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"How could Yu Yang lose? It's completely unreasonable." Jingtai Emperor shook his head and sighed, though the smile on his face couldn't be hidden: "Chu Long has actually become so formidable..." He said, looking at Empress Chu Ge with a faint smile.
"All are Your Majesty's Bloodline, so how can there be a distinction of high or low?" Empress Chu Ge narrowed her eyes, still with that affectionate gaze, but the curve of her lips seemed a bit cold. Jiang Chulong looked too much like that woman, especially when she held a sword. How did she do it? But then Empress Chu Ge's brows relaxed.
The imperial family didn't place much hope on Yu Yang anyway; Yu Yang was only there to go through the motions. The main event was still Jiang Yu.
"I wonder what will happen when Jiang Chulong meets Yu'er, Your Majesty... what do you think?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it was just clear enough for those nearby to hear.
"You dare?" Jingtai Emperor turned his head, a bright, chilling glint in his eyes.
"Isn't Your Majesty most skilled at turning a blind eye?" Empress Chu Ge smiled, feigning grievance: "Why can't you turn a blind eye to your concubine as well?"
...At Tianshan Sword Manor.
"What powerful Sword Intent!"
"What kind of sword technique is that?"
"It seems to have the shadow of our Tianshan Sword Manor, but more of it is her own creation."
"That little girl looks familiar; have I seen her somewhere before?" freēwēbnovel.com
"So similar... too similar..." Several disciples of Tianshan Sword Manor had shining eyes.
"If we were in the same Realm, I'm afraid I wouldn't be as good as her." Xie Xuan shook his head, but showed no sign of dejection. After all, that was Junior Martial Uncle Shi's daughter; it was only normal for her Sword Dao talent to surpass his. Moreover, Jiang Chulong's Realm was still low, and the pressure she gave him was far less than Ying Bing. He hoped not to meet her too early... Xie Xuan looked up at the jiangshan sheji map and indeed found Ying Bing's name.
【Ying Bing vs. Jiang Chengling】 He silently breathed a sigh of relief. The spar in front of Buyun Tower last time was still fresh in his memory. Who would he fight in his first match? Looking down, Xie Xuan suddenly froze.
【Xie Xuan vs. Li Mo】 ...The host took the stage at this moment. It was still the Purple-Robed Eunuch who had hosted the Casting Assembly, but this time he wasn't alone. Beside him were Du Wufeng and Xie Yiding, two powerful judges from Tianshan Sword Manor. It all seemed very professional. They were like commentators, discussing the matches of each Dragon of Hidden Potential and their chances of winning.
"An upset! Jiang Chulong actually defeated Jiang Yu Yang in one move! What an astonishing sword!" The Purple-Robed Eunuch held a conch that amplified his voice: "However, the later matches should be even more exciting. What do the two Seniors think?"
"There's nothing to say about Ying Bing versus Jiang Chengling. Her martial arts attainment is so profound even this old man finds it unfathomable. As fellow Guan Shen Eight Apertures practitioners, this old man can't imagine anyone who could defeat her." Du Wufeng shook his head.
"What does Senior Xie think... Senior Xie?" The Purple-Robed Eunuch noticed that Xie Yiding was still staring at Jiang Chulong in a daze. Just a three-tenths resemblance was enough to leave the sect master of this Sword Dao Holy Land unable to compose himself for a long time.
"Manor Lord, your headscarf fell off." Du Wufeng said calmly. ƒreewebɳovel.com
"Hmm?" Xie Yiding suddenly snapped back, touched the headscarf on his head, and then looked at Old Du with displeasure.
"Manor Lord, everyone is waiting for your comments." "Hmm, this child Jiang Chengling... never mind, there's nothing good to say about him. He doesn't even have the qualifications to make Han Xianzi serious, so a long speech is pointless." Xie Yiding directly decided the outcome of this match.
"What about the Young Manor Lord and God Hammer Little Overlord?" the Purple-Robed Eunuch asked again.
