It is an incredible thing to build such a large martial arts field on such a steep mountain.

Especially the stone tablet more than ten meters high in the middle of the martial arts field is almost impossible for ordinary people to carry him to such a high mountain.

But it is different for warriors. The one that Shushan Sect lacks the least is warriors. Such a martial arts performance venue, as the facade of Shushan Sect, naturally cannot be careless.

The entire martial arts venue is very active and even if it accommodates thousands of people, it will not feel crowded.

On the edge of the martial arts field, many Shushan disciples wearing pure white robes and carrying long swords sat cross-legged on the ground.

The Shushan Sect is one of the famous towering sects in China. As the decisive battle field, the first thing they have to do is to ensure the smooth progress of the decisive battle.

After all, the warriors who came to watch the battle this time came from almost all regions of China, and no one could guarantee whether there would be any conflict.

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The edge of the martial arts field.

Xia Wanting was sweating heavily and her pretty cheeks were covered with rosy cheeks. She looked up and saw a huge stone tablet located in the center of the square.

"Shushan School."

Xia Wanting couldn't help but murmur, looking at the three big words, she began to feel majestic, but in just two or three seconds, her pretty face changed.

A cold and sharp aura suddenly appeared among these three big characters, as if these were not three big characters at all, but three peerless swords.

Even though Xia Wanting just looked at it, she couldn't help but tremble. She felt like she was about to be split. She quickly lowered her head, and the feeling finally disappeared.

Beside her, Gao Sheng's performance was almost exactly the same as hers. The sharp aura that rushed out of the three big words made him look at it for a few seconds and was frightened to the ground.

Ren Zhongping also had a shock on his face. Even with his peak internal cultivation, he felt a lot of pressure in the face of these three big words.

"I have heard that a generation of sword masters of the Shushan Sect left a stone tablet for the Shushan Sect before their death, which could be used to hone the sword intent. I didn't expect that in hundreds of years, the sword intent in this stone tablet was still so terrifying."

Before he arrived, he had learned about the humanities and history of some Shushan Schools and had some research on the stone tablets of the Shushan School.

Over the past few hundred years, the world has changed and the dynasty has changed, but the sword intent in this stone tablet still exists.

What kind of strength do you need to achieve this level?

Ren Tianxing looked at the huge stone tablet without expression and said, "A generation of sword masters was still one step away from Tianzong before his death, but relying on swordsmanship, he was able to fight with Tianzong with great strength. Among all the sword masters of Shushan Sect, only the previous sword masters. Jian Jinghong, who was named Shushan Sword Saint, could steadily suppress him. Although these three big words were left by the sword masters before his death, they infused his lifelong sword insights. In addition, all the sword masters of Shushan Sect have polished these three words many times over the years. Not to mention you, even if the sword master comes here, they may not be able to withstand the sword intent."

"The Sword Master of Shushan has not become the Tianzong yet. How powerful is the Shushan Sword Saint Jinghong?"

Ren Tianxing was shocked.

The sword master of Shushan can fight against Tianzong if he is in the Tianzong. Jian Jinghong has been in the realm of Tianzong for many years, and his current strength is simply unimaginable.

He thought for a while and said, "It is said that Xiao Yitian is just a young man. Jian Jinghong is so powerful. Doesn't it mean that Xiao Yitian will definitely be defeated?"

“This is not necessarily.”

Ren Tianxing shook his head: "Although I don't know whether the matter about Xiao Yitian or a boy is true or not, since he can kill Shen Wuye of the Ghost Gu Tianzong, his strength must not be underestimated. Although Jian Jinghong is superb in swordsmanship, if the two really fight, it is hard to say who loses and who wins."

Xia Wanting was in a fog while listening to the side. Ren Tianxing and Ren Zhongping were talking about things in the martial arts world. She had never even had contact with her, so how could she understand?

However, although he didn't understand, Xia Wanting didn't ask much, but looked around her beautiful eyes, and there was a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Just as Xia Wanting started to look around, after this period of rest, Gao Sheng finally recovered slowly. Seeing Xia Wanting looking around, he was also bored looking around.

But soon, he glared at the sight of a stone staircase leading up to the top opposite the huge martial arts field. The stone staircase was also carved with white jade.

Seeing the stone staircase, Gao Sheng shivered suddenly, and he had a shadow in his heart.

Fortunately, when he found that there were not many stone stairs, and it looked like there were only more than one hundred steps, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked along the stone stairs.

I saw that there was also a flat square on the top of the white jade staircase, but compared to this martial arts venue, the square looked much smaller.

There is a magnificent palace in the square, but Gao Sheng has no intention of paying attention to it at this time.

He just stared blankly at the opposite side of the hall, and saw that there was a huge bluestone sword there.

The big sword is as high as the palace, and the tip of the sword is inserted into the ground, but even if it is only half the sword body, it is more than ten meters high. There are three big characters engraved on the hilt of the big sword.

"Jinghong Sword!"

Almost as soon as Gao Sheng read these three words in a low voice, suddenly, in Gao Sheng's vision, the bluestone sword was twisted in vain. In the blink of an eye, the bluestone sword completely disappeared, and replaced by the bronze ancient sword that looked exactly the same as the bluestone sword, but was reduced countless times.

"Swoosh!"

The bronze ancient sword turned into a blue sword light, and it came to Gao Sheng in an instant and slashed at him with a sword.

Gao Sheng didn't even have a chance to react, and he could only see a flash of light, and his eyes turned blank.

"ah!"

The sharp shout suddenly echoed in the martial arts field, Gao Sheng hugged his head in horror,

His face was pale and there was no blood. His eyes were staring at the bluestone sword in the distance. It seemed as if he had seen something terrifying, and he sat down on the ground.

The sudden shout immediately made many people look at each other, especially those disciples of Shushan Sect, whose faces changed.

However, after they saw Gao Sheng's current state and the direction he saw with his eyes, the suspicion on his face immediately disappeared.

Even some people even sneered disdain after discovering that Gao Sheng had no cultivation at all.
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