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Chapter 312 The outcome is decided
Li Xian's face darkened, and he swung the longsword in his hand. Then, with a clear whistle, he moved diagonally forward, slashing horizontally and striking straight ahead with his longsword. His movements were so swift that before he had even struck five or six times, a faint sound of wind could be heard from the sword's momentum. As he drew his sword faster and faster, the sound of the wind grew louder.

This "Wind and Snow Sword" technique is a family heirloom of the Li family. Each sword move is swifter than the last, and the wind it stirs up grows stronger and stronger. Although Li Xian is young, he is the Li family's foremost swordsman. As the son of Li Xian, he has practiced swordsmanship since childhood. With the exception of a few members of the older generation who can still surpass him through their profound skills, he barely takes anyone else seriously.

Even though his grandfather's name is Cang Tian Ba ​​Quan, it is indeed the sword technique that is passed down from generation to generation. His grandfather's boxing technique was acquired by chance. To be honest, the Lingyun Li family is a branch of one of the eight great families, and this sword technique comes from it!

This set of "Wind and Snow Sword" was indeed extremely powerful. The energy emitted from the sword edge gradually expanded. Yan Rushuang only felt the cold air pressing on her. Her face and hands were slightly painful from the strong wind. She stepped back involuntarily, but a look of excitement appeared on her face, and she shouted immediately.

"Okay, come on, let me see what you can do!"

At this moment, Yan Rushuang no longer looked down on him. She felt that his swordsmanship was not only exquisite, but also had a fierce momentum. He did not win by relying solely on swordsmanship. She thought that her master was invincible in Yunzhou when he was young, and the kung fu she practiced was the moves improved by her master, so she should be able to look down on everyone. Unexpectedly, Yunzhou was really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. He was only ranked eleventh on the talent list, but he had such a brilliant performance.

However, the sound of the wind from Li Xian's sword was gradually increasing. This was the method by which the 'Wind and Snow Sword' was gathering momentum. Once the momentum was built, it would surely be earth-shattering!

In other words, Yan Rushuang was a skilled and courageous person, and faced with such a situation, she remained calm and did not interrupt him in advance. Instead, she allowed him to complete his sword moves.

To outsiders, she was like a small boat in the vast ocean, with the wind howling and the waves as high as mountains. One after another, huge white waves rushed towards the boat, and the boat was bobbing with the waves, in danger of sinking at any time.

But Li Xian knew in his heart that no matter how hard he tried or how turbulent the waves were, this small boat would always follow the flow and there would be no danger at all.

The more fiercely Li Xian attacked, the more Yan Rushuang understood the essence of his swordsmanship. With every moment of the fight, she gained a little more understanding.

The more thoroughly she understood the various sword techniques, the more she concentrated on watching the various changes in the opponent's sword moves.

The "Wind and Snow Sword" was extremely fast. Li Xian had already used up all his sword techniques, but he still couldn't do anything to the opponent. He frowned slightly, chopped his sword diagonally and chopped straight forward, and attacked fiercely.

Seeing that he had exhausted all his sword skills and was now eager to attack, Yan Rushuang just smiled slightly, pointed her toes, and put the sword back into the sheath.

"Mr. Li, if these are all your tricks, I'm afraid you can't defeat me! I will fight you with swordsmanship!!!"

This is an underestimation. He is well-known for being an expert in both swordsmanship and saber, but at this moment he is only using one of them. In a pure sword duel, it is naturally like tying one of his own arms.

Li Xian's eyes sparkled brightly as he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, interesting! Come on, let's have a good fight!!!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, held the long sword upright between his eyebrows, and gently tapped his eyebrows. Then his eyes suddenly opened, and his sword intent was high!
"this!"

"Bright Flame Sword!"

Li Xian shouted and held the sword horizontally in front of him. He didn't know if it was Li Ming's illusion, but it seemed that a bright light flashed across the sword. He knew that this was his innate martial arts. At this moment, he had staked everything on it. Even if he lost after using these moves, he would have no regrets.

Yan Rushuang immediately showed a solemn expression. Although the "Wind and Snow Sword" was fast, it was still under her control. At this moment, Li Xian's Mingyan Sword was restrained and extremely powerful. It was obvious that the next move would be extraordinary. Moreover, she actually had a vague ominous premonition in her heart.

Li Xian drew his sword and a flame suddenly appeared out of thin air. It was the external manifestation of his innate martial arts. The fire was ignited by Qi, and its fuel was Li Xian's internal strength.

Yan Rushuang was also on high alert, saying, "It seems I really underestimated you. This is my only move, and I'm going to use all my strength!"

