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Chapter 255 Your Majesty Li Chen, are you reading this? (Please subscribe and give me a monthly ticket)

The eternal sword-fighting event is held every ten years.

It is the most grand sword cultivation ceremony in the Tiance Dynasty and its surrounding countries.

The venue for this event is the "Tianjian Mountains" in the east of the Tiance Dynasty. The mountains are towering and shrouded in clouds and mist, like a giant dragon entrenched between heaven and earth.

In the center of the mountain range, a huge martial arts arena rises from the ground. It is a natural and magnificent work of art, as if it was carved by gods themselves.

Hundreds of thousands of spectator seats surrounded the martial arts arena, and the densely packed crowd surged like a tide. The noise, cheers, and discussions intertwined together, forming a deafening wave of sound.

Dozens of huge light screens were suspended above the martial arts arena, projecting every detail of the arena clearly. Even the audience farthest away could see it clearly.

It is said that this kind of "technology" is something from ancient times, and modern monks cannot find the materials.

In the center of the martial arts arena, there stands a sword-shaped stone tablet that is a hundred feet tall. The tablet is engraved with ancient sword patterns and exudes a sharp sword energy.

This is the place where all the champions of all generations are worthy of leaving their sword marks and names. There are already ninety-nine of them, and this time they will compete for the hundredth place.

Anyone whose name can be engraved here will surely be passed down through the ages and admired by the world.

Thinking of this, which contestant would not be excited and want to take a chance on this stone tablet?

This sword-fighting conference not only attracted young sword cultivators from the Tiance Dynasty, but also talented sword cultivators from neighboring countries.

The inheritance of the Sword God is the highest honor that countless sword practitioners dream of. Whoever can stand out in this event will become famous and become the new generation of sword leader.

There was a constant stream of traffic and a lot of noise around the martial arts arena.

The spectators from all the major cities had already surrounded the martial arts arena, and after the staff of Piaomiao Immortal Alliance checked their tickets, they entered one after another.

Many people fought for a seat to watch the game.

As the organizer of this event, Piaomiao Immortal Alliance had already sold out all the tickets, and many scalpers even took the opportunity to raise the price and make a fortune.

On the rostrum of the martial arts arena, the leaders of the five major sword sects gathered together with extraordinary momentum.

The leader of Tianku Sword Tomb, "Crying Sword Venerable" Mo Wulei, is dressed in a black robe and has a stern face. His sad temperament makes people know the sect at a glance.

When passing by him, one could sense a powerful negative force sweeping over him.

The leader of the Sky Sword Sect, the "Sky Sword Saint" Ling Tianfeng, is dressed in flowing white and has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He has three swords, which are the three swords of the Sky Sword Sect.

It is said that each sword has killed countless lives.

The leader of the Nether Sword Valley, the "Nether Sword Demon" Ye Wushang, was shrouded in black mist, with only a pair of cold eyes showing. His temperament was a bit deep, giving people a feeling that he was impossible to see through.

Ye Wuyong’s swordsmanship is the most bizarre. He can kill people without leaving any trace. Few people are willing to offend the Nether Sword Valley.

The leader of Liuyun Sword Pavilion, the "Liuyun Sword Immortal" Yun Yufu, is dressed in a green shirt, holding a jade sword, with an extraordinary temperament, like a fairy from the sky who has descended to earth.

Liuyun Sword Pavilion has the strongest foundation among the five major sword sects, and Yun Yufu's strength is even more unfathomable.

The leader of Taixu Sword Palace, "Taixu Sword Master" Qu Zhongxu, was dressed in a purple robe, holding an ancient long sword, with a sudden and natural aura between his brows.

Just standing there, he looked like a sword, and was hailed as the strongest sword body!
The leaders of the five major sword sects each sat on the podium. Although they were polite to each other on the surface, there were hidden sharpness in their words.

"Master Mo, I heard that the 'Crying Blood Sword Master' from your Tianku Sword Tomb has been in seclusion for many years. I'm afraid he will shine at this sword competition." Ling Tianfeng smiled slightly, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

Mo Wulei snorted coldly and said calmly: "Sect Master Ling, you are too kind. That kid just broke through by luck. He is still far behind the 'Sky Sword Master' of your Cang Qiong Sword Sect."

Ye Wushang smiled grimly and interrupted, "Why are you two being so modest? My Nether Sword Valley's chief disciple has already mastered the 'Nine Swords of the Netherworld'. In this sword contest, I will let the world see how powerful my Nether Sword Valley is."

Yun Yufu smiled softly, her voice as sweet as a spring: "Why must Sect Master Ye be so aggressive? The way of the sword emphasizes a peaceful state of mind. Being too competitive will only make you fall behind."

Qu Zhongxu smiled faintly and said, "Sect Master Yun is right. The sword fight is just a competition. Why should we care too much about the victory or defeat?"

These five people are in a competitive relationship. Some of them have a good relationship, while some have a very bad relationship. They are all ruthless people with daggers hidden behind their smiles.

Behind them, disciples from various major sword sects were already gearing up to show their skills at the sword-fighting conference.

At the same time, in a corner of the martial arts arena, Luo Yong was standing among the contestants, feeling uneasy.

He looked up and around, only to see a sea of ​​people. Hundreds of thousands of eyes were staring at the contestants, as if they were watching their every move clearly.

