Jiang Ming's slightly bloated body had just returned to his chair and sat down when someone who looked like a master of ceremonies went up on stage to announce," In this Martial Arts Circle Convention, there will be twelve people in each of the left and right groups. Each group will have two people fighting each other. If one side wins, they will enter the top six, and if they win again, they will enter the top three. One of them will enter the top two. As for who will enter, it will depend on strength! In the end, the group champion would win! Now, let's start with the left group! Firstly, the first battle was between Huang Bai from Purple Sword Pavilion and Xiao Han from Xiao Xiang Pavilion! Please take your places on the stage!"
Just as the emcee shouted the word " get in position ", two figures below the stage jumped up to the high platform almost at the same time.
Xiao Han? When Ye Jianli heard this name, a strange smile appeared on his face. This swordsman who had gone to Happy Red Courtyard in high spirits last night but returned in disappointment…
In Ye Jianli's deep thoughts, in the cheers of the crowd below the stage, in the gazes of those people sitting on the chairs in front of the city gate; The two direct disciples of Purple Sword Pavilion and Xiao Xiang Pavilion were already standing on the square platform, sizing each other up.
Both of them were wearing tight-fitting warrior attire. Similarly, both of them used swords. Purple Sword Pavilion and Xiao Xiang Pavilion were sects that had risen in recent decades. Although their strength was nothing in the eyes of those century-old sects, they had to admit: In the past, the founder of these two sects, who was also the current leader of these two sects, was indeed one of the best in the Central Plains!
It was late autumn, and the wind loved to blow. There should be birds flying everywhere, right? But in the sky above this platform, not even a single white cloud could be seen, let alone a bird. Huang Bai cupped his fists at Xiao Han and said,"I'm Huang Bai, the successor of the Purple Sword Pavilion. I'm here to experience your esteemed sect's ultimate swordsmanship!”After saying that, Huang Bai had already taken half a step forward with his right foot, his eyes full of enthusiasm. As a sword fanatic, Xiao Han's eyes were filled with admiration for the sword. Not only did he admire his own swordsmanship, but he also treated his sword like his lover. After he finished practicing his swordsmanship, one of the things he had to do was to gently wipe the sword with a brocade. He liked to have a clean and flawless sword after stabbing into the enemy's body...
The wind blew a strand of hair by Xiao Han's ear. Xiao Han stroked his hair and said slowly,"Xiao Han also admires your sect's swordsmanship. I only hope that after this, I can have an in-depth spar with Brother Huang!”After saying that, the sword in his left hand made a clang. Xiao Han had already drawn the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Yellow-White.
Huang and Bai had also drawn their swords, and the tip of their swords had stabbed down at the same time!”Ye Jianli did not answer the question. Nangong Changfeng was slightly stunned. Lin Qing's expression did not change as he looked at the two figures on the square platform with a solemn expression. Dongfang Xian 'er's head was lowered, but her pricked up ears showed that she was listening carefully. The other elders who were of higher seniority revealed gentle smiles at Ye Jianli. In front of him, if one could measure carefully, the tip of the sword was pointing at Xiao Han's feet.
Finally, a bird appeared in the sky above the square platform. However, it was restrained by the invisible aura between Huang Xiao and the other party. With a " dong " sound, it landed on the wooden board. At the same time, the two of them quickly moved forward. In an instant, their swords had already crossed.
The clang of the swords slowly spread out from the two of them. Nangong Changfeng took a sip of tea and smiled."Brother Ye, who do you think has a greater chance of winning?”
"What a pity for that bird, it shouldn't have died.
Ye Jianli was right, there were only injured or dead tigers on the battlefield, there were absolutely no unharmed people. At this moment, the battle between Huang Bai and Xiao Han had reached its climax.
Huang Bai and Xiao Han were almost on the same level in swordsmanship. The contest between the two had little to do with swordsmanship. Therefore, if one of them wanted to win over the other, they had to start from other aspects.
Xiao Xiang Pavilion's swordsmanship relied on speed. The so-called " all defenses can only be broken by a fast sword " was the essence of Xiao Xiang Pavilion's swordsmanship. On the other hand, Purple Sword Pavilion's swordsmanship relied on stability. No matter how fast Xiao Han's attacks were, Huang and Bai could break them one by one. If they couldn't break them or couldn't break them in time, they would retreat. However, how big was the square platform? It was only a few hundred feet. In just a few breaths, Huang Bai had been forced back to the edge of the square platform. Where else could he retreat to? This was the question in the audience, and also in Xiao Han's heart. He had used up a lot of his energy to attack with his sword. Now that Huang Bai had been forced to the edge of the square platform, Xiao Han's attack became even more fierce.
Before Xiao Han could use the last move of the Xiao Xiang Sword Style, Xiao Xiang Sword Rain, the originally good situation of Xiao Han was suddenly reversed. Huang Bai, who had been attacking slowly but orderly, suddenly counterattacked quickly. His counterattacks were faster and fiercer than Xiao Han's.
