The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Not many people in the stands could see the two men's moves clearly. Most of them were just watching for fun. Because, as of now, no one could force Hu Xingtong to fight for so long, so they all became interested.

With a crisp sound of "clang", two figures suddenly appeared on the stage, and then they retreated synchronously. For a moment, dust flew in the venue.

"It feels so good, this is the feeling of the body." The long-lost pleasure made Hu Xingtong excited. This feeling that only appeared in battle made Hu Xingtong unable to stop. She looked at Qing Shimo with strong interest in her eyes, curled her lips and smiled, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.

"What is real and what is fake, what is true and what is false? My way is the truth, and wherever the sword points, there is truth!" He murmured aloud following the sudden thought in his mind, and his voice echoed throughout the entire arena under the influence of his spiritual power.

For a moment, everyone including Qing Shimo only saw an illusory behemoth suddenly condensed behind Hu Xingtong, holding a huge sword in its hand, waving it in the air, and then suddenly falling down. Qing Shimo was shocked and immediately held the sword across his head, releasing the soft sword intent from the sword body.

"Ah—Hah—" Qing Shimo yelled loudly, his whole body was enveloped by the illusory sword energy, and his clothes were torn apart by the powerful sword energy.

At this moment, Hu Xingtong's figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and the Qing Huan Sword in his hand was inexplicably split into two. Qing Shimo looked closely and saw the shadow of a man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes holding the shadow of the Qing Huan Sword standing on the side of Qing Shimo. Following Hu Xingtong's movements, he stabbed towards Qing Shimo's body in unison.

Qing Shimo felt his scalp tingling, and his body instinctively moved. However, at the moment of the position change, Qing Shimo felt the hairs on his back stand up, and a sense of danger approached. He saw the dark blue figure suddenly flash behind him, waving the Qing Huan sword in his hand.

The spiritual sword energy scratched his skin, and Qing Shimo frowned. This unreal and real feeling made him feel pressured. Moreover, the man who appeared just now did not seem to be illusory. His aura was almost exactly the same as the one emitted from the Qing Huan Sword.

So, in this case, that man should be... the sword spirit!

Just as he was stunned, Hu Xingtong's figure moved again to behind Qing Shimo. This time, the man's figure was more three-dimensional, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome and elegant.

"Is that the sword spirit? When did Qing Huanjian get the sword spirit?" Someone in the stands asked this question, but it was mostly a recognition of Hu Xingtong's strength.

"That sword spirit is just a support. Look at Hu Xingtong, her aura has changed. Ever since she formed that phantom, she has gained a subtle aura."

"It's the sword intent. That's the sword intent that Hu Xingtong comprehended on the spot." A sword cultivator saw through it and explained kindly.

"Oh my god, he understood the sword intent on the spot. This guy has a unique talent for sword!" The man exclaimed, and everyone around him agreed.

On the ring, Hu Xingtong and Gu Xunzhou cooperated with each other tacitly. This battle was also the first time that Hu Xingtong summoned Gu Xunzhou to cooperate, but the tacit understanding between the two seemed to be innate. Gu Xunzhou could always know Hu Xingtong's next thoughts and actions at the first time and cooperate with him.

So, it became a situation of two people against one person, and Qing Shimo was at a disadvantage.

Qing Shimo, shocked but quickly adjusted, knew he couldn't afford to be careless at this point. Facing the dual attack of Hu Xingtong and Gu Xunzhou, he began to attempt to merge his sword intent with his surroundings, attempting to leverage the power of heaven and earth to reverse the situation.

The green sword light around Qing Shimo suddenly increased, as if resonating with the wind elements around him, forming a rotating sword energy storm that protected him firmly. At the same time, it also continued to spread around, trying to force Hu Xingtong and the sword spirit back.

Seeing this, Hu Xingtong's lips curled up into a smile. She sensed the change in Qing Shimo's sword intent, and while she admired it, she also realized that this was the perfect opportunity to test her newfound understanding of sword intent. She took a deep breath and exchanged a glance with Gu Xunzhou. Without words, they understood each other.

"The sword's heart is clear, and my intention is the sword!" Hu Xingtong shouted softly, and spiritual power surged throughout her body. Her sword intention was no longer limited to the sword itself, but was integrated into every inch of space around her. Rays of flames shot out from the body of Qing Huan Sword, and continued to condense to turn Qing Huan Sword into a sword wrapped in flames.

Gu Xunzhou also moved with it. His sword shadow became more solid, and every time he swung his sword, it carried the power to shatter mountains and rivers. It complemented Hu Xingtong's fire sword, forming a pressure that was more powerful than mountains and rivers.

