In the audience, countless people were amazed by the power of this sword.

"This move is as powerful as the late stage strike of Jindan. I'm afraid I won't be able to take it without injury."

Jin Weili, who returned to the auditorium, looked at the sword light with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Once this move is used, both sides will be hurt, but there will be two less opponents competing for the first place." Zong Jianping of Tianjian Sect sneered.

I saw Chu Ruixue moving lightly with her feet, and the long sword in her palm moved, shaking out a little bit of sword energy, but her face still had that unfazed expression.

Her sword energy looked inconspicuous, stabbing Hong Anbang's surging waves lightly. In front of Hong Anbang's monstrous sword energy, Chu Ruixue's sword energy was at most a small snake.

"Wind blowing snow"

Suddenly, the woman in white gave a sweet cry, turned her wrist, and swung the sword in a large circle. The sword energy that had been shaken out suddenly started to circle along with the tip of her sword.

These sword energy originally penetrated Hong Anbang's air wave, but now they exerted force at the same time, lifting the huge air wave, turning it around and flying towards the sky.

"boom"

The sword energy flew into the sky, and then exploded above the martial arts stage, making a strong explosion sound.

"How is this possible? Swordsmanship can also be used to gain strength!??"

Hong Anbang's face turned red, blood spurted out, his body swayed and he looked at the sky, his face full of disbelief.

Leveraging force to strike is not only available in boxing. When can swordsmanship be used in this way?

"You lost." Chu Ruixue said calmly, as if the move just now did not put much pressure on her.

"I give up." Hong Anbang said helplessly with a slumped face.

The matter has come to this, and he can no longer fight.

As the winners and losers have been determined in the three martial arts stages, the top four list of the Sword Discussion Conference has been released.

Similar to the previous odds predictions, the powerful Tianjianmen young master Zong Jianping and last year’s champion Jin Weili are still the favorites to win.

"The next match is the quarter-finals. According to the previous draw, the first martial arts performance will be between Jin Weili and Chu Ruixue. The second martial arts performance will be between Zong Jianping and Wang Ming." The host announced the results of the promotion round.

There was another half-hour break before the semi-finals officially started.

During the break, the staff came on stage and adjusted the fence, dividing the entire martial arts stage into two.

The time came to two o'clock in the afternoon.

The four contestants on both sides of the ring have already taken their places and stood on the corresponding ring.

"Huh, Master Wang, Jin Weili over there has always wanted to fight you in the ring, but it seems he can't meet you this time."

Zong Jianping glanced at Senior Brother Jin Weili on the martial arts stage next to him and said half-jokingly.

"Why?" Ye Xiao asked.

"Because I still want to compete with Senior Brother Jin for the championship of this sword competition, so it's best for Prince Wang to be a man of beauty and take the initiative to admit defeat, so as to avoid suffering more flesh and blood."

Zong Jianping's words were very tactful, but there was still disdain in his tone.

In his opinion, it was great luck for a practitioner who was in the early stage of Qi refining to enter the semi-finals through cheating and now become the top four in the Sword Discussion Conference.

"Are you so confident that you can beat me?" Ye Xiao raised his eyebrows and said with a chuckle.

"Isn't it? With your level of cultivation, I'm afraid you're not worthy of letting me use my sword." Zong Jianping also laughed, as if he had heard something funny.

"Uh..." Ye Xiao didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Well, I don't like bullying the weak. I will only use three moves in total. If you are still standing after three moves, I will count you as the winner."

Zong Jianping suggested with a smile.

As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on its owner. Behind Wang Ming was the entire Wang family in the capital, which forced him to think carefully.

Their Tianjianmen and the Wang family's well in the capital were in conflict with each other, so Zong Jianping wanted to give the Wang family some face.

The agreement of three moves can make Wang Ming convinced of his defeat without having to offend the Wang family to death. He can also gain a good reputation as a compassionate person, so why not?

He couldn't help but feel proud of his little wit.

"Oh, are you sure you want to do this?" Ye Xiao opened his eyes wide and asked.

As long as he can't defeat the opponent after three moves, the opponent will automatically admit defeat. Ye Xiao suddenly felt that Zong Jianping of the Tianjian Sect looked quite pleasing to the eye.

"Of course I'm sure. A gentleman's words are hard to follow."

"Come on, don't regret it." Ye Xiao stood happily on the martial arts stage,

"Zheng!"

Zong Jianping patted the sword box behind him, and a long sword flew out, circled around his body, and landed steadily in his hand.

"Look at the sword!" Zong Jianping pointed the tip of his sword, and a stream of energy flew out from the sword and went straight to Ye Xiao.

"when"

This energy slammed into Ye Xiao's body, making a muffled sound.

I saw that "Wang Ming" didn't even move his body, as if what just hit him was not a burst of energy but a breeze.

The audience looked at each other in shock, which was a little hard to accept for a while.

"Isn't it too obvious to let the water go?"

"Without any exertion, my breath is more powerful than Zong Jianping's sword."

"It seems that Zong Jianping is determined to save face for the Wang family. The first move is to give it to them." Someone said dissatisfiedly, apparently buying Zong Jianping's bet.

"It's okay, this is just the first move, Young Master Zong will use his true skills in the second move." Another person comforted.

"Is this considered the first move?" Ye Xiao tilted his head and asked curiously.

Zong Jianping's expression changed. Although his sword strike just now was merciless, it was definitely as powerful as a strike from the Golden Core stage.

Even if a truck is hit by this sword, it will be sent flying far away.

But why does Wang Ming look like a perfectly fine person in front of him?

Why don't you cooperate a little and give the person who was hit the reaction he should have?

"I keep my word, of course. Young Master Wang, be careful, my second move is coming!"

Zong Jianping said, his face darkened, his contempt disappeared, he slapped the sword box with his right hand, and fourteen more flying swords flew out of the box one by one, floating above his head.

"Buzz buzz"

The flying swords rotated rapidly in the air, the sword shadows were dense, the sword lights overlapped, and they quickly formed a sword array.

"Dragnet!"

Zong Jianping held the sword in his right hand and stood in the center of the sword formation. The fourteen swords floating around him suddenly stopped and were all pointed in the same direction.

Fourteen sharp swords shot out around Ye Xiao, forming an inverted cage under the encirclement.

Immediately afterwards, Zong Jianping pointed his long sword, and the sword light scattered across the sky to the earth like a rain of flowers, with no gaps between the sparse and dense ones.

The audience on the field felt an extremely strong sword intent, which was extremely terrifying.

"Zong Jianping must be serious this time." Someone said excitedly.

"Being less than forty years old, he can control fifteen heavenly swords. This person is probably Jin Weili's formidable rival."
Chapter completed!