On the ring, Hua Tingxue stood facing the wind. She no longer called her senior, and said with a smile: "Since you recognize me, will you go down by yourself, or shall I send you down?"

With a focused gaze, the third prince's subordinate raised the long sword in front of him and said, "I have heard that Mr. Tingxue's Aoxue swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and I would like to learn from it!"

"Have fun, then it will be as you wish," Hua Tingxue said with a chuckle.

It was obvious that this person was not a talkative person. As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped the toe of his right foot on the ground. The steel-hard ice beneath his feet shook. There were cracks in the crackling sound, and then there was a soft popping sound, and the ice broke.

Debris was blown up.

There had been so many fights in the arena before, and the damage caused each time was limited, but Hua Tingxue easily cracked the ice!

This is the strength of top masters. Even if their cultivation is limited, they can perform shocking methods just by their physical fitness and the skillful use of power.

When the ice shards were blown up, Hua Tingxue waved her snow-white sleeves, and the thousands of ice shards flew out. The sound of whizzing through the air was endless, and they were like bullets heading towards the black-clothed robe.

The masked man shot away.

Just by showing such a hand, he made countless people watching around him tremble with fear. Putting themselves in the perspective of the masked man in black, they were afraid that such an encounter would be pierced by those ice chips and turned into a sieve!

The masked man in black reacted instantly. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword across his body began to rotate at a high speed, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. There was a strong air flow in the buzzing sound, and it rotated at high speed.

The long sword formed a solid barrier in front of him.

Puff puff……

The ice shards shot out hit the long sword that was rotating at high speed, and either shattered or changed direction and flew everywhere. Each collision made a dull sound, and they continuously gathered together to make a sound.

Violent buzzing.

The ice chips that changed direction and flew across were scattered everywhere, making holes the size of bowls in the solid ice surface. Occasionally they were scattered among the crowd. Some people screamed and were pierced through the body on the spot. There were many such people!

Watching the battle and watching the fun, this is the first time people have paid the price.

The two people on the ring did not stop because of the surrounding situation. The previous methods were not even considered as tests. In the blink of an eye, they each made another move.

Hua Tingxue stepped forward, her figure erratic like snow falling in the wind, her movements were graceful and graceful, making people wonder. Even if her cultivation was limited, there were still afterimages of elegance under his movement.

The postures are different, some are like walking in a garden, some are like visiting mountains and rivers, and some are like enjoying snow on a snowy day...

Choking~!

The high-speed rotating scabbard in the left hand of the masked man in black did not stop spinning, but in the clear sound of the sword, he unsheathed the sword in his right hand. Under his swing, the cold long sword seemed to split into thousands of parts in an instant.

It flashes everywhere within a few meters of the surrounding area, bright and dazzling under the sun, like an endless sword net covering all directions, in response to the erratic figure of Hua Tingxue, who seems to be coming from all directions.

The countless people watching were dazzled and could not clearly see the movements of the two people on the stage. Many people were even dazzled and shed tears by the sunlight reflected from the rapidly flashing sword edge, and immediately looked away without daring to look further.

I marveled in my heart, is this a real master? Even if his cultivation is limited, his strength is still frightening. It doesn't seem to have much influence on them. I am afraid that I don't even know how to die in one encounter!

The masked man in black moved around in every square inch, the long sword danced, the sword blade whizzed, and the endless sword blades formed a dense network covering all directions.

In another situation, the scattered afterimages of Hua Tingxue suddenly disappeared, and people only heard a heart-shaking sound of swords, and a flash of piercing eyes, like the dazzling sunlight appearing in the snowy weather.

Disperse everything.

Then the wind stopped and the snow subsided.

The masked man in black froze his movements, and at some point a snow-white long sword was placed across his neck. The sword was very beautiful, all white, and the sword was covered with snowflake-like textures.

