Who asked him to cultivate immortality!

The owner of the building also fell into deep thought when he saw this scene.

How could they possibly investigate the background of all the sword cultivators? The Sword Building did not have an intelligence agency like the Questioning Sect Mission Hall, so they could not investigate it.

And this situation had never happened before when the Sword Questioning Ceremony was held.

Strange thing.

"Lord, I'm afraid it's not a good sign. Should we make some preparations?" An elder of the Sword Building felt that this Sword Questioning Ceremony was unusual, and quietly sent a message to the owner of the building.

The owner of the building nodded and agreed with the elder's point of view. The matter of this Sword Questioning Ceremony was beyond the ability of the Sword Building: "It is indeed not a good sign. Let's notify the government first and ask them to send a few more people to avoid being unable to catch people."

Their Sword Building is not one of the five major immortal sects and has no law enforcement power.

...

In the first group of competitions, there was nothing else worth noting except that there were irreconcilable conflicts between a large number of individual sword cultivators.

Xuanxuan and Wuer's iron top competition attracted the attention of many sword cultivators. The two sea creatures collided to the extreme. First, Wuer activated his hidden bloodline, and the shadow of his ancestors appeared above his head, giving him new power and gaining the upper hand. Then Xuanxuan also activated his hidden bloodline, and the shadow of his ancestors appeared, turning the situation around and gaining the upper hand.

In the end, it was Xuanxuan who struck back and won.

So far, the first group of competitions has come to a successful conclusion.

Since both were incarnations of sword intent, even if they killed the opponent, at most the sword intent would collapse, and there would be no danger to life.

Of course, if they were looking for personal revenge after the game, there would be no way.

Compared with the first group of competitions, the second group of competitions was more interesting. In the second group of competitions, there were Mingtai and Lu Yang, two young generation of highly anticipated sword stars. People only heard of legends, and this was the first time they saw them fight.

But the most conspicuous one was Yuechuan, who directly brought the sword spirit Alan to the stage.

The sword spirit is part of the sword and is not illegal.

Lu Yang did not let the Immortal Sword Spirit Fairy appear. If she had, let alone the sword cultivators participating in this year's Sword-asking Ceremony, even if all the sword cultivators from previous Sword-asking Ceremony were tied together, they would not be enough for the Immortal Sword Spirit Fairy to fight.

He, Lu Yang, was upright in his work and did not rely on those empty external forces.

Lu Yang's opponent was a cultivator with strange clothes, pale face, weak, holding an ice sword with ice and snow patterns carved on the sword.

I remember Mingtai introduced this person. He was a cultivator from the Far North, named Xue Shilou, and was well-known in the Far North.

To be introduced by Mingtai, he must have something extraordinary, but compared with Lu Yang, he was far behind.

"It's a pity that this guy named Xue Shilou met Lu Yang in the first match."

"No way, luck is here, too unlucky."

"I don't know how much power he can force Lu Yang to exert."

"I hope the fight can last longer. The more Lu Yang's trump cards are forced out, the better it will be for us."

Hearing the whispers of the sword cultivators below the stage, Xue Shilou's eyes were unusually firm. So what if Lu Yang has a high talent in swordsmanship? He can make up for the gap with hard work. Thinking about his experience in swordsmanship over the past ten years, tears, sweat, scars... countless.

How many strong enemies have he encountered along the way, and how many people said he couldn't win, but the facts slapped everyone in the face.

On the ring, dozens of moves were fought in a flash. Xue Shilou is worthy of being a swordsmanship genius from the Far North. He has been honing his skills there for many years, and his sword style is cold and decisive.

It was the first time that Lu Yang used his sword incarnation to fight, and it felt quite novel.

After experiencing the feeling of fighting with the sword incarnation, it's time to use some real skills.

As Lu Yang's sword moves changed, Xue Shilou suddenly felt the pressure doubled, as if Lu Yang was not holding a sword, but a sledgehammer that could shake the world, and every collision made his wrist numb.

Could this be Lu Yang's true strength, and was it just a warm-up before?

A few drops of cold sweat appeared on Xue Shilou's forehead. Both of them used the sword incarnation, which had nothing to do with cultivation, which meant that Lu Yang's sword intent was far superior to his.

Lu Yang's sword moves were heavy and fast. He seemed to see through Xue Shilou's sword moves, and each sword aimed at his weakness, making Xue Shilou only passively defend and unable to attack.

The sword cultivators watching also saw that Xue Shilou was just resisting, and defeat was a matter of time.

But none of them could think of it. If they were to face Lu Yang, they would probably end up like Xue Shilou.

"Just admit defeat, how about that?" Lu Yang suggested seriously. He wanted to finish the game early, and watch how others fought while the others were still playing.

"No!" Xue Shilou said seriously. Although he was at a disadvantage, his eyes were firm, and he was not shaken by the great strength of both sides.

Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, and realized that his attitude was wrong. As a sword cultivator, of course he had to fight to the last moment. How could he admit defeat? What he said just now was tantamount to slapping Xue Shilou in the face.

Lu Yang said seriously: "Sorry, in return, I will use all my strength to defeat you!"

Feeling Lu Yang's increasingly heavy and extremely fast attack, Xue Shilou was sweating all over, and his blood was boiling.

So the gap between him and the real sword genius was so big, was he really going to stop here?

Xue Shilou was in a trance for a moment, and his memory was pulled back to his childhood.

...

In the heavy snow, Xue Shilou held a broken iron sword and stood on a wooden stake. The north wind whistled past, and the snowflakes hit his face, which hurt him.

"Master, I can't hold on anymore."

Xue Shilou gritted his teeth and said, he did not dare to speak loudly for fear of snowflakes flying into his mouth.

The master was hunched over and leaning on a cane, as if he didn't see the crumbling Xue Shilou at all.

"Keep persevering. You have to adapt to this environment and block the heavy snow. In the future, you will understand the meaning of today's practice."

…

"Master, did you expect what happened today?" Xue Shilou muttered to himself, Lu Yang's attack was like a violent snowstorm in the far north.

He slowly retracted his sword moves, narrowed the defense range, adjusted his movements, and stood in a strange-looking posture, which was a stance posture.

He gradually recalled his master's teachings and recalled every bit of his sword training. Some originally unrelated moves were connected in series at this moment and turned into new moves.

"Standing sword pose!"

This is a sword posture that can block the violent storm and snow. It is a sword posture that even the master has not completed!

"cut."

Lu Yang gently spit out the word "Zhan", and the sword energy turned into a full moon, which directly penetrated the standing sword style, knocking Xue Shilou to the edge of the ring, and passed out.

"Junior Brother Xue is unconscious. It's not good." A sword cultivator in the audience looked anxious when he saw Xue Shilou unconscious.

"Fellow Taoist, what will happen after Xue Shilou falls into coma?" someone else asked.

The man sighed and said: "Xue Shilou is my junior brother. He was originally an orphan picked up by the master. He showed amazing talent in swordsmanship when he was young. The master regards him as the successor."

"Just when Master thought he had accepted a good disciple, an accident happened. Junior Brother Xue fell into coma. After the coma, another will took over Junior Brother Xue's body. In that situation, Junior Brother Xue became cruel and powerful. Master's That's when my leg was broken by Junior Brother Xue."

"Junior Brother Xue woke up later and couldn't remember anything. Master and I didn't tell anyone about it."

"Master suspects that Junior Brother Xue encountered some stimulation before he was picked up, which caused him to split into two personalities."

Sure enough, after Xue Shilou fell into coma, he stood up again, and his whole aura had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Why did this loser pass out again? Sure enough, he still has to rely on me." "Xue Shilou" looked at Lu Yang with a cruel smile on his lips.

"cut."

As usual, Lu Yang gently uttered the word "Zhan", knocking the other personality of Xue Shilou unconscious.

In the spiritual world of Snow Tower, there are two Snow Towers, one bright and one dark.

"Did I break Master's leg?" Liang Xue Shilou cried, hugging his head and crying, "No, it was you, you injured Master!"

The dark Xue Shilou sneered at this: "It doesn't matter if I get injured, it's not because the power of blood in your body is too powerful and cannot be controlled, that's why I have this personality."

"Without my personality, you would have frozen to death long before Master picked you up."

The bright Xue Shilou was still crying, while the dark Xue Shilou looked like he hated iron.

"Crying, what's the use of crying? Can crying defeat your opponent?"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Liang Xue Shilou asked loudly while crying.

The dark Xue Shilou showed a complicated smile: "You have just understood the Zhanzhuang Sword Style, and your level has reached the next level. You are just a little bit away from adapting to the power of blood."

"A little help?" Liang Xue Shilou was stunned.

The dark Xue Shilou didn't explain anything, but stepped forward to hug the bright Xue Shilou, and his figure slowly disappeared.

"We still need the fusion of you and me. I hope that after I disappear, you will no longer be a crybaby who cries when encountering difficulties."

"Xiao An!" Liang Xue Shilou shouted, desperately trying to catch his other self, but in the end he only caught a ball of light.

In reality, the fallen Xue Shilou slowly stood up again, with sad and firm eyes. He slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Lu Yang, as if he was speaking as one person, and as if he were speaking at the same time.

"Lu Yang, I want to defeat you!"

"This aura, he is the bloodline of the legendary Snow Emperor!" A sword cultivator from the Far North shouted in the audience.

"You're done, kill me!" Lu Yang was furious and swung his sword with all his strength.

Xue Shilou fell off the ring.