I became a prince in a martial arts world.

Chapter 85 Tianshan Sword Competition

Below the stage, Wang Yu clapped until his hands were red, exclaiming, "What superb swordsmanship! How brilliant!"

Everyone turned to look at them.

Wang Yu slowly withdrew his palms, sat upright, and asked softly without looking to the side, "Can't I clap?"

Yan Xiangxue maintained her smile.

Alde chuckled, then immediately stopped, lowered his head, his shoulders swaying, but he still couldn't help making humming sounds.

Li Yunxiu took a deep breath beside him; Wang Yu could even hear her grinding her teeth. "We're observing a ceremony, not watching a performance!"

Qianqian bit her lower lip, enduring the pain. Even if her master came, he wouldn't dare treat the sword fight between the disciples of the Seven Great Sword Sects and the Tianshan Sect as a monkey show.

Wang Yu clicked his tongue. "I was expressing my admiration."

Qianqian, without looking to the side, smiled and said, "You'd better not praise me."

"Huh?" Wang Yu saw Liu Wuchen retreat back into the group and couldn't help but wonder, "Why did he retreat? Shouldn't he continue challenging Senior Yang or Senior Feng?"

Li Yunxiu was speechless. "Don't you know the rules of the Tianshan sword duel?"

Wang Yu blinked. "Nobody told me?"

Li Yun couldn't help but glance at Xiang Tian. She really couldn't understand Zhu Yu. Sometimes he was shrewd and calculating, seemingly able to see through everything, while other times he was frivolous and childlike, lacking even basic common sense.

But Wang Yu clearly knew nothing, so Li Yunxiu explained, "The sword duel in Tianshan is not a one-person showdown where one person goes on stage and has to keep fighting. It's not like a ring fight."

Everyone is free to participate. After each match, you can go down to rest and catch your breath. You can go back to the arena whenever you want. As long as you can defeat the new generation's chief disciple and then defeat an elder, you can take back your sect leader's sword.

Furthermore, the Bashan Sect's sword had already been obtained by Liu Suifeng, but it was temporarily stored at Tianshan, awaiting the victories of the other six sects before being taken away together. Therefore, the duel between Liu Wuchen and Xin Yilong was essentially a sparring match between the chief disciples of the two sects, but there was no need for Liu Wuchen to challenge Senior Yang.

"Oh right." Wang Yu also remembered, "We've already obtained the Bashan Sect's sword."

"Furthermore, 'observing a ceremony' means to watch, and 'ceremony' refers to etiquette," Li Yunxiu emphasized. "The so-called 'observing a ceremony' is actually witnessing; it's a very serious matter. You observe with your eyes, paying attention to etiquette. It's not about watching or watching a play!"

"I understand! I understand!" Wang Yu nodded repeatedly.

Then they saw another young man beside Xin Yilong fly out, cup his hands and say, "Tianshan Lingkaixuan, which senior brother would be willing to offer his guidance?"

Ling Kaixuan, one of the Three Steeds of Tianshan, is also the grandson of Ling Feiyun, making him a third-generation martial artist of the Tianshan Sect.

"I'll go!" Meng Wei, with his bold and unrestrained nature, couldn't wait any longer. He leaped into the arena, his longsword flashing in his hand like a raging storm, and charged straight at Ling Kaixuan. "Meng Wei of the Laoshan Sect, please!"

Ling Kaixuan still used the Seventy-Two Forms of Wind and Snow, while Meng Wei used the Laoshan School's Azure Wave Sword Technique.

The Laoshan School is located on Laoshan Mountain, the easternmost part of Wanghai Road. To the east lies the boundless sea. After a long time of observation, one's spirit is greatly broadened. Therefore, the sword techniques of the Laoshan School are vast, majestic, and expansive.

"Entering and exiting the azure sky, a sword soars to immortality. Riding the waves, a sword crosses the sea." This describes the two great sword techniques of the Laoshan Sect, which are renowned throughout the martial arts world: the Azure Sky Sword Technique and the Azure Wave Sword Technique.

Meng Wei specializes in the Azure Wave Sword Technique, and when he unleashes his sword technique, it is indeed as fierce as a giant wave, one wave after another, attacking Ling Kaixuan's swirling snowstorm with force, using strength to overcome strength.

The two exchanged about seventy or eighty moves before Ling Kaixuan finally ran out of energy and was defeated.

"Thank you for your kind words!" Meng Wei's breathing was slightly rough, but he clearly still had some strength left.