On the ring, sword flashes intertwined with the storm, and a roar filled the air. The battle between the two men and the spirit transcended a simple contest of martial arts and entered a contest of sword art. The audience in the stands watched with bated breath. This battle had far exceeded their expectations and became a highlight of this competition.

As time went on, Qing Shimo's storm gradually weakened, while Hu Xingtong and Gu Xunzhou's offensive became increasingly fierce. Qing Shimo knew that if he continued like this, defeat was inevitable. So he made a bold decision: he decided to trade injuries for injuries, risking everything for a chance of survival.

Qing Shimo's spiritual energy surged at this moment, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a streak of blue lightning, charging directly at Hu Xingtong and Gu Xunzhou. This strike, condensing all his strength and will, was his final struggle.

Hu Xingtong and Gu Xunzhou faced this sudden attack without flinching, choosing instead to confront it head-on. Hu Xingtong's sword intent and Gu Xunzhou's sword power reached unprecedented heights at this moment. Their combined power formed a flaming dragon-shaped sword beam, which collided with Qing Shimo's cyan lightning in mid-air, erupting in a dazzling radiance.

boom!

The massive energy surge shook the entire arena. When the light faded, Qing Shimo was half-kneeling on the ground, his face pale, clearly at the end of his strength. Hu Xingtong, though also slightly exhausted, held a gleam of triumph in his eyes. Looking at the Qing Huan Sword in his hand and Gu Xunzhou at his side, Hu Xingtong seemed to sense his own strength.

"Hu Xingtong of Fanyun Sect versus Qing Shimo of Yujian Sect, Fanyun Sect wins!"

Cheers suddenly rang out in the stadium. Hu Xingtong slowly walked towards Qing Shimo and reached out to pull him up.

The latter looked at him with a satisfied smile on his face. He placed his hand on the other's white and slender palm and stood up.

"Thank you."

Qing Shimo didn't understand what she was thanking him for, and replied frankly: "I admire your understanding, and I am also very lucky to have met an opponent like you. It should be my good fortune."

Hu Xingtong thought he was embarrassed and smiled softly, "There's another match between me and Fu Zhenzong in the second half of today. I'll show you my strength without a sword."

Hearing this, Qing Shimo's pupils widened slightly, as if he was a little surprised, but he also accepted it with pleasure and replied, "Let's wait and see."

……

On the high platform, Bai Chengyan looked at Tan Luo, who was secretly enjoying himself, and was very unhappy. He said, "Tsk, what's wrong with someone? Things like sword intent require people to find the feeling on the spot. If it weren't for the martial virtues of our disciples, your disciples would have lost by now, right?"

These words had a sour taste to them, but Tan Luo was in a good mood and didn't bother with him. He threw a piece of white crystal fragment to him and said, "Take this as a thank you gift and give it to that disciple."

Bai Chengyan then looked carefully and saw that it was a piece of gravel covered with sword marks. The sword intent on it was pure and cold, with a mountain breeze, and an ethereal and invisible feeling.

"Is this Senior Si's sword intent?" Bai Chengyan's voice was trembling. He was just jealous of this man's disciple for a moment, but he never expected to receive such a gift.

Tan Luo glanced at the man's useless look and rarely stabbed him: "Yes, consider it as a thank you gift from your disciple for giving Xing Tong some time. This is all, no more."

At this moment, Dan Yangzi was envious. Thinking that his disciple would have a contest with Tan Luo's disciple in the second half, and that he might be able to make some money, he shamelessly asked, "Old Tan, I'm saying that my disciple should be able to help Xing Tong. Why don't you give me something as well?"

Tan Luo glared at him and said angrily, "Then forget it. Your disciple is only destined to be abused. I'm telling you the truth, my disciple is a good weapon cultivator, and rune formations are just a secondary skill. Looking at this, do you still think your disciple has a chance?"

Upon hearing this, Dan Yangzi lost his confidence. Not to mention that Hu Xingtong was a sword cultivator, the "not bad" that Tan Luo mentioned must mean very good. A weapon cultivator must be very good, and his runes and formations must not be bad. But looking at Hu Xingtong's talent in sword cultivation, it can be known that this boy is extremely talented. Even without using a sword, he can easily break a formation master's formation.

However, Dan Yangzi was not going to give up and insisted, "I don't believe it. I'll know after I see it."

Bai Chengyan, who had tasted the true fragrance, felt that he would not cry until he saw the coffin, and did not remind everyone that everyone was looking forward to the battle between Hu Xingtong and Ming Zhiyan in the second half of today.