Chapter 427: Contention on the Sword Platform

Amidst the attention of all, 【Sea Moon with Tide】 Qiu Canglu and 【Love Sword】 Song Zhishu flew onto the sword platform.

At this moment, it was just a quarter past the hour of Mao; clearly, a non-negotiable disagreement had appeared at the very first discussion, and it was twenty-two challenging sixteen—even outside the top fifty, there had never been such a massive change.

The originally fine-wave-like voices suddenly surged, and when the first sword light lit up, the cheering had already rushed to the sky.

An opening scene that was like clouds and mud compared to yesterday. Everyone knew that the top twenty-two was a profound threshold, but the sword-dao temperament exhibited by the two in an instant still amazed everyone—one was clear and quiet, the other was sharp and outstanding, the sword light intersected on the arena, completely making people unable to look at it.

One must understand it to have ups and downs, and at this time, more people were just opening their mouths, repeatedly and subconsciously exclaiming in a daze.

Until the snow light on the whole platform "ding" gathered into one, everything settled into a look that could be understood.

A moment of silence, and then an intense exclamation erupted.

"The arrival of 【Love Sword】, after all, cannot really kill..." People on the Jade Sword Platform took back their gazes, and there were some whispers among them.

It was clear that the contention among the top twenty-two showed a near-bloody intensity from the first moment. Qiu Canglu must have swept his gaze over everyone in front of him, and must have stared at this somewhat neurotic young man for a long time.

Many of his swords were actually aimed at this young man.

But this was of course not winning by unfair means. In the days since arriving at the prefecture city, many people were meeting for the first time. Others observe you, and you can of course observe others. Being able to think of what kind of sword to use to win the battle, and actually using it, was ultimately a victory in the sword dao.

"I wasn't serious" is stupid talk.

Song Zhishu picked up the sword that fell to the ground, Cui Zi Jie breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the returning sect mate, Qiu Canglu pursed his lips to suppress his excitement, and when returning to his seat, the two shook hands hard.

The Book Compilation Meeting immediately began to discuss. Although it was a victory in sword fighting, the age difference was five years after all, and questions kept falling, and there were also intense arguments with different positions. Finally, after a quarter of an hour, Chen Lihuai represented the Book Compilation Meeting and judged the result: "Qiu Canglu is temporarily ranked eighteenth."

There was no immediate singing of names today. The top twenty-two changed drastically as expected, relating to the power level after entering the Sword Academy, and everyone would almost exert their full strength.

"God..." Ren Zixin whispered in daze, watching the fighting between these geniuses, suddenly feeling some fear, and for a moment feeling lucky that her senior brother didn't have to squeeze into such a cruel and powerful ranking.

Everyone's spirit on the Jade Sword Platform was mobilized, and the sword discussion continued downward.

【Seventh Bead】

First, Kongdong, "White Rainbow Chapter".

Seeing Pei Ye picked up his pen and looked at this line of words quietly for a while.

Then he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, starting to feel some fatigue. He woke up the Quail Head, his mind cleared, and then continued to pick up his pen to list the sword techniques one by one.

Then he said nothing, and silently reached for the eighth bead again.

This time he read fifteen beads in a row.

The morning sun gradually shifted to the middle of the sky, and the Book Compilation Meeting finally crossed the tenth place with difficulty.

Even though they were prepared for the cruelty of today's discussion, the intensity of the subsequent development still far exceeded expectations. Almost every position was accompanied by one or even several sword fights, and every sword fight would always erupt with unexpected brilliance—when discussing Qu Ying, this woman silently challenged the sword practitioners from eighteenth to twelfth one by one, actually winning five and losing two.

When this woman sat down weakly covered in blood, the whole field was silent for two breaths, and finally the Book Compilation Meeting gave her the fifteenth position.

Bai Fei, ranked thirteenth, was the only one who did not raise any objection to his position, but he fought a full eight games, yet this humble and polite young man won all eight games, and was instead promoted to ninth.

Many people felt that he still had spare energy, but when discussing the ninth, he was still standing up and saying a bunch of polite nonsense, and did not challenge anyone in front.

So the ranking of the last thirteen was settled, because everyone behind could not beat him, and not many people thought he could continue to move forward, so it turned into a solid boundary.

Regardless, under the solemnity and seriousness, the fierce spirit of the Jianghu sects had already flourished. Judging the situation, killing and fighting were vividly reflected in these thirteen discussions.

