The Immortal Taoist

"A sword is really a sword!"

"How is it possible? Wei Jun was really defeated by that kid?"

"The same is the peak of the true atmosphere, the gap is too big?"

Wei Junxi was on the ground, his mouth was bleeding, and his face was still full of incredible colors. Even if it is a pre-emptive warrior, it is absolutely not so fierce. It was just a sword, and even crushed his eight stone tablets, but it also hit him.

In other words, the previous sword of Lingdao is definitely a battlefield. The swordsmanship of Xuanwu Jianzong is strong in defense. Wei Jun is one of the best, and he is fully defensive and naturally strong.

But even so, Wei Jun is still on the ground with the dead dog. Not that he is not strong, but that Lingdao is too strong. Among the entire Xuanwu swords, among the disciples of the true atmosphere, the strongest is Wei Jun, but still not the enemy of Lingdao.

"Chu Tian Jian Zong Sheng! Xuanwu Jianzong, directly eliminated!"

The sound of Anshan Taiping rang in a timely manner, and the battle between Lingdao and Wei Jun was over. Xuanwu Jianzong, a five-time disciple of the true atmosphere, has been defeated. In the first match, Xuanwu Jianzong was defeated. Then the first round of the test, Xuanwu Jianzong directly bottomed out.

The Fighting Sword Conference is divided into three rounds. The first round, the comparison between the true disciples and disciples, only accounts for 20%. In other words, the first round is 20 points of victory, and the second and third rounds are forty points.

The first place in the first round is twenty victory points, the second is fifteen victory points, the third is ten victories, the fourth is five victories, and the fifth is zero victories. . Now Xuanwu Jianzong is directly at the bottom, that is, there is no victory point.

"Wu Zongzhu, it seems that the swordsmanship of your Xuanwu Jianzong disciples is not very good. Ling Dao is only fifteen years old, just a sword, it is the most outstanding disciple who can defeat you Xuanwu Jianzong. Hey, I did not expect Xuanwu sword Zong actually fell into this way, but unfortunately!"

Lingdao Yijian defeated Wei Jun, and it was so beautiful. Even Duan Zhenghui is also very proud of laughing. Now Duan Zhenghui ridicules the sect of the Xuanwu Swordsman, and the sect of the Xuanwu Swordsmen has nothing to say.

A group of disciples and disciples are also happy. The cracked swordsman won the Xuanwu Jianzong, then, in the first round, the cracked swords are at least the top three. The next match is a matter between the other three forces, and has nothing to do with the Sword of Heaven.

"Brother, you are awesome!"

"Haha, the brothers and swords are high, I am not as good as myself!"

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan and others are changing their mouths. They are no longer called Ling Dao, but they are called brothers, reflecting their respect for Ling Dao. Although they are older, Lingdao is stronger than them. As the so-called masters are the teachers, Ling Dao is naturally qualified to be their brother.

"well done!"

Zhuang Xin’s brow is also stretched out, no matter what, at least the first round, they are the third worst. Lingdao shot, it is really extraordinary, those who are the true martial arts of the Xuanwu Jianzong, in front of him, it is like a three-year-old child.

Can do this step, Duan Zhenghui and Zhuang Xin are already very satisfied. As for the first, they never thought about it. After all, the Epee Gate and Anshan, but there are ten true-spirited disciples to participate in the test, the number of people has a great advantage.

............

"The second test is the Epee Gate and... Anshan!"

Even Anshan Taiping himself was stunned, and he did not expect his luck to be so bad. He wrote the epee gate on his left hand bamboo sign, and the right hand bamboo sign, which was written by Anshan. In other words, one of the Anshan and Epee gates will be the fourth in the first round.

"Without us?"

"Is luck so good?"

The disciples of Zhenwu Jianzong laughed, and they were ready to fail. Whether it is against the Epee Gate or Anshan, they are sure to lose. But now, they are in the air, which means that the worst swords can be ranked third.

"Zhong Xiong, I didn't expect it to be so early, your Epee Gate will confront my Anshan!"

Anshan Taiping smiled extremely brightly, but his heart was smashed. Anshan has absolute confidence in the other three forces. But on the epee gate, there is no chance of winning. There is no problem in the comparison between the martial artists and the Anshan Feihong. However, the children of Anshan, who are at the peak of the true atmosphere, are not extremely powerful.

"Haha, the battle between the juniors, let's see it!"

Zhong Tai Cang touched the chin of the chin, but there was a smile in his eyes. The Epee Gate not only has to win, but also wins beautifully. He did not intend to let the disciples of the Epeemen door one by one, but prepared to let Stuart directly play and defeat all Anshan children.

Situ De, 18 years old, is the peak of the true atmosphere, a black robes that fit together, and the heroism that sets him off. Among all the true martial arts in the Epee Gate, if Situ De said that he is the second, then no one dares to say that he is the first.

Even the other disciples of the Epee Gate did not know how strong Stuart was. When it was the turn of the Epee Gate and Anshan, Situde went directly to the sword. He looked at Anshan’s children with disdain and said coldly.

"To deal with ten of you, I am enough!"

Stuart’s words suddenly calmed down the field. He held a big sword in his hand, pointing at the ten true sons of Anshan’s true qi. He is not talking big, but really has this confidence.

"Hurricane, let me defeat you!"

Among the children of Anshan, he came out of a true martial artist. He did not say anything, it was holding a steel sword and attacked Situ De. Unfortunately, Stuart just took out a sword and flew him out.

Then, the second child of Anshan played, but the result was the same as before. Stuart simply defeated Anshan’s children with a sword. The power of Stuart is also in the eyes of everyone.

The third, fourth and fifth, all the way to the ninth, were defeated by Situ Dejian. The last son of Anshan, was scared by Stuart. He is indeed stronger than the other nine Anshan children, but unfortunately not much.

"Defeated!"

Just when the last Anshan child had just stepped onto the sword, Stuart violently threw his big sword out. As a swordsman, under normal circumstances, this will never be done, but Stuart has enough confidence.

The big sword seemed to be a sharp arrow, and at the fastest speed, spurred toward the last son of Anshan. He hurriedly fought against the sword, but unfortunately he couldn’t resist it. Even the man with his sword was flung out.

The entire Fighting Palace is quiet in an instant, and Stuart’s tyranny makes the people long-lost!