This Sword Immortal Conference seems to have no threshold.
But not everyone can get in!
Zhao Ning smiled slightly, took out a brush that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, and wrote freely on the stele.
"Zhao Ning, a first-grade spiritual embryo, carrying the sword Chongli!"
Wow!
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, what a show of skill.
Just now, the wolf hair on the brush was full of sword energy. The hair of wild beasts could break monuments and stones, and the handwriting could be so neat.
What kind of monster is this?
Zhao Ning knew that the effect had been achieved and looked at everyone with a faint smile.
"Everyone, please!"
There was silence among the crowd for a moment.
A heroic voice sounded.
"Great word! I'll come too!"
Ying Wuque strode forward and picked up the brush that Zhao Ning had just put down. His handwriting became even more unrestrained and wild, and the words carved on the stone tablet looked like they were cut by a knife or an axe. The sword energy was so sharp that people dared not look directly at it.
"Ying Wuque, a holy spirit, and the sword Tai'a!"
"hiss……"
"hiss……"
"hiss……"
The sound of people gasping for air was endless.
Holy spiritual fetus?
Is there really someone in this world who can break through to the thirteenth level?
Add to that the body of Emperor Zhuanxu, who else can rival him?
And this Taia...
Everyone has an impression.
The Lulu Sword, also known as the Tai'a Sword, is the sword worn by King Gan.
Of course, this Tai'a is definitely not the original windlass. It is most likely a replica made according to the original casting process. This is the case for most of those participating in the Sword Immortal Conference today.
After all, although the integration of man and weapon is reversible, it causes great damage to the weapon itself.
Everyone is here for the Han Guang Sword. If they can win, they will definitely fuse the Han Guang Sword.
No matter how wealthy a family is, it is impossible to destroy the family heirloom sword.
However, the craftsmanship of the windlass sword can be reproduced in the world, and even if it is a replica, it can definitely be called a treasure.
How could Ying Wuque lose?
Ying Wuque enjoyed the reactions of the crowd very much, but he did not particularly care about their reactions. Instead, he looked at Ying Wuji deeply and said, "Wuji! Brothers like you and I have never sparred before. I hope we can meet at this Sword Immortal Conference!"
Everyone: “…”
What happened a few days ago has spread all over the city.
The talented Ying Wuji beat up his own brother because his talent was questioned.
Looking at Ying Wuque's expression, he wants revenge!
Swords and knives have no eyes. In any martial arts competition, loss of life is allowed.
If they really meet...will someone die?
A holy spiritual fetus could never be defeated by a second-grade spiritual fetus.
They couldn't help but look at Ying Wuji, wanting to see how he would react.
Ying Wuji sneered: "Haven't you ever sparred with me? I remember that we sparred with each other last time in the opera troupe? Oh... I get it, beating someone up doesn't count as sparring!"
"you!"
Ying Wuque's face suddenly looked a little ugly, but he quickly controlled his anger and smiled lightly: "There is no point in talking more, we will see you on the ring. I'm just afraid that you don't dare to write your name on it, Wuji!"
After saying that, he left with a smile and sat down at his own dining table.
Ying Wuji looked calm.
But others were a little depressed.
Holy spiritual fetus + Emperor Zhuanxu's body.
This Sword Immortal Conference seems to be more difficult than I imagined!
Compared with the hatred between brothers, they care more about whether they can seize the Sword of Light.
For a moment, the air pressure in front of the monument was extremely low, and many people began to have difficulty breathing.
"Since you are so humble, I will go first."
Mi Xingli smiled, picked up the pen and started writing.
"Mi Xingli, a first-grade spiritual fetus, carrying the sword Moye!"
Everyone: “Hiss…”
Another first-grade spiritual fetus?
Mi Xingli put down the wolf hair brush.
A man in a fiery red robe and a mask strode forward.
"Ji Sanxi, a first-grade spiritual fetus, carrying the sword Zhurong!"
Everyone: “Hiss…”
After Ji Sanxi finished writing, he turned to look at Ying Wuji, made a throat-cutting gesture, and said in a hoarse voice: "There are many people who want to kill you, and I am just one of them. If you want to live, you'd better give up immediately!"
After saying that, he left laughing wildly.
Then a man came on stage.
"Nangong Yu, a first-grade spiritual fetus, wearing the Gongque sword!"
Nangong Yu turned his head and made a throat-slitting gesture towards Ying Wuji: "My sister's revenge must be avenged!"
Next.
The noble families with the surname Ji came forward one after another, and all of them who could write their names on the stele looked at Ying Wuji meaningfully.
Although there was no more throat-cutting action, the threat was not concealed at all.
The Muye Stele was broken into pieces by Han Juan.
But Han Juan was already dead.
They had no place to vent their anger, so they could only target Ying Wuji.
It was because Ying Wuji used the lame excuse of "I've already drunk it" that day and refused to return the medicine that caused the Muye Monument to be in an extremely bad state.
Moreover, Ying Wuji is one of the "Two Saints" mentioned by Yang Zhu's lineage.
They had no way to target Zhao Ning.
Is there still no way to target Ying Wuji?
"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"
Ying Wuji glanced at the crowd. The man with the surname Ji did not leave after writing his name. He was looking at him with a smile, as if he was afraid that he would not see his joke.
These dogecoins are afraid that the provocation method will not work.
In that case, then I will satisfy you.
He smiled and threw the brush aside: "This thing is too difficult, I can't use it!"
He immediately drew out his sword, which looked exactly like Zhao Ning's Chongli Sword.
The tip of the sword lightly touched the stone tablet and wrote a line of words.
"Ying Wuji, second-grade spiritual embryo, with the sword Han Juan!"
Han Juan?
Everyone was a little confused.
How could someone in this world name a sword "Han Juan"?
Everyone with the surname Ji had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Ying Wuji grinned at everyone: "Next! Please allow me to introduce my sword spirit to everyone!"
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