Chapter 619: Sword Immortal
The competition in the door was in full swing, and it was really lively.
Of course Hong Jiuzhen also participated, but the number card she drew would take a few days to proceed, and all venues were given priority to lower-level disciples.
She glanced at Qingfeng's number plate and led him to find the arena for the competition.
It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive under the ring, where they saw lights flickering and magic weapons flying continuously.
At this time, Hong Jiuzhen slapped his head and said: "A Niu, we forgot the biggest thing, we didn't find a weapon for you."
Qingfeng shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, I don't know how to use it. I only have a pair of fists."
"No, no, hold on. I must get you a weapon. What kind of magical weapon do you want?"
Qingfeng scratched his head and said: "I...I"
Suddenly a weapon that looked like a big stick appeared in his mind, and he immediately said: "I want a big stick."
"Stick, are you sure?" Hong Jiuzhen was speechless.
Qingfeng nodded vigorously and said: "It will be heavier."
Seeing his serious look, Hong Jiuzhen shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, then I understand."
In fact, she was thinking, stick-like weapons seem to be very rare, you can just use a knife, but this guy is very stubborn, since he wants a stick, just use a stick.
The fight on the stage was extremely fierce, and the spells were brilliant and dazzling. You could see those people constantly casting fire spells and water spells, and those sword-controlling skills were extraordinary, and they were having a great time.
Finally it was Qingfeng's turn to play. Hong Jiuzhen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous." m.
Qingfeng nodded, but still didn't ask what nervousness meant.
If he had asked, Hong Jiu would have vomited three liters of blood.
Qingfeng jumped onto the stage, and the disciple opposite held a magic sword and said loudly to him: "Wang Zhen of Feijian Academy, known as the One Sword Immortal."
Upon hearing this extremely domineering title, countless disciples in the audience cheered.
"It turns out he is a swordsman. He is so handsome. I like him."
"The Yi Sword Immortal will kill his opponent with one sword. I heard that he used one sword to kill a Foundation Establishment disciple across the ranks."
"I heard that back then he was only practicing Qi at the seventh level, but now he is practicing Qi at the Great Perfection."
Hearing countless people in the audience talking about each other, Hong Jiuzhen also became a little worried. After all, this was his first time competing with a cultivator, but when he thought about the time when he knocked out a monster in the Nascent Soul stage with just his strength, I think it shouldn't be too much of a problem to deal with a disciple who is in the Qi training stage.
Qingfeng also said very politely at this time: "Disciple A Niu of the Lower Court."
Hearing this name, countless disciples in the arena sneered and talked about how someone could have such a stupid and cute name.
Qingfeng ignored everyone's gazes and said to Yijianxian, "Let's start."
Wang Zhen nodded, but he frowned and said, "Why, you look down on me, why don't you take out your weapon."
"I...I didn't." Qingfeng's answer was very straightforward.
Wang Zhen heard countless laughter below, and knew in his heart that this guy seemed to be a little confused. In this case, it was better to end the battle earlier to avoid being laughed at by these people.
Thinking of this, he stopped talking nonsense.
I saw him pinching his sword skills, and a white flying sword soared into the sky from behind with a buzzing sound.
Seeing his sword technique changing, the flying sword turned into seven sword shadows and merged into one.
"Ji" he shouted loudly, and the flying sword slashed away at the breeze with endless power.
But when everyone saw Qingfeng standing there stupidly, they didn't know how to get out of the way. Hong Jiuzhen was even more shocked. He thought of A Niu, A Niu, why are you so stupid at this time? You should just hide away. That’s fine.
"Hey, what a fool. It's boring. He just hangs up as soon as he comes up."
Countless people in the audience were talking about it for a while, and Yi Jianxian murmured in his heart that this guy is so stupid, it would be bad if he killed someone, just when he was hesitating whether to take back the sword.
Just when the senior who was supervising the competition opened his eyes.
Countless people saw Qingfeng stretch out his hand and grasp the flying sword that carried great power.
He actually used his own strength to forcefully grasp the flying sword of Yi Jianxian firmly in his hand and became motionless.
This scene suddenly dropped their jaws, and countless people looked in disbelief.
How did they know that Qingfeng was wearing a silkworm glove that was as thin as cicada wings and almost invisible? This glove was invulnerable to water and fire.
Back then, he dared to take the flying sword, a top-grade magic weapon, let alone this flying sword, a mere magic weapon.
Qingfeng held the flying sword, frowned and slowly shook his head and said: "It's too slow."
"What?" As soon as these words came out, countless people were shocked.
Yi Jianxian felt extremely insulted to him.
"That's too much!" he yelled, gesticulating with both hands.
"Give it to me"
He raised his hands, but the flying sword only trembled and could not move at all.
Countless people saw this scene with extremely surprised faces.
At this moment, everyone was holding their breath and looking at the field, and the atmosphere became a little weird for a while.
"Wake it up for me..." Yi Jianxian roared loudly, and the veins in his neck bulged, but no matter how he shouted, the flying sword would not move at all in Qingfeng's hand.
Seeing this scene, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he shouted in his heart that he had seen a ghost.
Qingfeng looked at him and shook his head: "Give it back to you."
As he said that, he saw him swipe the flying sword out.
No one could have imagined that the flying sword would return faster than when it came, and what was even more terrifying was that the sword immortal could no longer control the flying sword.
Seeing the flying sword coming, he immediately took out a small shield, which grew in the wind and turned into a small shield of one foot in front of him.
In a flash, the flying sword arrived at this moment.
There was a loud bang, and the flying sword actually pierced the small shield and continued to move forward without stopping, and the speed did not drop at all.
"My life is over," the sword immortal shouted, knowing in his heart that once the flying sword hit his body, he would be torn into pieces by this huge force.
And the flying sword was extremely fast, and even the supervisor brother might not be able to save him in time.
Just when he thought the competition was over and closed his eyes.
The place became quiet again, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Eh" He didn't feel any pain. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Qingfeng holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and looking at him.
The tip of the flying sword was only about half an inch away from his throat. If it was just a little bit later, his head would have been flying off.
He wondered what was going on and what happened.
Qingfeng looked at him and smiled slightly and said, "You lose."