This time, everyone seemed to have calmed down a little. No one was in a hurry to go first.
At that moment, a lazy figure walked out slowly. Seeing him appear, everyone only glanced at him casually. They did not feel too much pressure.
Zui Qianchou. Other than Ye Futian and the others, no one knew where he came from. They only knew his name. His level of cultivation was decent. He was now a grade seven noble and a swordsman.
However, his previous battle was not particularly eye-catching. He barely won, so not many people paid attention to him.
Many people were wondering who Zui Qianchou would choose as his opponent.
"I challenge Yan Jiu." Zui Qianchou's voice was lazy. He had a calm smile on his face, but his deep eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.
Yan Jiu was the heir of Sword Saint Villa and the descendant of Yan Wuji. Yan Wuji was the second swordsman among the four great swordsmen of the Barren State. Although his ranking on the Barren Sky Ranking was not as high as the House Leader of Tingxue House, some people said that his swordsmanship was no weaker than Tingxue Swordsman. However, Tingxue Swordsman's sword was a sword for killing. If they were to fight with their lives, people would think that Tingxue Swordsman would win.
In this battlefield, Yan Jiu and Xu Que were probably the two with the best swordsmanship. Zui Qianchou challenging Yan Jiu surprised many people. However, perhaps this was the pride of swordsmen. To challenge the one with the best swordsmanship to prove his own swordsmanship. Zui Qianchou was indeed worthy of admiration.
Yan Jiu walked out and looked at Zui Qianchou coldly. Zui Qianchou was not the opponent he wanted to challenge, but since Zui Qianchou walked out, he had no choice but to fulfill his wish.
Sword will flowed, just like before. Thousands of Sword Qi turned into sword rain and shot towards Zui Qianchou. Zui Qianchou drew his sword and used his Life Spirit as a sword. His Life Spirit was as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent. When he drew his sword, a sword veil appeared around him. Wisps of Sword Qi flowed from his body and cut the sword rain. Above the void, a heavy sword appeared in the sword rain and fell from the sky, killing everything in its path. It was as if it was going to kill Zui Qianchou right there.
Swoosh, swoosh … The sharp sound of the sword was heard. Zui Qianchou moved, breaking free of the heavy sword's suppression. The thin sword in his hand was extremely sharp, cutting through the rain of swords. Zui Qianchou's body moved along with the sword, drawing a strange arc and getting out of the attack range of the heavy sword. He continued moving forward, heading towards Yan Jiu.
In the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace, the Sword Demon's eyes flashed. The sword shadow seemed familiar.
Yan Jiu's expression did not change. The sword behind him hummed and thousands of Sword Wills gathered, turning into nine swords. As he pointed his finger forward, the nine swords flew towards Zui Qianchou. The nine swords did not move together, but at different speeds. It was as if they were deliberately moving at different angles, blocking all of Zui Qianchou's escape routes.
It was the Sword Sealing Technique of the Nine Swords of the Celestials.
The nine swords arrived in an instant. Zui Qianchou glanced at them, and then his body moved like a stream of light. The sharp sword in his hand continued to cut the sword aura, but he did not stop at all. He turned into a ghostly figure, like a drunkard, folding and moving forward. The flashes of the swords seemed to jump and move forward, connecting to form a perfect arc, passing by the last of the nine swords.
"How can Zui Qianchou be so strong?" Qin Yin and the others from Mount Jiuxian were surprised. Wasn't Zui Qianchou a lone cultivator from the White Sovereign City? Back then, Li Xun had invited him several times, but he had rejected him. He only knew that this person was addicted to alcohol. But now, he could actually fight Yan Jiu.
Zui Qianchou's movements were smooth like flowing water. It looked easy, but in reality, it was extremely dangerous. Yan Jiu's sword was so strong that a moment of carelessness could lead to a sword piercing through one's heart.
Bolts of lightning flashed through the air towards Zui Qianchou, who was closing in on Yan Jiu. The Swords of Light were like bolts of lightning, but at this moment, Zui Qianchou's body suddenly burst with a dazzling sword aura. His speed became even faster, as if he was no longer a person, but a sword drawing an incredible curve in the air, like the flowing light of a sword.
Terrifying swords blasted in the air, making violent rumbling sounds. The Swords of Light and the Swords of Darkness pierced through the air at the same time.
"Is this the Drunken Sword?" Someone from the Holy Zhi Palace looked at the Sword Demon. Zui Qianchou was also drinking on the battlefield, and his body seemed to be drunk.
"This is not the Drunken Sword." The Sword Demon looked serious and said, "This is the Ghost Sword."
The eyes of the people around the Sword Demon flashed, and there was a ripple in their eyes. The Ghost Sword that had disappeared for a long time?
In the battlefield, Zui Qianchou's illusions appeared. The illusions were like illusions, passing through from different directions and landing beside Yan Jiu like phantoms.
At this moment, Yan Jiu closed his eyes and released his Sword Spirit. The sky and earth resonated, and the tens of thousands of swords in the air trembled and hummed.
"The Everlasting Heavenly Sword, all swords, kill." As Yan Jiu's voice landed, his will and body seemed to have become one with the boundless Sword Will of the heavens and earth. Streaks of dazzling light shot out from his body. There were no blind spots, and anyone who got close to him was killed.