Next, the other two heroes of Tianshan took to the stage, while Shen Zhijun of the Mushan Sect and Xie Fuyun of the Yucang Sect from the Seven Great Sword Sects also emerged victorious.

The founder of the Mushan School created the Mushan Sword Technique by observing the Three Friends of Winter: the solitary pine, the bitter bamboo, and the winter plum. It is ancient, simple, and unadorned, returning to the essence of nature.

The disciples of the Yucang School are all refined gentlemen, yet they are also full of lofty ambitions. As the saying goes, "Rain beats down on flying flowers in three poems, wind sweeps up flowing clouds in nine heavens," which describes the endless elegance of the Yucang School.

Shen Zhijun and Xie Fuyun are the chief disciples of their respective sects. Although they have not yet reached the Innate Realm, they are both first-rate figures below the Innate Realm. Although they cannot defeat Xin Yilong, they can easily defeat the Three Steeds of Tianshan, who are inferior to them in age, internal strength, swordsmanship, and experience.

In four sword fights, Tianshan suffered four defeats.

Although they knew long ago that the chief disciples of the seven major sword sects were not easy to deal with, the disciples of Tianshan still couldn't help but feel down.

They certainly knew that Xin Yilong would be able to defeat the three of them if he appeared, but Xin Yilong had already entered the Innate Realm, so it would be unfair for him to win against them.

In their view, although the Three Steeds of Tianshan were not as good as Xin Yilong, they were still first-class masters below the Innate Realm. Against the chief disciples of the Seven Sects who were also at the Acquired Realm, they should be able to win one or two matches.

Unexpectedly, they didn't win a single game!

"The Seven Great Sword Sects truly live up to their reputation."

"The patriarch's prowess doesn't mean we are. If we want to protect the patriarch's spoils, we still need to work harder!"

"Exactly!"

Although the Tianshan sword competition was meant to both discourage and motivate the disciples, losing a single match was still quite embarrassing. Xin Yilong stepped onto the stage again, calling out, "Junior Sister Leng, come up for a moment!"

Leng Jiangzhu stepped out, her eyes sweeping across the room, only to see Sun Wenzhu suddenly appear behind the viewing area.

Leng Jiangzhu's usually cold and aloof face suddenly broke into a smile. She drew her twin swords and leaped towards Xin Yilong, her robes fluttering as if a celestial fairy had descended to earth.

Meishan Sect, one of the seven major sword sects, has a history of hundreds of years. Its direct descendants are all women. Its reputation in the martial arts world has remained untarnished for hundreds of years. Of course, it has its own unique skills to ensure that the sect can maintain its reputation when there are no extraordinary talents.

"The Seven Styles of Exquisite Beauty" is subtle yet powerful, using softness to overcome hardness; "The Rainbow Sword Dance" is ever-changing and breathtakingly beautiful.

Among them, the Linglong Seven Styles is a single sword, while the Rainbow Sword Dance is a double sword. At this moment, Leng Jiangzhu drew her double swords and naturally used the Rainbow Sword Dance. This sword technique was originally a sword dance, but it was changed into a sword martial art by the Meishan Ancestor. While retaining the gorgeous and exquisite nature of the sword dance, it has added endless variations and hidden countless killing intents.

Ideally, one should wear magnificent attire and tie a ribbon to the sword hilt to unleash the full power of this sword technique. Although Leng Jiangzhu does not meet these requirements, she has already reached the Innate Realm, her movements are graceful and her sword flashes and shines, and its power is by no means weak.

Xin Yilong's eyes narrowed, and he drew his sword.

The two moved with the ferocity of a swirling snowstorm dragon, as powerful and domineering as a celestial maiden descending from heaven, graceful and beautiful. Both were equally swift and agile, wielding their longswords with effortless skill.

The onlookers were mesmerized and unable to contain themselves.

Yang Weiming couldn't help but sigh, "The Central Plains is a land of outstanding people and talents, and the Meishan School has produced another outstanding figure."

Feng Rigan nodded and said, "Indeed, she's quite good. Her talent surpasses that of Liu Wuchen. Ten years from now, I might not be her match."

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Speaking of ten years from now, Yang Weiming couldn't help but look at Fang Shaobai, who hadn't yet made a move among the disciples of the seven sects.

The next moment, a soft "ding" sounded on the stage, as Xin Yilong's martial arts were superior, knocking away Leng Jiangzhu's left-hand longsword.

