I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Standing at the other end of the examination table, Xiao Ying looked at Gongsun Xiaotao solemnly: "Little girl, where did you get this sword technique from?"

Gongsun Xiaotao was a little surprised by this question. She said as a matter of course: "Of course my master taught me."

"Impossible!" Xiao Ying rejected it firmly. "I know all the swordsmen of the old generation. Even the old swordsmen from the fairy world often come to discuss with me... Your swordsmanship is definitely not seen in any of your predecessors. Besides, no one can teach you to be so strong."

Gongsun Xiaotao was helpless: "Okay, what do you think?"

"To be able to comprehend a new sword technique so thoroughly and to exert one hundred percent of one's strength, one must be the creator of this sword technique," Xiao Ying trembled as he looked at Gongsun Xiaotao. "Although this inference is a little unbelievable, geniuses often cannot be judged by common sense. Your master must have been lucky enough to have a genius disciple like you..."

"..." Gongsun Xiaotao held her forehead with her hand, "How can I look like a genius? Also, who said that I have 100% sword dance ability? Have you ever seen a real sword dance?"

Xiao Ying couldn't understand Gongsun Xiaotao's words: "What do you mean by that?"

He couldn't imagine that there was anyone stronger than Gongsun Xiaotao. With the sword dance skills Gongsun Xiaotao demonstrated today, she was already comparable to his talented son Xiao Yu.

A stronger sword dance...that had already exceeded the limits of his imagination.

"If you have seen my master's sword dance, you will find that..." Gongsun Xiaotao secretly glanced at Jiang Ke'er in the audience and said ashamedly, "I haven't learned even one percent of her skills."

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150. Snow Dance

"maybe."

Like the previous examiner and most people, Xiao Ying felt that Gongsun Xiaotao's words were purely to save face for his master.

Although he knew that a good teacher can produce good students, geniuses often cannot be judged by common sense, especially those who created new things. Their predecessors often only limit their growth.

After all, there are countless obstacles between inheritances, and it is indeed not that easy to learn to perfection like Xiaotao.

"Let's start the fight."

Xiao Ying shook the blade, put his fingers together with one hand and made a gesture, while holding the long sword horizontally in front of his body with the other hand.

Xiaotao was secretly alert.

The master once said that people who pick up things with their backhand are ruthless people... because she herself holds the sword with her backhand.

It is hard to tell whether the master is serious about this or just bragging.

"Please give me some advice, senior."

Xiao Tao stood straight, with the tip of one sword pointing to the ground and the other sword held behind her back.

She learned the double sword dance.

At this time, she was wearing a layer of plain gauze Zen robe, which was so thin that even a trace of red blood on her shoulder could be clearly seen. When she raised her hand, it seemed as if she was waving the thin wings of a dragonfly.

Xiao Ying had been watching from the sidelines before, and his feelings were not clear. Now that he was facing Gongsun Xiaotao up close, he realized how difficult it was to stay rational under such a sword dance.

The fluttering sleeves and the sword light already obscured his vision, and the looming graceful figure made him even more distracted.

Just in this enjoyable confrontation, he could feel Xiao Tao's speed getting faster and her strength getting stronger.

With a determined heart, he put all his strength into it, taking on Gongsun Xiaotao's attack and exchanging injuries for her. The storm-like blade light cruelly shredded Gongsun Xiaotao's thin sleeves.

Xiaotao looked a little shabby at this moment, and the dance she was performing was forced to stop halfway and had to start from the beginning.

Xiao Ying is indeed an experienced swordsman. Even though he does not have the same unconventional swordsmanship as his son, he has a sharp eye.

He could tell at a glance that Gongsun Xiaotao's fighting style was mainly roaming. If she was not given time to accumulate strength, she would be very weak in the early stages.

Therefore, we must respond with a fast break!

"laugh--"

His sword finally grazed Xiaotao's shoulder. The splattering blood made Xiaotao look a little panicked, and her arms trembled a little when she waved.

