Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind, and the voice fell clearly into the ears of everyone: "I also think it is better to make it clear in advance, so as to avoid misunderstandings in the middle and damage the reputation of our palace."

Master Hua Ming's expression changed slightly, and when he looked back, he saw that Jian Xin had arrived at the trial field at some point.

"Elder Jianxin, the Palace Master has designated me as a witness for this duel. You are meddling too much. This is against the rules." Master Hua Ming said in a deep voice.

"The Palace Master only asked you to be a witness, not a judge. Besides, don't you know that there are two witnesses?

[Jinxiu Qi] The Song family asked you to be a witness, so what's wrong with the Wangyue Song family asking me to be a witness?

Elder Hua Ming, don't forget that our duty is to ensure that this battle is held in a fair, just and open environment in order to eliminate the grievances between the two tribes. The specific extent of the battle is decided by the two tribe leaders themselves, and our palace will not interfere. "

Jianxin responded sharply, refusing to give in, and directly stated the attitude of the Wanxiang Palace.

Master Hua Ming's eyes flickered and his expression looked somewhat ugly.

In terms of status, he is an outer sect elder, and Jianxin is a walk-on in the palace and a trusted aide of the palace master. If the other party insists on intervening, he really has no way to deal with it.

The most crucial thing is the Palace Master’s attitude in this matter.

The reason why Kenshin was able to become a walking official outside the palace was not only because she was the confidant of the palace master, but also because she did not form cliques or engage in personal gain. She was a firm and selfless contributor.

So when she said that it was Wangyue Song's request, Hua Ming didn't believe a word of it.

"It turns out that I misunderstood the Palace Master's meaning. In this case, let Elder Jianxin announce the rules." Without much hesitation, Hua Ming chose to admit defeat, and at the same time secretly gave Song Wuji a helpless look.

Song Wuji looked at Song Changsheng with a gloomy look. He didn't expect that Song Changsheng would take away one of his chips in this way. It was really unexpected.

He had met Elder Jianxin several times before, but was always rejected. He didn't expect that Song Changsheng could actually invite him.

"Let Elder Hua Ming come. I am here only to bear witness."

"Okay, I'll do it then." Master Hua Ming laughed dryly, looked at everyone and said, "According to the wishes of both parties, this is a life-and-death battle, which can cause serious injuries or death, but after one party admits defeat, the other party cannot continue to attack.

In addition, the warring parties can only use magical instruments that match their realm, and are prohibited from using talismans, elixirs, or disposable lethal magical instruments, spiritual possession, etc.

The game is played in a best-of-three format and all three games must be played.

No one may interfere with the normal progress of the battle.

This battle will be witnessed by the Wanxiang Palace. Everyone, is this clear enough?" Master Hua Ming's eyes swept over everyone.

"Since everyone agrees, the first foundation-building battle will begin now. Please ask the cultivators from both sides to enter the trial field."

"Uncle, then my grandson will go first." Song Youfu said with energy.

"Well, it's better to be careful."

"You can rest assured."

Song Youfu flew into the trial field, looked at Song Wuji and others with a provocative look on his face, and said loudly: "Song Youfu of the Wangyue Song family, who will fight me!"

"Xuan'er, go and kill this guy's arrogance. The quicker the better." Song Wuji looked at a young man in white clothes beside him with sparkling eyes, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Don't worry, Patriarch. I will make these poor people know what happens if they betray the family." The young man in white was full of vigor and walked into the trial field with a few steps. He glanced at Song Youfu with a cold and arrogant face and said, "Song Xinxuan of the Song family of the [Jinxiu Banner]."

Just by standing there, Song Youfu could feel a chilling murderous intent from him. This man was definitely not a useless piece of paper. His hands were definitely stained with blood.

"Strike first is the strongest!"

An idea flashed through Song Youfu's mind. He rolled up his sleeves, tightly grasped the bow, bent the bow, and drew the arrow in one go.

"Boom"

The bowstring trembled slightly, and the red arrow streaked across the sky like a comet, arriving in an instant, bringing out a series of explosions in the air.

There was a hint of surprise in Song Xinxuan's eyes. In the world of cultivation, there were very few people who practiced archery. He didn't expect to meet one here.

"Swish"

The three-foot-long sword was unsheathed, and the bright sword light illuminated the sky, directly cutting off the arrow, and then quickly rushed forward.

