Chapter 250 The 113rd Competition

Chapter 250 The 113rd Competition

"Swish, swish, swish..." The woman in white stretched out both hands, and nine flying swords suddenly shot out from her hands.

The nine flying swords were shot out at an incredible speed. Almost at the moment when the woman in white swung her hands, three crisp sounds of metal clashing were heard on the stage.

"Ding ding ding..."

At the same time as three sounds of metal clashing were heard, the three flying swords shot out by Wang Jian, which he was so proud of, were directly broken on the spot by three of the nine flying swords shot out by the woman in white.

The most terrible thing was that if the flying sword of the woman in white had only broken Wang Jian's flying sword, it would have been fine. However, after breaking Wang Jian's flying sword, the speed of her three flying swords were not affected at all and they continued to shoot towards Wang Jian's back. Of course, there were six other flying swords flying side by side with them.

But nine flying swords, about a foot long, flew side by side and reached the edge of the hundred-meter-high platform in an instant. When they were about to fly out of the platform, the white-clothed woman who was still sitting on the back of the crane made two sword fingers with her hands and suddenly lightly drew them across her chest.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The nine flying swords that were about to fly out of the stone platform suddenly changed direction and shot rapidly towards Wang Jian who was standing more than ten meters away from the woman in white.

At this moment, Wang Jian, who had been pretending to be cool before, was already frightened to the point of standing there motionless as if he had been acupunctured, because he was completely frightened silly.

You know, as far as he knows, a third-stage swordsman as young as him is already a rare genius.

However, the daughter of the Feng family is a ninth-level swordsman.

Sword cultivation was originally divided into levels one to nine.

This is just like when Wu Xiu was in the postnatal Qi Refining Stage, it was divided into levels one to nine.

When a martial artist is in the acquired realm, he must reach the ninth level before he can break through the innate realm and officially enter the realm of Qi training and Taoism.

The same goes for sword cultivators.

For ordinary martial artists, the third stage of sword cultivation is indeed very impressive, even though they are only the most basic sword cultivators, they do have the strength to easily defeat the innate realm martial artists. In fact, among sword cultivators, only those who have reached the ninth stage of sword cultivation can be considered as barely getting started.

Only after reaching the ninth level of martial arts cultivation can one be called a true sword cultivator. After breaking through the ninth level, the sword cultivator at this stage is simply called a swordsman among sword cultivators.

However, although the title of swordsman is not very famous, it is still something that many martial artists envy. You know, a swordsman can definitely easily challenge a martial artist who is at the peak of the Tianyuan realm.

It is conceivable what Wang Jian felt when he saw the woman in white shooting out nine swords.

Originally, he thought that with his third-stage swordsmanship, he would be able to amaze everyone and catch the Shafeng family off guard.

I never thought that this evildoer from the Feng family had actually reached the ninth level of sword cultivation.

You know, the ninth level of sword cultivation is the realm he dreams of reaching. He dreams about it almost every night, in which he dreams that he can control nine flying swords and look down on his peers.

All of this was finally realized today. Unfortunately, the person who controlled the nine flying swords and looked down on the crowd was his opponent, not himself.

Seeing the nine flying swords flying side by side and about to pierce Wang Jian's body, Wang Jian still stood there stupidly without moving.

At this moment, the scene suddenly became very quiet. Everyone held their breath, opened their eyes wide, and watched intently this scene that was rarely seen among the younger generation.

It is not often to see such a young ninth-stage swordsman controlling nine flying swords. Most of the people present may only see this once in their lifetime.

shhhhhhhhh...

Suddenly, the nine flying swords stopped one foot away from Wang Jian.

Moreover, the nine flying swords at this time were not lined up in a row, but formed a circle, surrounding Wang Jian.

At this moment, Wang Jian was standing in place, with nine sharp daggers floating in front of him, with the tips pointing at his body, as if as long as he made the slightest movement, the nine swords would pierce through his body together.

"Hiss..." Many people at the scene gasped.

After all, before Wang Jian took action, no one had thought that the daughter of the Feng family was actually a sword practitioner, and that she was also a dual practitioner of sword and martial arts. Most importantly, her attainments in sword practice were actually much higher than Wang Jian's.

"Monster, too monstrous, I never thought that Miss Feng would be so terrifying!"

"Yeah, let alone you, I guess few of us who came here to watch the fun today could have thought of it!"

"Yes!"

"Hey, tell me, why is Wang Jian standing there motionless? Why doesn't he dodge?"

"Yeah, isn't he afraid that Miss Feng might fail to control the flying sword and kill him by mistake?"

"That's right! After all, we have all signed a life and death agreement. If Miss Feng doesn't intend to stop there, no one will blame her if she kills him!"

……

Wang Jian felt very sad when he heard people talking about him in the audience.

If I could have avoided it, I would have done it long ago.

How can I, a mere third-stage sword cultivator, dodge the flying sword of a swordsman?

You bunch of rubbish, you don't understand that sword cultivators are not like martial artists who can kill people above their level. A sword cultivator who is one level higher can crush someone to death. You know nothing...

"Are you still unwilling to admit defeat?" At this moment, the woman in white on the crane's back glanced at Wang Jian calmly and said, "If you think I am bullying the weak and the few, I can give you another chance. I will only use a flying sword. Let's try it again. How about it?"

"I, I..." Wang Jian stammered, "I give up!"

Are you kidding me?

Even if you use a flying sword, can I beat you?

How is this any different from an adult poking a child of a few months old with one finger? The baby can win the fight by poking him with one finger?

Do you think I'm stupid?

