Pre-match battle

Jianshan was crowded with people, almost every immortal mountain had sent people here, and the whole place was filled with people gathered in groups of three or four to chat.

"Greetings, Elder Qingyi, please follow me into the hall."

From a distance, they saw a woman in white clothes coming forward, standing in front of a few people and bowing.

Cong Mo and his companions followed behind the old man and saluted as well.

The old man and the waiter nodded slightly and said to Cong Mo and the others, "I will take you here."

After saying this, he and the woman turned into fairy smoke and left.

Leng Can asked the two curiously, "Where is Master going?"

Yu replied, "The elders of each immortal mountain must participate in judging the competition. After Master brought us here, he will go to meet with the other elders to discuss the competition matters together."

"Do you remember me?" A woman came back from the crowd in front of them, dressed in Jianshan's uniform light blue attire, and spoke slowly, "We entered the Immortal Sect together."

"How could I forget in just three months?" Cong Mo extended his hand towards her. "Ji Shufeng, a master of the sword."

Ji Shufeng smiled and said, "Cong Mo, the one who is ruthless."

"Oh!" Leng Can slapped his head, as if he remembered who she was. He pointed at himself and asked, "Do you still remember me? Leng Can, you almost scratched my face at that time."

Ji Shufeng curled her lips, "Of course I remember."

"Hehe..." Leng Can pulled Xi over and introduced him generously, "This is our senior brother, Xi."

"Hello." Ji Shufeng extended his hand to him and called out to the others, "Follow me. I'll take you to the center of the venue."

She deliberately slowed down her pace and walked beside Cong Mo, her eyes fell on her, "Cong Mo, it is difficult to cultivate the ruthless way."

"It's acceptable." Cong Mo looked straight ahead and said calmly.

"I heard this path isn't easy. You must place in the top three in the Sword Mountain Tournament to stay, right? And you can only use swordsmanship, no other methods allowed."

"The Sword Mountain competition can only use swordsmanship," Cong Mo said calmly, "otherwise why would it be held at Sword Mountain? As for the top three, that's nothing to worry about for me."

"You're still the same as you were then." Ji Shufeng said with a smile, "So confident in your ability to succeed."

"I think that's a good quality."

Ji Shufeng covered her mouth and smiled shyly, "I agree."

"Yo!" A voice disturbed the peace here. A burly man walked in front of the two people, followed by a group of younger brothers, blocking their way. He looked at them with contempt, "This is our Junior Sister Ji's new friend, why don't you introduce him to her?"

Ji Shufeng frowned, but still maintained basic politeness, "Brother, please move aside. Everyone who comes to Jianshan is a guest."

"Hey!" The man called Senior Brother raised his hand to touch her, but Cong Mo slapped him away. "Please be careful."

The man covered his hands and looked at her in disbelief, "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you hit me?"

Cong Mo raised his eyes, looked him in the eye fearlessly, and replied calmly, "I'm a human, not a scallion, but you can't tell whether I'm a human or a scallion?"

"you…"

"Brother." Seeing the conflict about to break out, Ji Shufeng shouted loudly, blocking Cong Mo, staring at the man with hatred, gritting his teeth, "If you have anything to say, wait until the game is over."

The man narrowed his eyes, revealing a lewd look. "Junior sister, your friend's offense today is no small matter. You can't say how you'll compensate me later!"

Ji Shufeng turned her head away without answering.

The man was irritated by her meaningless attitude. "Ji Shufeng, who do you think you are? How dare you give me such a cold shoulder? I'm talking to you out of respect. Don't...ah..."

In a moment,

Cong Mo walked around behind him, and with a "click" sound, bones shattered. She grabbed his wrist and bent it behind his back, then kicked him hard, bending his knees and making him kneel on the ground with a "bang". "If you don't know how to speak, don't speak."

The man yelled, "Ah... who are you to do this to me? You want to die? Come on, catch them!"

"It seems that you are really not a human being. You can't even tell who doesn't want to live." A murderous aura emanated from Cong Mo. She turned around and glanced at the many disciples who followed the man. They were all frightened by her domineering aura and hesitated to step forward.

The disciples who were watching the excitement at the beginning also withdrew.

Leng Can uttered a "Pah" and, relying on Cong Mo's influence, boldly stepped forward to join in the fun. He circled in front of the man and, when he looked up, kicked him in the chest. "Didn't your father teach you not to bark like a dog casually?"

He pulled his arm, looked at the person on the ground, and said nothing.

The man coughed violently, "Do you know who I am? How dare you... Puff..."

Ji Shufeng clenched her fists, unwilling to endure it any longer. She walked forward and slapped him, crookedly slapping his face. "Don't dare to speak like this just because your father is the elder of Jianshan. People like you are not worthy of staying in Xianshan to protect the people."

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, a broken tooth in it. His eyes were fierce, and the sword at his waist flew out instantly. He shouted angrily, "Thunder, kill them for me."

The sky was instantly filled with dark clouds, and countless lightning bolts struck from the sky. A purple sword spirit emerged from it, a humanoid with purple hair, holding a purple sword, pointing it at them, "You want to die if you hurt my master."

The wind was blowing violently, and sword spirits emerged from the swords, protecting their masters and helping them retreat.

