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The lofty peaks and precipitous ridges, the vast heaven and earth, the gathering of wind and clouds, the attention of all.
The finals of the Sword Trial Assembly had finally arrived. Who was the strongest of this generation would be revealed after this battle.
The atmosphere of the finals was naturally different from the past. Not only was the arena moved to the Heaven and Earth Platform of the Main Peak, but the Sect Leader, the various First Seats, and the Elders were also present, sitting in a row on the high platform in front of the arena.
The two disciples who entered the finals today were both outer sect disciples. According to the rules of the past, the master of an outer sect disciple was only considered a substitute master. Strictly speaking, he didn't have the qualifications to take in disciples. He could only be considered as helping his master find some talents. If the disciple achieved good results in the competition and caught the eye of the sect's elders, the elders would be able to accept those disciples into the sect. As compensation, the original master would also be able to take up an idle position in the sect and live a more comfortable life. But this year's two disciples were so outstanding that it was surprising. This made the elders in the sect curious as to who was able to teach such disciples.
There was a seat on each side of the arena, and it was prepared for their Masters. On the high platform, Shang Ying gestured to Ying Feiyang, and then looked at the empty seat beside Ying Feiyang, with a questioning look in her eyes. Ying Feiyang shook his head lightly, and Shang Ying sighed, and slowly walked down from the high platform. Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, she sat on the empty seat beside Ying Feiyang.
Sect Master Qing Yue couldn't help but frown, a crease forming on his forehead. "Junior-apprentice Sister, you're sitting in the wrong seat." Although his voice wasn't loud, it entered everyone's ears, causing their hearts to tremble.
Shang Ying's expression was cold as she said, "Senior Brother, please don't blame me. I just felt that I was closer and could see clearly. Moreover, I have a close relationship with this child, so I am worthy of this position."
Qing Yue didn't say much and lightly nodded his head. Just when the atmosphere was slightly relaxed, the wind and clouds in the sky suddenly surged and a black shadow pierced through the clouds. Wherever it passed, the surrounding clouds were instantly torn apart. It was a person riding on an invisible sword of Qi. Before the person arrived, the momentum was already terrifying. All the disciples raised their heads and tried to guess the identity of the person. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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To be able to fly on a sword like this meant that the person's cultivation had reached a certain level, and besides Shang Ying, the person's cultivation had reached a certain level. Raising his eyebrows, he said, "Junior-apprentice Sister Ling Ling Ling Ling," Ling Ling Ling's Qi, "and" Ling Sword "and" Ling Ling Ling and Sword "were" Ling Ling Ling Ling Sword ".
This kind of behavior was close to provocation. Everyone on the stage was angry, but when they saw the face of the newcomer, the anger on their faces immediately turned into surprise. Only the Clear Mountain Sect Master remained calm. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you here? Ling Ling Ling Ling Sect "
When Ying Feiyang saw the person's face, he was shocked. The person was Ming Ye's master, the black-robed Daoist whom he had met a few days ago. "I see, and Ling and Sword Ling Qing, Ying Ling Qing Qing and Sect, and You Ling Sect of Sect, Qing Yun Sect of, Qing Ling Sword and Stage, You Hua, and,, and Ling Sect, Yun Ling Sect,
Qing Yue nodded and said, "I see. No wonder you have such cultivation. But your seat is below the stage, there is no seat for you here."
Qing Yi laughed and said, "Of course I know that. Things change, people change. The head of Qiu Sheng Pavilion has changed a long time ago. But even if the person sitting on the seat has changed, the rules of Ling Ling Xiao Sword School to respect the old and the wise have not changed. Am I right, Martial Nephew Luo Shilv?" As he spoke, Qing Yi looked at the person sitting at the end of the table.
This person was the current head of Qiu Sheng Pavilion, Luo Shilv. Although Luo Shilv was the head of the three pavilions and five peaks, he was the lowest in seniority. Compared to the elders around him, he was placed at the end of the table. At this moment, Luo Shilv saw Qing Yi walking towards him. He smiled bitterly and stood up. He bowed respectfully and said, "Martial Uncle Qing Yi, it's been a while."
