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The second day, the hour.

A straight giant peak, thousands of sword cultivators gathered on the mountain, most of them were cultivators of the foundation-building period.

The Sword Fighting Conference was held for the sword cultivators in the formation stage. The sword cultivators in the foundation formation stage came to watch the fun, and the sword cultivators in the formation stage were the participants of the Sword Fighting Conference.

There is a huge bluestone square on the top of the mountain, with dozens of bluestone arenas of the same size.

The Sword Fighting Tournament, as the name suggests, is to let the flying swords fight each other, and the sword cultivator sacrifices his own flying sword to fight with other people's flying swords, and he can perform various sword-fighting techniques.

There are as many as hundreds of sword cultivators at the Core Formation Stage participating in the Sword Fighting Tournament this time. Some sword cultivators are loose cultivators, some are disciples of the Xiuxian family, and most are disciples of the Xiuxian sect.

Taiyi Xianmen also sent people to participate in this sword fighting competition, but Wang Qingshan didn't know them.

An old man in blue robe in his early fifties was standing on a 1 bluestone ring, his face was ruddy, and his tiger eyes were not angry and arrogant.

"Old man Du Yunlong, welcome everyone to participate in the Sword Fighting Conference held by our Wanjianmen. The Sword Fighting Conference is a battle of flying swords, a duel between two and two. No one should hurt anyone. Violators will be severely punished. The top ten can get rich rewards. Don't talk nonsense, let's draw lots."

The blue-robed old man gave a brief introduction, and then let the contestants draw lots to compete.

Wang Qingshan drew the No. 15 lottery. His opponent was a tall, thin middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was carrying a red giant sword with four layers of pills.

The Sword Fighting Tournament is a battle of flying swords, which tests the swordsman's skills and the quality of flying swords.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Qingshan shrugged his right shoulder, and a crisp sword sound rang out. Five green flying swords flew out of the sword box that Wang Qingshan was carrying and hovered above his head.

Wang Qingshan's natal magic weapon is the blue glass sword, and the sword fighting convention does not stipulate that he can only fight with his natal flying sword. Wang Qingshan planned to use the five Jade Void Swords to fight each other first, and if he was defeated, it would not be too late to use the Qingli Sword.

The middle-aged man slapped his sword art, and the red giant sword he was carrying flew out from the scabbard.

Soon, hundreds of red giant swords appeared above his head, and each of them sparkled and looked exactly the same.

Wang Qingshan's sword art was pinched, and the five Jade Void Swords made a crisp chirping sound at the same time.

Klang-kang-kang!

There was a muffled sound of metal colliding, and hundreds of red giant swords and hundreds of blue flying swords slashed together.

The sword cultivators in the other arenas used various means to control flying swords to fight each other.

They didn't show their trump cards right away, and most of them used the most basic sword-splitting skills to test the opponent's flying swords.

Some sword cultivators transform their flying swords into monsters and attack the opponent's flying swords. Some sword cultivators turned the flying sword into a disc and released a large amount of sword energy to attack.

For a time, the sword light flashed on the arena, and all kinds of sword lights were blazing.

Wang Qingshan's sword art changed, and hundreds of cyan flying swords quickly merged into one, turning into a cyan giant sword more than ten feet long, rushing into hundreds of red flying swords.

Klang-kang-kang!

There was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing, and a large piece of red flying sword was smashed by the cyan giant sword.

The middle-aged man was not to be outdone, and with a pinch of the sword, hundreds of red flying swords quickly merged into one and turned into a giant red sword to meet him. He opened his mouth again, and a small red sword about two feet long flew out. , the red sword is crystal clear, and the rays of light are constantly flowing.

The small red sword made a crisp sound of sword cries, turned into a long red rainbow, and hit the blue giant sword.

A series of muffled sounds of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the cyan giant sword seemed to be struggling with one against two.

The light of the red little sword rose, and it merged with the red giant sword. A large piece of red sword light appeared on the surface of the red giant sword, and at the same time, a large piece of red flames appeared, which aggressively slashed towards the blue giant sword.