"In my opinion, Li Mo's chances of winning are slim, of course, I'm talking about if he doesn't use a hammer." "Why do you say that?" the Purple-Robed Eunuch pressed.
Xie Yiding shook his head: "First, Li Mo is a Guan Shen Seven Apertures, so he suffers a great disadvantage in Realm. Moreover, while God Hammer Little Overlord's talent in Sword Dao is decent enough to enter my Sword Manor, it's ultimately not astonishing. His craftsmanship is too heavy... no, it's all craftsmanship, without any spirituality." To give an analogy, if he were a painter, Li Mo would spend his entire life only copying. However, no matter how good the copy, it's not his own work. His future endpoint isn't an art Great Master, but a fake painting expert. If someone provided him with acid-free paper and color-shifting ink... *cough*, this is just an analogy. Simply put, Li Mo's sword is dead; no matter how much it resembles others, it's still dead.
"In terms of weaponry, the Celestial Human Divine Sword is not weaker than the Ancestral Master's treasured sword, but Li Mo probably cannot unleash its true power, while Xie Xuan has been with the Ancestral Master's treasured sword day and night." Du Wufeng thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Xiao Li's chances of winning are indeed not great." The common people and spectators present, naturally mostly laymen, also understood this obvious meaning. All in all, the advantage was with Xie Xuan.
"God Hammer Little Overlord versus Xie Xuan, we are about to witness the first contest between divine weapons." "Xie Xuan is on stage, why is Li Mo standing still?" "It looks like Han Xianzi's side is almost over..." ...Jiang Yu took a sip of tea. He had thought Jiang Chengling could test Ying Bing's methods. He never expected him to lose so quickly. How long had it been since someone of his generation made him feel a sense of crisis? Emotional fluctuations are truly a good thing, even if it's crisis, anger, and... fear. On stage, Xie Xuan held a wooden sword in his hand, looking down with a slight doubt. "Brother Li, what is this?" "Wait a little longer, just for a moment." Li Mo shook his head, showing no signs of nervousness, his gaze not on Xie Xuan at all.
"Waiting for what?" Xie Xuan was completely bewildered. Then, he heard a shout from the adjacent arena: "Han Xianzi wins!" Ying Bing, who had just stepped onto the stage, came down again in less than a minute. She walked down coolly and calmly, still carrying the Aura from having cut down Jiang Chengling's weapon with a single sword. It was as if, compared to royalty and nobility, she was the truly ineffably noble, with an inviolable majesty. Walking in front of Li Mo, she tilted her head: "Why aren't you going up yet?" "Waiting to charge." "..." Ying Bing noticed many eyes around them watching, and her expression quickly turned aloof, her fingertips involuntarily curling. But she still wrapped her arms around Li Mo's waist, holding him quite tightly. "Go get 'em..." "Mm, I'll definitely make it into the ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ top three!" As everyone knew, the stronger the Qi Tian Dou Zhan Intent's fighting spirit, the stronger its combat power. Xiao Li's fighting spirit instantly soared.
“???”, “What are you doing, Li Mo? What are you doing?”, “You're supposed to fight Xie Xuan, why are you fighting us?” Amidst the uproar of the entire venue, Li Mo ascended the high platform. Xie Xuan was in a state of tingling scalp, feeling as if he had already lost before even fighting. After thinking about it, Xiao Li still didn't say the phrase 'she doesn't love you at all'; Old Xie was a good person, it wasn't necessary. And he wanted to win fairly with a sword, for his dream, so he wouldn't use the Fighting King Profound Meaning for now. "A hall of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, a single sword's light chills fourteen prefectures!" "Sword, come!" The Celestial Human Divine Sword flew back from below the stage into his hand. If it had an expression, it would probably be quite speechless right now. Little Li Swordsman's posture was graceful and dignified: "Brother Xie, please!"
"How perfectly rhymed..." Xie Xuan murmured to himself. Why did he feel like he was more of a peerless swordsman than himself? It just, inexplicably, made the pressure build up, making it seem like he had come to ask for guidance. No, you're a hammer wielder! How can your sword's light chill fourteen prefectures, I ask?!
