Chapter 397: Sword Discussion Sparring II

By the second day, the number of people fighting had been reduced by half compared to the previous day, and the battles ended relatively early. Both Song Qingming and Huang Shengxin successfully defeated their opponents. Only Huang Siyuan had bad luck and encountered an opponent at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment. After a bitter battle, she was defeated as expected.

By the last day, the remaining thirty-odd cultivators had to go through two more battles to decide the final top ten cultivators, and then select the top three powerhouses of this Sword Discussion Assembly.

Among the cultivators who entered the final thirty, late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators already accounted for more than half. Although the remaining cultivators had lower cultivation bases, most of them were Foundation Establishment powerhouses who possessed one or two powerful magic tools and had extraordinary supernatural powers. There were not many left who could pass two rounds by relying on their own luck.

At the beginning of this round, Song Qingming's luck was still good. He faced a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect at the peak of the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment. Although this person had a second-tier top-grade flying sword, he didn't have much fighting experience, and his strength was only slightly stronger than the bald big man Song Qingming took down yesterday. Although Song Qingming spent more time fighting this time, he still took down this person without any danger.

Next, as long as he won one more game, he could enter the top ten. However, this time Song Qingming also ushered in a truly powerful opponent, an old man in yellow robes whose cultivation base had reached the peak of the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment.

After this person took the stage, seeing that Song Qingming's cultivation base was only at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment, a flash of joy quickly appeared in his eyes. Now that everyone had only one last opponent left to enter the top ten, and among the remaining less than twenty people, Song Qingming's cultivation base at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment was clearly ranked at the back.

This old man in yellow robes took the initiative to attack as soon as he came up. With a wave of his hand, he released a white jade bottle. Under the control of the old man in yellow robes, the mouth of the white jade bottle suddenly emitted a burst of intense red light, and a scorching flame like a long sharp arrow shot directly at Song Qingming.

"This old man, what a powerful fire control technique!" Seeing the old man in yellow robes use the white jade bottle in his hand to increase the power of an ordinary fire arrow technique by several times, Song Qingming couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Just as Song Qingming had just cast a spell to change into a protective shield to block this blow, he didn't want to feel several more hot spiritual auras attacking from around his body. Looking up, the old man in yellow robes had already changed several fire arrows with similar power to before from the white jade bottle. These fire arrows were not only powerful, but also flew out from the jade bottle continuously, soon forming a rain of arrows.

Seeing this, Song Qingming could only take out the Bishui Bell to block in front of him, blocking these arrows in front of him.

But before Song Qingming could catch his breath, the old man in yellow robes in the distance suddenly cast another spell to throw two white jade bottles identical to the previous ones into the air. As fire arrows began to shoot out from these two jade bottles, the number of arrows shooting at Song Qingming suddenly increased by several times.

"He can actually operate three identical magic tools at the same time. It seems this guy's spiritual sense is also somewhat extraordinary."

Facing the rain of fire falling from the sky, Song Qingming could only cast a spell to control the Bishui Bell to cover himself directly inside, which blocked the rain of fire released by the old man in yellow robes outside.

Fortunately, the quality of this second-tier top-grade defensive magic tool, the Bishui Bell, was very good. It was difficult for the spell attacks of ordinary cultivators of the same tier to break its defense. Relying on the powerful defensive power of the Bishui Bell, Song Qingming patiently blocked this wave of attacks.

After the fire arrows in the old man's bottle stopped shooting, Song Qingming lifted the Bishui Bell, which had become nearly a zhang high, with one hand and smashed it directly toward the top of the old man in yellow robes' head.

Just as the Bishui Bell flew into mid-air, the old man in yellow robes had already made a response, directly taking out a black copper mirror and placing it in front of his chest.

Unexpectedly, just as the Bishui Bell flew in front of the old man in yellow robes, it suddenly stopped. Immediately after, Song Qingming's figure suddenly appeared under the Bishui Bell. A black long knife in his hand slashed directly at the old man in yellow robes' feet, and at the same time, another smaller short blade had turned into a sharp blade and shot toward the opponent's head.

Seeing this, the old man in yellow robes was not panicked. He jumped up to dodge Song Qingming's knife. After flying into mid-air, the black copper mirror in his hand flashed with spiritual light, and it turned into a copper mirror three feet in size and blocked in front of him, blocking the short blade that was chasing him.

Seeing that the old man in yellow robes dodged his blow so easily, Song Qingming's face didn't change, but he took out the Soul-Bewitching Banner and released a burst of black smoke to hide his figure.

"Hmph! Do you think I can't find you if you hide?" After the old man in yellow robes chuckled, he again controlled the three white jade bottles in his hand to merge into one, and cast a spell from the air to release another rain of fire falling to the ground.

At this moment, Song Qingming, who was hiding in the smoke, seemed to have no other way, and could only release the Bishui Bell again to dodge this sharp attack. Soon, the old man in yellow robes found the location of the Bishui Bell in the smoke and concentrated all his attacks around it.

Following a sharp shout from the old man in yellow robes, a flame spear as thick as a water bucket appeared in the old man in yellow robes' hand. The old man in yellow robes, holding the sharp weapon, rushed down directly to Song Qingming's location, wanting to use this blow to directly pierce through the defense of the Bishui Bell on Song Qingming's body.

However, this blow from the old man in yellow robes still failed to break the defense of the Bishui Bell covered on the ground, which made the old man in yellow robes show a look of surprise on his face. He originally thought that this Bishui Bell was just an ordinary second-tier top-grade defensive magic tool, but he didn't expect that this magic tool in Song Qingming's hand had been added with silver sand stone after being forged by Long Feng, and it was no longer comparable to ordinary second-tier magic tools.

Seeing that the blow failed, the old man in yellow robes wanted to retreat, but unexpectedly, several water arrows shot out from the Bishui Bell in front of him. The old man in yellow robes could only stop his figure, wanting to use the black copper mirror in his hand to block this attack. At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the side of the old man in yellow robes, and a black silver knife had already appeared beside him.

The old man in yellow robes didn't expect this sudden blow at all. Following an unexpected scream, the old man in yellow robes was knocked flying several zhang away by Song Qingming's knife, and even the black copper mirror he had been holding in his hand fell off the stone platform.

"Weren't you hiding inside the bronze bell all the time? How did you suddenly run outside?" The old man in yellow robes, who fell to the ground, looked at Song Qingming with surprise, still unable to figure out how he, who had been hiding in the Bishui Bell, appeared outside this magic tool.

"Haha! Which eye did you see me hiding inside all the time?"

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