"Very good, you still have some self-awareness!" The woman in white nodded slowly, waved her hands, and the nine flying swords flew back instantly.

She didn't look at Wang Jian any more, and then turned her head to glance at the audience below the stage: "Fellow Daoists who have already registered don't need to panic. If you are not a sword cultivator, I will not use my flying sword to suppress you with my identity as a sword cultivator. After all, a sword cultivator fighting a sword cultivator is the minimum respect for a sword cultivator. If I use the martial arts of a sword cultivator to deal with you martial artists, it would be too bullying for you. I don't even bother with that!"

“Ah, ah, ah…”

There was an instant burst of overwhelming cheers and thunderous applause from the audience.

At this moment, almost everyone was cheering for Feng Qingyao.

After all, her words are still deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The main thing was that many of the people in the audience who had already signed up for the competition had almost all become eggplants hit by frost. Originally, they had basically all planned to withdraw from the competition. After all, they were ninth-level sword cultivators and had already reached the realm of swordsmen. However, today's competition was restricted to the cultivation level of the martial artists, and they were all suppressed at the innate realm. You know, a swordsman could fight against a Tianyuan realm cultivator alone, so there was no point in fighting. There was no chance of winning at all.

Everyone was relieved until they heard the woman in white say that as long as you are not a sword cultivator, she will not use sword cultivation skills.

Next, the next step is to continue to arrange them in order of serial number.

Unfortunately, since Wang Jian appeared on the stage, none of the nearly one hundred people who followed could be a match for Feng Qingyao.

Everyone who stepped onto the stage was defeated in one move without exception.

Seeing that the number in front of them had already reached No. 110, and there were only two people left before Ye Fei's turn, Ding Dashan suddenly pulled Ye Fei's sleeve and said, "Brother, brother, hurry up and give it to me!"

"Hmm?" Ye Fei looked confused: "What do you want to bring it over quickly?"

"Didn't you say you were number 113?" Ding Dashan asked.

"Yeah!" Ye Fei nodded.

"Quick, give me your number plate, I'll spend some money to exchange it for you!" Ding Dashan said with a smug smile, "Hehe, I'll help you exchange it for a number plate that's a few hundred numbers away. After the daughter of the Feng family has fought hundreds of people and is tired, you can go on stage and your chances of winning will be much greater. Hehe, am I smart enough!"

"Haha..." Ye Fei curled his lips in disdain and looked at the daughter of the Feng family who was still calm on the stage: "Do you think she would be tired even if she fights another thousand people? Didn't you see that she defeated all of them in one move just now? How could she be tired? This is just like challenging kindergarten kids. If you let me go, I wouldn't be tired even if I fight ten thousand people."

"Don't be so long-winded. Hurry up and give me your number plate. I'll help you exchange with others for a place at the back." Ding Dashan pulled the corner of Ye Fei's clothes: "I'm doing this for your own good. No matter what, it's definitely better to be at the back. The chances of winning will definitely be greater."

"I have no chance of winning!" Ye Fei said with disdain: "I came to participate in the martial arts competition just to cooperate with our senior sister's plan. I don't plan to really become the son-in-law of the Feng family..."

Ye Fei glanced at the woman in white who was still sitting calmly on the back of the crane on the stage: "This woman is so good at fighting. I feel she can fight better than my senior sister. If I marry such a wicked woman, how can I have a good life in the future? Anyway, I will never marry a wife who I can't control in the future. I don't want to be a tracheitis!"

"But, he is in such a good condition now. Senior Sister asked you to hold on for a while longer. Can you hold on?" Ding Dashan added: "Brother, I think as long as you change your number plate, you still have a chance. After all, you have the ancient divine bracelet."

Ding Dashan spoke the last sentence in a very low voice, fearing that people around him would hear it. After all, he knew that the ancient divine bracelet was an ancient treasure, and the Soul Clan had already been eyeing them.

"I don't want to win!" Ye Fei curled his lips: "Don't even mention that I can't beat her even if I have the ancient divine bracelet. Even if I can win, I won't win. If I win, the Feng family will force me to marry Feng Qingyao, which will be troublesome!"

"Then marry her! It's such a good thing, why not marry her!" Ding Dashan said disdainfully: "She is the daughter of one of the ten great families. If you marry her, you will have to work a few hundred years less!"

"I don't want it!" Ye Fei shook his head.

"You..." Ding Dashan suddenly got angry: "Brother, what do you mean!"

"What do you mean?" Ye Fei was confused.

"Brother! You can't do this!" Ding Dashan said disdainfully, "You have the daughters of the top ten families but you refuse to marry them. You must compete with me for my sister, don't you?"

Ye Fei: “…”

"Fuck me..." Ye Fei said with disdain: "So you are afraid that I can't beat her and want to compete with you for Senior Sister, so you persuaded me to exchange the license plate with others, right!"

"What else?" Ding Dashan said disdainfully, "Do you think I have too much money to spend?"

"Fuck!" Ye Fei curled his lips in disdain and replied coldly: "No license plate!"

"No license plate?" Ding Dashan was stunned.

"Yes!" Ye Fei replied, "When I signed up, I didn't get a number plate. They just reported me as number 113!"

"Ah?" Ding Dashan had a look of despair on his face. "It's over. No matter how much money you give me this time, I can't change it! If you go on stage now, you will definitely lose even if you have the ancient divine bracelet. Sigh..."

At the same time, while Ye Fei and Ding Dashan were chatting for a short while, two more people were defeated without any suspense.

At this moment, the familiar voice of the old man on the stage came again: "Next, the 113th competition, from Tianluo City...from Tianluo City...Goudan?"