Keng!

The cyan giant sword collided with the red giant sword, and immediately flew out backwards. Taking advantage of the situation, it turned into five cyan flying swords and surrounded the red giant sword.

Sword formation!

Wang Qingshan clenched his hands endlessly, and the five cyan flying swords made a sound of sword cries at the same time, and they turned quickly.

A gust of wind was blowing, and a cyan tornado emerged out of thin air, wrapping the red giant sword and turning it quickly. The strong airflow caused Wang Qingshan and the middle-aged man's clothes to sway non-stop.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and with a pinch of the sword, the light of the red giant sword soared, turning into a red giant python with a thick water tank on its waist, opening its **** mouth and pounced on the blue tornado.

Wang Qingshan sneered, the sword technique changed, the cyan tornado turned quickly, and countless cyan sword qi flew out from the cyan tornado and slashed at the red giant python.

Boom!

A huge roar sounded, and the red giant python recovered its body and turned into a red giant sword.

The middle-aged man's expression turned cold, and his sword art was constantly moving. The light of the red giant sword soared, turning into a red long rainbow more than ten feet long, trying to smash the cyan tornado.

The size of the cyan tornado suddenly increased by more than three times, and the red Changhong couldn't help but immersed in the cyan tornado and wandered on the outer wall.

A deafening roar sounded, and the cyan tornado burst open, turning into five blue flying swords, a red giant sword and a red small sword fell to the ground, and the aura was slightly dim.

"Wang Qingshan wins!"

The referee announced loudly, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and said nothing, put away his sword, and jumped off the ring.

Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, and when the sword art was pinched, the five Jade Void Swords circled and flew back into the sword box one after another.

Wang Qingshan jumped off the ring and watched the others fight swords.

"Hey, it's him."

Wang Qingshan let out a small murmur, and his eyes fell on a certain ring.

A tall man in red shirt was fighting with a young woman in blue skirt in his early thirties. The man in red shirt was none other than Cheng Zhenyu.

When Wang Qingshan met Cheng Zhenyu, because of the news that he sold it to the Wang Family Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire, Wang Qingshan was deeply impressed by him.

Cheng Zhenyu was on the second floor of the Formation Pill. He drove two red flying swords that were about two feet long, and released a large piece of red sword shadows, slashing at hundreds of blue sword shadows.

The young woman in the blue skirt is a three-layered pill, and her cultivation base is higher than Cheng Zhenyu~www.novelmt.com~ Cheng Zhenyu doesn't seem to plan to consume it any more. With a pinch of the sword, the light of the two red flying swords soars, turning into two feet in size. The red flying eagles dashed towards hundreds of blue sword shadows.

The red flying eagle flapped its wings and blew out a powerful hurricane. The blue sword shadow touched the hurricane and flew out one after another.

The brows of the blue-skirted young woman frowned, and with a pinch of the sword, hundreds of blue sword shadows merged into one giant blue eagle with a huge body.

Cheng Zhenyu's sword art changed, the two red flying eagles merged into one, more than doubled in size, and rushed towards the blue giant eagle.

The red giant eagle and the blue giant eagle were torn together, and the blue giant eagle vaguely gained the upper hand. Without a change in the Zhenyu Sword Art, a large red flame appeared on the body of the red giant eagle, and the blue giant eagle was stained with red flames. The scarlet flames spread rapidly, and the blue giant eagle let out a painful cry.

The light of the red giant eagle soared, turning into a red sun that was more than ten feet in size.

The sound of "chichi" breaking through the air was loud, and hundreds of red flying swords flew out from the red sun and slashed on the blue giant eagle.

The blue giant eagle immediately recovered its body, turned into three small blue swords, and landed on the ground, its aura dimmed.

"Cheng Zhenyu wins!"

The referee announced loudly.

Wang Qingshan witnessed the whole process, with a contemplative expression on his face. He did not expect that Cheng Zhenyu was also a swordsman.

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