At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 312 Qingyao Challenges Peach Blossom Sword God
"sizzle"

Everyone who saw this scene opened their eyes wide, with expressions of disbelief and astonishment.

Many people with low cultivation had no idea what was going on. They were confused and looked around.

All warriors above the Grandmaster level held their breath, not daring to even blink, for fear of missing out on something and regretting it for the rest of their lives.

"Do it."

The great elder of Sanqing Mountain secretly thought, "What's the point of always having qi colliding?"

Many of these people were there to watch the show. As long as Xiao Han and the sloppy man fought, no matter who won or lost in the end, there would be no loss for them. Instead, they could witness with their own eyes the strongest sword battle in the world. Why not do it?

Unfortunately, no matter how much they urged him, the man on the throne remained indifferent.

After a moment, the energy that suppressed the heaven and earth suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Above the sky, the twilight dissipated and night fell, lightning flashed and thunder roared, dark clouds gathered and rolled, and strong winds blew.

It seemed to be telling everyone that everything that had just happened was not fake, but really existed.

"buzzing"

On the stone platform, the ancient sword on the sloppy man's back gradually calmed down, but the Peach Blossom Sword God did not dare to be careless in his heart.

The people watching the ceremony all looked extremely disappointed. They had not expected that after a brief confrontation of energy, Xiao Han did not take action but instead stopped.

Many people speculated that the reason might be that the King of Xiliang felt that today was not a good time to fight with the Peach Blossom Sword God.

After all, if he were to die, people would inevitably feel ashamed.

"Qing Yao."

On the big seat, Xiao Han picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said lightly: "Don't you want to compete for the position of Sword Palace Master?"

"Now it's your turn."

"Me?" Qingyao's face fell, and she muttered softly: "My lord, did I hear it wrong, or did you say it wrong?"

"Let me fight with the Peach Blossom Sword God?"

Qingyao said unhappily, "I think you think too highly of me, Qingyao."

"Why, are you scared?"

Xiao Han joked: "Who was it just now who vowed to become the Palace Master of the Sword Palace?"

The previous confrontation with the sloppy man was not aimless, but was to probe the background of this Peach Blossom Sword God.

After all, in the past few years, Xiao Han's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, from the celestial realm to the terrestrial immortal realm.

But the sloppy man is definitely not standing still.

After a brief exchange of energy, he had already figured out the sloppy man's strengths. He had indeed made progress, but not as good as Xiao Han.

That's why he had the confidence to let Qingyao go on stage.

I do want to, though."

Qingyao looked hesitant.

"Go."

Xiao Han's tone left no room for doubt, "Just show your true abilities."

Things have come to this point, Qingyao doesn't want to continue to refuse, she looks at the sloppy man with a fighting spirit in her eyes.

"it is good."

She nodded slightly, took a step forward, carrying a sword box on her back, crossed the void with her skirt fluttering, passed the crowd, landed on the stone platform, her back to Xiao Han, facing the Peach Blossom Sword God.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't nervous. After all, I was facing one of the strongest sword masters in the world.

"Senior, I'm offended."

Qingyao calmed herself down, bowed slightly, and forced herself to suppress the last distracting thoughts in her heart, leaving only a desire to fight.

She has been practicing sword for a long time. In the first year after she came to Xiliang from the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, she started to read the sword manual in the sharpening hall. After writing down all the sword manuals word for word, she began to practice sword by herself. It has been many years now. Qingyao's heart has long been in Xiliang. She practices sword not only for herself, but also for that man.

She wanted to do her best and contribute her own strength to his cause, no matter how small it was.

But Qingyao was still willing to do it because she saw hope in Xiao Han and Xiliang.

A hope that belongs to oneself, belongs to the former Yue people, and belongs to the people of the world.

"An old friend of Miss Qingyao asked me to ask her a question today."

The slovenly man spoke.

"What?"

Qingyao frowned slightly.

"Miss Qingyao, is it okay for you to stay in the Xiliang Palace?"

The sloppy man said so.

"Nature is wonderful."

Qingyao replied that she had already guessed who this old friend was, but she didn't care. This bond had been completely severed since she left the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion.

At least for her, it had been cut off.

"That's good."

The sloppy man did not continue to ask, he just passed on a message. It was a pity for the old friend, as he and Qingyao had already been on two different paths.

"Miss Qingyao, please take action."

He waved.

"out…"

Qingyao's pretty face was indifferent, and her beautiful eyes were full of fighting spirit and murderous intent. The sword energy surged all over her body. Apart from other things, just this surging sword energy would not be possible without decades of hard training.

"Such a strong sword spirit."

A great master of the Northern Wei Dynasty spoke with a solemn expression, his tone full of emotion and amazement.

The masters in the Xiliang Palace are all monsters, each one more powerful than the other, including Yuwen Yulou, Qingyao, and Liu Xuanxuan, who has a close relationship with Xiao Han, not to mention the guards behind Xiao Han.

They are all murderous and have great skills, and it is hard to tell their depth.

The wooden box on her back vibrated, and then the mechanism popped open. A Qingshuang sword flew out of the box and fell into Qingyao's hand. Holding the three-foot sword in her hand, her aura rose steadily, and the extreme sharpness permeated, rising up into the sky.

There were faint sword auras in the void, flashing with cold light, which made people afraid.

He took a step forward, and the three-foot sword in his hand vibrated, emitting a loud sword sound. The sword tip slashed down, carrying with it the surging sword energy, and went towards the Peach Blossom Sword God.

This sword has already faintly felt the aura of the Celestial Realm. The sword energy is surging, containing a sharp and domineering sword intent. The killing power contained in it has even set foot in the Celestial Realm.

"So strong."

Such power made the people around shudder.

However, the Qingfeng sword stopped three feet in front of the sloppy man, unable to move forward, just like the sword that Wuming had used to kill him just now.

The Sword God is the Sword God.

Even though Qingyao's sword had the killing power of the celestial realm, it was still not enough in front of the sloppy man.

The sloppy man waved his sleeves, and the sword energy in front of him shattered. He burst out with tremendous force and pushed forward, carrying Qingyao's body, flying backwards uncontrollably and landing on the side of the stone platform.

Such miraculous means can be described as mysterious.

Qingyao's heart trembled. Although she knew that she was no match for the Peach Blossom Sword God, she still felt depressed when he resolved her attack so easily.

The sloppy man's cultivation level is simply unfathomable, and he is on the same level as his son.

(End of this chapter)