For a sharpshooter, space is particularly important. He must search for the enemy thousands of miles away, kill him with one strike, and then escape thousands of miles away. This is the essence of a sharpshooter.

Therefore, as long as the environment is right, the deterrent power of a sharpshooter is quite terrifying.

It's a pity that this is a trial field, and there is not enough space for him to move around and hide. As long as we get within ten feet of him, we can destroy his greatest reliance.

Song Youfu naturally understood this, and he stepped back quickly with his toes, drawing the bow in his hand and shooting arrows repeatedly. In one breath, he shot out more than ten arrows.

After this round of attack, anyone would be in a state of panic for a while.

But Song Xinxuan's response was textbook-like. He combined his sword skills with his body skills and avoided most of the arrows by moving around.

Every time he swung the sword in his hand, he could accurately cut off an arrow without any unnecessary movements. After all the attacks, his speed was not affected at all.

"My uncle is in danger." Song Jingrun looked worried.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Song Xinxuan was top-notch in both combat experience and physical skills, and the environment of the trial field also provided him with convenience. Song Youfu was already at a disadvantage.

"Song Xinxuan is the leader of the younger generation of the Jinxiu Banner. He has been training on the battlefield of the East China Sea since he was a child. He started fighting against the sea tribe at the age of twelve. He is a very strong opponent."

Song Jingrui said calmly that before coming here, he had read all the information about the [Jinxiu Banner], and Song Xinxuan was one of the key targets.

"In that case, my uncle is in danger."

"The situation is still uncertain, don't jump to conclusions so quickly. Although Youfu seems to be a nobody on weekdays, he is actually a very strong-willed person. It won't be easy for Song Xinxuan to win." Song Changsheng said lightly.

At this moment, in the trial field, the fight between the two has reached a white-hot stage.

The refined gold floor of the trial field was covered with traces of the fight between the two men.

Song Youfu was panting heavily. The continuous shooting of the bow consumed a lot of his energy. Without the help of elixirs, his spiritual power was already running out.

Since he started practicing, Song Xinxuan was undoubtedly the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, and his archery skills, which had always been successful, had now achieved the worst results since his practice.

Of course, this was also related to the fact that he could not use the [Dragon String Bow], and had lost his greatest support.

"I don't believe it!" Song Youfu's blood surged in his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and the ferocity buried deep in his heart was completely aroused.

He reached out and took out an ancient animal skin quiver, which contained seven arrows of different colors.

"Kaiyang!"

Song Youfu took out a bow and put it on the bow. The blood in his body surged and veins bulged on his forehead and arms.

"Swish"

The arrow pierced the air like a rainbow piercing the sun, leaving a scarlet trail in the sky.

In an instant, Song Xinxuan's heart was filled with alarm bells, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his mind. He continued to advance and for the first time took the initiative to distance himself from Song Youfu.

But the arrow came too fast and too fiercely, beyond his ability to react autonomously. His fighting instincts from years of fighting with the sea creatures made his body take a defensive stance at the first moment. But what he didn't expect was that the arrow actually exploded directly in the air, and in an instant, he was completely submerged in the red light produced by the explosion.

This arrow was refined by Song Changsheng in imitation of the [Seven-Star Arrow] that is matched with the [Dragon String Bow]. Each arrow is of the second-grade top-grade level, and its power itself is already very terrifying.

The self-destruction would kill one thousand enemies but injure eight hundred of your own, but the power increased exponentially and instantly pierced through Song Xinxuan's [Body Protection Spiritual Energy].

At the critical moment when his life was hanging by a thread, the white clothes on Song Xinxuan's body shattered, revealing a golden silk silk clothes. This precious clothes withstood most of the impact of the explosion.

Even so, some fragments pierced the golden silk clothes and embedded deeply into his flesh, and bright red blood rolled down in strings.

Song Xinxuan got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and as his spiritual energy vibrated, all the fragments were forced out by him.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Song Youfu with a cold and fierce look like a ghost. He stood with a sword in hand and said, "The last time I was hurt was by a crab monster, and in the end it became my spiritual food to restore my strength."

"Pooh"

Song Youfu spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said vulgarly, "You think I was brought up by fear? Just because I killed a few seafoods, I think I'm invincible, right? Pah!"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths!"