But Leng Jiangzhu advanced instead of retreating. With a press, a turn and a thrust of her right-hand sword, the tip of the sword reached three inches in front of Xin Yilong's chest. This was the fourth move of the "Seven Exquisite Styles," "Serving New Tea."

Xin Yilong was startled, withdrew his sword, turned around, and swung his longsword again.

Now left with only a single sword, Leng Jiangzhu switched to using the Exquisite Seven Styles: drawing eyebrows, applying rouge, preparing soup, serving tea, picking flowers, embroidering a red dress, and weaving. Each move was gentle and beautiful, yet each move concealed deadly intent.

Xin Yilong was sweating profusely, and had no choice but to use the backup plan he had prepared for Fang Shaobai.

"Qiang Yi"

With a sword cry, Xin Yilong's swordsmanship was no longer like a blizzard, but instead became angular and distinct. However, the coldness on the sword blade was even stronger than before, and the tip of the sword even had a touch of blue light.

Fang Shaobai's eyes lit up. "It's the Ice Soul Divine Sword. Xin Yilong has indeed mastered the Ice Soul Divine Sword."

The Ice Soul Divine Sword is a superior sword technique of the Tianshan Sect. It requires extremely high internal strength and cannot be practiced by those who are not born with innate abilities.

Xin Yilong changed his sword technique, and the chill around him intensified. Each sword strike was imbued with extremely cold internal force. Leng Jiangzhu's sword technique, which could originally hold its own against Xin Yilong, began to become sluggish. After more than a dozen moves, it was finally unable to withstand the attack and had to fly backward and withdraw from the battle.

The Tianshan Sect finally won a match.

"Thank you for your kind offer!" Xin Yilong cupped his hands in greeting and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, Xu Qingquan of the Qingyang Sect won another match, and all eyes turned to Fang Shaobai.

"Brother Xin, you've fought two battles in a row, wouldn't you like to take a break?" Fang Shaobai asked.

"No need, I'm rested." Xin Yilong came onto the field. "I know I probably can't beat you, but I won't be satisfied if I don't fight."

Fang Shaobai smiled and said, "Brother Xin, I am also very eager to witness the power of your Ice Soul Divine Sword."

"Please!" Xin Yilong shouted softly, thrusting his longsword toward Fang Shaobai. It seemed like a straightforward strike, but it actually contained seven hidden variations, and the tip of the sword was like a cold, icy crystal, carrying a chilling aura.

Fang Shaobai laughed heartily, "Brother Xin, if you come to Taihua Sect as a guest in the summer, we won't need ice from the cellar to drink chilled wine!"

Before the laughter subsided, Fang Shaobai's longsword suddenly appeared in front of Xin Yilong's sword. The longsword made eight consecutive feints, as if a blue lotus were blooming with eight petals, cutting away all the subsequent changes and chilling aura of the opponent's longsword. Then, with the ninth strike, the longsword touched the tip of Xin Yilong's sword directly.

"What a fine Azure Lotus Sword Song!" Xin Yilong was shaken to his core. Instead of withdrawing his sword, he thrust it forward again, his body radiating a chilling aura.

If Xin Yilong, who unleashed the Seventy-Two Styles of Wind and Snow, seemed like a wind and snow dragon, it was still somewhat unreal and illusory. But now he was an ice dragon, solid and firm.

But when Fang Shaobai pointed his longsword again, another blue lotus bloomed. The twelfth-grade blue lotus was exquisite and beautiful, and it rippled faintly in the ice crystals. Then the ice crystals opposite melted, as if they had turned into spring water under the blue lotus.

The sword thrust out was like spring breeze melting snow. The hard ice crystals thought they could remain unmelted forever, but they were unknowingly melted away in the spring breeze.

Xin Yilong stared wide-eyed. He had no idea how Fang Shaobai had broken his sword technique, but he could now faintly smell a hint of wine.

As the aroma of the wine dissipated, Fang Shaobai's longsword had already stopped three inches from Xin Yilong's chest.

Xin Yilong stared in disbelief at the sword tip resting in front of his chest. He had thought that Fang Shaobai's swordsmanship was better than his own, but he hadn't expected it to be this good.

"Actually, I wasn't much stronger than you a year ago." Fang Shaobai stepped back, sheathed his sword, and turned to Wang Yu. "But Brother Zhao's words enlightened me, and I've made rapid progress in the past six months. If I win this sword fight, Brother Zhao will deserve the greatest credit."

Wang Yu pointed to himself, "Me?"

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