My projections are all the roots of the Holy Spirit

An hour later, Niu Xingwu and Lei Pei brought Xu Jun and others to the martial arts arena, chatting and laughing with Yao and his son, the class teacher of Xuanyue Sword Sect.

Ban Shiyao is the number one person in Xuanyue Sword Sect's Golden Pill. He is tall and slender, like a middle-aged scholar who has read poetry and books, and there is no trace of sword energy in his body.

However, his eyes were like bottomless pools. Anyone who looked at them would not be able to help but lower their heads and dare not look directly at him.

Xu Jun's clear sword heart told him that this man was so strong that he had never seen before in his life, and it seemed that even the sect leader and his uncle were slightly inferior.

And his son, Ban Dingxin, was almost made from the same mold as him. Not only are their looks very similar, but their temperaments are also quite similar.

However, perhaps because he had not been promoted for a long time, Ban Dingxin had a powerful aura that could not be concealed, like an unsheathed sword, full of edge.

Niu Xingwu laughed and said, Fellow Taoist class, this is our sect's martial arts performance hall.

Ban Shiyao nodded slightly and said, I am still fresh in my memory when I visit my old place again.

Niu Xingwu's face suddenly became a little unnatural, and Xu Jun immediately understood that the so-called old place in Ban Shiyao's mouth was probably not a good memory for Master Niu and others.

Ban Shiyao waved his hand and said: Dingxin, let's go.

Yes. Ban Dingxin moved his body and jumped onto the ring. He has a slender figure and a handsome face. He is a handsome swordsman.

Holding his fists in a salute, Ban Dingxin said loudly: Brothers from the Qinglian Sword Sect, I successfully built the foundation half a year ago. I plan to use it to travel around the world and compete with fellow sects in swordsmanship. Today I came to the Qinglian Sword Sect, and I am very happy. I also ask all the senior brothers to give me some advice.

Niu Xingwu and others had already made arrangements, so he nodded gently.

Then, an accompanying middle-aged man stepped forward, flashed continuously, and also entered the ring.

Although the range of the arena here is not large, its radius is also a hundred meters long.

For those who are cultivating immortals in the foundation-building stage, this place is already a miniature arena. However, they were just competing in martial arts, not a life and death battle. If they only wanted to compete in swordsmanship, it would be more than enough.

Fellow Taoist class, I'm here at Xia Sha Bingsheng. I'd like to give you some advice today. Please give me some advice.

Fellow Daoist Sha, please.

The two of them saluted each other, then waved their hands and took out their flying swords.

The monks in the foundation building stage must use flying swords of the second-order spiritual weapon level.

When they took action, they did not use their sword energy immediately. Instead, they performed their sword skills like ordinary people.

This is the basic skill of sword cultivators. When two sword cultivators fight, they will often compare swordsmanship first, and then gradually increase the intensity of the battle. When the sword energy is flying, the winner will be decided.

Xu Jun watched silently from the audience.

It has to be said that these two have their own merits in swordsmanship, and at least they are much better than the masters of Qi training from various peaks that he has encountered.

However, with the clear heart of the sword, he still found many flaws.

If you take the stage yourself!

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xu Jun's mouth.

Foundation-building swordsmanship is nothing more than that.

Of course, Xu Jun also knew that at the foundation-building level, it was no longer the swordsmanship of hand-to-hand combat that really determined the outcome.

It's about whose sword energy is stronger, who has more sources of sword energy, whose magic power is stronger, and whose trump card is more powerful.

A pure swordsmanship contest like theirs can only be seen on such an occasion.

After a while, Xu Jun was a little surprised to find that although he had never heard of Sha Bingsheng, his swordsmanship was quite impressive. He was so good at using sword skills that he could faintly suppress the opponent.

What a way to attract others, this is clearly the sect’s hidden swordsmanship genius.

If Ban Dingxin was unable to make a comeback, he would have received a slap in the face in today's first game.

However, it’s no wonder that others have come to challenge you, and you still expect others to be merciful?

However, this group of Dingxin showed great resilience. No matter how Sha Bingsheng attacked, he was able to protect himself completely.

After a while, Niu Xingwu said with a smile: Fellow Taoist Ben, your master is borrowing our hands to hone his sword skills.

Ban Shiyao laughed and said: Don't be surprised, fellow Niu Taoist, Quanzi seldom goes out, and at most he just competes with his fellow disciples. But you also know that competitions between fellow disciples often hold back too much and are meaningless.

Niu Xingwu snorted coldly, cursing secretly in his heart.

There's no point in discussing things among senior fellow apprentices, so they decided to target us?

What a good calculation!

After a while, Niu Xingwu finally couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly: Bingsheng, stop playing.

Sha Bingsheng had no choice but to wave his sword continuously, and the two parties separated in tacit agreement.

They knew that next was the real highlight.

The two stood in the air, and Sha Bingsheng took the initiative. With a wave of his wrist, the sword energy bloomed and flew towards Ban Dingxin.

