The top of Lishan Mountain. The disciples of Lishan Mountain came here one after another, and the number of people increased. Jiang Tai'a and Chu Zili walked to the center of the crowd, and Pei Jing stood not far behind them. The practitioners from various forces in Dali around them all watched the battle in front of them with interest. Especially Jiang Tai'a, this young man was trained by Lingxiao Pavilion as the future leader of swordsmanship, and he has unlimited potential. This time, it will be the first time for him to show his edge. And the opponent chosen by Lingxiao Pavilion for him is Lishan! The people of Lishan looked at the young man in front of them. They all knew that this young man from Dali Lingxiao Pavilion must have extraordinary swordsmanship. But even so, how could the disciples of Lishan be afraid? For a while, many people were eager to try, and saw a tall young man who took the lead and strode into the battlefield.
"Meng Ye." The disciples of Lishan looked at the young man. He was wrapped in a demon fur coat, had short hair, was about sixteen or seventeen years old, had a resolute face, and bronze skin. Many disciples recognized him. Meng Ye is said to be from the mountains. He grew up in the mountains since he was a child. He exudes a wild aura. When he was young, he fought with wild beasts. Later, he was taken to Lishan to practice. Among the young generation of disciples in Lishan, he is considered a leader. Meng Ye came to the battlefield. He was a head taller than Jiang Tai'a. He held a heavy sword in his hand. He saluted Jiang Tai'a and said, "Please teach me." Although he was not as good as Jiang Tai'a, he could not lose the demeanor of Lishan. "You are not worthy of being his opponent." Jiang Tai'a stood there quietly without responding. Chu Zili beside him took a few steps forward. The young man stared at Meng Ye with proud eyes and said, "The elders said that Lishan is the holy land of Dali swordsmanship. I come to learn the sword of Lishan." Meng Ye dragged the sword and ran towards Chu Zili suddenly. A strong force pressed towards Chu Zili. "Bang." Meng Ye leaped into the air, slashing down with a broad sword in his hand. The heavy sword had no edge and was extremely fierce. A strong sword force pressed on Chu Zili. The disciples of Lishan clenched their fists and looked at the battlefield. They could all feel the power of Meng Ye's sword attack. "Heavy sword." Chu Zili looked up at Meng Ye who was slashing down. The sword intent flowed on his gorgeous clothes. Seeing that the heavy sword was about to fall, he suddenly moved his body and slid sideways. "Bang..." There was a burst of sound, and the heavy sword slashed at the position where Chu Zili had just stood. The ground seemed to tremble. Meng Ye's attack missed, but the sword force did not weaken. He held the hilt of the heavy sword with both hands and swept it away. With a thousand-pound force, the air made a roaring sound, and it was done in one go. There was even a sword aura sweeping over, tearing everything apart. Chu Zili fell backwards, his whole body tilted, almost leaning against the ground, the heavy sword swept across him, he tapped his toes lightly, slid back gracefully, and escaped the attack range of the heavy sword. Meng Ye did not stop, he swung the heavy sword in his arm and flew forward, his momentum was like a rainbow, making the disciples of Lishan nervously watching this scene, this sword fell on the opponent, Chu Zili was afraid that he could not bear it. Chu Zili looked up at the figure who fell with the domineering sword force, the sword force pressed on his body, trying to block his retreat.
But this time, he did not avoid it. "Heavy swords are heavy." A ray of sword intent burst out, and Chu Zili's body suddenly shot up, like a beam of light. "Puchi..." The crowd saw blood flying in the air, and then saw Meng Ye's body flying backwards, and then lying on the ground, twitching. Blood kept flowing out of his throat. "Meng Ye." A figure rushed out and came to Meng Ye's side. It was his master. "Meng Ye..." The Lishan disciples who were familiar with him also exclaimed, and several of them rushed directly into the battlefield. Meng Ye covered his throat with both hands. "I have brought shame to Lishan..." He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. After a while, he died. "Meng Ye." Meng Ye's friends had tears in their eyes. Meng Ye grew up in the mountains. He was simple and honest. He didn't like to talk at ordinary times. He just practiced with all his heart. But if they encountered any problems, Meng Ye was willing to help, and even spent a lot of time to guide them in their practice. Meng Ye often said that when he grew up, he would go into the mountains and kill all the monsters in the mountains and make the mountains peaceful. "What a cruel boy." Meng Ye's master looked at Chu Zili angrily. This boy was young, but he was so cruel and killed people directly. There was no trace of guilt in Chu Zili's eyes. He said coldly, "When a sword cultivator attacks, he must do his best and leave no chance for the opponent. This is the sword way I believe in and also a respect for the opponent. Don't you sword cultivators from Lishan understand?" "Swords have no eyes. Since we are asking for swords, it is inevitable. This is Lishan." At this time, Wang Daoxuan, an old man from Lingxiao Pavilion, spoke. Master Meng Ye wanted to speak, but was stopped by an elder from Lishan. What the other party said was right. In the past thousand years of Lishan, there have been many great sword cultivators who came to Lishan to ask for swords, and their swords broke in Lishan. However, this time, the two young men came to Lishan to ask for swords. It was the first time in Lishan. Because they were young, they overlooked some things. Master Meng Ye took Meng Ye's body away, and the disciples of Lishan also looked at Chu Zili angrily. They had never had such emotions before. "Go on." Wang Daoxuan said. After this battle, the disciples of Lishan felt a killing atmosphere more clearly. Elder Lishan watched everything in front of him quietly and left the decision to the disciples of Lishan. After this catastrophe, the disciples of Lishan will go down the mountain. From now on, everything will depend on themselves. At this time, another figure walked out. This person was wearing a cloth, about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a thin sword in his hand, and there was a cold breath on the sword. "Yu Qiu, please teach me." He looked at Chu Zili in front of him, his eyes were calm and there was no ripples, and he had a bit of calmness. Sword cultivators should avoid being impatient. If the heart is disturbed, the sword will be disordered.
