I have nothing but luck

Everyone held their breath, only the sound of sharp blades piercing the air left on the stage, which made people's muscles and bones numb, and their eardrums hurt.

Xie Rongjiao drew the sword slowly, but drew it quickly, a ray of light pointed straight at the tip of the sword, rising straight from the ground.

"The Haoran sword is divided into three realms." Fang Linhe said.

He has become obsessed with sword practice, and he has painstakingly studied all the famous sword manuals in the world, among which the Haoran sword learned by the sage is naturally the most important.

All the Haoran sword manuals collected by Jianmen were almost smashed by him.

The disciples of Jianmen were really curious about the Haoran Sword, and they did not forget to listen while staring at the stage.

"It is extremely difficult to get started with the Haoran Sword. It is difficult to find a person who can enter the door among a hundred thousand sword cultivators. He can mobilize the surrounding Haoran Qi with the power of the sword. The Haoran Sword feeds back on the power of the sword, making the sword shine brightly. .”

"According to senior brother, is it the worst form of sword power to only shine light?" Pei Ming couldn't help asking, "But the sage also shines brightly when he strikes in the Northern Wilderness."

He still clearly remembers Jiang Jingxing's sword strike to this day, the fireworks set off by the new emperor of Zhou may not be as bright as his sword.

Fang Linhe glanced at him coldly.

When a sage draws out his sword, the three realms of the Haoran Sword are like a fingertip, so of course it should not be reduced to the same thing.

Pei Ming shut up obediently, and made a gesture to seal her mouth and never disturb Fang Linhe.

Fang Linhe went on to say: "The first sword that the Xie family's son made on the stage has reached the first level of the Haoran sword, from the imaginary to the real, mobilizing the spreading Haoran energy into a sword with a little bit of substance on the sword meaning."

It is strange to say that the fact that Xie's family changed to establish a son was known to all of Kyushu. People still love Xie Ronghua as Xie Shuai and Xie Rongjiao as the son.

The ray of light on the stage traveled to mid-air, and suddenly exploded, like a phoenix spreading its wings, and a crane fluttering its feathers.

Fang Linhe's eyes were rarely filled with admiration: "It seems that the Xie family's son's sword has been practiced to the second level, and Haoran's true meaning is still true and not empty when it changes from less to more."

What a swordsman.

He has a fighting spirit in his heart.

I don't know how Jiang Changlan will take this sword?Fang Linhe thought to himself, if he was himself, he would have to mobilize his whole body's cultivation, use the strongest sword move to confront Xie Rongjiao head-on, and then use his Hinayana cultivation to activate a sword with the second level of Haoran Sword.

Jiang Changlan has experienced hundreds of battles. He has encountered no matter how dangerous the situation was when he faced the desolate demon cultivator on the battlefield, and he never had a reason to be cowardly.

Of course it's head-to-head.

With a twist of his wrist, the sharp tip of the spear was entwined with thunder, and with a buzzing sound, his whole body flew out following the momentum of the mighty spear, facing the awe-inspiring sword energy.

He learns Leifa.

Lei is God's punishment.

The thunder on the gun was like a living thing, instantly blasting dozens of wisps of sword energy on the head, the speed was unbelievably fast, and it almost disappeared in the naked eye.

The spectators on the stage didn't have time to see the full picture of Lei Ting's ferociousness clearly, they only heard the sound of collision and explosion, the Thunder Sword Qi was completely shattered, turned into dust and scattered on the ground.

The first move is a close call.

"Jiang Changlan has accumulated a lot of money, and the shot he fired was unexpected. How can the eldest son of the Xie family fight him to a tie?"

"Where can the saint's only apprentice go? It's just the beginning, and the situation has changed. It's not clear who will win. Let's see."

The two of them were stopped by the wave of thunder sword energy exchange, and then they went straight forward without any hesitation.

With a flick of Jiang Changlan's gun tip, there was a sound of wind howling and thunder, pointing at twelve vital points on Xie Rongjiao's body.

