Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 60 Battle of Swordsmanship
Away from the top of the mountain.

Disciples from Lishan came here one after another, and their numbers were increasing.

Jiang Tai'a and Chu Zili walked to the center of the crowd, and Pei Jing stood not far behind them.

The practitioners from various forces in the surrounding Dali were watching the battle in front of them with great interest.

Especially Jiang Tai'a, this young man was being trained by Lingxiao Pavilion as the future leader of kendo and had unlimited potential.

This will be the first time for him to show his prowess.

And the opponent chosen for him by Lingxiao Pavilion is Li Shan!
Everyone in Lishan looked at the young man in front of them. They all knew that this young man from Dali Lingxiao Pavilion must have extraordinary swordsmanship.

But even so, how could the disciples of Lishan be afraid?
For a moment, many people were eager to try, and a tall young man took the lead and strode into the battlefield.

"Meng Ye."

The disciples of Lishan looked at the young man. He was wrapped in a demon fur coat, had short hair, was about sixteen or seventeen years old, had a resolute face, and bronze skin. Many disciples recognized him.

It is said that Meng Ye came from the mountains and grew up in the mountains since childhood. He has a wild aura and fought with wild beasts when he was young. Later, he was taken to Lishan to practice. Among the young generation of disciples in Lishan, he is considered a leader.

Meng Ye arrived at the battlefield. He was a head taller than Jiang Tai'a, holding a heavy sword in his hand. He saluted Jiang Tai'a and said, "Please give me your guidance."

Although he is not as good as Jiang Tai'a, he can't lose his Lishan demeanor.

"You are not worthy to be his opponent." Jiang Tai'a stood there quietly without responding. Chu Zili beside him took a few steps forward. The young man stared at Meng Ye with proud eyes and said, "The elders said that Lishan is the holy land of Dali swordsmanship. I'm here to learn the sword of Lishan."

Meng Ye dragged his sword and walked, his figure suddenly running towards Chu Zilie, with a powerful force pressing towards Chu Zilie.

"boom."

Meng Ye leaped into the air and slashed down with the broad sword in his hand. The heavy sword had no edge and was extremely powerful. A powerful sword force pressed down on Chu Zili.

The disciples of Lishan clenched their fists and looked towards the battlefield. They could all feel the power of Meng Ye's sword attacks.

"Heavy sword."

Chu Zili looked up at Meng Ye who was being cut down, with sword intent flowing on his gorgeous clothes. Just as the heavy sword was about to fall, he suddenly moved and slid sideways.

"boom……"

There was a loud bang and the heavy sword slashed at the place where Chu Zilie had just stood, and the ground seemed to tremble.

Although Meng Ye's attack missed, the power of his sword did not weaken. He grasped the hilt of the heavy sword with both hands and swept it across with a force of a thousand pounds. The air made a roaring sound and he completed it in one go.

There was even a sword aura that swept over and tore everything apart.

Chu Zili fell backwards, his whole body tilted, almost leaning against the ground. The heavy sword swept across his body. He tapped his toes lightly and slid back gracefully, out of the attack range of the heavy sword.

Meng Ye did not pause. He swung the heavy sword in his arm and flew forward. His momentum was so great that all the disciples of Lishan watched the scene nervously. If this sword fell on the opponent, Chu Zili would not be able to withstand it.

Chu Zili looked up at the figure falling with a domineering sword force. The sword force pressed on his body, trying to block his retreat.

But this time, he didn't avoid it.

"Heavy swords are heavy."

A burst of sword intent burst out, and Chu Zili's body suddenly shot up like a beam of light.

"Puff..." The crowd saw blood flying in the air, and then saw Meng Ye's body flying backwards, and then lying on the ground, twitching.

I saw blood constantly flowing out of his throat.

"Meng Ye." A figure rushed out and came to Meng Ye's side. It was his master.

"Meng Ye..." The Lishan disciples who were familiar with him also exclaimed, and several of them rushed directly into the battlefield, only to see Meng Ye covering his throat with both hands.

"I have brought shame to Lishan..." He wanted to say something, but couldn't, and he died a moment later.

"Meng Ye." Several of Meng Ye's friends had tears in their eyes. Meng Ye grew up in the mountains and was a simple person. He usually didn't like to talk and was devoted to his practice. But if they encountered any problems, Meng Ye was willing to help and even spent a lot of time guiding them in their practice.

Meng Ye often said that when he grew up he would go into the mountains, kill all the monsters in the mountains, and bring peace to the mountains.

"What a cruel and ruthless young man." Master Meng Ye looked at Chu Zili angrily.

Although this young man was very young, he was so ruthless and killed people directly.

There was no trace of guilt in Chu Zili's eyes. He said coldly, "When a sword cultivator attacks, he must use all his strength and leave no chance for his opponent. This is the sword way I believe in and it is also a respect for my opponent. Don't you sword cultivators from Lishan understand?"

"Swords and knives have no eyes. Since you are asking for a sword, it is inevitable. This is Lishan." At this time, Wang Daoxuan, an old man from Lingxiao Pavilion, spoke.

Master Meng Ye wanted to speak again but was stopped by an elder from the mountain.

What the other party said is correct.

