Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality! Chapter 907

Chapter 907: A tenacious opponent

The original poster also fell into deep thought when he saw this scene.

How could they possibly investigate the backgrounds of all sword cultivators? Sword Tower does not have an intelligence agency like the Taoist Mission Hall, so they would not be able to check it out.

And this kind of situation has never happened before when the Sword Questioning Ceremony was held.

Strange things.

"Master, I'm afraid this is not a good sign. Should we make some preparations?" A certain sword tower elder felt that this sword inquiry ceremony was unusual and quietly sent a message to the poster.

The master Guan nodded and agreed with the elder's point of view. The matter of the Sword Asking Ceremony this time was beyond the capabilities of the Sword Tower: "It is indeed not a good sign. Let's inform the government first and ask them to send a few more people to avoid arresting people." But come."

Our Jianlou is not the Five Immortal Sects and has no law enforcement power.

The first group of competitions has nothing noteworthy except for the large number of irreconcilable conflicts between individual sword cultivators.

The iron top competition between Xuanxuan and Ur attracted the attention of many swordsmen. The two sea clans collided to the extreme. First Ur activated his hidden bloodline, and the phantom of his ancestors appeared above his head, giving him new power and gaining the upper hand. , and then Xuanxuan also activated the hidden bloodline, and the phantom of his ancestor appeared, regaining the situation and gaining the upper hand.

In the end, it was Xuanxuan who struck later, got the better of him, and won.

At this point, the first group of competitions has successfully concluded.

Since they are all fighting with the incarnation of sword intention, even if they beat the opponent to death, at most the sword intention will collapse and their lives will not be in danger.

Of course, if you are seeking personal revenge after the game, there is nothing you can do about it.

Compared with the first group of competitions, the second group of competitions is more exciting. In the second group of competitions, there are Mingtai and Lu Yang, two young and high-profile kendo stars. People have only heard of legends. This is the first time. See them do it.

But the most eye-catching one is Yue Chuan, who directly brought the sword spirit Allan onto the stage.

The sword spirit is part of the sword and does not violate the rules.

Lu Yang did not let the Sword Spirit Immortal Fairy appear on the stage. If the fairy were allowed to appear, let alone the sword cultivators participating in the Sword Asking Ceremony this time. Even if all the sword cultivators from previous Sword Asking Ceremonies were brought over and tied together, there would not be enough for the Immortal Fairy alone. call taxi.

He, Lu Yang, pays attention to being upright and upright in his work, without resorting to external forces that are vain.

Lu Yang's opponent was a monk who was dressed a little strangely. His face was pale and frail, and he was holding an ice sword. The surface of the sword was carved with ice and snow patterns.

I remember Mingtai introduced this person. He was a monk from the Far North. His name was Xue Shilou. He was quite famous in the Far North.

Being able to be introduced by Mingtai is naturally something special, but compared with Lu Yang, it is still far behind.

“It's a pity that this one is called Xue Shilou, and he met Lu Yang in the first game.”

“There is no way, luck is here, it's too unlucky.”

“I don't know how much strength he can force Lu Yang to use.”

“I hope the fight can last a little longer. The more we can force out Lu Yang's trump cards, the better it will be for us.”

Hearing the whispers of the swordsmen in the audience, Xue Shilou's eyes were extremely firm. It didn't matter that Lu Yang was talented in swordsmanship. He could make up for the gap with hard work. Thinking of his more than ten years of sword training experience, tears, sweat, and scars …too numerous to count.

Along the way, he encountered so many strong enemies, and so many people said he couldn't win, but the reality slapped everyone in the face.

On the ring, dozens of moves were exchanged between lightning and flint. Xue Shilou was truly a swordsman genius who came from the far north. He had been honing his swordsmanship there all year round, and his sword style had a hint of coldness and decisiveness.

This is the first time for Lu Yang to fight with the incarnation of his sword, and it feels quite novel.

After experiencing the feeling of fighting with sword intent, it's time to use it for real.

As Lu Yang's sword moves changed, Xue Shilou suddenly felt the pressure double. It was as if Lu Yang was holding not a sword, but a sledgehammer that could shake the world. Every collision made his wrist numb.

Is this Lu Yang's real strength and was it just a warm-up before?

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Xue Shilou's forehead. Both of them used sword intent incarnations, 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 have seen through Xue Shilou's sword moves. Each sword was aimed at his weak point, making Xue Shilou passively defensive and unable to attack.

The sword cultivators who were watching all saw that Xue Shilou was just resisting in a corner, and would be defeated sooner or later.

But none of them could imagine that if they faced Lu Yang, they might end up like Xue Shilou.

"How about just admitting defeat?" Lu Yang suggested seriously. He wanted to finish the game early and watch how others played before the game was over.