After saying this, his aura condensed. At this moment, Yan Rushuang moved, like lightning tearing through the dull darkness. His attack was as swift as thunder! The previous flashes of swords and sabers had already amazed the audience, but compared to the current speed, it was nothing!
"Old beggar, if you have not entered the innate realm, can you take it?" The old scholar's face turned slightly pale, his right hand seemed to be trembling, and his words were not very coherent.

Hong San leaned back in his chair, not knowing whether to answer or exclaim in amazement: "It's actually this move, the disciple surpasses the master. It seems that we have been left far behind, hahahaha!"

Hong San laughed dryly, his laughter filled with sadness, and muttered to himself, "Back then, he left us far behind. I thought that after so many years, we were also innate masters, and the gap between us would be smaller. But all the disciples I taught are like this. It seems that we are no longer on the same level!"

However, the old Confucian scholar who had always held opposing views actually nodded heavily.

If the two martial arts masters were like this, the reactions of the others would be even more intense. This woman named Yan Rushuang would definitely be famous in Yunzhou no matter how far she could go in this martial arts competition!
Li Ming also noticed this pair of strange masters. With his knowledge and the way they sat, he naturally knew that they were the evil scholar and the beggar knight among the dozen or so innate masters in Yunzhou. Li Ming found their conversation interesting, but he approached them calmly.

At this moment, the battle was in full swing on the stage. Amid the flashes of swords and sabers, rays of scorching hot and cold air condensed, which manifested as visible currents of fire and cold attached to the blades and sabers. What was even more amazing was that the relative airflows of heat and cold not only did not cancel each other out, but also grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, complementing each other. In the blink of an eye, they had turned into a ball of sharp light and shadow. On the stage, traces of burning and freezing were all over the ground. If it continued for a while longer, I'm afraid the ship would be dismantled by Yan Rushuang.

Facing Li Xian's Mingyan sword technique, she also used a counter-movement!
It was Gu Wushuang’s Yanshuang Wuji back then!

"This momentum is even stronger than the one Gu Wushuang displayed personally back then. It seems that not only has his cultivation level broken through, but even in terms of martial arts, he has left us far behind!" A kind voice sounded from behind Hong San and the old scholar.

The two of them didn't even turn their heads, but they called out in unison: "Old monk, how could you bear to come out?"

"Amitabha, I was just feeling restless after being still for a long time. I never expected to meet you two again. I never expected that an old friend would appear in front of me in this way. The encounters in this world are wonderful!" An old monk in white robes walked over with his two white eyebrows fluttering. The old monk was skinny and looked weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but his steps were extremely steady.

The Poison King sneered and said, "Old monk, you're not dead yet?"

The old monk laughed and said, "Donor Ouyang is still alive. How can I bear to leave this world of suffering? Only by saving Donor Ouyang as soon as possible can I have the dignity to see the Buddha!"

The Poison King snorted coldly and said nothing more. Instead, Li Ming stepped forward and said, "Donor Ouyang, why don't you take a look at your nephew first? I'm afraid he is about to lose!" When the others heard Li Ming's words, they all turned their heads and saw Li Ming in a moon-white monk's robe, with red lips and white teeth, and a childish face, but a steady aura. At this moment, Li Ming no longer restrained his aura. This authentic innate aura, how could it be fake!

The Poison King's expression changed, and he said bitterly, "Little monk, it's none of your business. Don't think you can show off just because you took my move!!"

The place that Li Ming pointed to was exactly where Ouyang Ke was fighting with a young man. It turned out that the young man had met Li Ming once before. He was the one who used the Green Dragon Palm to rescue Wang Chenglin that day, and he seemed to be the disciple of the Beggar Hero.

Master Hong San laughed, stood up and watched. Seeing that his disciple had the upper hand, he said to the Poison King, "Old Poison, Little Poison is not doing well!"

At the same time, he looked at Li Ming and said with a smile: "A new generation replaces the old one. Are you Mingxin from Guangde Temple?"

Li Ming nodded and smiled, then said to the old monk, "This must be Senior Drunken Monk Wujiu."

"Hahaha, what's the difference between senior and not? Compared with you, I am just a dry bone in a tomb, not worth mentioning." The old monk said with a big laugh.

These people were all influential figures in Yunzhou when they were young. Naturally, there were countless love, hatred, and vengeance between the older generation, which were entangled to this day. However, the old monk and Master Hong San were both at odds with the Poison King. However, his poison skills were so advanced that there was no good chance to get rid of him. He also knew that he had too many enemies in his early years and rarely left his lair.

So it’s quite rare that we can meet here today!
At this moment, the old scholar who was chatting most enthusiastically with Mr. Hong San came out to smooth things over, saying, "Don't forget that today is a martial arts competition. Let's put these trivial matters aside for now."