Mu Xue immediately transformed and stood in front of Leng Can alongside Ji Shufeng. Leng Can grabbed Ji Shufeng who was about to rush forward and said, "Are you crazy? What are you going to do?"

Ji Shufeng looked worried. "This happened because of me, how can I just sit back and do nothing?"

"Oh my." Leng Can stopped her, "Don't worry too much. I kicked him too. Xiao Mo is more than enough to beat this stupid son. We just need to hide. Going up will only hinder her. Where is your sword spirit? Why don't you come out to protect you?"

"I didn't call her." Ji Shufeng was worried, "Senior Brother's strength cannot be underestimated, especially his sword spirit, whose strength is immeasurable. Cong Mo is really capable alone..."

"Ji Shufeng, I really can't stand you." Leng Can curled his lips. "We practice the Way of Mercilessness, but we are the most powerful sect. We can do what you can do, and we can do even more of what you can't do. You must have the capital to come to Jianshan to compete. My Xiaomo! He is so powerful that he can beat ten stupid sons. Don't think too much, just wait and see him get beaten to a pulp. Just learn Xiaomo's moves."

He held his chin high, and for the first time he was so proud of Wuqing Dao.

While keeping his eyes fixed on the field, he sarcastically said to him, "Just a few days ago, you were still saying that the ruthless way was the most disturbing thing."

Leng Can rolled his eyes at him, "Don't mess things up."

Ji Shufeng felt relieved, pointed his sword, and a green sword spirit burst out from it. "Mu Xi, come out."

"Master." Mu Xi, petite and nearly blown away by the strong wind, stretched out her arms, digging a few green branches into the ground to steady herself. "I'll protect you."

Mu Xue held her hand and said, "Be careful."

This place was quite harmonious. Cong Mo on the field looked at the lightning floating in the air, licked his lips, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He whispered, "Fireworks, come out."

The sword at the waist could no longer bear the loneliness and exploded, turning into a firework, its entire body golden. Its four legs stepped firmly on the ground, and it held the sword in its hand. Its round golden eyes revealed a hint of anticipation.

Like his master, he was looking forward to the battle that would come once in a long time.

After practicing for so long, it’s finally time for a real competition.

The realm was opened, and everyone disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few of them.

"Thunder, spare no effort to kill them."

Cong Mo smiled faintly, "Fireworks, go have some fun, but don't use all your strength, you still have to stay in the competition later."

"Wait for your death." The man, who was pinned down and unable to lift himself up, said viciously.

"Yeah." Cong Mo's eyes gleamed with gold. "Wait."

Yan Huo tilted his head at Cong Mo, then cast his gaze towards the sword spirit controlling lightning in the air and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

"Who are you? Why should I know you?" Lei Dian stood with his sword raised, feeling a slight burning pain on his body. The strength of the sword spirit in front of him should not be underestimated.

"Well then." Yan Huo smiled, "Today I'll let you get to know me!"

After saying that, he immediately rushed forward.

Lei Dian immediately raised his sword to fight back. The swords collided, making a harsh noise. Their immortal powers rubbed against each other, causing gusts of strong wind to blow in response.

In a flash of lightning, countless clashes collided with each other, and were repelled by the pressure of power. Black smoke dispersed, and the thunder and lightning looked at each other arrogantly, "Is this the strength?"

Yanhuo curled his lips, stepped on the ground with his hind hooves, and created a spark. After the battle just now, he basically understood the strength of Lei Dian.

Fireworks glared at his eyes, and golden spirits burned upward from the corners of his eyes. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the golden sword transformed from a solid object into a long, ethereal golden blade, igniting a burst of fire on the ground.

Thunder and Lightning are very powerful, but compared to him,

Fireworks stamped its front hooves on the ground and suddenly flew into the air.

Still a long way to go!

The long sword slashed towards the lightning, and the area covered was so large that the lightning did not even have a chance to dodge. It could only raise the sword above its head to form a circle of protection. It was forced to the mountain wall, and kicked with its feet, trying to withstand the attack.

Fireworks looked up, retracted his strength, and stopped midway. The surroundings returned to silence in an instant. Fireworks withdrew his hand. Thunder gasped and looked at him puzzled.

Fireworks said, "Thunder, my master's spiritual sense just told me to stop. There's no point in fighting like this before the match. If your master apologizes now, I will stop immediately."

Cong Mo did not speak to the Master of Thunder and Lightning alone, but let the fireworks speak for her. The whole realm could hear it, which was really humiliating.

"Lei Dian, kill him! Kill him!" the man shouted in defiance, his arm bent so tightly that he could hardly feel it.

Cong Mo looked indifferent, lowered his head and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The man yelled at her, "Kill you! Kill you!"

Lei Dian's body quickly burned into smoke, purple fairy energy burned in his eyes, lightning and roaring in the sky, and he roared furiously.

Yanhuo nodded to Congmo, then raised his sword to meet the attack.

Cong Mo said to him in his spiritual consciousness, "Don't use your full strength."

The fireworks burned into a brilliant golden color. Lei Dian raised his arm and called down thunder, which landed in the direction of the fireworks, preventing him from getting close and forcing him to circle in the air.

The two fought fiercely.

"It looks like a draw, but the winner is already decided," commented Li.