"No!" Xue Shilou said seriously. Although he was at a disadvantage, his eyes were firm and unshakable by the excessive strength of both sides.

Lu Yang was stunned for a moment and realized that his attitude was wrong. As a sword cultivator, of course he had to fight until the last moment. There was no reason to admit defeat. What he just said 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 extremely fast attacks, Xue Shilou was sweating all over, and his blood was almost boiling.

Is there such a big gap between me and a real swordsman genius? Do I really want to stop here?

Xue Shilou was in a daze and his memory was brought back to his childhood.

In the heavy snow, Xue Shilou was holding a broken iron sword and standing on a wooden pile. The north wind was whistling by, and the snowflakes hit his face, which made him hurt.

“Master, I can't hold on any longer.”

Xue Shilou gritted his teeth and said, he did not dare to speak loudly for fear of snowflakes flying into his mouth.

The master was hunched over and leaning on a cane, as if he didn't see the crumbling snow tenth floor at all.

“Keep persevering. You have to adapt to this environment and block the heavy snow. In the future, you will understand the meaning of today's practice.”

“Master, did you expect what happened today?” Xue Shilou muttered to himself, Lu Yang's attack was like a violent snowstorm in the far north.

He slowly closed his sword moves, narrowed the defense range, adjusted his movements, and stood in a strange-looking posture, which was a stance.

He gradually recalled his master's teachings and recalled every bit of his sword training. Some originally unrelated moves were connected in series at this moment and turned into new moves.

“Standing sword pose!”

This is a sword posture that can block the violent storm and snow. It is a sword posture that even the master has not completed!

“Behead.”

Lu Yang gently spit out the word "Zhan", and the sword energy turned into a full moon, directly penetrating the stance sword style, knocking Xue Shilou to the edge of the ring, and passed out.

“Junior brother Xue is unconscious. It's not good.” A sword cultivator in the audience looked anxious when he saw Xue Shilou unconscious.

“Fellow Taoist, what will happen to Xue Shilou after he passes out?” someone else asked.

The man sighed and said: "Xue Shilou is my junior brother. He was originally an orphan picked up by the master. He showed amazing talent in swordsmanship when he was young. The master regards him as the successor."

"Just when Master thought he had accepted a good disciple, an accident happened. Junior Brother Xue fell into coma. After the coma, another will took over Junior Brother Xue's body. In that situation, Junior Brother Xue became cruel and powerful. Master's That's when my leg was broken by Junior Brother Xue."

“Later, Junior Brother Xue woke up and couldn't remember anything. Neither Master nor I revealed this matter.”

“Master suspects that Junior Brother Xue encountered some stimulus before he was picked up, which caused him to split into two personalities.”

As expected, after Xue Shilou fell into coma, he stood up again, and his whole demeanor had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Why did this loser faint again? He still has to rely on me." "Xue Shilou" looked at Lu Yang with a cruel smile on his lips.

“Behead.”

As usual, Lu Yang gently spit out the word "Zhan", knocking the other personality of Xue Shilou unconscious.

In the spiritual world of Snow Ten Floors, there are two Snow Ten Floors, one bright and one dark.

“Did I break Master's leg?” Liang Xue Shilou cried, holding his head in his arms, “No, it was you, you injured Master!”

The dark Xue Shilou sneered at this: "It doesn't matter if I get injured, it's not because the power of blood in your body is too powerful and cannot be controlled, that's why I have this personality."

“Without my personality, you would have frozen to death long before Master picked you up.”

Xue Shilou was still crying when he saw the light, while Xue Shilou in the dark looked like he hated iron.

“Cry, what's the use of crying? Can you beat your opponent by crying?”

“Then what do you think we should do?” Liang Xue Shilou asked loudly while crying.

The dark Xue Shilou showed a complicated smile: "You have just understood the Zhanzhuang Sword Style, and your level has reached the next level. There is just a little help before you can adapt to the power of blood."

“A little help?” Liang Xue Shilou was stunned.

The dark Xue Shilou didn't explain anything, but stepped forward to hug the bright Xue Shilou, and his figure slowly dissipated.

“It still needs 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 Shilou shouted, desperately trying to catch the other self, but in the end all he caught was a ball of light.

In reality, the fallen Xue Shilou slowly stood up again, with sad and firm eyes. He slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Lu Yang, as if he was speaking as one person, or as if he were speaking at the same time.

“Lu Yang, I want to defeat you!”

“This aura, he is the bloodline of the legendary Snow Emperor!” A sword cultivator from the Far North shouted in the audience.

"You're done, I'll kill you!" Lu Yang was furious and swung his sword with all his strength.

Xue Shilou fell off the ring.

(End of this chapter)

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