“If so many people lose, it doesn’t matter if I lose, but I am now representing His Majesty Li Chen in the competition, and I absolutely cannot lose.” Luo Yong muttered to himself, his palms already oozing with sweat.

A young swordsman in green clothes beside him glanced at him and said with a smile: "Brother, is this your first time participating in a sword contest? Don't be nervous. Losing is no big deal. Anyway, we are already geniuses if we can enter the top 100."

This guy looks very kind, unlike the aggressive temperament of other sword cultivators.

Luo Yong smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you for your comfort, brother. I don't want to put pressure on myself, but this is the first time I've seen such a scene."

Unlike other sword cultivators, who were brought here by their elders who told them some precautions, Luo Yong came alone and was entrusted by His Majesty, so he was under tremendous pressure.

The green-clothed swordsman laughed, patted Luo Yong on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Who among us can make it into the top 100 without some skills? Who doesn't have some trump card? Just perform normally and show your strength." Luo Yong nodded, feeling a little more at ease.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. There was a faint golden light flowing on the sword, as if it contained infinite power.

This is the sword that His Majesty Li Chen personally refined for him. Although he cannot fully appreciate the mystery of it, he believes that His Majesty Li Chen will never lie to him.

"If you can't win, just inject energy into the hilt and wait to win."

Luo Yong silently repeated Li Chen's words in his heart, as if he had found his backbone, and the tension in his heart gradually dissipated.

At the same time, in the referee's seat, Jun Zhantian, the son of luck, was sitting lazily on his chair, his eyes swept over the contestants below, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

"These people are really confident." Jun Zhantian whispered to himself with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Qin Meng, the supporting actor next to him, heard this and said with a smile: "Sir Son of God, although these people are not as good as you, they are still geniuses from various major sects. Don't underestimate them."

Jun Zhantian snorted coldly and said, "Genius? In my eyes, they are nothing but ants. When they are ranked in the top ten, I will deal with them one by one and let them know what a true genius is."

Qin Meng said this in order to make Jun Zhantian speak out and show off, otherwise Jun Zhantian would feel uncomfortable.

Hearing their conversation, the head of the Swordsmanship Hall who was also the referee could not help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

Jun Zhantian's arrogance has long been known to everyone.

As the son of God of Guixu Wuya Sect, his strength is unquestionable.

In this sword-fighting conference, this guy did not want the Sword God's inheritance. He simply wanted to defeat the top ten geniuses on his own in front of hundreds of thousands of people to prove his invincibility.

In fact, several elders of the Sword Technique Hall also wanted to see whether Jun Zhantian was as powerful as the legend said.

Amidst everyone’s anticipation, the Eternal Sword Contest officially begins.

To ensure fairness, one hundred contestants entered the competition venue and drew lots.

In a closed box, there are numbers from 1 to 50, and each number has two lots.

Anyone who draws the same signature becomes the opponent directly.

This was witnessed by hundreds of thousands of people, including the leaders of major sects, so there was absolutely no shady dealings.

Only by doing this can we ensure that the tickets are worth the money and that the top 100 selected from tens of thousands of people are of real value.

Luo Yong took a deep breath and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, drew a lot from the lottery box.

The blue-clothed swordsman next to him saw that Luo Yong looked unhappy, so he asked, "What number did you draw?"

Luo Yong reluctantly showed it to him, and it was the number 1.

He never expected that he would be the first one to go on stage.

The swordsman in green clothes was still very righteous and said that it was okay. It was not a certain number for him to go up, so it would be better to go up early. After the fight, he would take some pills to recover quickly and prepare for the second round.

In this Eternal Sword Contest, state is very important.

With the encouragement of his 'good brother', Luo Yong nodded and his confidence began to return.

By the way, the good brothers' draw is 50, which means that if they want to play, they must enter the finals.

After the drawing of lots, the hundred contestants stood on each side of the martial arts arena, waiting for the competition to begin.

In the referee's seat, a middle-aged man in a white robe and with a majestic demeanor slowly stood up. His eyes swept across the entire venue like lightning, and his voice was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the entire martial arts arena.

"Dear contestants, the rules of this Eternal Sword Contest are as follows!" His voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, instantly suppressing the noise in the audience.

"First, this sword contest is mainly based on sword intent. The use of other weapons is prohibited. Violators will be disqualified immediately!"

"Secondly, you are prohibited from taking any pills during the competition. Violators will be considered cheating and will be expelled on the spot!"

"Third, all contestants must suppress their cultivation to the Yuan Shen realm and are not allowed to fight with strength beyond this realm. Violators will be disqualified!"

"Fourth, the game must end in a point, and no one is allowed to intentionally hurt anyone's life. Violators will be severely punished!"

"Fifth, the victory or defeat will be decided by the referee. If you have any objections, you can raise them on the spot, but the final right of interpretation belongs to the referee!"

After the rules were announced, the whole audience became excited again.

The audience was discussing the matter. Some agreed with the rules, believing that this was the only way to truly reflect the pure strength of a sword cultivator; others felt that the rules were too strict and might restrict the performance of some geniuses.

However, for the contestants, the rules have been announced and they can only follow them.

Luo Yong stood aside, took a deep breath, clenched the sword in his hand, and said silently in his heart: "Your Majesty Li Chen, I will definitely not let you down! Your Majesty Li Chen, are you watching!"

(End of this chapter)