Members of each sword sect are eager to try.

The sword competition kicked off quietly.

Heitian looked at the masters of the Sword Sect, and immediately said: "In that case, let this guy become a sacrifice to Dabi. He desecrated the sword tomb and let his blood be sprinkled here. It can also be regarded as a consolation sword."

The heroic spirit of the tomb!"

"Come!"

Wang Yan couldn't help it long ago and flew towards the competition platform with his heavy sword on his back.

"Wang Yan! Teach him a lesson!"

"As soon as Wang Yan takes action, that guy is finished!"

"Wang Yan, come down and let me go up!"

Once you stand on the competition stage, you must fight alone, and no one else is allowed to take action.

This is also a gentleman's agreement between the two worlds. This is a sacred battle that cannot be desecrated.

"These guys have so many rules." Ning Cheng complained in his heart.

He seems to be a swordsman, chivalrous and courageous, but in fact he is a bit too formalistic.

"Swordsmanship, right? I heard that you challenged hundreds of sects and never won. Why has our Epee Sect never been challenged by you?"

Kendo thought for a while and said seriously, "Your sword is reckless and not worthy of my challenge."

Wang Yan laughed loudly: "You are still so stubborn at this time, that's all! Watch me chop you into pieces!"

Kendo shook his head and said, "Can you understand the basics of sword evolution?"

Wang Yan's eyes turned cold: "Are you talking about the Heart Sword?"

"Yes, it is the Heart Sword!" Kendo said: "Today, I will face many opponents. If I fight with you in hand-to-hand combat, I will not have the advantage, so let's compete with the Heart Sword to see whose sword heart is purer. How about it?

"

"good!"

The huge epee was embedded in the stage. Wang Yan clasped his fists and said to everyone around him: "Epee Sect, Wang Yan, I'm asking for advice!"

In the so-called Heart Sword Competition, warriors do not need to use their hands. Instead, they use swordsmanship to understand the moves in the illusionary world. It can be imagined as a test of abnormal hearts.

This is also an ability that every sword cultivator must master. Not only can he test whether his sword heart is pure, but it can also lay a good foundation for his subsequent journey to the highest level.

"Come!"

Kendo sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

Wang Yan also became quiet at the same time.

Wind, blowing.

Ning Cheng held his breath, and the entire Blackboard Sword Sect seemed to be quiet in an instant.

"This kind of competition is a bit interesting." Ning Cheng murmured to himself.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of fighting method. It does not require fists and kicks, nor does it require close combat. It relies entirely on the spiritual realm to fight.

This fighting method reminded Ning Cheng of the actual combat simulation warehouse in Langya at that time, relying on the connection between brain waves and the Internet to realize the scene of fighting in the virtual world.

What seems like a silent battle is actually full of gunpowder.

Wang Yan's carefree look became solemn and his complexion turned pale again. He gritted his teeth and persisted, but ten seconds later he opened his eyes in shock and gasped in disbelief.

"Impossible, why is my sword so vulnerable!" Wang Yan refused to admit defeat and said, "Come again!"

Wang Yan lost!

For the people under the stands, this was completely unexpected.

Anyone who knows Kendo, a dull guy, knows how poor his performance in challenges is.

Never won.

More like a sword fanatic!

"It seems that Wang Yan lost because he underestimated the enemy. This is going to be a joke. He actually gave that guy a victory!"

"Wang Yan, what are you doing? If you can't come down quickly, let me go up and deal with him!"

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, stared at the pressure and suddenly clasped his fists at Kendo: "I want to come together again, I hope you can make it happen!"

Wang Yan's sudden move caused an uproar at the scene.

On weekdays, Wang Yan is famous for his fiery temper and his carefree personality. He never admits his shortcomings and prefers to use the epee in his hand to reason.

Why did a heart sword fight suddenly change?

"Wang Yan, what are you doing!" The leader of the Epee Sect said solemnly: "Don't be embarrassed, get out of here!"

"Sect Master! Wait! Give me another chance!" Wang Yan was about to cry, but only he knew what he had just experienced in the Heart Sword.

The shortcomings he didn't want to admit were infinitely magnified in Xinjian. Not only that, the other party was just like an old man playing with a naughty boy, completely guiding him.

"Your epee is only powerful and lacks delicacy. You still need to continue your training. Go ahead."

Kendo closed his eyes after opening his mouth.

Wang Yan took a deep breath, drew out his heavy sword and walked off the fighting platform. When passing by the sword tomb, he hesitated and still did not put the sword in his hand there.

He suddenly felt unworthy.

"I will come again!" Wang Yan shouted toward the stage.

Kendo ignored it.

"Hahaha, guys from the Heavy Sword Sect, please step back. I, the Xuanjian Sect, will come here!"

A voice as clear as a lark appeared, and a female swordswoman in a white dress appeared in the center of the stage.

When the woman appeared, the young swordsmen in Liangjie Mountain were shocked!

Not only because of the woman's beauty, but also because of her identity.

The saint of Xuanjian Sect, the genius swordsman, Ling Baixue!

"Sloppy guy, do you still remember me?"

Ling Baixue did not give face to Kendo: "A month ago, you were stabbed into a hornet's nest by me, and you crawled away from the gate of my Xuanjian Sect step by step, hahahaha!"

Kendo opened his eyes and said calmly: "You do have some talent, but unfortunately you also went astray. If I beat you, I can do it in just one breath!"
Chapter completed!