Chapter 907: Tough Opponent
When the host saw this scene, he also fell into deep thought.
How could they possibly investigate the backgrounds of all sword practitioners? The Sword Tower did not have an intelligence agency like the Taoist Mission Hall, so they could not investigate everything.
Moreover, this kind of situation had never occurred before when the Sword-Asking Ceremony was held.
Strange thing.
"Master, I'm afraid this is not a good sign. Should we make some preparations?" An elder from the Sword Tower felt that this Sword-Asking Ceremony was unusual, and quietly sent a message to the master.
The head of the building nodded, agreeing with the elder's point of view. The matter of this sword-asking ceremony was beyond the capabilities of the sword building. "It is indeed not a good sign. Let's notify the government first and ask them to send a few more people, so that they can catch the criminals in time."
Their Sword Tower is not one of the five major immortal sects and does not have the power to enforce the law.
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Apart from the irreconcilable conflicts between a large number of individual sword cultivators, there was nothing else worth noting in the first group of competitions.
The iron top competition between Xuanxuan and Wuer attracted the attention of many sword cultivators. The two sea creatures collided to the extreme. First, Wuer activated his hidden bloodline, and the phantom of his ancestor appeared above his head, giving him new strength and gaining the upper hand. Then Xuanxuan also activated his hidden bloodline, and the phantom of his ancestor appeared, turning the situation around and gaining the upper hand.
In the end, it was Xuanxuan who struck back and was more powerful than the other team and won the victory.
At this point, the first group of competitions came to a successful conclusion.
Since they are all incarnations of sword intent, even if they kill the opponent, at most the sword intent will collapse, and there will be no danger to life.
Of course, if they are looking for personal revenge after the game, there is nothing we can do about it.
Compared with the first group of competitions, the second group of competitions is more interesting. In the second group of competitions, there are Mingtai and Lu Yang, two young generation's highly anticipated kendo stars. People have only heard of them in legends, and this is the first time they have seen them in action.
However, the most conspicuous one was Yue Chuan, who came on the field directly with the sword spirit A Lan.
The sword spirit is part of the sword and does not violate any rules.
Lu Yang did not allow the Immortal Sword Spirit Fairy to appear. If she had allowed the fairy to appear, not to mention the sword cultivators participating in this year's Sword-Asking Ceremony, even if all the sword cultivators from all previous Sword-Asking Ceremony were pulled together and tied up, they would not be enough for the Immortal Sword Spirit Fairy to defeat alone.
Lu Yang always does things in an upright manner and does not rely on any empty external forces.
Lu Yang's opponent was a cultivator who was dressed strangely, had a pale face and looked frail. He was holding an ice sword with ice and snow patterns carved on the blade.
I remember Mingtai introduced this person. He was a cultivator from the Far North named Xue Shilou, and was quite famous in the Far North.
Being introduced by Mingtai, he must have some outstanding qualities, but compared with Lu Yang, he is still far behind.
"It's a pity that this guy called Xue Shilou met Lu Yang in the first game."
"I can't help it. My luck is just like this. It's so unlucky."
"I don't know how much strength he can force Lu Yang to exert."
"I hope the fight can last longer. The more cards Lu Yang reveals, the better it will be for us."
Hearing the whispers of the sword practitioners below the stage, Xue Shilou's eyes were unusually firm. So what if Lu Yang had a high talent in swordsmanship? He could make up for the gap with hard work. Thinking about his experience in swordsmanship over the past decade, the tears, sweat, scars... were too numerous to count.
Along the way, he encountered many powerful enemies and many people said that he could not win, but the facts slapped everyone in the face.
On the ring, dozens of moves were exchanged in a flash. Xue Shilou was indeed a sword genius who came from the Far North. He had been honing his skills there for many years, and his sword style was always cold and decisive.
It was Lu Yang’s first time to use his sword incarnation to fight, and it felt quite novel.
After experiencing the feeling of sword incarnation in battle, it's time to use some real skills.
As Lu Yang's sword moves changed, Xue Shilou suddenly felt the pressure doubled, as if Lu Yang was holding not a sword but a sledgehammer that could shake the heavens and the earth, and every collision made his wrist numb.
Could this be Lu Yang’s true strength, and was what he did before just a warm-up?
A few drops of cold sweat appeared on Xue Shilou's forehead. Both of them were using the incarnation of sword intent, which had nothing to do with their cultivation. In other words, Lu Yang's sword intent was far superior to his.
Lu Yang's sword moves were heavy and fast. He seemed to see through Xue Shilou's sword moves. Each of his swords was aimed at his weaknesses, forcing Xue Shilou to passively defend and unable to attack.
The sword cultivators who were watching also realized that Xue Shilou was just putting up a desperate resistance and defeat was inevitable.
But none of them could figure out that if they were to face Lu Yang, they would probably end up like Xue Shilou.
"How about just admit defeat?" Lu Yang suggested seriously. He wanted to finish the game early so that he could watch how others played while their games were still going on.