Song Xinxuan's eyes were cold as he suddenly thrust the sword into the floor tiles in front of him. In an instant, countless silver-white lines spread out from the tip of the sword, quickly covering the entire trial field. Endless sword energy suddenly appeared out of thin air, surging endlessly.

"Minor Mystical Power [Endless Sword Domain]"

Song Youfu's expression was slightly serious. He stretched out his hand and summoned a small round shield, which he held firmly in front of him.

"kill!"

With a sharp roar, thousands of phantoms of long swords condensed beside Song Xinxuan and swarmed towards the direction where Song Youfu was.

In an instant, Song Youfu's vision was filled with whistling sword energy and the shadow of the long sword.

"boom--"

The round shield in front of him shattered like porcelain.

Song Youfu's eyes were wide open with anger, and the muscles on his arms bulged rapidly, expanding several times. The veins on his forehead were exposed, and he punched out, his blood vessels burst, and all the shadows of the long swords instantly disappeared.

The years of concentrating on body training in Hanchi are not for nothing!

Song Xinxuan was extremely surprised. He originally thought that this was just a very simple fight and he only needed to take off his opponent's head to report. However, he never thought that Song Youfu's performance exceeded his expectations time and time again.

Even his most proud little magical power was unable to defeat the opponent.

"I admit that I underestimated you before. This is the last sword. Either you die or I lose!"

Song Xinxuan bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of crystal clear blood that splashed onto Qingfeng. The sword made a crisp sword chant and emitted a dazzling blood light. All the remaining spiritual power in his body was injected into the sword in his hand at this moment, and his arms began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

This will be the most powerful sword he has ever struck in his life. He is betting his future on it. No matter what, he must win this battle!
"kill!"

Song Xinxuan shouted suddenly, and chopped down with the green sword. The blood-red sword energy, which was a meter long, left a deep groove, two fingers wide, on the floor tile made of fine gold.

Even the Purple Mansion cultivators were frightened by the power he displayed.

At the same time, Song Youfu took out five arrows from the quiver again.

"Tianshu!"

"Tianxuan!"

"Tianji!"

"Tianquan!"

"Yuheng!"

Song Youfu's face turned red, and a hazy layer of blood appeared on his body. As he drew the bow, his aura was rising steadily.

His limit is to use three [Seven Star Arrows] at a time, but if he burns his own essence, he is confident that he can use five!

If Song Xinxuan dares to gamble his path, then he dares to gamble his life!

He is afraid of death, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the courage to fight for his life.

At this moment, the competition is about who is less afraid of death!

He always bears in mind the family honor and the century-old blood feud!
"Fuck your grandma!"

"Wow—"

Five arrows were shot out at the same time, like five bright stars sweeping forward.

"boom--"

The arrow collided with the blood-colored sword energy, causing a shocking explosion. The violent impact of the explosion directly knocked the two people away, and blood splattered in the sky.

Song Changsheng took a step forward and caught Song Youfu steadily. With a wave of his hand, the [Law of Life] fell down, calming his constantly burning origin. Then he took out a [Blood Crystal] and put it into his mouth, and handed it to Song Jingyuan beside him, saying: "Help him refine it."

"Eh."

Song Jingyuan and others took it in a hurry. No one expected that Song Youfu could actually do this.

On the other side, Song Xinxuan also fell into a coma. His condition was not much better than Song Youfu's. He had over a hundred injuries all over his body and his breath was extremely weak.

"In this battle, the two races ended in a tie, with no winner." Hua Ming then announced the result with mixed emotions. The two Foundation Establishment juniors had fought to this point, and the next two games were simply unimaginable.

"I protest!"

Song Wuji's face turned pale, and he pointed at Song Youfu who was also in a coma, and said angrily: "The master has said before that disposable magic weapons cannot be used in a duel. The other party violated the rules!"

Hearing this, Song Jingyuan was furious and said, "How ridiculous! A sharpshooter is not allowed to use arrows. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"

"This is the rule!" Song Wuji retorted.

“Elder Hua Ming said earlier that disposable magic weapons are not allowed to be used. My grandson’s arrows are all reusable, not disposable.

At best, it's just a self-destruction of a magic weapon. If you don't agree, you can follow suit.

There are still arrows, the two elders can check them." Song Changsheng said with a cold look.

"You are so strong..."

"Wuji, that's enough." Song Tianyuan interrupted him coldly: "If we lose, we lose. We can afford to win, and we can afford to lose!"

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