His spiritual power is attached to the gun body and to the Thunderbolt. Once he is a little negligent in defense, he will be entangled by the Thunderbolt like a gangrene.

Xie Rongjiao didn't bother to pay attention to the thunderbolt that fell on his sleeves and clothes under the sweep of the gun, he swung the sword sideways and slashed straight with the sword.

"Aren't they two people who are unwilling to retreat even a single step?"

The moment the blade of his sword slashed across, the power of the sword was blazing, with thousands of lines of light and sharpness in the sky, wind, water, rain, dew, thunder and lightning, cutting everything.

Thousands of lines of light merged into one piece again, forming a sword of light, like tearing off a piece of nine-day neon and throwing it into the mortal world, it seems meaningless except to sting people's eyes.Only when you face it directly can you feel the terrifying coercion of the sword light.

It seems to be enough to cut Mount Tai and flatten the sea, and it is so overwhelming that people have no courage to draw their swords.

After all, they underestimated Xie Rongjiao, and underestimated the Haoran sword that the saint is famous for.

A student from the academy asked Shen Xi in a low voice: "It seems that the Xie family's son has won this round?"

Shen Xi shook his head: "There are still variables."

"Then how does Senior Brother Shen see this situation?"

Shen Xi was very frank, and thankfully said: "It's a good thing I didn't sign up for the martial arts competition." Otherwise, I would definitely be beaten badly.

Today is still Shen Xi who has no idea about his own strength.

Someone on the spectator platform showed a relaxed smile, thinking that the outcome of this round has been decided, and smiled to his companions: "The two of them have never held back since the beginning of the round, and the outcome was decided so quickly. Hey, why did it suddenly get dark?"

The variables in Shen Xi's mouth suddenly appeared.

The sky is getting darker, the clouds are gathering, and the wind is blowing. It seems that the sky has just been clear and the cloudless scene is just an existence imagined by people.

The knowledgeable elder almost got up from his seat, and said in surprise, "Jiang Changlan is going to break through half a step in this game?"

In the Mahayana realm, you can mobilize the celestial phenomenon by practicing the method yourself.

Unexpectedly, Xie Rongjiao's sword actually gave Jiang Changlan a promotion, helped him sweep away the obstacles that had been on his way to the realm for a long time, and sent him directly to the first half of Mahayana.

"God's will tricks people." The elder murmured, "It turns out that the Xie family's son has an [-]% chance of defeating Jiang Changlan with this sword, but once Jiang Changlan reaches the half-step Mahayana, the [-]% chance of winning should be replaced by Jiang Changlan."

Even though half-step Mahayana has the word half-step, it also belongs to the realm of Mahayana.

The elder glanced sideways at Jiang Jingxing, wanting to see how the saint would react to this.

I don't want Jiang Jingxing to sit as still as a mountain, with all emotions and desires out of control, and he doesn't seem to be worried at all.

It really is the style of a saint.

The Liuyun finally gathered into a ball, faintly visible electric light flickering in it, Jiang Changlan's figure jumped up, the spear pointed upwards, the point of the spear pointed not at Xie Rongjiao, not at the sword energy, but at Yunlei.

The heaven and the earth all rely on their strength.

He first stirred up the power of heaven with the force of his spear, and the sense of power of heaven he had accumulated over the years fed back to him, allowing him to understand the laws of heaven and step into Mahayana half a step.Jiang Changlan used the undissolved natural force and the newly realized natural law to apply it to the spear technique.

There was a gap in the middle of the cloud.

Thunder exploded.

The thunder seemed to come from the tip of Jiang Changlan's spear, and it seemed to split the clouds and thunder from the sky. The thunder violently swept through everything, smashing the sword light into pieces in the blink of an eye. !

Thunder is the punishment of heaven, so it goes without saying that its power is terrifying.

Facing such a thunderstorm, Xie Rongjiao had no choice but to back off, protect his body with sword energy, and forcefully hold on until the spiritual power in Jiang Changlan's body was exhausted, so that there was a chance of a comeback.

The premise is that he can really last until that time in Thunderclap's hands.