"... This Young Master Bai is also too powerful." The atmosphere on the platform had long been active. Except for the blue and purple side, which was still calm and upright, there were constant discussions everywhere, Ren Zixin looked at the stage, "And so gentle."

Zhao Qizhi beside him whispered: "Don't dare to challenge forward."

Ren Zixin immediately glared at him: "Your legs shake when you go to the arena!"

But at this time she heard a somewhat weak voice from behind: "... I didn't see him."

"It's not his turn to play yet."

Ren Zixin turned her head. This cold and cool voice was precisely the young girl she saw the day before yesterday. At that time, she was beside the young man, but now beside her was a beautiful young girl in a green dress.

Ren Zixin paused. She really felt that coming to the prefecture city was quite an eye-opener, and she could see such beautiful girls repeatedly, but this girl's face was slightly white, and her spirit didn't look very good... Her sweeping gaze paused, only to see that the left sleeve was strangely empty.

These two didn't know why they came so late. They sat down in the empty seats in front—that was the position of the Taishan Medicine Hut.

"Physician Qu, I ask you one more time, did he ask you to drug me?" The young girl in the green dress looked at her companion anxiously.

"No, what do you take our Taishan Medicine Hut for." Qu Xin looked at her calmly.

"... Sorry."

Qu Xin nodded, turned to the side, took out a small notebook and recorded: "Green eyes are resistant to sleep, the dosage needs to be doubled next time."

Li Piaoqing looked around. She didn't find that the small bag had been moved. At this time, she would definitely not cast her gaze toward the hall. She hoped that the young man was just preparing in advance and would appear on this sword field as promised in a while... She would definitely cheer loudly for him.

But at least the name hanging in the first column still had no trace, and on the Jade Sword Platform, the discussion of the top eight had already begun.

The first one was Qi Mengchen.

A lingering hidden pain began to float in the brain.

Even with the help of the Quail Head, he still experienced the pain of excessive heart and spirit use again, but at that time he could be idle for a while, now he put down this twenty-second bead, and there was still half left on the wall in front of him.

The black cat had tried hard to help him soothe the back of his head. Seeing Pei Ye took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a while, about a quarter of an hour, then reopened them, pursed his lips and took the twenty-third bead from the wall.

Qi Mengchen directly challenged Nan Guannu.

Bai Fei's ninth was indeed a boundary.

No one felt that he still had the energy to move forward, because the sword fight between the two women showed another level in an instant.

Worthy of being a genius on the Fu List, even if it was just comparing sword techniques, even if both were in the spiritual realm, one could see those deeper sword releases and more excellent sword moves. The two fought wonderfully and beautifully, 【Pearl Guard】's sword was originally fairy-like, and Nan Guannu's 【South Gazing Startled Falling Feather, Sleeping with Sword in Flowers】 was the most appropriate definition, and in the middle of the battle, both splashed out extremely wonderful intent swords.

But it was in the game of intent swords that Qi Mengchen began to fall into a disadvantage.

The Book Compilation Meeting's 【Sword Outside Sword】 for this woman was very appropriate. Her comfort zone was in watching swords, and in the time of understanding each other before the battle began, but Nan Guannu obviously knew this, and had prepared enough strange sword intent for her two years ago.

Ultimately, she ended this sword fight with a 【Butterfly Turning Feather】. The countless audience members on the sword platform seemed to have really seen butterflies all over the sky. Such a stunning experience could be expected to be praised for a long time.

The two returned to the Jade Sword Platform, bid farewell to the surroundings and sat down. The Book Compilation Meeting did not go through much discussion, and judged the result of this discussion, and no one in the hall had any objection.

But there was a new link starting from here. Chen Lihuai, who gathered the opinions of the Book Compilation Meeting, bowed respectfully to the front of the hall: "Governor, the one hundred and fortieth discussion, Qi Mengchen eighth challenges seventh. The Book Compilation Meeting judged that the two's talents are similar, and since the sword fight was lost, they should return to their original positions."

Many people in the hall were slightly surprised. Ren Zixin covered her mouth—this was a challenge across six names!

It was quiet in the remote room, as if it were two worlds from the Jade Sword Platform.

About a quarter of an hour passed, the young man who was staring at the bead sighed lightly and moved the bead away from his eyes.

Then he took out a notebook and began to list them seriously from top to bottom with clumsy handwriting.