Huang Bai, who was originally being suppressed, suddenly showed his strength and put Xiao Han, who had exhausted his stamina, at a disadvantage. It was an absolute disadvantage! Originally, Huang Bai had been pushed to the edge of the square platform, but now, Xiao Han had been pushed to the edge of the square platform.
Just as Xiao Han was about to be forced off the stage, Huang Bai withdrew his sword and returned to the center of the square stage. The tip of his sword hung low as he slowly said,""Your heart isn't in the competition. Use your Xiaoxiang Pavilion's strongest technique! Otherwise, you wouldn't be my match!”
These words weren't loud, but they struck Xiao Han's heart firmly and powerfully. Xiao Han suppressed the surging blood in his chest. After a long time, Xiao Han found that his father was secretly making a gesture to him. Admit defeat!
Xiao Han didn't think he was no match for Huang Bai. He vaguely understood his father's intention, so he glanced at Huang Bai and said,"Brother Huang is indeed worthy of being called a sword fanatic. Brother Huang's swordsmanship has already reached the peak. I, Xiao Han, am not Brother Huang's match.”Although Xiao Han knew that his father must have his reasons for wanting him to do this, he still felt aggrieved.
Huang Bai was slightly startled, then he smiled and said,""Since that's the case, thank you for letting me win!"
Xiao Han didn't say anything else. He turned around and stomped his foot, returning to his sect's camp in an instant. There was no resentment in his eyes, only clarity. Because he understood his father's intentions…
Since Xiao Han had admitted defeat, the winner was Huang and Bai. The audience immediately began to congratulate him. Following the emcee's announcement, Huang Bai cupped his fists and slowly returned to the Purple Sword Pavilion's camp. From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word. Only his tightly furrowed brows showed that Huang Bai was troubled. What bothered him was why Xiao Han had suddenly admitted defeat. He did not use his full strength! But why did he do that?
Just as Huang and Bai were thinking, the second match began. It was Shaolin versus Qingyi Sect.
The person sent by Shaolin was the eldest senior brother of the younger generation of Shaolin's disciples with the word wisdom. Qingyi Sect also sent the number one expert in the sect, Li Xuehua. Qingyi Sect's signature martial arts technique was the pair of palms. Shaolin's Wisdom entered Shaolin at the age of three and became the youngest inner disciple at the age of seven. At the age of fifteen, he could already defeat Shaolin's Bronze Walls, Iron Arms, and Wooden Golem Alley. At this time, Wisdom was only in his thirties. However, the outcome of this match seemed to be without suspense. The only thing worth seeing was that Li Xuehua of Qingyi Sect could survive a few rounds under the attack of Wisdom...
This was indeed a little too cruel, but this could only be blamed on the Qingyi Sect's bad luck.
Shaolin's Wisdom was a monk, so he naturally wouldn't make the first move. Li Xuehua certainly understood this, so he didn't argue with Wisdom. He just used his best Red Sand Palm as soon as he came out. When the Red Sand Palm was used, Wisdom felt that the sky was filled with red palm shadows. These tens of thousands of palm shadows were both real and fake. It was impossible to grasp which was real and which was fake...
Of course, this wasn't a problem for Wisdom. Wisdom looked calmly at the numerous palm shadows, but Wisdom closed his eyes. Close your eyes? He wanted to use the wind to defeat his opponent? Ye Jianli slowly thought to himself, but his starry eyes were fixed on Zhi Hui without blinking. To be able to defeat Shaolin's Wooden Figurine Alley at the age of fifteen, if this palm shadow wanted to stump Zhi Hui…it was very difficult!
Although Wisdom closed his eyes, his ears would twitch every few breaths. Soon, the palm shadow covered Wisdom. Wisdom's ears seemed to have become eyes. Wisdom raised his hand and struck.
With a " pa " sound, the two palms met. Wisdom was not shaken, but Li Xuehua was shaken by this palm and retreated seven steps. Li Xuehua was stunned. He was not stunned that this palm could be blocked by Zhihui. His full-powered palm strike just now had only forced him back, but his wisdom had not moved at all. This was an unspeakable pain and sorrow. This kind of pain and sorrow could only be kept in Li Xuehua's heart. No one else would know about it in this life.
Although he had suffered a blow, Li Xuehua was not someone who could not take it. Although he was the eldest senior brother, he knew clearly: In this battle, the position of the alliance leader had already floated past his eyes. Li Xuehua naturally had his merits for being able to become the Eldest Senior Brother, and now, his merits had already been reflected to the extreme. Seeing Zhi Hui just put his hands together and look at him indifferently, Li Xuehua already knew: He would definitely lose this battle. Since they were bound to lose, why did they still fight? This was something that only those stubborn people would do, and he, Li Xuehua, was definitely not a stubborn person who could become the eldest senior brother of a sect. Therefore, Li Xuehua twisted his neck and said,""Shaolin's ultimate techniques are indeed profound. Learning flowers is really showing off in front of an expert! Xue Hua admits defeat!"
With the departure of Li Xuehua and the victory of wisdom, the next round of the competition was about to begin....
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