This is actually very disappointing. You are playing hard, and victory is in sight on the front foot, but your opponent suddenly breaks through on the back foot, and you are not at the same level as you. How can you fight this way?

It was so frustrating that I wanted to give up the sword and admit defeat.

Xie Rongjiao was very calm.

He doesn't want to retreat.

In the blink of an eye, thunder came before his eyes, and countless swords swung from Zhenjiang Mountain in his hand. When he swung the sword, the light of the sword body and the awe-inspiring true meaning gushing out of the sword tip were closely intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish each other for a while.

Thunder broke through the first layer of sword nets.

second floor, third floor

The faster Xie Rongjiao drew his sword, the calmer his expression became.

At the last level of the sword net, the thunder was weakened to only one layer of thunder light, and there was no longer the frightening aura that made the two fight.

But Xie Rong's family had no time to make another move.

Haoran Qi was mobilized by him, and protected his body against the remaining thunder light, but his hair was still disheveled, his sleeve corners were broken, revealing a deep scar from his palm to his elbow, and his skin was scorched black.

But he didn't take a step back in the end.

On the other hand, Jiang Changlan was no better than him to get there.

The two sons of aristocratic families who usually don't want to mess up their sideburns and clothes, now have no manners, which can be called a mess.

No one laughed at them.

The little lady couldn't help but picked up the corner of her clothes and complained to Jiang Changlan: "The attack is so ruthless, what if I hurt Xie Lang's face?"

Zhenjiang Mountain trembled in his hand, the phoenix blood in Xie Rongjiao's body felt Zhenjiang Mountain's emotions before he himself, and spontaneously flowed to his meridians and limbs, stirring the blood all over his body.

Xie Rongjiao's mind resounded an excited Fengming.

He understood Feng Ming's angry disdain.

The Mahayana wind, thunder and sky, the ants are at the end, how dare you stop me?

There are even those who do not live up to future generations and shame the Phoenix bloodline.

Xie Rongjiao's figure disappeared into the strong wind.

Dark clouds and strong winds formed a thunderous sky phenomenon, borrowing three parts of the wind and thunder's sincerity to use three-point force on Jiang Changlan's spear.

Then Xie Rongjiao will use three parts of the strong wind to make a good wind use his body skills!

With a wave of the gun body, Jiang Changlan's gun tip landed, and the arena was immediately covered with thunder, entangled every inch of the ground, and would never let it go.

Xie Rongjiao thought a lot.

Haoran's sword art from the first move to the last move every move and decoration; his perception of sword practice since he was eight years old, the experience he gained from fighting the enemy; the method to break this dangerous situation in front of him.

Finally into a sentence.

"Awe-inspiring Qi is on the tip of your sword, in your heart, and in the world."

No matter how unpredictable the celestial phenomena are, the origin is unknown, but the grandeur is getting stronger with time.

It can cross day and night, the northern wasteland of Kyushu, the distinction between turbidity and turbidity, how big the world is, and how far the arrogance can go.

He swung his sword.

The momentum of that sword was mediocre, no light was released, no wind and thunder collapsed.

The clouds in the sky scattered along with his sword, and went to where they should go. The angry wind gradually subsided, and disappeared softly among the intertwined branches, and Jiang Changlan's Mahayana celestial phenomenon disappeared with it.

Reveal the blue sky that this season should have.

The autumn is crisp and clear, the sky is extremely blue and clear, and the clouds are hanging high in twos and threes, each of which is very far apart.

Qingming world.

Picking out the spear in Jiang Changlan's hand, he knelt on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

This is what really determines the outcome.

There were twists and turns, ups and downs, and many people on the stage did not regain their senses for a long time.

Xie Rongjiao supported his body with the tip of his sword, and let out a breath of tension: "Brother Jiang admits it."

Jiang Changlan didn't see any signs of depression, he laughed and said, "My lord, luckily I bought you to win!"

"..."

All right, everyone is convinced.

How did Empress Jiang come up with the genius idea of ​​handing over the Jiang family to him?