Over the past thousand years since Lishan, there has been no shortage of great swordsmen who have come to Lishan to ask for swords, and their swords had been broken before they left the mountain.

However, the two young men who came to Lishan to ask for the sword were the first time in Lishan. Because they were young, they overlooked some things.

Master Meng Ye carried Meng Ye's body away, and the disciples from Lishan looked at Chu Zilie angrily. They had never felt such emotions before.

"Go on." Wang Daoxuan said.

After this battle, all the disciples in Lishan felt the solemn and murderous atmosphere more clearly.

Elder Lishan watched everything in front of him quietly and left the decision to the disciples of Lishan.

After this disaster, the disciples of Lishan will go down the mountain, and from now on, everything will depend on themselves.

At this time, another figure walked out. This person was dressed in cloth, about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a thin sword in his hand, and there was a cold aura on the sword.

"Yu Qiu, please give me some advice."

He looked at Chu Zili in front of him, his eyes were calm and without any ripples, and there was already a certain degree of composure in his aura.

The most important thing for a sword practitioner to avoid is being impatient and irritable. If the mind is disturbed, the sword will be in chaos.

"Go ahead." Chu Zili stood proudly, looking down on everyone.

"Om."

Yu Qiu's body moved, and he went towards Jiang Tai'a like a gust of wind. A series of afterimages appeared behind him, and there were fluctuations of magical power around him.

"Magic is just a minor skill."

Chu Zili looked at the magic power surging in Yu Qiu's body. A cold light flashed, and a cold sword energy swept over, cutting out a beam of light.

Just like in the previous battle, Chu Zili still dodged, as if he was observing the sword practiced by the disciples of Lishan.

Yu Qiu's sword moves were even faster, like the wind, and the sword moved with the shadow.

Chu Zili continued to dodge, and every time the sword energy passed in front of him, it seemed very thrilling, but Yu Qiu knew that the opponent was at ease, as if he had judged his sword moves in advance.

Yu Qiu's sword was getting faster and faster, and wind and rain were born with the sword. On the battlefield, a sword energy storm blew up. Even many Lishan disciples could not see Yu Qiu's sword clearly. There seemed to be flashes of lightning flashing across the battlefield.

In the face of Yu Qiu's impenetrable attack, Chu Zili still did not fight back. It seemed that he was at a disadvantage, but Yu Qiu on the battlefield knew best that if he still could not defeat the opponent, he would definitely be the loser.

He had witnessed the last duel. If Chu Zili counterattacked, he would not give him any chance. He would never underestimate a talented swordsman who dared to come to Lishan to ask for sword advice.

Yu Qiu's sword weaved a sword net for Chu Zilie. Suddenly, a powerful sword force gathered, and a series of afterimages appeared at the same time. He moved with the wind, the dust on the ground swirled up, and he killed Chu Zilie with the sword.

At the same time, a sword light flashed between Yu Qiu's eyebrows, lightning flashed, and the sword merged into the storm.

The disciples of Lishan were all staring at the scene before them nervously. This sword fight would decide the outcome.

"Sword energy is like the wind. Use force to resist it and use the momentum to move."

Chu Zili opened his mouth loudly, and just as the sword was about to strike him, suddenly, a powerful sword intent burst out, and terrifying sword force enveloped the battlefield. Yu Qiu's sword seemed to have encountered huge resistance, as if it was stuck in a quagmire.

"Sword intent." A thought appeared in his mind. This was Chu Zili's sword intent.

Chu Zili raised his arm and pointed forward. In an instant, the surrounding sword energy moved with him and went upstream. A terrifying sword force actually went against the flow and killed Yu Qiu.

Chu Zili placed a finger on the sword seed that flew out from Yu Qiu's forehead. The sword energy clanged and the sword seed flew back. The sword force continued to move forward and swallowed Yu Qiu.

The sword energy was raging, leaving countless blood marks on Yu Qiu's body in an instant. His body flew back and fell to the ground. The sword flew back to his eyebrows. His energy weakened rapidly and he was seriously injured.

Chu Zili retracted his fingers and did not continue to attack.

Yu Qiu supported his body with his arms and looked at Chu Zili.

He was actually unable to get Chu Zili to draw his sword. This made Yu Qiu realize that there was a huge gap between the two sides and Chu Zili just wanted to see his sword.

And he was not even qualified to let Chu Zili use his full strength.

Yu Qiu could see it clearly, and naturally the elders in Lishan could see it as well.

The old man from Lingxiao Pavilion stood quietly at the back, without any ripples, as if everything was supposed to be this way.

Although Chu Zili is not as good as Jiang Tai'a, he is also a top genius in swordsmanship, otherwise he would not have been brought to Lishan to learn swordsmanship.

In his opinion, there would be no more than five people in Lishan who could compete with Chu Zili.

As for Jiang Tai'a.

Jiang Tai'a is a sword-fighting genius that only appears once in a century. He is the one chosen by Lingxiao Pavilion and has the opportunity to become the number one swordsman in Dali. He will have no rivals.

The Lishan sword art has been prosperous for a thousand years and is a holy land of sword art. Many outstanding sword practitioners have emerged from generation to generation, but it is now declining.

From then on, Lingxiao Pavilion was the only one that dominated the sword art in the world.

(End of this chapter)