every time there was a grand event, there would always be a few pairs of young couples. Therefore, all the participating disciples rubbed their fists in anticipation.
As for the other disciples who were unable to participate, they had been waiting for the Sword Trial Assembly for a long time. There were a total of fifty people participating in the Sword Trials this time. Personal disciples like Ren Jiuxiao and Xie Lingyan could be seeded participants and directly skip the first round of the competition. On the other hand, the disciples outside the hall and the disciples outside the hall had to fight round after round. In this way, it would take at least a dozen days for the final outcome to be decided. During these ten days, the young disciples didn't have to do their morning and evening homework, and they could enjoy themselves to their heart's content under the guise of 'observing the sword techniques of others'. Even if they secretly opened a gambling hall to gamble, the teachers would turn a blind eye to it. It could be said that they were more at ease than during the New Year.
The Sword Dance Plaza was divided into four stages: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Rosefinch, and Black Tortoise. Each stage was surrounded by people, and the Black Tortoise stage, where Ying Feiyang was going to compete, had the most people. When Ying Feiyang passed by, everyone took the initiative to open a path for him, pointing at him and discussing. What he didn't know was that in terms of betting odds, the most popular winner was naturally Ren Jiuxiao, closely followed by Xie Lingyan. As an outer disciple, with his outstanding performance in the Heaven List nomination and the Odd Peak Sword Contest, he had already become the biggest dark horse, and in terms of betting odds, he actually made it to the fifth place.
Ying Feiyang looked at his opponent. Three to five young and beautiful female disciples were surrounding a pretty girl with a blushing face, laughing and flirting. Among them was Xie Lingyan. When Xie Lingyan saw Ying Feiyang looking over, she didn't greet him. Instead, she revealed a meaningful smile and whispered something to the girl in the middle, causing the girl's face to turn even redder and her head to droop even lower.
Under the attention of the crowd, Ying Feiyang went up the stage absentmindedly. He only felt that his footsteps were unsteady. His bet with Ren Jiuxiao had left him with injuries all over his body, and he had almost lost his life due to excessive blood loss. He had only woken up yesterday and got out of bed. Although he was fine now, he was still short of breath and weak, and his footsteps were light as he walked on the stage.
But he wasn't just weak, he was also lacking in confidence. For more than a year, although he had read all kinds of sword technique manuals and was already familiar with all kinds of sword theories, this was the first time he had actually fought with someone. Looking at the hopeful gazes of the onlookers, he understood why there were so many people surrounding the Black Tortoise Stage. Everyone wanted to see just how high this outer sect disciple's swordsmanship was, since he could go toe to toe with Ren Jiuxiao. But Ying Feiyang didn't know the answer to this question. His hope was a million times greater than theirs, and he wanted to know the answer to this question more than anyone else.
But when the answer was about to be revealed, he suddenly felt guilty and afraid. "What if my sword technique isn't as high as I thought? What if I really can only use my mouth to wield the sword like Ren Jiuxiao said? What if my hard work for more than a year is just an empty dream? "Thousands of thoughts surged into his mind, and Ying Feiyang's hands actually trembled unnaturally.
As his thoughts drifted, the red-faced female disciple had already stepped onto the stage. She bit her lips and said softly and timidly, "Hello, Senior Brother Ying. My name is Qin Meisheng. I'm very happy to be able to compete with you on the same stage."
When she said the last few words, Qin Meisheng's face was so red that it seemed like it was about to drip blood.
"Oh, Junior Sister Qin, please advise me." Ying Feiyang was absent-minded. He didn't even look at his opponent and casually responded. A trace of sadness flashed through Qin Meisheng's beautiful eyes. After saying that she would advise him, she drew her sword and went forward.
Accompanied by the sound of a sword that sounded like a phoenix's cry, Qin Meisheng thrust out her sword. This move was elegant and clear, but the sword light was magnificent and dazzling. It reflected in Ying Feiyang's absent-minded eyes and caused familiar words to immediately appear in his mind.
"The Solitary Sword of Wutong has the move of Fenglai. The sword moves are magnificent, but the sword will is quiet. The tip of the sword is the beak, and the edge of the sword is the wing. If the attack doesn't hit, it will fly away." In the instant that the sword light flashed, Ying Feiyang was still thinking of a way to break the move. His hand had already moved horizontally. The sword moved majestically, with a fierce and fierce momentum. It was the Zhenwu Demon Vanquishing Sword. The Zhenwu represented the Black Tortoise of the North, and the Phoenix represented the Rosefinch. This move was forceful and steady, and it was exactly what the Black Tortoise of the North meant to conquer the Rosefinch of the South. It just happened to restrain the move of Fenglai.
As soon as this move was unleashed, the audience cheered. Before Qin Meisheng's sword move could be executed, he already felt a strong wind approaching his head. He immediately turned his body to dodge and retreated. However, he saw that Ying Feiyang did not follow up with another attack. He only looked at his own palm with slight surprise.
Ying Feiyang's eyes were filled with infatuation. He stared blankly at his own palm, as if he could not believe that he was the one who had unleashed that move. With a slight shake of his wrist, the long sword spun happily in his palm. The cold and rough feeling of the sword hilt, and the sound of the sword blade slicing through the air, clearly told him that this was not a late-night dream like in the past, but the most realistic and desired reality. He could really use the sword again!
Ying Feiyang felt a fresh and hot life force gushing out from all over his body, as if a butterfly that had been imprisoned for many years had finally broken out of its cocoon. A boundless joy rose from his heart and spread throughout his body. He took a breath excitedly and tossed the sword to his left hand as if he was playing. With a flip of his wrist, an equally bright and beautiful sword flower appeared. Like a child who had just found his favorite toy, Ying Feiyang smiled innocently.