Xiao Ying seized the opportunity and immediately pursued Xiao Tao's injured side! The sword light attacked continuously like a storm!

Xiao Tao was not annoyed, but her face was cold and she moved lightly along the hexagon around Xiao Ying.

Xiao Ying's attack was powerful and fierce, and Xiao Tao used all her strength to achieve a great result. Although she couldn't accurately hit the weak points of Xiao Ying's sword every time, she was always able to turn danger into safety.

Xiao Ying became anxious.

He could see what Xiaotao was planning. She had been fighting with him for a long time, but her feet were always on those six edge points.

The surrounding temperature is dropping rapidly.

Offstage, the talented swordsman Xiao Yu saw Gongsun Xiaotao's dancing steps and was secretly surprised and wondered: "Is Teng Liuniang calling for the Snow Dance Chongshi?"

According to legend, in ancient times there were not only the four weather gods of wind, rain, thunder and fire, but there was also a snow god who lived alone in the snowy mountains, dressed in a white dress, cold and graceful. People did not know her name and called her Teng Liuniang.

Most flowers of plants have five petals, but snowflakes have six. This means that most flowers have five petals, but snowflakes have six petals, and the Snow Goddess Teng Liuniang got her name from this.

One day, the earth veins of Shenzhou split, and a large amount of magma rushed to the land of Shenzhou from all directions. The God of Wind and Rain tried his best, but still did not have enough strength.

Teng Liuniang stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain and danced the Snow-Calling Dance. As her thin and cold figure danced, heavy snow fell from China. The snow fell one after another, quickly cooling the magma and protecting the land of China from peace.

Unfortunately, after the dance, Teng Liuniang died of exhaustion, and turned into broken snow and dissipated between heaven and earth. Only then did people know that she was a spirit transformed from accumulated snow. Her true form was a snowflake that had become a spirit by chance.

To this day, there are still many traces of the volcanic eruption in Uttarakuru. The people there offer sacrifices to the Snow Goddess Teng Liuniang during festivals to thank her for protecting China.

Even though she is a monster, everyone treats her as a god.

Dancers who had experienced the events of that year wrote down Teng Liuniang's dance and named it "Teng Liuniang Calls the Snow to Dance in Chongshi". Unfortunately, thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the original charm is long gone, and few dancers can dance it in its original style.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Snowflakes condensed on Xiaotao's torn cuffs, forming a transparent gauze with an ice-blue color.

Snowflakes fell on the tip of Xiaotao's sword, and her sword began to emit an extremely cold air, the cold air even glowed faintly.

A regular hexagonal formation emerged beneath her feet.

That is the field!

In the field, Xiao Ying began to feel stiff all over, his body surface was frostbitten, and the sword in his hand was mushed into a lump by the wind and snow, and even his hand was wrapped in it.

He used his true Qi to push away the wind and snow again and again, but the wind and snow, under Xiao Tao's guidance, swarmed towards him as if they had souls, not to mention the dangerous blade behind the fine snow.

Xiao Ying wanted to escape from this dangerous area, but unfortunately... it was too late.

The field can actually be centered on Xiaotao and move freely with her.

When fighting against Xiao Tao, as long as the dance is successful, he will have no chance.

"I surrender."

Xiao Ying decisively dropped his sword and surrendered, he knew he had no chance.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior." Gongsun Xiaotao smiled shyly and bowed modestly.

Xiao Ying's face was extremely solemn: "Are you sure your master is stronger than you?"

Xiao Tao smiled bitterly: "Why would I lie to you... My domain is only two steps square, but if my master used this Teng Liuniang sword dance, I'm afraid the whole Shenzhou would be covered with snow by now."

“This is too much…”

The name Jiang Ke'er flashed through Xiao Ying's mind, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Jiang Ke'er is very strong, but she has basically no sword skills to speak of. She just charges forward with the swift sword intent. It is impossible for her to have such a delicate and exquisite mind.

