However, not long after, there were loud shouts on the court, and only a group of inner sect disciples looked embarrassed. Today was the day for them to show their charm, but they didn't want to be snatched away by Lu Qing, a new boy. Especially a few figures, Lu Qing stood on the sword platform and vaguely felt a few bad gazes. Among them, there were Taiyun and Gong Yang Yu, especially Gong Yang Yu. In addition to the deep dissatisfaction on his face, there was also an incredible feeling in his eyes. He could not believe that Lu Qing had made such a big breakthrough in just half a year.

There were a few people Lu Qing didn't know, but seeing the vague gathering of disciples from both sides of the inner sects where they stood, it was obvious that they had a considerable force in it.

Looking at the second row that was about to move forward, Duan Qingyun was waving his fists at him with a grin, while Yu Jihua in front of him was also smiling, while Zhao Qianye was still expressionless, but Nie Qingtian on the side smiled evilly and put his shoulder on his shoulder.

Lu Qing turned his head and looked at Changmei. He saw that he had carved it on the white jade board with a jade knife for several times, and then looked up at Lu Qing and said, "According to the rules of previous years, winners of a round of challenges can continue to challenge or accumulate the number of times. At the same time, they can choose their opponents at the same level. Once they win, they will take over the rankings, and if they lose, they will remain unchanged."

After hearing the old man's words, Lu Qing lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said, "Who is the highest ranking fellow practitioner with me?"

A glimmer of clarity appeared on his face, he lowered his head to check the rankings on the jade board, and replied with a long eyebrows: "The highest one is Zhuo Bufan, ranks 26th, and the swordsman is at the peak of the small heavenly rank."

"Sir Zhuo also ask for advice!" Lianxin Jian pointed at the ground obliquely, and Lu Qing shouted loudly. Since he was here today, he would have to fight well. The fighting spirit in Lu Qing's eyes rose up in a flash, and his aura became more and more powerful, arousing his clothes flying.

There was another uproar in the field. Looking at Lu Qing who was surging with his single sword on the sword stage, many people suddenly had the feeling that no matter what the boy wanted to do, he would definitely succeed.

Among the disciples of the inner sect, a young man in his twenties jumped up and landed steadily on the sword platform. The black iron sword under his feet only trembled slightly. It can be seen that his control of strength is not inferior to Lu Qing, and Shu Yu, who was defeated, was not discouraged. He just clenched his fists at Lu Qing in admiration and jumped off the stage.

Looking at Lu Qing who was thriving on the opposite side, Zhuo Bufan was filled with uneasiness for some reason. He didn't know that even though he was talented, he had only recently broken through. He must be less skillful in controlling Jianyuan than me, and his realm was still unstable. As long as I try to stabilize, will he still lose at the peak of the Little Heavenly Status, which I am about to break through? I silently gave myself confidence in my heart.

Pulling out his Ziyun Sword, Zhuo Bufan also had a sharp aura, without hiding his hand. The purple sword body was instantly covered with purple sunrise sword energy, and the three-inch sword energy that penetrated the tip of the sword pointed towards Lu Qing.

The sword weapon mixed with the purple copper essence is almost the fifth grade. Lu Qing looked at the purple wide-blade long sword in the other party's hand and estimated that he looked at the current Xinli in his hand. The dark blue sword was shining coldly, and it weighed almost a hundred kilograms in his hand. After Huang Lao's recast and added the black iron, Xinli reached the sixth grade in one fell swoop. With his increasing physical strength in the moon lake, the Xinli, which has now increased to more than a hundred kilograms, is the most advantageous.

The divine consciousness of the Divine Court's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to boil at this moment, and all the divine thoughts were concentrated on the refining heart in his hand. Lu Qing felt that the blood running on his body seemed to be burned by the blazing blue fire, and a huge force was hidden in his body.

I couldn't help but roaring to the sky, and the roaring sound was like thunder. At the same time, the Lianxin Sword burst out three inches of sword energy. The sword body squeezed out the air in front with a violent wind, and slashed at Zhuo Bufan with one hand.

Zhuo Bufan is obviously not comparable to Shu Yu before. His long accumulation at the Swordsman level brought incredible rich combat experience. The Thirteen Swords of the Rising Sun were unfolded immediately. Unlike Shu Yu, in addition to the last three tricks, Zhuo Bufan had been immersed in the Thirteen Swords of the Rising Sun for many years and had already understood the first nine styles. When he was used at this time, he seemed to have shone thousands of purple lights in the sky. No matter where Lu Qing's sword tip appeared, he could fight back from the gap in an instant.

Seeing that the pure power and cultivation did not work, Lu Qing changed his sword style and also used the Thirteen Swords of the Rising Sun. Within a month and a half of his retreat, Lu Qing had to integrate the first ten of the styles of the following three masters according to the experiences and his own swordsmanship. If it weren't for the tight time, Lu Qing would still try to understand the three ultimate tricks.

