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The young woman in the green skirt smiled slightly, and said, "Daoyou Du, why don't we make a bet, can Martial Nephew Wang be in the top ten?"

In the second round of the competition, there were fifty-three sword cultivators at the Core Formation stage, and Wang Qingshan was able to advance to the top ten if he advanced to the fourth round.

According to the rules of the Sword Fighting Conference, the cultivators who participated in the Sword Fighting Conference should not be higher than the sixth floor.

Du Yunlong's younger disciples have the fifth-level cultivation base, and the newly promoted Wanjian Seven Sons are the key training objects of Wanjianmen.

Du Yunlong could see that the beautiful woman in purple was not Wang Qingshan's opponent, that is to say, there was no problem with Wang Qingshan advancing to the third round. As long as he wins one more game, he will be able to advance to the top ten.

"Since he is Daoyou Ye's disciple, there is no problem in making it to the top ten, why not let him compete with the disciples of this old man to see who wins and who loses, how?"

"Your disciple is at the fifth level of formation, while nephew Wang is only at the third level, and nephew Wang has no formal entry, and he has fewer flying swords, which is unfair to him."

Du Yunlong smiled indifferently and said, "That's good! Within half a quarter of an hour, Rui'er will worship Wang Xiaoyou, and he only uses a flying sword. How about this old man betting on this piece of gold and silver?"

He turned his palm over, and a piece of silver ore the size of an egg appeared on his hand, with some golden spots on the surface of the silver ore.

"Okay, it's a deal, the concubine will use a fourth-order wind and snow python as a bet."

The young woman in the green skirt took out a piece of snow-white animal skin, looking full of confidence.

With Wang Qingshan's sword tactic, the cyan flying swords around his body quickly merged into one, turning into a huge cyan Flood Dragon, which lunged towards the opposite side with its teeth and claws.

The beautiful woman in purple clenched her sword, and the eight purple flying swords turned into a purple dragon with a thick waist, facing the blue dragon.

The two Flood Dragons were fighting together. The Purple Flood Dragon was bigger and had some advantages, while the Blue Flood Dragon lost the advantage.

Wang Qingshan frowned, opened his mouth, and a cyan long rainbow flew out, submerging into the body of the cyan Flood Dragon, the cyan Flood Dragon grew in size, the light was bright, and the whole body was wrapped in a layer of cyan hurricane.

The situation suddenly turned, the cyan Flood Dragon stabilized the purple Flood Dragon, and the Purple Flood Dragon retreated steadily. It was not the opponent of the cyan Flood Dragon at all.

"Break it for me."

The purple Flood Dragon's body suddenly burst open, and countless purple sword qi flew out, slashing towards the cyan Flood Dragon overwhelmingly.

The cyan Flood Dragon opened its **** mouth, and a powerful airflow emerged out of thin air, swallowing up the incoming cyan sword energy. in the stomach.

The beautiful woman in purple furrowed her brows tightly, and the sword art was unceasingly moving, and there was a "clanging" sound of gold and iron clashing in the body of the blue dragon.

The cyan Flood Dragon kept flying over the arena without being affected.

No matter how the beautiful woman in purple contacted her flying sword, the cyan dragon was not affected in the slightest.

Her face became ugly. After trying for a quarter of an hour, the cyan dragon was still intact, so she could only admit defeat.

"Wang Qingshan wins."

Hearing this, Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Sword Master Xiaoyao had instructed him on his sword-fighting skills, especially in the skills of manipulating flying swords. He was taught by famous teachers. General sword repair is powerful.

The beautiful woman in purple sighed and said to Wang Qingshan, "You Wang Daoyou is superb in swordsmanship, and his concubine admires him."

"Mrs. Liu, let it go."

Wang Qingshan said modestly, put away his flying sword, jumped off the ring, and watched other people fight swords.

Cheng Zhenyu, Nangongfu, Li Rui, and Hai Xinshu all worshiped their opponents one after another. Cheng Zhenyu's cultivation was not high, and it took less than half an hour to defeat the opponent. Li Rui and Nangongfu won very easily. Their sword skills were very superb. And there are complete sets of flying swords, and the quality of the flying swords is also very good.

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his weapon. For Jianxiu, a good flying sword can improve their strength.

The second round of the competition was over. Twenty-seven swordsmen advanced to the next round. This time, Wang Qingshan had better luck and got an empty lottery.

Cheng Zhenyu's opponent is a big man in yellow robe with five layers of elixir. The big man in yellow robe has six yellow flying swords, and he can let out mad sand to hurt the enemy. test.

Hai Xinshu controlled the flying sword to transform into various monster forms, and attacked the opponent's flying sword. Under her crazy attack, it didn't take long for her to win.

Li Rui and Nangong Fu's performances were still eye-catching, and it didn't take long for them to defeat their opponents.

"Nephew Wang, this palace is your Uncle Liu. Later, Daoyou Du's younger disciple, Li Rui, will compete with you. Don't worry, the way of the competition will be beneficial to you. If you win, I will give you a big reward, you know?"

A gentle female voice came from Wang Qingshan's ear.

Wang Qingshan looked towards the rostrum, his eyes collided with a young woman in a green skirt.

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

Wang Qingshan didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly agreed through voice transmission.

Fifteen hours later, the third round of the competition was over, and fourteen swordsmen advanced to the fourth round.

This time, Wang Qingshan's opponent is Hai Xinshu.

At the beginning of the competition, they shot almost at the same time, and none of them kept their hands.

Hai Xinshu released nine red flying swords, turned into nine red giant pythons with thick waists, and rushed towards them.

Hai Xinshu's cultivation base is higher than Wang Qingshan's, and the number of flying swords is also higher than Wang Qingshan's. Wang Qingshan intends to fight quickly.

He took out the azure glass sword, turned it into a azure long rainbow several meters long, and slashed at the nine red giant pythons.

With the Haixinshu sword art, the nine red giant pythons merged into one, turning into a huge red dragon~www.readwn.com~ opened its **** mouth and swallowed the cyan Changhong in one bite.

When Wang Qingshan's sword art was pinched, the scarlet dragon's face showed a painful color, its body was divided into two, and a cyan Changhong flew out.

Hai Xinshu frowned slightly, her apricot mouth opened, and a red Changhong flew out to meet the blue Changhong.

Klang-kang-kang!

There was a muffled sound of gold and iron colliding, and the blue and red lights were blazing.

When the Haixinshu sword art was pinched, the light of the red Changhong rose sharply, and a large piece of red flame appeared, and the cyan flying sword fell slightly.

Wang Qingshan's brows furrowed, and the sword tactic was pinched, and the blue-colored Changhong flew back and stopped in front of him.

He gently stroked the Qingli sword, as if he was stroking his lover. An astonishing sword intent rushed out of his body. The light of the Qingli sword soared, making a harsh sword sound, and the blade twisted.

At the same time, the flying swords of most of the sword cultivators present swayed, making bursts of sword cries.

A look of surprise flashed across Li Rui's eyes, and said, "Sword Intent!"

Sword Intent is the intention of sword cultivators to use the sword. For example, moving forward and being invincible are all manifestations of Sword Intent. What Sword Master Xiaoyao comprehends is Xiaoyao Sword Intent.

There are many kinds of sword intent, and what kind of sword intent can be comprehended depends entirely on Jian Xiu’s personal understanding of kendo.

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