Eternal Tranquility

"Please enlighten me!" Sikong Xinming returned the salute, but saw Wang Zhen opposite him disappearing like smoke as soon as he finished speaking.

Sikong Xinming frowned and patted his body. In just a moment, two layers of protective shields appeared around him.

Just like a flash of lightning in the darkness, a three-inch long dagger with a dazzling cold light stabbed the protective shield behind him. This attack was so sudden that Sikong Xinming's protective shield was broken with one blow.

So fast! Only then did Liu Qinghuan sigh in his heart. The second strike of the dagger had already been swung out with lightning. This time, there was no barrier from the protective shield, and Sikong Xinming's defenseless back was completely exposed to the attack.

If it were stabbed, I'm afraid the injury would be serious!

But he saw Sikong Xinming leaning forward, and with a sound of "Cang", the sword on his back was unsheathed, just in time to hold the incoming dagger.

The two weapons intersect, and the burst of spiritual power explodes with the intersection point as the center. In an instant, it reaches the light shield of the battle platform, and is completely blocked by the light shield.

Sikong Xinming took advantage of this opportunity, turned his body in the air, and floated three feet away. He pointed with his hand, and the other sword on his back was unsheathed, streaking across the sky like a startling rainbow, slashing towards the left side of the battle platform!

Wherever the sword light passed, a vague figure suddenly appeared. It escaped the incoming sword light with an afterimage, jumped three feet, and disappeared again!

At this time, there was an uproar in the audience!

"So fast! We had to fight so many times in just a few breaths!"

"Yeah, it's terrible! Both of them are so powerful."

"Oh my god! I just blinked and didn't even see the fight between them!"

"You are exaggerating. It takes you several breaths just to blink! Are your eyes paralyzed?"

Regardless of the noise in the audience, the situation on the stage was already tense and on the verge of breaking out.

Sikong Xinming's body was surrounded by deep sword intent, and two spiritual swords hung at his side. As long as the opponent showed a slight flaw, he would violently counterattack.

However, Wang Zhen, who was hiding his figure, was unable to land a single blow and could no longer find a chance to strike.

Sikong Xinming's consciousness scanned the entire battlefield and found no trace of the opponent. He snorted coldly: "You think I can't force you out if you don't show up?"

He lost his momentum, and as the magic formula in his hand changed, the two spiritual swords flew and circled towards his head.

Wang Zhen secretly screamed that something was going to happen, and then he heard Sikong Xinming shout loudly. The two swords that had been intertwined with each other in some mysterious pattern suddenly shot out countless sword lights, rolling away in all directions like undulating waves.

In the corner of the battle platform, Wang Zhen, dressed in black armor, was forced out in embarrassment. He held both blades in his hands, facing layers of sword light. The spiritual shield on his body only lasted for a few breaths before it was riddled with holes. The sword light streaked through the black armor.

Fortunately, the black armor's protective power was very good, and the sword light only left white marks on it. On the side of his head, he avoided a sword beam that hit his face. When he turned back, a bloodstain appeared on his right face.

Wang Zhen's face darkened, and he clasped his hands together, forming a curved blade with both blades. He quickly rotated to block the incoming sword light. At the same time, he used weird footwork, pulled out several afterimages, and rushed towards Sikong Xinming.

Sikong Xin pointed his finger and rushed forward with his swords like swimming fish.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhen moved his feet a few times, and unexpectedly passed through the intertwined sword network of the spirit sword. In a blink of an eye, he approached Sikong Xinming, and the curved blade in his hand drew a white cold light and struck at the opponent!

Everyone in the audience who saw this scene was stunned. Could it be that Wang Zhen is a physical practitioner? But he doesn't look like him, his speed is too fast, and his movement skills are too weird! I have never heard that Siyuan Tower’s exercises have this kind of technique.

Everyone widened their eyes to see how Sikong Xinming would respond.

However, he saw Sikong Xinming's figure flash and disappear suddenly in the cold light of the curved blade. The next moment, he appeared on the other side of the battle platform, with broken talismans falling from his hand.

"Teleport Talisman!" someone shouted, and the battle on the stage was coming to an end.

Sikong Xin pointed with his clear hand, and his two swords filled the sky with sword intent, blocking all Wang Zhen's escape routes and strangled him.

Wang Zhen moved left and right, raised his hand to summon a shuttle-shaped magic weapon, trying to break through the blockade of the sword, but the long sword was pressed against his throat. His expression changed, and he struggled to utter three words: "I lost."

Sikong Xinming withdrew his sword intent and returned the swords to their sheaths with a clang.

When Wang Zhen stepped off the stage, he received words of comfort from many people. Although he was defeated, he showed his extraordinary strength, but his opponent was too strong.

Liu Qinghuan looked at Wang Zhen thoughtfully. Wang Zhen seems to be putting the cart before the horse and pursuing speed too much. Monks are not ordinary warriors. Their speed can be compensated by many magical weapons or techniques. However, if they have a single attack method, they can easily be restrained by their opponents. If Wang Zhen had more long-range attack methods, he would not be defeated by Sikong Xinming so quickly.

"Come on on the 5th," the middle-aged foundation-building monk shouted.

A monk at the eighth level of Qi training flew onto the stage, but was quickly defeated. Sikong Xinming won the next three games in a row. Only in the fifth game, he met a ninth-level Qi practitioner from Yi Ye Guan, and it was a bit difficult to win.

After the game ended, no one came on stage for a while. Sikong Xinming took out two spiritual stones and took the time to restore his spiritual power. After playing five games in a row, his spiritual energy had been exhausted.

"After a quarter of an hour, if no one comes on the field, Sikong Xinming will be considered the winner of the sixth game." The middle-aged foundation-building monk said, and he started timing.

"Who is No. 9?" someone in the audience asked, "Are you afraid?"

After a while, a monk at the seventh level of qi training slowly flew up to the fighting platform. Sikong Xinming glanced at him, and the man quickly said: "I surrender!" and then flew off the fighting platform again.

"Number 10!" the middle-aged foundation-building monk said expressionlessly.

This time, no one really showed up. Liu Qinghuan glanced at the people around him and couldn't tell who it was. This Number 10 is definitely here, he's just suffering from stage fright.

A quarter of an hour later: "Sikong Xinming wins the eighth game! Number 11."

"I am number 11." Following a delicate female voice, a female cultivator flew onto the stage. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a figure as weak as a willow Fufeng, and a sense of shyness when she spoke.

She saw Sikong Xinming blushing first, lowered her head and said, "Hello, senior brother, I am Qin Lingling from Mingyue Pavilion. I have just been promoted to the ninth level of Qi training."

Sikong Xinming had a smile on his face and nodded: "Hello, Junior Sister Qin."

The two greeted each other and the competition officially began.

When this junior sister Qin, who looked delicate and frail, took action, everyone on the stage and off the stage were shocked. Her magical weapon was a gold brick, which could be enlarged to look like a huge stone. Once the fight started, the entire battle platform made a "bumping" sound, and the protective light shield also trembled under the huge power of the gold brick. Non-stop.

Fortunately, the battle platform was very strong, and the light shield was restored to its original state under the stability of the middle-aged foundation-building monks. But Sikong Xinming was very worried! Even though his sword energy was superb and his spells were exquisite, the gold bricks were swatted at random, making him feel like he had nowhere to start.

When she unleashed her sword to attack, Qin Lingling manipulated the gold brick like an arm, turning it into a shield to block all attacks. The material of the gold brick was unknown, but his spiritual sword struck it, leaving only a shallow mark. Using the sword shadow spectroscopy technique, the gold brick became several times larger, completely dissipating all the sword light.