These are two completely different styles.

Xiao Tao's master is obviously a being of a higher level. Even if the demon Jiang Ke'er tries his best, he may not win.

Xiao Ying bowed his head and bowed respectfully to Gongsun Xiaotao: "There are always people who are better than you, and there are always things that are better than you. It seems... I am already old."

There is no priority in learning, the one who achieves success first is the first. He accepted his defeat with a sincere heart.

He glanced at Xiao Yu in the audience.

Fortunately, his son has not been eliminated by the times, and his legendary story has just begun, like a rising sun.

Perhaps he is the only one who can fight against the girl in front of him.

"It seems that you will be my son's opponent in the next round." Xiao Ying said with a smile, "It will be his honor."

"Next round?" Xiao Tao was surprised, but she just smiled faintly and didn't say what she was thinking.

However, there was always someone who spoke his mind without hesitation.

Pei Min stretched his neck and shouted:

"Where is the next round? You mean the finals? The finals is an internal battle among our Qinglian Sword Sect!"

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151. Pei Min Xiao Yu

"Oh?"

Xiao Yu and Pei Min looked at each other.

Before the fight even started, the strong smell of gunpowder was already in the air.

This battle will obviously be a good show.

However, with the previous example of Gongsun Xiaotao, everyone couldn't help but feel a little worried about Xiao Yu.

What if Xiao Yu fails and that scum sword sect really fights among themselves in the finals?

Not to mention the embarrassing issue, their real purpose today was to take the first place, show off their strength to the emperor, and then ask for a huge reward from the emperor.

The emperor wants to negotiate, right? Then we will slap you in the face first and then talk.

However, if the result was a civil war among the brothers and sisters of the Qinglian Sword Sect, not only would they lose all their men, but they would also have less confidence when negotiating with the emperor.

In short, Xiao Yu must win.

The eunuch first announced the news that Gongsun Xiaotao advanced and Xiao Ying was eliminated from the previous game, and then asked people to clean up the battlefield.

After about ten minutes, the snow and cracks on the arena were cleared.

Then, Xiao Yu and Pei Min stepped onto the stage.

"Well," Xiao Yu snapped the novel closed and looked at Pei Min calmly, "There are three things I hate most when I read."

"The first disgust is to cut it and not write it."

"The second thing I hate is the malicious interruption of the chapter."

"Third, I hate long, meaningless words about fighting." At this point, Xiao Yu casually drew his sword, "So why don't we decide the outcome with one move...how about that?"

"Just to my liking."

"Okay then," Xiao Yu nodded, "Let's make a quick decision. I'll go downstairs to read after the fight."

"when--"

The gong player swung up the hammer and smashed the gong with all his strength. With a crisp sound of the gong, the test began.

Although it was a quick fight, the two men held their swords but stood there without saying a word, as if frozen.

Victory or defeat is decided by one move, but that doesn’t mean you should take the fight lightly.

On the contrary, both sides' understanding of the sword as a weapon must be fully demonstrated in this attack.

All the body's cultivation, will, and meticulous calculations must be concentrated in this one strike.

“Zizka——”

But at this moment, lightning emerged from Xiao Yu's sword.

The lightning slowly spread from the hilt of the sword in his hand to the tip of the sword, like an engraved pattern.

Thunder attribute spiritual power?

wrong.

Just as the lightning reached the tip of the sword, Xiao Yu's palm suddenly twisted!

The long sword exploded with a bang, the steel peeled off, and in his hand he was holding a long and sharp lightning!

There were clearly no clouds in the sky, but horrible crackling lightning suddenly appeared beside Xiao Yu, and kept striking down around him!

"Thunder and Lightning Sword Intention?!"

Lord Li stood up as if his butt was on fire.

So far, the only sword intent known below the Immortal level is Jiang Ke'er's Gale Sword Intent.