Qingyi also sighed and said, "Yes, long time no see. Things remain the same, but people have changed. When I left the sect, you were not even thirty years old, but now you are already the head of the Qiusheng Tower. But I am getting old and my legs are not working well anymore. When people get old, they tend to be nostalgic. I am used to your seat. I wonder if you are willing to give it to me."
"Well …" Luo Shilv hesitated. He was sweating. His master passed away when he was young. After his master died, it was this Martial Uncle Qing Yi who passed on his skills to him. He was half a master, so it was reasonable for him to give him a seat.
But at this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was not a place to talk about personal feelings. Qing Yi was aggressive. If he gave up his seat easily, it would be difficult for him to raise his head in the future. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Luo Shilv shifted his gaze towards Sect Leader Qing Yue. However, he saw that Qing Yue had no intention of interfering. The other Elders also averted their gazes, unwilling to get involved in this mess.
Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, Qing Yi looked unhappy. Luo Shilv knew that this Martial Uncle was eccentric and not a kind person. If he made him unhappy, he would be embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and put on a respectful face and said, "Martial Uncle, you are asking too much. Although Martial Uncle is passing on your skills to me, I have always respected you as a master. You have taught me many things, and I will get them for you even if I have to go to heaven and earth, not to mention a seat."
Luo Shilv's words were sentimental and not reasonable, but they were full of deep feelings and passion, which gave him a way out. Qing Yi said to him softly, "Oh, things really remain the same, but people have changed. I hope you have made more progress than just talking."
Then Qing Yi lifted the seat and jumped down from the stage. His body was still as light as a feather, and he landed on the other side of the stage, next to the seat that was originally prepared for him.
Qing Yi flicked his sleeve and the chair that was originally on it flew high up into the air. Like a stone cannon, it flew straight towards the high platform. The strength of the chair was so strong that it made one feel that it could shatter the high platform. Just as it was about to fall, the strength of the chair suddenly turned from muddy to ethereal. The chair landed next to Luo Shilv, but it did not stir up any dust. "Don't just stand there, take a seat." Qing Yi's voice was transmitted to the high platform, but he didn't even look at him, and just sat down.
Qing Yi sat down and looked at Shang Ying. He asked provocatively, "Your disciple?"
Shang Ying said coldly, "Not really."
Qing Yi sneered and said, "I don't think so. You can't teach such a disciple, but what about him? Isn't he coming? "
"So what if you're here? This arena isn't set up for you. Could it be that the masters are going to have a match before the disciples start fighting?"
Qing Yi did not refute and said, "You're right. I am not the main character today, Ming Ye!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd was suddenly engulfed in flames. The disciples scattered in fear, and Ming Ye's cold face and determined figure appeared in the passage. "Yes, master."
Qing Yi looked at Ying Feiyang and said with disdain, "Go, defeat him."
"Yes." Ming Ye responded coldly. His body was engulfed in flames, and with every step he took, the flames became brighter. Step by step, he walked up the stage.
"If you can do it, come at me!" Ying Feiyang looked from Qing Yi to Ming Ye, and waved his hand to invite him to fight.
They had been waiting for a long time, so there was no need for more words.
When Ming Ye stepped onto the stage, the flames on his body were like scorching waves. At the moment when the flames were at their strongest, Ming Ye suddenly attacked. He unsheathed the Sword of Xihe and rushed towards Ying Feiyang with the scorching waves.
Knowing that this was just a test, Ying Feiyang did not move. He gathered his genuine Qi and gathered the Qi of the Jade Mirage at the tip of his sword to block the Sword of Xihe. The two swords collided with each other, and with a loud bang, the fiery sword Qi and the sword Qi dispersed. Both of them were pushed back a few steps. As Ying Feiyang was moving back, he silently operated his genuine Qi and continuously released dozens of sharp sword Qi, which rushed towards Ming Ye like rolling waves.
