Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

When the first rays of sunlight in the early morning broke through the shackles of the earth and shone on the desert, the soldiers of the two countries had already arranged themselves into battle formations and the atmosphere became tense.

Lu Hao stood on a huge rock and looked at the Qingchuan Empire in front of him. In the distance was a magnificent ancient city, covered with sword, axe and arrow holes. It seemed that wars often broke out between the two countries.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the Qingchuan Empire. Soldiers opened a passage and a bearded man riding a lion-tiger beast slowly appeared, followed by a large group of monks dressed in various costumes.

"Xuanfeng, your Haoyue Empire has lost three competitions last time and lost thirty cities to our Qingchuan Empire. How about we compete in eight more games this time? It still follows the old rule that you lose ten cities for every loss." The bearded man laughed. He was the emperor of the Qingchuan Empire, named Qing Canghai.

Only then did Lu Hao know that the emperor of the Haoyue Empire was named Xuanfeng, and the princess's name should be Xuan Qingxian.

"Last time you were able to defeat us was just good luck. This time I want to see if you can still be so lucky!" The soldiers of Haoyue Empire also opened a passage. A chariot slowly appeared. Through the curtain, a hazy figure appeared inside. This person was none other than Emperor Xuanfeng of Haoyue Empire.

"I heard that you were seriously ill and about to die. I wonder if it's true!" Qing Canghai burst into laughter when he saw the other party sitting in the dragon chariot and not showing up.

At the same time, it can be clearly felt that the morale of the soldiers on the Haoyue Empire side has dropped a lot. They have also heard similar rumors.

"Stop spreading rumors and misleading the people here. I just feel unwell!" The emperor of Haoyue Empire stepped down from the sedan chair. Although he was old, he walked like a dragon and a tiger, with great majesty.

"Our emperor is mighty! Our emperor is domineering!" Seeing the emperor appear in person, the morale of all the people in the Haoyue Empire was high and they shouted in unison.

"Hehe, it's good that he didn't die, otherwise I would be too lonely without an opponent!" Qing Canghai smiled slightly on the surface, but he was a little confused in his heart. The news he received was that the other party was almost dying and had been relying on drugs to survive. When he saw him today, he didn't show any signs of illness. It seemed that the information was wrong.

"The rules of the competition remain the same. If there are no problems, let's start the competition!" Qing Canghai waved his hand and laughed.

All participants have been informed of the competition rules in advance. Each time, each side will send one person to compete. It will be a one-on-one duel. The winner can continue to fight. At the same time, the cultivation level is limited to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Yes!" The emperor of Haoyue Empire nodded slightly.

"Both sides, monks, prepare to go on stage!" At this time, a middle-aged man came up. He was the referee of this competition.

The Qingchuan Empire first sent out a handsome young man with a long sword on his back. Judging from the aura he exuded, he was actually a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the Jindan stage. This cultivator was named Yang Jian. After he came on the stage, he seemed very silent and just kept his eyes on the sword he drew. It was obvious that he was a powerful sword cultivator.

The one who appeared from the Haoyue Empire was a cultivator who had reached the perfection of the Golden Core Stage. He was also a powerful swordsman named Zhang Yun.

"The competition officially begins!" the referee gave the order and then retreated to a relatively safe position.

"One Yang Sword Qi Slash!" Yang Jian roared, and the long sword burst out with a crisp sword sound, and then a sword shadow several tens of meters thick fell from the air, and the air was directly torn apart.

Zhang Yun is also a kendo master, and the long sword in his hand emits dazzling light to block.

The two men engaged in a fierce sword competition. The sword energy was everywhere in the field, and sharp sword lights shot out in all directions.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of long swords colliding with each other was endless. Yang Jian fought for hundreds of rounds in a row. In the end, his swordsmanship was more exquisite. After moving sideways two steps to avoid the opponent's attack, a thick sword energy burst out.

"Puff!" Zhang Yun vomited blood. His chest had been pierced. He was about to surrender, but Yang Jian was obviously a ruthless character. He didn't give him any chance and directly cut off the opponent's head with a sword.

Blood gushed out from Zhang Yun's neck like a fountain, dyeing the yellow sand on the ground red. A headless corpse fell heavily to the ground.

The first battle was won by Yang Jian of Qingchuan Empire.

"I originally thought that after the last crushing defeat, you, the Haoyue Empire, would have learned your lesson, but I didn't expect you to be as incompetent as before!" Qing Canghai laughed unscrupulously when he saw that his side had won the first game.

"The Qingchuan Empire is mighty, the Qingchuan Empire is domineering!" The soldiers of the Qingchuan Empire cheered, their voices resounding through the sky. In contrast, the soldiers of the Haoyue Empire all hung their heads in sickness. They also felt ashamed. They had suffered a crushing defeat last time, and they had thought it would be better this time, but they did not expect another crushing defeat.

The emperor and empress of the Haoyue Empire looked extremely unhappy, but they could do nothing about it. They could only hope that they could turn the tide in the next few competitions.

Yang Jian was still standing in the middle of the field, calm and composed, his hand stroking the blood-stained sword, a glint of blood in his eyes.

The second competition continued, and the Haoyue Empire once again sent out a fat monk. After fighting for twenty rounds, he was beheaded by Yang Jian again.

"You guys are really no good, hahaha!" Qing Canghai unscrupulously mocked the Haoyue Empire in front of the two armies.

"The people coming on the field are such rubbish!" Even the soldiers of the Qingchuan Empire joined in the mockery, saying that the Haoyue Empire was completely useless.

Upon hearing this, the faces of all the soldiers of Haoyue Empire turned red, but they could only endure it in frustration.

In the third match, the Haoyue Empire was defeated again. The cultivator who took the field was ripped open by Yang Jian and died in a very miserable way. His head was cut off by a sword.

"Ugh!"

At this time, the emperor of the Haoyue Empire looked extremely ugly, and all the soldiers were so demoralized that they could not even raise their heads.

In contrast, everyone in the Qingchuan Empire looked arrogant and mocked the Haoyue Empire as a bunch of trash.

In the fourth match, the Haoyue Empire was defeated again, but this time they managed to hold on for hundreds of rounds.

Yang Jian alone had killed four masters of the Haoyue Empire in succession. This was really frustrating and uncomfortable. Moreover, he placed the four heads neatly on the field, which was extremely insulting.

"You guys are really no good!" Lu Hao frowned and couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he cursed loudly. He suddenly stood up and wanted to go into battle to turn the one-sided situation of the Haoyue Empire around.

After being scolded by Lu Hao, the remaining monks from the Haoyue Empire who participated in the competition were filled with shame. They were indeed too weak. Four of them were killed by the opponent in a row, but they did not cause any harm to the opponent.