Chapter 7: On Sword Trial
The 100 disciples of Qianjianmen were tense and extremely nervous. It seemed that someone would be scared to shout when they touched them gently.
Chen Rufeng couldn't help laughing when he looked at those disciples standing straight one by one and looking at them like soldiers who were about to fight against the enemy. Naturally, he, who is an outsider, can't feel their state of mind at this moment.
However, Chen Rufeng always stared at Ze Yu and Ye Guhong. Another thing he noticed was Shen Xinyu, a female disciple who was known as one of the descendants of Qianjianmen. The woman carried a long sword, with bursts of heroic spirit on her face, and her eyes were full of confidence.
She couldn't take her eyes off the cold and quiet Ye Guhong opposite, with a hopeful smile.
"Both are the best among the descendants of Qianjianmen... Who can win?" Chen Rufeng began to guess in his heart. At this time, Ouyang Luoxi has announced that the first team will be put in place in the ring.
"In the melee of ten people, only one winner can advance to the next round. Such a rule is strange enough." Chen Rufeng looked at the ten disciples of Qianjianmen who had just taken power, and Ye Guhong was in this team.
Fortunately, Ye Guhong, Shen Xinyu and Ze Yu are all in different teams, otherwise I'm afraid there will be no good play in the future. Chen Rufeng thought to himself.
Ten disciples of Qianjianmen stood in a phalanx, and each of them pulled out their sword. At night, Guhong's bright moon sword was the most dazzling, as if there was a white light emanating from the sword.
"Guys, remember not to take too much action, just click and stop, so as not to accidentally hurt the same door!"
Ouyang Luoxi glanced at the ten children, jumped off the ring, floated a few times, went to the big drum, picked up a red cloth short stick, and knocked on the drum with full strength.
"Dong!"
"The trial begins!" As soon as Ouyang Luoxi's words fell, the sword was shining on the ring.
Except for Ye Guhong, the nine people unexpectedly launched an attack on Ye Guhong. They all know in their hearts that only by working together to eliminate this strong enemy can they avoid their worries.
Ye Guhong swept his cold eyes, and the moon sword rose, and the moon-like sword spirit swept away, as if it were white leather whips. It held the beam of strong sword light, making them unable to break through the sword barrier created by Ye Guhong.
"One person can block the attack of nine people. After saying goodbye that day, you have improved a lot." Chen Rufeng praised.
As the sword light became, Ye Guhong's sword spirit changed from thin to thick, becoming the size of a pillar. With the void of the Langyue sword, those sword spirits continued to be thrown out. Several disciples of Qianjianmen who were weak were shaken out of the ring with swords and lay on the ground moaning.
The remaining disciples were also sweating profusely. They tried their best to stabilize their trembling swords. No matter how they urged the true spirit, the sword light on their sword was never as bright as the light of Ye Guhong's sword spirit.
"This power gap is also too big... Or has his strength reached a very terrible stage?" Chen Rufeng looked at him and thought, even with his current strength, whether he can defeat him is unknown.
Xu Chengjun, who looked aside, kept nodding with satisfaction, smiling slightly, and was very satisfied with Ye Guhong's performance.
Seeing that those disciples were approaching the limit of their strength, Ye Guhong seemed to be too lazy to pester them more. Langyue's sword waved up, and the sword spirit smashed one after another, releasing the real strength accumulated in the area, turning into a circle of blue waves, bursting in the air, and the remaining disciples of Qianjianmen snorted miserably. He flew out of the ring like a leaf falling in the wind and fell to the ground.
Ye Guhong smiled and put the Langyue sword into the scabbard with his eyes closed.
There was not even time for a fragrance, and the joint attack of nine people was so easily broken by Ye Guhong.
Ouyang Luoxi looked at those disciples who were paralyzed on the ground, shook his head and sighed, hit the drum again, and announced loudly, "First scene, Ye Guhong, win!"
There were bursts of cheers in the field, and Shen Xinyu also cast a gentle look at Ye Guhong. But Ye Guhong closed his eyes and stood there silently, in a state of isolation.
"These people can't be his opponents at all, just for him to warm up." Chen Rufeng smiled secretly and looked at the gatekeepers of Qianjianmen under the stands again. "Now there are few descendants of Qianjianmen who can be his opponents, right?"
"Second Team!"
The second group of ten disciples stepped on the ring, and Chen Rufeng did not see many familiar people. After all, Qianjianmen did not have many people he knew.
The drums sounded again, and the ten-person scuffle was really dazzling. Unless there were some particularly outstanding gatekeepers present, it was no different from the street bullies Chen Rufeng saw in Ningzhou.