Qin Meisheng saw that he had switched the long sword to his left hand. She only thought that he was about to unleash some strange move. She then stepped lightly on the dust and flew over like a fairy from the Moon Palace. This move was the Moonlight Mingshuo Sword Technique's "Number of Empty Spaces". In the blink of an eye, the sword light had already poured down, like the flowing moonlight. The sword looked tight, but within the sword light, there was actually a gap. On the other hand, Ying Feiyang used his left hand as dexterously as his right hand. With just a light stab, this move was nameless and formless. However, the sword stabbed into the gap of the sword light, as if it wanted to fill up the sword light.
The essence of the "Number of Empty Spaces" move was in the change of empty spaces. The sword light was like a crescent moon at the beginning, leaving a gap was for the subsequent changes. After the changes, it would be like a full moon shining down, leaving no place for one to hide. Ying Feiyang's sword filled up the gap, but it sealed off the subsequent changes. When the water is full, it will overflow, when the moon is full, the flaw will be revealed.
"Good!" The audience cheered again. This move looked simple, but if one wanted to do it, one would need to see through the sword light in a short moment, then ignore the incoming sword light, and use a faster speed to stab into the gap. One's eyesight, strength, speed, and even courage were all indispensable. Just from this move, it could be seen that Ying Feiyang indeed had the value of being looked up to.
Qin Meisheng's sword technique had already revealed its flaw. Ying Feiyang struck again, aiming at Qin Meisheng's Shoulder Well Acupuncture Point. Halfway through the move, he stopped.
Too fast! He had waited for a long time before getting the chance to strike. He hadn't enjoyed it to his heart's content. How could he bear to let the competition end?
Qin Meisheng retreated a few steps. She had just recovered from the shock. Realizing that her sword was suddenly withdrawn, she hesitated for a moment. Biting her lips, she attacked again, but every move was countered by Ying Feiyang.
"Autumn Waters Return to the Swan" broke "Moonlight Clear Splendor", "Chu Tian Xiong Kuang" broke "Parasol Tree Broken Horn", "Chaotic Yin and Yang Change" broke "Phoenix Dies and Tree Withers". The sword moves that had flashed through his mind countless times in the past two years seemed to have long been unable to be held back. They rushed into his hands, grew in his hands, took shape, changed, and drew out a bright sword light, striking out a cheerful sound. Ying Feiyang felt like he had been forced to drink hard liquor. He was intoxicated, but the more drunk he was, the more reluctant he was to stop drinking. Every time he was about to decide the winner, he would suddenly stop.
In the beginning, every time Ying Feiyang swung his sword, there would be cheers and shouts. Slowly, the cheers stopped, and it turned into discussions. Then, even the discussions stopped, and the entire place was silent.
Teasing! This was no longer a duel, but a blatant mockery in front of a large crowd! Anyone could see that Ying Feiyang's swordsmanship was far above his opponent's, but he was unwilling to win. He was like a cat playing with a mouse, giving Qin Meisheng chances again and again, and then defeating her again and again. Qin Meisheng was a thin-skinned girl, finally —
"Pa!" With a crisp sound, Qin Meisheng threw her sword to the ground. She was ashamed and angry at the same time. She shouted with tears in her eyes, "So what if your swordsmanship is good? This is too humiliating!" After saying that, she covered her face and ran off the stage. Her female companions wanted to surround her, but she pushed them away and disappeared into the crowd.
"What's going on?" Ying Feiyang seemed to have woken up from a dream. She looked at Xie Lingyan in confusion, but she saw that Xie Lingyan only glared at her fiercely, and then left with a few female companions.
"Hmph, an outer sect disciple is actually so arrogant!"
"He won't win when he should, and he won't lose when he should. Is he really treating others like monkeys?"
"This is too much. Junior Sister Qin is such a lovely person, but she's actually blind …"
Listening to the discussions of the others, Ying Feiyang suddenly realized that his behavior just now was very inappropriate. He wanted to apologize, but he found that he couldn't even remember what his opponent looked like, so he could only resentfully leave the stage under the disdain of the crowd. Behind him, there was a series of boos.
When he returned to his residence, Ying Feiyang stood in the bamboo forest, exhaling and gathering his breath. When he was asleep, the power of the elixir had been completely absorbed. At this moment, there was no longer any obstruction in his body, and it flowed freely in his veins. His mind once again returned to the scene of the sword competition.
Just a little bit more. Just now, he was reluctant to end the competition, because he had a feeling that if he stayed in the arena for a little longer, he would be able to take this step.
As Ying Feiyang thought about it, he drew his sword and stabbed it, but the bamboo forest in front of him didn't react at all. He didn't care at all. He sheathed his sword and closed his eyes for a while. He drew his sword again, stabbed it, and sheathed it. He drew his sword, stabbed it, and sheathed it. He drew his sword, stabbed it, and sheathed it. He drew his sword, stabbed it, and sheathed it. He drew his sword, stabbed it, and sheathed it. It was as if he didn't know exhaustion. He repeated the monotonous movements, stabbing thousands of times until noon. His whole body was soaked in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Finally, with a "crack" sound, Ying Feiyang stabbed his sword, and the bamboo that was still seven steps away from him snapped in half. This sound of snapping became the most beautiful note in Ying Feiyang's ears.
He spread his body out in a "大" shape and fell straight back, falling onto the soft soil. A smug smile hung on his lips as he peacefully closed his eyes.
He finally took this step.
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