"No!" Xue Shilou said seriously. Although he was at a disadvantage, his eyes were firm and he was not shaken at all by the huge strength of both sides.
Lu Yang was stunned for a moment and realized that his attitude was wrong. As a sword cultivator, he must fight to the last moment. There was no reason for him to admit defeat. What he said just now was tantamount to slapping Xue Shilou in the face.
Lu Yang said seriously: "Sorry, in return, I will use all my strength to defeat you!"
Feeling Lu Yang's increasingly heavy and fast attacks, Xue Shilou broke out in sweat and his blood was boiling.
Is it true that the gap between me and a true kendo genius is so huge? Am I really going to stop here? Xue Shilou was in a trance for a moment, and his memory was pulled back to his childhood.
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In the heavy snow, Xue Shilou stood on a wooden stake, holding a broken iron sword. The north wind was howling, and the snowflakes hit his face, causing him pain.
"Master, I can't hold on any longer."
Xue Shilou said this through gritted teeth. He didn't dare to speak loudly for fear that snowflakes would fly into his mouth.
The master was hunched over, leaning on a cane, and seemed to have noticed that the Tenth Floor of the Snow Building was crumbling.
"Keep going. You need to adapt to this environment and block the heavy snow. In the future, you will understand the significance of today's training."
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"Master, so you had already anticipated what would happen today?" Xue Shilou murmured to himself. Lu Yang's attack was like a violent blizzard in the far north.
He slowly retracted his sword moves, narrowed his defense range, adjusted his movements, and stood in a somewhat strange posture, which was a standing posture.
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He gradually recalled his master's teachings and every detail of his sword practice. Some originally unrelated moves were connected together at this moment to form new moves.
"Standing Sword Style!"
This is a sword style that can block the blizzard. It is a sword style that even the master has not yet mastered! "Slash."
Lu Yang lightly uttered the word "kill", and the sword energy turned into a full moon, directly piercing through the standing sword style, knocking Xue Shilou to the edge of the ring and knocking him unconscious.
"Junior Brother Xue is unconscious. This is not good." A sword cultivator in the audience saw Xue Shilou unconscious and looked anxious.
"Fellow Daoist, what will happen after Xue Shilou falls into a coma?" someone asked.
The man sighed and said, "Xue Shilou is my junior fellow apprentice. He was originally an orphan picked up by the master. He showed amazing talent in swordsmanship when he was young, and the master regarded him as his successor."
"Just when Master thought he had accepted a good disciple, an accident happened and Junior Brother Xue fell into a coma. After he fell into a coma, another will took over Junior Brother Xue's body. Junior Brother Xue became cruel and powerful under that circumstance. Master's leg was broken by Junior Brother Xue at that time."
"Afterwards, Junior Brother Xue woke up and couldn't remember anything. Master and I didn't reveal the incident to anyone."
"Master suspects that Junior Brother Xue encountered some kind of stimulation before he was picked up, which caused him to split into two personalities."
As expected, after Xue Shilou fell into a coma, he actually stood up again, and his whole aura changed drastically.
"Why did this loser faint again? It turns out he still has to rely on me." "Xue Shilou" looked at Lu Yang with a cruel smile on his face.
"cut."
As usual, Lu Yang gently uttered the word "behead" and knocked the other personality Xue Shilou unconscious.
In Xue Shilou's spiritual world, there are two Xue Shilou, one bright and one dark.
"So I was the one who broke Master's leg?" Liang Dexue Shilou cried, "No, it was you. You hurt Master!"
An Xue Shi Lou sneered at this: "So what if I hurt you? It's because the blood power in your body is too strong and you can't control it, so you split me into this personality."
"If I didn't have this personality, you would have frozen to death long before Master picked you up."
Seeing that the bright Xue Shilou was still crying, the dark Xue Shilou looked disappointed.
"Crying, what's the use of crying? Can crying help you defeat your opponent?"
"Then what do you say we should do?" Liang Xue asked loudly on the tenth floor while crying.
An Dexue Shilou showed a complicated smile: "You just comprehended the standing sword style, and your realm is on par with the previous level. You just need a little help to adapt to the power of your bloodline."
"A little help?" Liang Xue was stunned.
The dark Xue Shilou did not explain anything, but walked forward to hug the bright Xue Shilou, and his figure slowly disappeared.
"What's missing is the fusion of you and me. I hope that after I disappear, you will no longer be a crybaby who cries when encountering difficulties."
"Xiao An!" Liang Xue shouted on the tenth floor, trying desperately to catch another self, but in the end all he caught was a ball of light.
In reality, the fallen Xue Shilou slowly stood up again, his eyes sad and determined. He slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Lu Yang, as if he was speaking to one person, or as if two of him were speaking in unison.
"Lu Yang, I'm going to defeat you!"
“This aura, he is the legendary Snow Emperor’s bloodline!” a swordsman from the Far North shouted from the audience.
"Are you done yet? Kill me!" Lu Yang was furious and swung his sword with all his might.
Xue Shilou fell off the stage.
(End of this chapter)