Chapter 397 Sword Contest II
The number of contestants on the second day was reduced by half compared to the previous day, and the battle ended earlier. Song Qingming and Huang Shengxin both successfully defeated their opponents. Only Huang Shengyue was unlucky and encountered an opponent with an eighth-level foundation. After a hard fight, they were finally defeated as expected.
On the last day, the remaining thirty or so monks had to go through two battles before they could decide on the top ten monks, and then select the top three strong men in this sword discussion conference.
Among the last thirty monks, most of them are already in the late stage of foundation building. Although the remaining monks have lower cultivation levels, most of them possess one or two powerful magic weapons and possess extraordinary magical powers. There are very few strong people in the foundation building stage who can survive two rounds in a row relying on their own luck.
At the beginning of this round, Song Qingming was lucky. He faced off against a Xiaoyao Sect disciple who was at the top of the sixth level of Foundation Establishment. Although this person had a second-level top-grade flying sword, he did not have much experience in fighting, and his strength was only The bald man that Song Qingming captured yesterday was slightly stronger. Although Song Qingming took a little longer to fight this time, he still captured this man without any danger.
As long as he wins one more game, he can enter the top ten, but this time Song Qingming also faces a truly powerful opponent, an old man in yellow robe whose cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth level of foundation building.
After this person came to the stage, he saw that Song Qingming's cultivation was only at the seventh level of foundation building. A hint of joy quickly flashed in his eyes. Now everyone only has the last opponent left to enter the top ten, and the remaining ones are less than Among the twenty people, Song Qingming, who was on the seventh level of foundation building, was obviously ranked lower in cultivation.
As soon as the old man in yellow robe came up, he chose to attack first. With a wave of his hand, he released a white jade bottle. As the old man in yellow robe cast a spell, the mouth of the white jade bottle suddenly emitted a burst of strong red light and a blazing heat. The fierce flames shot directly towards Song Qingming like a long sharp arrow.
"This old man has such a powerful fire control technique!" Song Qingming couldn't help but admire in his heart when he saw the old man in yellow robe using the white jade bottle in his hand to increase the power of an ordinary rocket technique several times.
Just when Song Qingming cast a spell and used a shield to block the blow, he suddenly felt several hot spiritual energy coming around his body. When he looked up, the old man in yellow had already changed out of the white jade bottle. He fired several rockets with similar power as before. Not only were these rockets extremely powerful, they also continued to fly out of the jade bottle, and soon formed a rain of arrows.
When Song Qingming saw this, he could only take out the Bishui Bell and block it in front of him, blocking all the arrow rain in front of him.
But before Song Qingming could take a breath, the old man in yellow in the distance suddenly cast another spell and threw two white jade bottles that were exactly the same as before in the air. As the two jade bottles began to shoot out rockets, they suddenly shot towards The number of arrows fired by Song Qingming suddenly increased several times.
"He can actually operate three identical magic weapons at the same time. This guy's consciousness seems to be a bit unusual."
Faced with the rain of fire falling from the sky, Song Qingming could only cast a spell to control the Bishui Bell to directly cover himself in it, thus blocking the rain of fire released by the old man in yellow.
Fortunately, the quality of the Bishui Bell, a second-grade high-grade defensive weapon, is very good. Generally, it is difficult for the spell attacks of monks of the same level to break through its defense. Song Qingming relied on the strong defense of the Bishui Bell to patiently block this wave of attacks.
After the rockets in the bottle of the old man in yellow stopped shooting, Song Qingming held up the blue water clock that had become nearly one foot high with one hand, and smashed it directly towards the head of the old man in yellow.
As soon as the Bishui Bell flew into the air, the old man in yellow immediately responded and took out a black bronze mirror and placed it on his chest.
Unexpectedly, the blue water clock just flew in front of the old man in yellow, but suddenly stopped. Then Song Qingming's figure suddenly appeared under the green water clock, and a black long knife in his hand slashed directly at the feet of the old man in yellow robe. At the same time, another smaller short blade had turned into a sharp blade and shot towards the opponent's head.
The old man in yellow robe didn't panic when he saw this. He jumped up and dodged Song Qingming's knife. The black bronze mirror in his hand that flew into the air was followed by a flash of inspiration, and suddenly turned into a three-foot-wide mirror. The bronze mirror was directly in front of him, blocking the tracking short blade in front of him.
Seeing that the old man in yellow had dodged his attack so easily, Song Qingming's face did not change much. Instead, he took out the Ecstasy Flag and released a burst of black smoke to hide his figure.
"Hmph! You're hiding, do you think I can't find you?" The old man in yellow chuckled, then controlled the three white jade bottles in his hands to close them together again, and cast a spell from the air to release a burst of fire rain. Falling to the ground.
At this time, Song Qingming, who was hiding in the smoke, seemed to have no choice but to release the Blue Water Bell again to avoid this sharp attack. Soon the old man in yellow found the location of the Blue Water Bell in the smoke, and fired all the attacks. They were all concentrated around it.
With a sharp shout from the old man in yellow, a flaming spear as thick as a bucket appeared in the hand of the old man in yellow. The old man in yellow, holding a sharp weapon, rushed directly down to where Song Qingming was, wanting to use this One blow directly penetrated the defense of the Bishui Bell on Song Qingming's body.
However, the yellow-clothed old man's attack still failed to break the defense of the green water bell on the ground, which inevitably made the yellow-clothed old man's face reveal a trace of surprise. He thought that this green water bell was just an ordinary second-level top-grade defensive magic weapon, but he didn't expect that the magic weapon in Song Qingming's hand had been forged by Longfeng and added with silver sandstone, which was no longer comparable to ordinary second-level magic weapons.
The yellow-clothed old man saw that his attack failed and was about to retreat, but he didn't expect that the green water bell in front of him suddenly shot out several water arrows. The yellow-clothed old man could only stop and wanted to block this attack with the black bronze mirror in his hand. At this time, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from the side of the yellow-clothed old man, and a black silver knife had appeared beside him.
This sudden attack was not expected by the yellow-clothed old man at all. With an unexpected shout, the yellow-clothed old man was hit by Song Qingming's knife and flew several feet away, and even the black bronze mirror that he had been holding in his hand fell under the stone platform.
"Weren't you inside the bronze bell the whole time? How did you suddenly come out?" The old man in yellow clothes who was lying on the ground looked at Song Qingming in surprise. He still couldn't understand why he, who had been hiding in the Green Water Bell just now, appeared outside this magic weapon.
"Haha! Which eye of Daoist friend saw that I was hiding inside all the time?"