Facing the long sword hanging horizontally on his neck, the masked man in black slowly lowered the sword in his hand. His tone was a little lonely, and he said in a complicated tone: "As expected of Mr. Tingxue, Aoxue's swordsmanship is really good. I am willing to be inferior."

With that said, he returned the sword to its sheath, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the ring without hesitation.

When masters fight against each other, unless they are of equal strength, it will only take a moment to tell the difference.

The beautiful white long sword in Hua Tingxue's hand was wrapped in a sword flower and returned to the scabbard. He looked at the back of the masked man in black and left the stage and chuckled: "You are overthinking, I just used it."

It’s just a Dawn Sword Technique.”

Hearing this, the masked man in black made a move, nodded slightly and continued, feeling very bitter in his heart. Hua Tingxue's meaning was obvious. She was defeated without even being qualified to see his Aoxue swordsmanship.

There are talented people from generation to generation, but I am getting old after all. There are always talented people in the world. The world in the future belongs to young people.

With a faint smile, Hua Tingxue no longer looked at him, but turned her eyes to the surroundings and smiled: "It was not my intention to hurt anyone. I would like to apologize to those who were accidentally hurt just now, and please stay away from the ring to avoid appearing again.

Similar to the accidental injury before, who would be willing to come up and give me some advice next?"

His words were praised by many people. He couldn't be blamed for accidental injuries. However, he took the initiative to apologize and reminded everyone to stay away for safety and behave in a better way than Xie Yunlan did before.

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People felt comfortable, and those who had been accidentally injured took the initiative to say that they were not to blame, but that they were careless.

With the lessons learned from the past, those who were close to the arena kept away, but they were not far away from missing the next master showdown. Even the man in black who easily killed Xie Yunlan was defeated with one move. What kind of exciting competition will be next?

No one wants to miss this kind of duel between real masters, especially the competition that is still limited by cultivation. If you can learn a thing or two from it, it will be of infinite use.

Even Mr. Tingxue, who defeated the top ten masters below the mythical realm of the Dajiang Dynasty, came on stage. Almost 99% of the people present had no intention of going on stage. They were not qualified, so they went to die?

It's not that level, so don't embarrass yourself.

"Sir, this subordinate has neglected his duty, please punish me," the masked man in black said anxiously when he returned to the third prince.

The third prince wearing a mask waved his hands and said calmly: "What are you guilty of? Isn't this good? He immediately attracted people like Hua Tingxue. I think there are not many people who dare to come on stage. This saves a lot of trouble.

and time, step back”

"Thank you, sir." The masked man in black breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hands and stepped aside.

He raised his head to look at the sky, and then recalled the information sent by his subordinates before. The scope of the special rules had almost narrowed to the top of the mountain. The third prince's mind flashed, and he felt that it was almost time for him to take the stage.

Hua Tingxue is already one of the few masters in the world below the mythical realm. There may be similar people present, but there are definitely not more than three or five. After defeating him, it can be said that he has already held half of the Emperor Sword. As for there are other similar people.

Come on stage and send him off!

The third prince was not worried that he would be besieged after getting the Emperor's Sword. He had already arranged many back-up plans. Moreover, holding the Emperor's Sword was inherently good luck, so why should he be afraid?

At that time, if you go up and shout, you may be able to use half of the people present for your own use.

'Holding the Emperor's Sword is equivalent to the birth of the destined Emperor, and there should be a cloud of followers. If you want to come here, it is not only the sword-making ceremony of the Emperor's Sword, but also an opportunity for the Emperor to gain a team. You will see how to operate when the time comes.'

Many realizations came to his mind, and the third prince no longer wanted to wait any longer. His eldest brother was married to the Jin family and was supported by the Jin family's massive wealth. His second brother returned from the border last year with a great victory and gained fame through the relief society.

Although I have a master as my master, my master's level no longer cares about these small things, so I am at a disadvantage. But once I get the Emperor's Sword, they will all be far behind!

Caressing the unsheathed fierce sword beside him, the third prince slowly stood up. Seeing his actions, the other subordinates were shocked, knowing that their master was about to take action.

