PS: I've finally repaid my debt. Let's go for a drink tonight. Do you have a monthly ticket to go with my wine?
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The arena for the inner and outer sword duels was set on the snowy plains below the Hidden Sword Peak.
The reason why it was set on the outer sword's territory was because there were too many spectators. There were more than twenty thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators. Excluding those who were on guard duty outside, those who were out on missions, those who were traveling, those who were in seclusion, and those who weren't interested, there were at least ten thousand of them.
Of course, there were no tables, chairs, melon seeds, or tea. Everyone was scattered on the snowy plains. Above their heads was a huge little world. It was transparent, and other than a faint light shield that proved that there was a little world here, there were no other obstacles.
The space was dozens of miles wide. It was much bigger than Lou Xiaoyi's battle barrier on Fangting Island. This was a Swordsman's specialty. They had to be given enough space to move around in order to display their swordsmanship! Unlike the cultivators of the Three Pure Ones, they couldn't wait to shrink the space to the size of a cage so that the Swordsman couldn't run!
What surprised Lou Xiaoyi the most was that there were two Perfected Masters presiding over the duels. One was an inner sword cultivator, and the other was an outer sword cultivator. It was normal that he didn't recognize them. The range of activities of small Foundation Establishment cultivators like him was completely different from the upper level Perfected Masters.
In fact, the inner and outer sword duels were small matters to the upper levels of Xuanyuan. They weren't worth paying attention to. The reason why they sent Perfected Masters to preside over the duels was that only Perfected Masters could display the full power of the Foundation Establishment cultivators. They didn't need to be timid and afraid of everything!
Once Swordsman had misgivings about fighting, there was no way they could fight!
Jin Dan wasn't as good in this aspect. In order to avoid real casualties, they didn't dare to let their flying swords get too close to the cultivators. If they interfered too early, it would affect the outcome and cause injustice.
They were all Xuanyuan's best seeds. If they died in their own sect's sword duels, it would be a joke if word got out.
Lou Xiaoyi found a familiar face among the inner sword cultivators. Yan Bo!
This guy was also in the ranking? He didn't even tell him about his senior sister. Needless to say, he must have felt that his ranking couldn't be compared to Lou Xiaoyi's, so he simply didn't say anything. He was willing to suffer because he wanted to save face.
Lou Xiaoyi didn't care about that and directly walked over. "Senior Brother! What are you up to, sneaking around like this? "
Yan Bo was embarrassed. "Hurry up and leave. Nothing good ever happens when I see you! Remember, be careful when you draw lots. If you draw me, we'll break off our friendship! "
Yan Bo still didn't want to fight with his former junior brother. If he lost, it would be too shameful. The other external swordsmen were much easier to deal with. Only this brat was too sinister. He was too scheming when fighting.
Lou Xiaoyi was the only one who walked over to greet him before the battle started. The other external swordsmen were more cautious. They stood solemnly and gathered their momentum for the upcoming battle.
Everyone wanted to change history, but imagination and reality were always incomparably contradictory.
Among the two Swordsmen, the Inner Sword was in charge of hosting the battle, while the Outer Sword was in charge of drawing lots. Because the number of inner swordsmen was twice as high as the number of outer swordsmen on the ranking, there were still twenty-two inner swordsmen who needed to compete with their fellow inner swordsmen. There was no other way. Who asked the outer swordsmen to be so weak?
Xuanyuan's tradition was very straightforward. The pace was very fast, and there were no formalities. Once everyone was present, the Outer Sword Swordsmen immediately began to draw lots. At this time, the snowy plains of Hidden Sword Peak were already crowded with people.
Lou Xiaoyi was the strongest seed. This also meant that he would definitely draw an inner sword cultivator who was ranked at the bottom. From this point of view, the probability of him going up against Yan Bo wasn't small.
It was just that he felt a little embarrassed. Cultivators were very open-minded about this. Everyone here was a fellow disciple. Unless you didn't go up, you had to be mentally prepared to face a familiar face.
However, Lou Xiaoyi's luck still followed probability. His opponent was an unfamiliar Outer Sword cultivator, Guangzhu. He was an old Foundation Establishment cultivator who was ranked around six hundred. Based on his ranking alone, he was even above Yan Bo.
The first round thus began. The speed was just as shocking!
If it was another sect that held a similar internal competition, there would definitely be dozens or even dozens of battle arenas. This was especially true for Dharma meridians. Because of the dragging and slow pace, rather than calling it a battle, it would be better to call it a mutual discussion of the Dao.
In the cultivation world, among the main orthodoxies, the battle between Dharma cultivators was the slowest. Swordsman's battle was the shortest. This was a publicly acknowledged fact.
In the words of Body Cultivators, one raised but not firm, the other drained like a waterfall!
Of course, due to the fact that Body Cultivators would often transform into their Dharma Forms and cause earth-shattering battles, Dharma cultivators and Swordsman's evaluation of Body Cultivators' battles was that they were too congested and couldn't enter the right path …
The battle between orthodoxies was the main theme of the cultivation world. It had never stopped since the beginning of cultivation.
They weren't wrong to say that a swordsman's ability to vent was like a waterfall!
Close, attack, clash, fly apart, end, mouth … This was the norm. One, two, three, pay the bill … It was reasonable for the sect to only arrange this space.
Everyone was doing this, and Lou Xiaoyi was no exception. He understood the significance of everyone's competition. To be honest, those who were able to stand here were all veterans of hundreds of battles. Whether it was between fellow sect members or against other orthodoxies, they had fought countless battles.
Especially between fellow sect members who had fought for at least a hundred years. They knew each other's skills very well. Furthermore, it was not appropriate for them to play dirty in front of everyone.
Therefore, everyone agreed to compete in the most basic aspects!
Range, sword speed, sword frequency, power, control, reaction … This kind of competition was the most exciting when both parties were in close contact. If the range was shorter, the speed of the sword would be slower, the frequency of the sword would be slower, the power would be weaker, the control would be cruder, and the reaction would be slower.
Manipulating the sword was not only the essence of the inner sword, it was also the only way to use the outer sword. When two sword cultivators manipulated the sword, there were countless ways to manipulate it. Kiting, biting tails, circling, secret techniques, teleporting, swaying, colliding … It was impossible to predict what kind of trajectory two fast-moving humans could create in the vast space!
However, there was one thing. The most thrilling, most exciting, most direct, and fastest way to solve the problem was to collide! This was also the most important test of a Swordsman's courage and reaction to an enemy!
There was no hard and fast standard. When both parties collided, starting from three, or four thousand feet away, how many swords would you send out, how many moves would you send out, how would you attack or defend, how would you counter? If three, or four thousand feet could not be separated, then two thousand feet, one thousand feet!
The rhythm became faster and faster, the number of flying swords increased, and the distance became shorter and shorter. It was purely based on instincts, and there was no room for thought.
The result would be that I'm standing, and you're falling. I'm the standard!
This was the real scene of a Xuanyuan Swordsman's internal competition. They disdained trickery and trickery, and loved to lick the blood on the tip of their blade, dancing on the edge of the blade. This was the core of a Swordsman's strength.
This was also the reason why Swordsman's battle records were so brilliant. They were better at fighting on the frontlines!
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