The Poison King sat down at this time, and Pei Shiyi, who was beside him, looked at Li Ming with a smile, and there was always some inexplicable meaning in his eyes, which made Li Ming feel a little puzzled. This feeling was not false. As the practitioners broke into the innate realm and their spirits became strong, they often had all kinds of magical powers, tracing their breath, and having sudden inspirations, which were all true.

At this moment, Li Ming clearly noticed that something was wrong with Pei Shiyi, but he seemed to have no ill will towards him, which was really strange.

I can only stop thinking about him and focus on the ring instead.

After a few rounds of fighting, Li Xian's forehead was covered with sweat, and his sword-holding hand was trembling slightly. Looking at Yan Rushuang, he knew that he had no hope of winning. However, he did not need to consider whether to hold back or whether he could continue to fight. He just shouted, "Watch out for the sword!"

With a swing of the long sword, a sword energy interwoven with tongues of fire flew straight towards Yan Rushuang, leaving a deep burn mark on the only remaining arena, and a fiery airflow also came straight towards Yan Rushuang!

Yan Rushuang had been waiting for this move of his. Her face darkened, and as her swords clashed, her aura condensed, forming two auras, one red and one blue.

She had several ways to crack this move, but out of respect, she chose the best ending!

This time, it was a tit-for-tat clash, a red sword energy, a yin-yang interwoven frost energy wall, one attack and one defense, both were top-notch martial arts, bursting out with a dazzling brilliance on the boat, even the fights on other arenas were overshadowed by this glare.

"Boom"

Like the sound of bells and drums, a wave of air surged out from the two streams of energy. Li Xian's face showed a bit of bitterness, and then he bowed and said.

"I lost!"

If Yan Rushuang had not stopped just now, Li Xian would have been seriously injured. Even so, his internal energy was exhausted and he was extremely weak.

However, his strength was also recognized by Yan Rushuang. She nodded and said, "You are not bad either!"

Then Li Xian jumped off the ring in a leisurely manner, while the other people on the boat looked at each other, seeing that Yan Rushuang looked calm and obviously had some strength left, no one stepped forward to challenge her.

At this point, the first person to qualify has appeared, and it is Gu Wushuang’s direct disciple, Yan Rushuang!
"It's different again." A young man in black on another boat had a strange look on his face.

"Li Xian made it into the top ten at the martial arts competition. He held a grand banquet and even had people from the Sanhe Gang congratulate him. I know all of this, but now he's collapsed here."

The young man in black was Fang Yuan. He came here after visiting Sanxia Mountain to study "The True Explanation of Tianhe". He naturally knew the inside story of the Qionghua Night Banquet, where the talented people from the thirty-six states gathered together to open the enlightenment stele in Daxia, which was said to have the traces of the Martial Ancestor.

"It was this banquet that officially marked the beginning of the chaotic world. The Demon Sect united to attack the Great Xia ancestral temple in Zhongzhou, knocking down the Seven-Star Dragon-Suppressing Pillar and dissipating the dragon energy. From then on, Great Xia could no longer suppress the world. Dragons rose up everywhere, and the Demon Sect's counterattack on the Central Plains began!"

I don’t have much time left!

At this moment, he was racking his brains to think about everything about this martial arts competition. Since it was a grand event in Yunzhou, even though he did not practice at that time, the major events of this martial arts competition were widely spread.

The top three in the martial arts competition were Wang Changchen, Yan Rushuang and Lin Feng. Originally, Yan Rushuang was ranked fourth, but it was because Han Li, who was the third, eliminated this person as a remnant of the Sword God Sect that he came up to be the first.

This person was able to lure out the remnants of the Sword God Sect because the Governor took out the scriptures of the past as bait. Later, the Sword God Sect was completely wiped out by following the clues. Taoist Feiyun also made great efforts and used the "Sky Viewing Mirror" of Xuantian Taoist Sect to distinguish them. Otherwise, they would have been able to pass themselves off as the real ones.

and also
It seemed that one of them escaped. Later, this person had another opportunity and inherited the legacy of the Green Emperor. He directly entered the realm of supernatural powers and was called Han Tianzun, the Savior of Suffering. He also had a fight with an elder of the Xuantian Taoist Sect. This incident caused a big uproar, so Fang Yuan still remembered him.

"Damn it, why is my memory becoming increasingly blurry? What's the reason?"

Fang Yuan patted his head, feeling a little stern in his heart. Since he started practicing, not only did he not remember his past, but he forgot more and more as his skills improved. But the strange thing was that even if he wrote down what he remembered, whether it was paper and pen or engraved on a stone tablet, it would all disappear with time. This made Fang Yuan have an indescribable feeling and began to doubt his rebirth. What exactly were his memories of the future?
PS: 4k, only one chapter today
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