But at this time, someone stepped onto the ring faster than the third prince. When he saw that person, he stopped and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

The one who came on stage was Song Mingdao, who was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his appearance was not very outstanding. Even the weapon was an ordinary low-quality iron sword that could be bought for a few taels of silver.

But when he came on stage, no one dared to ignore him. He even attracted more attention than Mr. Tingxue on the stage!

Song Mingdao's reputation is much worse than that of Mr. Tingxue, but who can ignore his identity as the only living disciple of Burial Sword Mountain? Not to mention how powerful he is, just because of his identity, it is difficult for people not to go there.

I wonder if he is behind all this, what is his intention, and whether there is any unknown back-up plan...

The third prince has always been paying attention to Song Mingdao, and he values ​​him even more than everyone present. In the third prince's opinion, the only thing that can happen is Song Mingdao, who has the greatest chance of happening!

As Song Mingdao stepped forward, everyone on all sides of the arena subconsciously turned their heads and looked over. Only the cold wind was howling between heaven and earth.

Looking at Song Mingdao who was on stage, even Hua Tingxue put away her smile, held the sword in front of her and bowed seriously, saying: "I'm Hua Tingxue, please give me some advice."

"I don't want to take the advice seriously. Buried Sword Mountain, Song Mingdao, come here to ask for advice." Song Mingdao held his sword in front of him and said in return.

Nodding, Hua Tingxue said: "I have heard of you. You are the only living disciple of Buried Sword Mountain for hundreds of years. Buried Sword Mountain was once known as the burying of swords in the hands of swordsmen. I hope I can experience the past in the hands of my dear friend."

The supreme elegance of Buried Sword Mountain makes this trip worthwhile even if we are defeated."

"My dear friend, my words are serious, Aoxue's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and I also admire it with all my heart. It has nothing to do with the past, only the present. I hope you and I will live up to the swords in my hands." Song Mingdao stood up straight and nodded.

Smiling, Hua Tingxue slowly drew out his extremely beautiful snow-white sword and said, "This sword is famous for its reputation, please."

Guyan

He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. Song Ming gently pulled out the sword and said in a deep voice: "This sword has no name. I bought it from a small blacksmith shop for three taels of silver. I'm sorry!"

As soon as the words fell, the two people on the ring moved almost at the same time.

In an instant, Hua Tingxue's figure flashed, and her elegant and calm figure turned into afterimages wandering around the arena, making it difficult for people to tell which ones were real and which ones were fake. With his cultivation now reduced, he

Being able to perform such exquisite movements is simply astonishing.

Is this still a method that limits your cultivation?

However, what made people stare even more was Song Mingdao. His figure disappeared immediately, making people look down upon his trajectory. There was only a faint gray trajectory that was erratic, as if melting into the wind.

More than 90% of the people under the ring were dumbfounded. They couldn't even see their movements clearly. What else were they looking at? People looked at each other and looked at others with blank eyes. What they saw were still blank eyes.

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The third prince's eyes flashed, and there was a solemn look in his eyes. The two people on the stage were instantly regarded by him as his next strong rivals.

"What happened? Hua Tingxue's figure is graceful and calm, which can dazzle people. The other Song Mingdao can't be traced, and his cultivation is restricted. Their methods are simply appalling, especially when there is no movement at all.

,What kind of fuss is going on?" You Xiao looked at the ring blankly and murmured.

Yun Jing beside him didn't answer, most of his attention was focused on the ring, but he could see it clearly.

At this time, Song Mingdao and Hua Tingxue were already fighting in the ring. It was not as silent as people thought, just because they were too fast.

Yun Jing had to admit that Hua Tingxue's movements were so exquisite that he had never seen them before. His movements were elegant, calm and as fast as lightning. On the other hand, Song Mingdao was just purely fast, extremely fast, so fast that there was almost no trace left.

Looking for the place.
To be continued...