The shadow of the sword is chaotic, the sound of fighting one after another, and the sword spirit is cut off from each other, which is extremely chaotic. Those disciples of thousands of swordsmen have raised their body methods to the limit and constantly dodge those close sword spirit.
Soon, seven or eight disciples were thrown out of the ring and fell to the ground. There are only two fiercely fighting disciples of Qianjianmen in the ring.
Both of them have been exhausted, but they will not give up. The speed of the sword is really like a snail. It depends on who will fall down.
One of the disciples gritted his teeth, squatted down, swept out of his legs, and swept the other party to the ground unexpectedly. The swept disciple fell on the stage, moved, shouted bitterly, and passed out on the spot.
"Winner..."
Chen Rufeng is no longer in the mood to watch it. This kind of melee trial is really boring. Unless you are really amazing, you really have to win among these ten people and advance to the next round of the battle.
After looking at the four or five teams in a row, he saw Ze Yu standing in the ring, and Chen Rufeng raised his spirit.
However, this team is not only Zeyu, but also Yanyan, who was previously inseparable from Zeyu. From time to time, he secretly glanced at Zeyu, but Zeyu did not return his gaze.
"Strange, does Ze Yu want to keep approaching Ye Guhong? Why are there so many similarities in the temperament emitted by the two of them? When Chen Rufeng was doubtful, the drum beat again, and the fierce battle in the field began again.
Zeyu and Yanyan both resisted their swords. The sword body shined with sword light, and layers of sword spirit stood in front of them. Both of them used the same strategy: let you fight for half to death, and we will leave enough strength and wait for the opportunity to make a move.
From time to time, several disciples attacked, but Zeyu's defense was as solid as a rock. Those weak swords could not break their defenses at all, and could only cut out faint air marks on the barrier built by swordsmanship.
Seeing that the time came, the disciples were panting. Ze Yu crossed with a sword and put away the sword gas barrier, which was the same as Yan Yanyan's action. The two flew into mid-air, and the sword in their hands was sharp. Those disciples couldn't resist at all and flew out of the ring with a few a few sounds.
The sharp edges from the two swords collided with each other and broke into pieces. The two were shocked and stood at one end of the ring, looking at each other.
Now there are only two of them left in the ring, and the rest of the people have been crying under the stage, and even whether they can stand up or not has become a question.
"Young master..." Yan Yanyan looked at Zeyu and clenched the sword in his hand and did not attack immediately.
Zeyu put the sword in front of him, his eyes tightened, and shouted, "Come here. Don't keep your hand."
Chen Rufeng secretly glanced at Ze Kunyun sitting next to him. He was also nervous at this moment, and his palms were covered with sweat, staring at the situation in the ring with a little uneasiness.
Focused his attention on the ring again, but Ze Yu waved his sword as before, and the layers of sword spirit blocked him, forming a deep barrier. It seemed that Ze Yu did not intend to attack.
When Yanyan was still hesitating, Zeyu's face suddenly became cold and harsh, and he shouted at him, "Come on! Don't hesitate!"
"In this case..." Yan Yanyan slipped a drop of sweat on his forehead. He pointed his sword directly at Zeyu, kicked his feet and flew out.
"Star-picking swordsmanship!"
It was the swordsmanship he used when Chen Rufeng fought with Yan Yanyan that day. Chen Rufeng held his breath and looked at Yanyan's white light shining, with a little light around the sword body.
"Go! Yan Yanyan stabbed the sword forward into the void, and those star-like lights floated forward softly, turning into slender thorns and piercing into the sword spirit barrier laid by Zeyu.
Ze Yu's sword trembled, and the barrier was as turbulent as a water wave. Although these stars looked weak, the energy contained in them could not be underestimated.
Zeyu tightened his strength with one hand, and the light on the barrier shone again, directly covering the brilliance of those stars.
Yan Yanyan has been killed and raised the sword in his hand and split it with a sword. He was full of strength with this sword and had no intention of holding his hand. The stars kept hovering around the sword body, adding a little gorgeousness to it. When this sword fell, it was like a meteor in the air. Its momentum was amazing. I'm afraid it was a little difficult for Zeyu to put down this move.
Ze Kunyun on the stand clenched his fist, as if the person standing in the ring was like him.
Ze Yu bit his teeth and urged the true qi of his whole body to gather on the sword spirit barrier, inserting his sword into the barrier, which rose several times.
The sword drew up, and the barrier turned into a shield with Zeyu's sword, facing Yanyan's sword split.