Ming Ye did the same. He waved his long sword, and the fiery sword Qi shot out from the tip of his sword, weaving a dazzling fire net.
"Another one has reached the state of sword Qi leaving the body!" Although they had heard about it for the past few days, it was still the first time for many disciples to see Ming Ye's sword Qi. Even if they were mentally prepared, they could not help but be shocked.
The sword Qi collided fiercely, and the Qi dispersed in all directions. The sound of explosions was incessant, but the two of them stopped retreating. They ignored the scattered sword Qi and rushed into the battle. Since both of them could use sword Qi, the sword Qi had lost its strategic significance in terms of distance.
Then they started a close combat. For a moment, the two swords were facing each other, and the sound of clanging could be heard. Ying Feiyang's swordsmanship was ever-changing. Some were fast, some were winding, some were majestic, and some were ethereal. On the other hand, Ming Ye's swordsmanship was big and powerful. Coupled with the blazing fire on his body, he was like an unshakable volcano that was ready to erupt. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
But it was only a short stalemate. After dozens of rounds, Ying Feiyang seemed to have become familiar with Ming Ye's swordsmanship. The swordsmanship in his hands became more and more strange, and the more dangerous it was, the more it was hidden, and the more it showed the true meaning of the sword. Ming Ye's swordsmanship started to become chaotic, and the evenly matched situation was gradually broken.
After a few more rounds, Ming Ye's flaw was revealed. Ying Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and he thrust his sword out like a dragon coming out of the abyss. It broke through the fire around Ming Ye and went straight for his shoulder. Ming Ye could not block it in time, so he quickly jumped back. In a battle of swordsmanship, it was not only about swordsmanship and cultivation, but also about momentum. Although he was not injured, he had lost in momentum.
Ying Feiyang was fighting to his heart's content, and his momentum was like a rainbow. He pointed his sword at Ming Ye and said arrogantly, "This little ability is not enough to defeat Ren Jiuxiao. Show me your full strength, and you will lose without regrets."
Ming Ye glanced at Qing Yi, and when he saw Qing Yi nodding slightly, he raised his sword to the sky. In an instant, a hot wind surged, and the place where Ming Ye was standing was like the eye of the wind. A strong suction force appeared out of nowhere, and the fire around the arena seemed to have a life of its own, and gathered at the tip of his sword, forming a hot sun.
He then waved his sword, and the sun on the sword rushed towards Ying Feiyang. Ying Feiyang was already prepared. He held his sword with both hands, and took a step forward. His upper body leaned back, and his whole body was like a taut bowstring. At the same time when Ming Ye made his move, he also moved, and his whole body shot out like an arrow. It was the Shooting Sun Swordsmanship.
Back in the Sword Island, Ren Jiuxiao used the Shooting Sun Swordsmanship to pierce through the sun formed by Ming Ye's Pure Yang Swordsmanship. Now that they were in the same situation, Ying Feiyang had the same idea, but he could see that the two young geniuses' insight and knowledge were very different.
However, the moment the tip of the sword touched the fireball, Ying Feiyang suddenly felt that something was wrong. Although the Pure Yang Swordsmanship was vast and majestic, it was precious in its purity, and it only had a type of pure Yang Qi. Although the fireball still used the Pure Yang Qi as its base, there were many different and different types of Qi hidden within it. The complexity of its changes was far above the Pure Yang Swordsmanship.
Originally, the many types of Qi intertwined and converged, and achieved a balance within the "sun". However, when Ying Feiyang's sword pierced through it, the balance of the various Qi was suddenly broken, and with a "boom", the fireball exploded.
Although Ying Feiyang felt that something was wrong, he was still too slow. The huge explosion was accompanied by the flowing scarlet fire, and he was forced to take seven steps back, and the corner of his mouth turned red. However, he said in shock, "This is not the Pure Yang Swordsmanship! — — "
After the huge explosion, the fireball split into nine, and from one sun, nine suns appeared at the same time. They flew back to Ming Ye's side, and gathered and rotated around him, like the rising and setting of the sun.
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