Rebuilding the Xiuxian family

"The sword energy is flashy. It looks powerful, but its lethality is far inferior to the opponent." Li Zhixuan looked at the huge sword energy and commented in her heart, and then looked away calmly.

But after looking at several arenas, there were only a few people that caught her eye, let alone studying, which made her very disappointed.

If this round of competition is all about such strength, then there is no need for her to stay here and waste time. She might as well go back and have a good rest, recharge her batteries, and wait for her chance to appear.

Just when Li Zhixuan was disappointed and about to leave, a sharp sword energy suddenly burst out and swept across all directions, attracting the attention of most of the monks.

"Have you retained your strength?"

The person who drew the sword was a gray-haired old man. Instead of his previous temptation, his moves became very fierce. The sword struck directly at the vital point, forcing his opponent to become embarrassed and had to admit defeat.

I saw that after the old man defeated his opponent, his breathing became much faster and his expression became a little gloomy.

"What a pity, I'm too old!" Li Zhixuan shook her head and sighed in her heart.

But it has to be said that he is very experienced. Each sword seals the opponent just right, forcing him to take the attack. Then he uses a set of violent attacks to quickly take down the opponent and reserve more for himself. physical strength.

In the next few rounds of competitions, there will be some swordsmen worthy of Li Zhixuan's serious expectations.

In the meantime, Hong Yan, Zheng Yin and others also came on stage to have a battle. They were worthy of being outstanding disciples carefully cultivated by the big forces. Facing the sword cultivators with ordinary strength, they easily defeated their opponents.

As for Qinglian? Li Zhixuan also glanced at her fighting for a few times, but quickly looked away.

Because she knew at a glance that Qinglian might not have gone out to practice much. Every move was too rigid. It was a good model of sword moves. He had not formed his own fighting style at all and integrated the sword moves for his own use.

In fact, it's not just Qinglian, many disciples from big powers have this problem. Their moves are fixed and rigid, but they are taught by their teachers, and after training, they will grow up quickly.

But for some reason, Qinglian, who was highly valued by the Sword Sect, is still in this situation.

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Time flew by quickly, and soon this round of competition was coming to an end, with nearly half of the contestants eliminated, and now only the last two hundred or so people remained.

"The third round of the competition is a points competition. Two pairs compete. The winner will gain one point, the loser will deduct one point. Those who lose three points will be disqualified. The competition will end after three days, and the top 50 will enter the final round of competition."

A Nascent Soul Lord appeared and announced the rules, saying: "The Golden Sword Commander is the champion of this round! Come on stage, everyone!"

At first, there were only fifteen monks who received the Golden Sword Order. For this reason, Wanjian Sect quickly built five new arenas last night.

Li Zhixuan followed the sword order's guidance and walked towards one of the arenas.

On the way, they met a woman in black who was carrying a huge sword. The two looked at each other. The swords seemed to be uncontrollable and they were fighting each other. However, they calmed down and dispersed in an instant, as if the scene just now had never happened at all.

But this scene could not escape the discernment of True Lord Nascent Soul present.

"These two should be the best in this sword discussion!"

The sword energy is solid, the sword power follows the heart, and the sword heart is strong. This is already the perfect state of Jindan sword cultivation.

"core!"

"Li Zhixuan!" She said her real name softly to show respect.

"Looking forward to the final round, where you and I can compete!"

"Then fellow Taoist, don't be eliminated early."

After that, the two of them went to the ring separately.

Coincidentally, among the fifteen champions, there are only two female swordsmen, Li Zhixuan and Tie Xin, and they are far apart, one on the left and one on the right. It seems that they don't want them to know each other's moves in advance.

"Those holding the Silver Sword Order can activate the Sword Order and choose the challenger by themselves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several rays of silver light flashed, heading straight towards Li Zhixuan.

Mainly because she was unknown before, and she was a female cultivator, so she was not very strong, so she was targeted by so many people.

Among them is Qinglian.

"The challenger can choose challengers from them. After winning, he can wait for his condition to recover before continuing to choose!"

After the rules for this round were explained, the Yuanying sword cultivator turned into light and left, leaving it to a group of golden elixirs to preside over.

Li Zhixuan didn't care who the challenger was, so she randomly selected one from several sword orders.

When she saw the name, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. If she hadn't chosen it herself, she would have thought someone had tampered with it, and whispered: "Qinglian!"

"Just in time, let me see your strength!" Qinglian flew onto the stage with confidence.

But she didn't know that when her teachers saw the champion she had chosen, they shook their heads in unison. It was obvious that they were not optimistic about this competition.

"Girl Qinglian has had a smooth journey and has developed such an arrogant and arrogant temper. I hope this failure will make her change her temper."

"It's better that this girl doesn't get depressed."

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"San Xiu Jiang Ye." Li Zhixuan looked indifferent, as if he didn't take Qinglian seriously at all.

"Sword Sect Qinglian!"

"The competition begins!"

Following the referee's order, Qinglian walked on the wind and came to Li Zhixuan in the blink of an eye. The spiritual sword in her hand seemed to cut through the darkness and struck straight down.

Li Zhixuan, who had been standing still, had a light in his eyes, and moved his right hand as he pleased. He could not see the slightest bit of power, but he easily shattered Qing Lian's menacing sword.

Qinglian only felt a strong force coming from the sword, and she was knocked back more than ten steps uncontrollably. If she hadn't reacted in time, poured the mana into her feet, and stopped in time, she might have fallen into the ring by now!

On the other hand, Li Zhixuan was still standing there, motionless!

The huge gap between the two made Qing Lian furious. She immediately summoned all her magic power and her sword energy roared. Like a giant dragon flying out of the abyss, it headed straight for Li Zhixuan with overwhelming momentum.

But she was as calm as ever. She held the sword in front of her chest with her right hand, her eyes slowly closed, and her robes were swaying in the strong wind. She seemed to feel that she was outmatched and surrendered, without making any movement.

When the Dragon Transformation Sword Qi flew five feet in front of her, her eyes suddenly opened and she slashed forward with her right hand.

There was no gorgeous movement, only a golden sword energy, with the momentum of going forward and killing everything, directly separating the sword energy dragon from it!

And Li Zhixuan's tiptoe was like an arrow leaving the string, and a bit of cold light went straight to Qinglian's throat.

The speed was so fast that by the time she reacted, she could already feel a trace of sharp sword energy, scratching her neck.

"You lost." Li Zhixuan announced without any fluctuation in her tone.

Qinglian seemed to be suffering from a soul-losing syndrome, and she was in a daze without responding.

"In this battle, the challenger wins!" The referee made a timely decision.

Hearing this, Li Zhixuan sheathed her sword and turned back to the starting point.