【First Bead】

1. Cloud Wave Building "Sword Covering the Bright Moon"

2. Unknown, A1

3. Unknown, A2

4. Suspected to be Five Sword Blessed Land, A3

5....

Until listing a long line, Seeing Pei Ye put this one back in its original place and picked up the second one.

His lips were slightly pursed, looking like he was doing something that made him feel difficult with full seriousness.

(End of chapter)

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xs007zhuikereadw23zw ===== CHAPTER 428 =====

And in the next discussion, Zuo Sheng remained silent and pointed his sword directly at Cui Zhaoye.

The entire venue went quiet for a moment; everyone was watching the three figures at the very front, and finally, one had been brought into the scope of debate.

【The Thirty-Fourth】

First, suspected Yuquan Mountain, Geng-One.

Seeing Pei Ye finished writing this line and pinched his brow; after enduring this bout of pain, he tried hard to recall the feelings within his mind.

This sword art, like many before it, was the first time he had seen it, but it was starting to become difficult for him to remember. It was not just because of the exhaustion of his mind, but because the temperament of this sword art itself required quite deep comprehension.

Its killing intent was cold and sharp to the extreme; Seeing Pei Ye had never seen a sword that made one's heart feel so chilled, and this was where it stood out and captivated others.

But at a deeper layer beneath such sharp, cold killing intent... Seeing Pei Ye frowned and tapped the table lightly, then suddenly his brow relaxed slightly—that was it, forming a sword in the mist, and it could also give birth to a sword.

He picked up his brush to annotate a few words at the end and continued writing downward.

This bead took a bit longer, about a quarter of an hour.

【Heavenly Gift of Feathers】 Cui Zhaoye, the closed-door disciple of the Yuquan Mountain Master, and also the most gifted one among his peers, was able to receive the sole transmission of "Mayfly Transforms into Hong," which had not been learned by anyone for seventy years, and was seen as the omen of Yuquan Mountain's revival.

He was just nineteen, but two years ago he had already reached the Eighth Life Realm; countless people called him the brightest sword in Shao-Long, acting as the light to Xiang Zongyuan's shadow, precisely because of their equally powerful and extraordinary talent, yet diametrically opposed personalities.

Now he was four years younger than Zuo Sheng; even if he lost to Zuo Sheng, he would likely not change his position, and this discussion might not even open at all.

But the very first moment Zuo Sheng cast his gaze over, he stood up with his sword.

"The One Hundred and Forty-Second Discussion, Fifth, Zuo Sheng, challenges Third, Cui Zhaoye. Discussion not yet held, requesting a sword duel first."

As the clear, resonant voice fell, the entire venue surged in an instant. The Book-Cultivation Society thus entered its true climax; even those who did not understand the Jianghu world had long heard these names.

Now, every one of the top five carried a legend; the sword duel between them, facing each other head-on, was something countless people had been anticipating and debating for two months.

Two figures flew down onto the sword stage, and all eyes were cast upon them; they had just seen Zuo Sheng's power with their own eyes, and the lingering excitement had not yet faded, while the figure opposite him would only be more worth anticipating.

The legendary 【Heavenly Gift of Feathers】 had long since no longer needed to prove anything to himself in advance; the clamorous Ten-Direction Arena and the Sword Stage Book-Cultivation could not even touch the hem of his robes. Since receiving the sword letter and arriving at the Fucheng, he had only been waiting for these few peak battles.

Now, he was finally about to draw his sword.

They exchanged sword salutes.

Zuo Sheng drew his sword, pulling a line of ink across the stage.

And at the end of that ink line was a sword light that almost illuminated the entire sword stage.

People gasped; such an intense opening exceeded imagination—this was the very final sword he had just used to end Yan Bingjian!

This sword, of course, did not truly illuminate the entire sword stage, and what filled the sword stage was by no means a dazzling sword light.

They were soft and clear; that was the radiance of a bright pearl.

Zuo Sheng studied under the previous generation's Pearl Guardian, and this was precisely that senior's famous intent-sword, 【Illuminating Water White Moon】.

It was almost unimaginable that such a clear and beautiful sword could erupt from this silent black-clad figure, but it indeed approached the ultimate; in an instant, the cold and beautiful realm enveloped the countless spectators beneath the sword stage. The fiery sword of Yan Bingjian had just been extinguished by such a cold and beautiful water-moon, sinking to the bottom of the lake.

How would Cui Zhaoye face such a near-flawless realm?

Cui Zhaoye drew his sword from its sheath, his sharp eyes lifted, and countless people gasped in silence for an instant.