As soon as he was used, his mind suddenly entered the realm of lifting weight easily. Zhuo Bufan on the opposite side knew that something was wrong after taking a move. The sword styles on the opposite side were endless. The same set of Thirteen Swords of the Rising Sun felt much more familiar than himself. And every time the two swords intersected, a powerful force was transmitted to his shoulders, which made his shoulder bones numb.

This made Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but curse in his heart: How old is this kid, he actually has such great brute force. Could he be the savage bloodline in the wilderness mountains?

Feeling the gradually numb right arm, Zhuo Bufan slowly found that the trajectory of the other party's sword style was gradually blurring, and he was unable to grasp the trajectory of its running for a while, as if the power of each sword was increasing and his mind was consumed violently.

He lifts the heavy lifting! This is the realm of lifting the heavy lifting! Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan exclaimed in his heart that as an old disciple of the inner sect, he is already twenty-two years old this year. He has also experienced the realm of lifting the heavy lifting with his senior brothers on weekdays when he fights with his senior brothers above. The feeling of being suppressed so hard that he can only defend passively is really frustrating, but he has no choice but to do so.

Relying on brute force? His cultivation is just as good as Lu Qing. At most, he has entered it for a little longer and has no absolute strength at all.

In Lu Qing's hand, the Heart Refining Sword seemed to have rustled with crazy hurricanes, and the huge momentum locked on Zhuo Bufan's body. With the operation of the Soul Refining Skill, Lu Qing slowly sank into the realm of light lifting. Among the first ten stances of the Thirteen Swords of the Rising Sword, some of the poorly operated parts were constantly being completed in the fight with Zhuo Bufan. The purple light of the sword energy on the Heart Refining Sword was getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of the sword energy breaking through the air was constantly rising.

"This guy is so sensible-" In the stands, a middle-aged guardian with a slightly dark face couldn't help but exclaim. The other two guardians nodded one after another, and at the same time, they looked very envious. It seemed that they were very fond of Lu Qing's performance, but then they turned their eyes to several places among the disciples of the inner sect below the stage, and their eyebrows were locked deep.

Xuan Qing's expression, who was sitting in the first place, was still unchanged. The only difference was that his fingers tapped the handrail less and less, but each sound made the three guardians around him hear clearly.

The tenth style, the clouds clear and the fog dissipates!

On the sword platform, Lu Qing shouted loudly, and the momentum on his body instantly rose to the top, and a layer of sharp purple sword energy appeared all over his body. The Lianxin Sword drew a strange arc and reversed it twice. He raised it over his head. His body flipped for several consecutive times. His footsteps quickly passed on the hilt of the sword. The big sword fell down with a momentum that split the sky and the earth.

The outer disciples on the field were fascinated by the sight, especially some middle-aged people who had been lucky enough to build foundations and broke through the swordsman, staring at Lu Qing's every move, as if they were afraid that they would forget it if they were not paid attention. The battle situation at this time was already very obvious. Judging from Zhuo Bufan's hasty and nervous parry and Lu Qing's magnificent and fierce attack, the two were in a right way.

Among the inner sect disciples surrounded inside, most of the disciples in the back two rows looked at Lu Qing, who was imposing on the sword platform with admiration, as if they wanted to go up and replace him at this moment. However, in the first three, except for the top disciples in the first row, most of them looked solemn and carefully watched Lu Qing's movements. These people, including Duan Qingyun, were in the thirty to eleven, and their cultivation was at the swordsman level. Except for Duan Qingyun and the six above, the others still did not enter the swordsman artistic conception of lightweight swordsmanship, so if they were not careful in confronting Lu Qing later, they could even capsize.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan again, facing Lu Qing's sword at the peak of his aura, it was as if a shiny purple line of destruction had come from the air-breaking seal. His body felt cold from his eyebrows to his feet. He raised the sword and wanted to resist but could not grasp the trajectory of Lu Qing's weight. He wanted to escape but could not escape from Lu Qing's aura. He felt as if he was depressed, his eyes were silently closed, waiting for the end to come.

call--"

At the moment when everyone was almost in awe of screaming, Lu Qing's sword suddenly retracted before reaching Zhuo Bufan's eyebrows, and he only gently put his sword on his forehead and took a few steps back.

Looking down at the direction of the disciples of the inner sect below, an inexplicable blood was brewing in Lu Qing's heart. Not only did the momentum in his body not retreat because of the end of the battle, it became more and more fierce. All thoughts in his mind seemed to be burning, and almost everyone avoided it when they looked at it.

After winning twice, and then entering the mood of light weight this time, Lu Qing's momentum in this competition reached an unprecedented peak, You Ruotiancheng. (The climax is here, please recommend votes!)
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