Everyone saw Zui Qianchou's illusions merge into one, and there was an extremely dazzling sword aura. The two of them separated as soon as they touched. When the sword aura dimmed, everyone saw that there was a bloody mark on Yan Jiu's face. Someone saw that Yan Jiu had dodged within the sword aura. Otherwise, the wound would not have been on his face, but on his throat.
As for Zui Qianchou, it was even worse. He was covered in blood, and it was a shocking sight. However, there was still a calm smile on his face. He had still lost.
Sometimes, talent could determine one's future in cultivation. No matter how hard one worked, one would still be limited by talent. That was why he had still lost to Yan Jiu.
"Who is Ghost Sword Chou to you?" Yan Jiu stared at Zui Qianchou and asked. Only then did many people realize that the two names were somewhat similar.
Back then, the Wuji Sword of the four great swordsmen and Ghost Sword became enemies. In the end, the famous Ghost Sword was crippled. Many rumors said that he had died, and some said that he had hidden his identity and lived an ordinary life.
"Why don't you guess?" Zui Qianchou smiled and said, then turned and left.
"Are you willing to study under me?" At this time, in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace, the Sword Demon asked. Zui Qianchou looked up at the Sword Demon and said, "Since I have met a great master, I cannot study under someone as famous as you. Please forgive me, senior."
"There is no need to study under me. You can just study under me," the Sword Demon said again. Of the four great swordsmen, it was indeed a great pity that Ghost Sword was crippled.
Zui Qianchou looked at the Sword Demon, then knelt on both knees and said, "My master once said that he drank wine and sparred with you, senior. He was very impressed by you. If I could study under you, my master would be very happy."
"Get up." The Sword Demon nodded and said, "If there is a chance, I would like to see your master again."
"My master has passed away." Zui Qianchou bowed his head and stood up. The Sword Demon was stunned, then bowed to the distance and sighed, "The Barren State has lost another sword."
Zui Qianchou left the battlefield. Everyone looked at his back and felt a little uneasy. His master had died, but he was still unwilling to study under the Sword Demon. This person had character. Qin Yin and the others were even more shocked. They obviously did not expect a lone cultivator in Mount Jiuxian to be Ghost Sword's disciple. That meant that when Ghost Sword was crippled, he had been living in seclusion in White Sovereign City of Mount Jiuxian?
Ye Futian stared at Zui Qianchou's silhouette. He saw that Zui Qianchou's silhouette was a little sad, and there was no joy in it at all. He had chosen to challenge Yan Jiu on this battlefield because he wanted to regain the glory that his master had lost, so that the world would remember his master. However, he had lost, so he was not happy at all.
Yan Jiunei was also shocked. Zui Qianchou had been defeated and taken in by the Sword Demon, but everyone knew about the grudge between the Sword Saint Villa and the Ghost Sword. The Sword Demon naturally knew about it as well. So, would the Sword Demon still be willing to let Yan Jiunei study under his wing?
Other than meeting the geniuses of the Barren State, Yan Jiu had another purpose in coming to the Holy Road, which was to become the Sword Demon's disciple and learn his swordsmanship. Only by learning the strengths of many could he become stronger.
He came from Sword Saint Villa, but he did not have a master yet. If he could become the Sword Demon's disciple, it would be equivalent to receiving the teachings of the top two swordsmen in the Barren State.
But now, he was not sure what the Sword Demon was thinking, but he did not care too much. His sword would prove everything. It did not matter even if the Sword Demon did not take him in as a disciple.
"Next battle," the elder on the sky stairwell continued after Yan Jiu returned to his position.
The first battle of the second round had left a deep impression on everyone. The battle between Yan Jiu and Zui Qianchou seemed to indicate the beginning of the battle between the strong.
Seeing that no one moved, Bing Yi looked at Chu Shang. Chu Shang was a little hesitant, but Bing Yi walked out on her own.
The Virgin of Mortal World had an outstanding appearance, and she exuded a cold, proud, and noble beauty. Seeing her appear, many people sighed. Now, any random person who walked out could be a genius of the top forces of the Barren State.
But who would the Virgin of Mortal World choose as her opponent?
Bing Yi came to the center of the battlefield. Her beautiful eyes fell on Ye Futian. She said, "You have come this far. It's time for you to be eliminated."
Many people looked at Ye Futian. Was she going to choose him again?
Ye Futian walked out and looked at the Virgin of Mortal World. He said indifferently, "You seem to have a prejudice against me?"
Bing Yi's eyes were calm. If it was prejudice, it was probably because Ye Futian had looked at her unscrupulously in the Holy Road. Moreover, he had opened three major relics in a row. His cultivation was not strong, but he had done what many people wanted to do but could not.
Now, he had also come all the way here in the battlefield. It was unknown whether it was by chance or luck.
"I have no prejudice against you. It's just that you do not belong on this battlefield anymore." Bing Yi's expression was as calm as water. Those who did not belong on the battlefield should naturally be eliminated.
She wanted to see a stronger battlefield, to fight on the same stage as her.
Ye Futian looked at Bing Yi. Since when was it Bing Yi's turn to make such a conclusion?
Perhaps she was just arrogant and believed that what she thought was right. Why would she care about what others thought?
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