"Go ahead." Chu Zili stood proudly, looking down on everyone. "Buzz." Yu Qiu's body moved, and he went towards Jiang Tai'a like a gust of wind. There were afterimages behind him, and there were fluctuations of magic power around him. "Magic, just a small way." Chu Zili looked at the magic power surging in Yu Qiu's body, a cold light flashed, and the cold sword energy swept over, cutting out a beam of light. Like the previous battle, Chu Zili still dodged, as if he was observing the sword cultivated by the disciples of Lishan. Yu Qiu's sword moves were faster, like the wind, and the sword moved with the shadow. Chu Zili still dodged, and every time the sword energy passed in front of him, it seemed very thrilling, but Yu Qiu knew that the opponent was at ease, as if he had judged his sword moves in advance. Yu Qiu's sword was getting faster and faster, and the wind and rain were born with the sword. A storm of sword energy blew up on the battlefield, and even many Lishan disciples could not see Yu Qiu's sword clearly. There seemed to be flashes of lightning. In Yu Qiu's airtight attack, Chu Zili still did not fight back. It seemed that he was at a disadvantage, but Yu Qiu on the battlefield knew best that if he still couldn't take down the opponent, he would definitely be the loser. He saw the last duel. If Chu Zili fought back, he would not give him any chance. He would never underestimate a genius sword cultivator who dared to come to Lishan to ask for swords. Yu Qiu's sword wove a sword net for Jiang Tai'a. Suddenly, a strong sword force gathered, and a series of afterimages appeared at the same time. He followed the wind, and the dust on the ground swirled up, and he killed Chu Zili with the sword. At the same time, the sword light lit up at the center of Yu Qiu's eyebrows, lightning flashed, and the sword seed merged into the storm. The disciples of Lishan were all staring at the scene in front of them nervously. This sword would decide the winner. "Sword energy is like wind, resist it with force, and move with momentum." Chu Zili spoke loudly, and seeing that the sword was about to kill in front of him, suddenly, a strong sword intent broke out, and the terrifying sword force enveloped the battlefield. Yu Qiu's sword seemed to be hit by huge resistance and seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. "Sword intent." A thought appeared in his mind. This was Chu Zili's sword intent. Chu Zili raised his arm and pointed forward. In an instant, the surrounding sword energy moved with him, going upstream, and a terrifying sword force actually killed Yu Qiu against the trend. Chu Zili's finger landed on the sword seed that flew out from Yu Qiu's forehead. The sword energy clanged and flew back. The sword energy continued to move forward and engulfed Yu Qiu. The sword energy was raging, leaving countless blood marks on Yu Qiu's body in an instant. His body also flew back and fell to the ground. The sword seed flew back to his forehead. His energy was rapidly weakened and he was seriously injured. Chu Zili retracted his finger and did not continue to attack. Yu Qiu supported his body with his arms and looked at Chu Zili. He was actually unable to make Chu Zili use his sword. This made Yu Qiu understand that there was a huge gap between the two sides. Chu Zili just wanted to see his sword. And he was not even qualified to make Chu Zili use his full strength. Yu Qiu could see it clearly, and the elders of Lishan could naturally see it. The old man of Lingxiao Pavilion stood quietly behind, without any ripples, as if everything should be like this. Although Chu Zili was not as good as Jiang Tai'a, he was also a top genius in swordsmanship, otherwise he would not have brought him to Lishan to ask about swordsmanship. In his opinion, there are no more than five people in Lishan who can compete with Chu Zili.
As for Jiang Tai'a. Jiang Tai'a, a swordsman genius who only appears once in a century, chosen by Lingxiao Pavilion, has the opportunity to become the first swordsman in Dali in the future. He will have no rivals. Lishan swordsmanship has been prosperous for a thousand years. It is a holy place for swordsmanship. Many outstanding swordsmen have emerged from generation to generation, but now it is time for it to weaken. From then on, Lingxiao Pavilion is the only one in the world of swordsmanship.