Because their skin all felt a piercing, icy cold.

This sword light went straight to meet Zuo Sheng; the realm of 【Illuminating Water White Moon】 wrapped around it, but it did not submerge it; instead, it helped it hone a sharp, icy killing intent!

Everyone seemed to hear a sharp screeching; clearly, it was a heart-stopping killing intent quenched from such deep cold, yet it was as if a straight gap had been burned into the realm of the water-moon.

"Yuquan Sword-Casting Art" · 【Cold Spring Quenches Sword】

No one had expected that this cold and beautiful intent-sword that had submerged Yan Bingjian would be broken in a single strike before Cui Zhaoye; even though they had been anticipating it for many days, they had never thought they would see such a sword light that chilled the entire venue.

This was already a sword of ultimate killing intent, and Cui Zhaoye had pushed it to the ultimate of the ultimate!

No one could think of how to block such a sword—all those stunning sword arts seen before were useless... until the next moment, Zuo Sheng pursed his lips and twisted his sword wrist, and everything suddenly turned pitch black.

It was still the same realm, but the white moon suddenly extinguished, the heavy water suddenly rose, and everything dimmed—only then did everyone see that this was never an autumn moon on a lake surface; this was actually the bottom of a deserted abyss, with cliffs on both sides reaching a thousand fathoms high. When this bright pearl extinguished, the entire world was left with only terrifying, sinking cold.

Defeating Yan Bingjian just now was still not the limit of his strength; this black-clad swordsman, silent as a mute, was only now showing everyone his profound and heavy sword path.

And this sword was by no means plagiarizing others; it was what those walking on the mountain of the sword path were attempting—a dual-born intent-sword within a single realm, 【Dark Pearl Sinks into Abyss】.

Many people immediately re-recognized the height of that previous generation 【Pearl Guardian】's sword path, and on the current sword stage, what Cui Zhaoye's cold sword had burned through was only the pearl light; now, the dark water and the cliff walls were all pressing in, and this sharp, cold sword seemed to have nowhere left to escape.

Realms of "suppression" were inherently things that only those with deep restraint and extreme resilience could create and learn, and they had always been rare and difficult to deal with; clearly, for Zuo Sheng, 【Dark Pearl Sinks into Abyss】 was the true condensation of his fifteen years of silent sword practice.

Cui Zhaoye pursed his lips tightly, his eyes earnest and bright, and then on such a sword field, he suddenly closed his eyes and loosened his sword.

【Cast into Water, Transforms into Dragon】

This sword fell into the water abyss, but it did not sink; instead, it transformed into a dragon that was equally sharp and icy cold, leaping up from the bottom of the abyss!

Fine ice crystals formed on the water surface, frost covered the cliff walls, and the sword-dragon broke through the water.

Countless people gasped at such a stunning realm, yet a dragon, after all, was not a true dragon; it could not fly on the clouds, and the two intent-swords entered a contest of strength in an instant—no one knew if the dragon was sharper or if the water abyss was deeper.

But this contest of strength lasted only for an instant.

The dragon leaped out of the water, Cui Zhaoye opened his eyes, and lowered his hand to re-grasp the falling long sword.

Then came a change no one had expected, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on Zuo Sheng's face—within the abyss, it had long been filled with mist.

The long blade quenched water into smoke, and deep within this ultimate killing intent of the Cold Spring Quenched Sword, there were actually countless hazy white mists.

A deep ravine could trap a dragon, but it could not trap clouds and mist; the sword-dragon transformed into the mist, and when it condensed again, it was already outside the realm of the water abyss.

【Sword Born in Mist】

Cui Zhaoye drew this quenched precious sword from the mist, the sword edge bright, pressing against Zuo Sheng's throat.

The entire venue erupted in fierce cheers; the two's understanding and development of intent-swords were on a completely different level from those before them, and countless people felt their horizons broadened. Zuo Sheng was already stunning enough, and this first sword strike from the 【Heavenly Gift of Feathers】 was just as legendary as his reputation.

Four years apart, yet he had not even used that legendary "Mayfly Transforms into Hong."

This discussion was settled quickly; Sui Zaihua nodded without looking at the note, and thus the clear, resonant voice was transmitted outside the stage.

"The One Hundred and Forty-Second Discussion, Zuo Sheng, Fifth challenges Third. Sword duel concluded, discussion without concern, settled: Sword Book Fifth."

(End of chapter)

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