Not everyone can master sword energy, even monks in the foundation building stage.

However, it would be a joke if the foundation-building monks of the Qinglian Sword Sect could not even control their sword energy.

However, what no one expected was that Ban Dingxin dodged away like a fox and rabbit. Then, with a wave of his hand, sword qi flew out, and more than a hundred sword qi were released in an instant.

Sha Bingsheng was a little confused, and he suddenly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Shouldn't we release a few sword energy first and try each other's coping methods?

How can you fight so hard as soon as you come up?

Moreover, didn’t this kid just build a foundation? Why is there so much condensed sword energy source? It must have exceeded a hundred.

However, the next moment, a vision emerged.

After the hundreds of sword energy were released, they did not fly towards Sha Bingsheng in a swarm, but rose into the sky one after another and gathered above Ban Dingxin's head.

The sword energy circulates and interlocks with each other, like a huge waterfall of sword energy hanging in the sky.

Sha Bingsheng took three steps back, his face turned pale, and he said word by word: The sword energy forms a picture.

Ban Dingxin smiled proudly and said: It's the sword energy that creates the picture. Please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Sha.

Under the ring, Niu Xingwu's eyelids were twitching. Although he was still able to sit still, in his heart, he was already a direct relative who had scolded the opponent countless times.

The other two Masters of Foundation Establishment who had not yet appeared on the stage had serious expressions on their faces, clenched their fists, but there was a look of despair in their eyes.

The sword energy becomes a picture?

Sha Bingsheng has just been building his foundation for half a year, so how can he master the sword energy?

At this moment, Niu Xingwu already knew the outcome of this battle without even looking.

He turned his head and said sourly: Fellow Daoist Ben, your master... is really a peerless genius.

Ban Shiyao laughed and said, My Taoist friend Niu deserves a prize. This kid does have some talent. It's funny.

On the ring, Ban Dingxin flicked his wrist, and the sword energy flowed down like a waterfall.

There is not a fixed type of sword diagram, but there are many kinds.

When Xu Jun made his choice in the past, he used the most basic Five Elements Sword Diagram. However, this Five Elements Sword Diagram may seem simple, but its future growth prospects are extremely impressive.

But the sword diagram used by Ban Dingxin was not the Five Elements, but a water-based sword diagram. Once used, more than a hundred sword energy suddenly turned into a waterfall all over the sky, as if hanging from the nine heavens, it was really beautiful.

However, such beautiful scenery contains endless murderous intent.

Sha Bingsheng's face turned slightly pale. After seeing the opponent's sword diagram, he understood that there would be no victory but defeat today.

However, as a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect, he absolutely cannot be defeated without a fight.

With a soft drink, Sha Bingsheng followed the sword and rushed forward.

When fighting with a sword cultivator, you always need to stay as far away as possible. As long as your sword energy can reach the enemy, then standing here and releasing your sword energy to kill the enemy is the most appropriate position.

However, if one party has the blessing of a sword picture!

Then Sha Bingsheng only has two choices.

If you don't want to admit defeat, then take advantage of the fact that you still have enough mana to get up close and fight.

Even though he knew there was little hope, he refused to give up.

However, his body moved squarely, and just as he dodged the exploding sword energy, he felt that the sword energy in front of him was crisscrossed, surrounded by sword energy on his front, back, left and right, leaving him nowhere to go.

Sha Bingsheng's heart sank instantly.

Also, no matter how fast the body technique is, how can it surpass the sword energy quickly?

He stood with both feet, his body was steady, and he swung his sword like a circle, rejecting all the sword energy.

I will definitely lose, but even if I lose, it will cost you a little more mana.

This was Sha Bingsheng's only thought at this time.

However, he also understood in his heart that since the sword energy is formed into a map, only a very small amount of mana and spiritual consciousness are needed to operate the sword map.

He wants to consume the opponent's mana and consciousness, but maybe it's just an extravagant wish.

But this is the only thing he can do now.

After a while, it was obvious that Sha Bingsheng was exhausted. Even if he could use his sword energy to the fullest, he would still be unable to cope with the endless waterfall of sword energy.

choke.

The long sword in Sha Bingsheng's hand flew up, his face flushed, and he said: Fellow Taoist Master, Sha is losing.

After saying that, he retreated into the crowd with a look of shame on his face.

Following Niu Xingwu were two foundation-building sword cultivators.

They are all in the early stages of Qi training, and they are the best at this level within the sect. But now, when they saw the rain of swords that was like a waterfall, despair showed on everyone's face.

I can’t beat him, I just can’t beat him!

Moreover, what is the most fearless thing for a sword cultivator who has mastered sword energy?

That's a wheel battle.

Everyone knows that even if these two take the stage, they will be humiliating themselves.

Hey... Niu Xingwu sighed and was about to admit defeat.

He is also a bachelor. Although he is unwilling to do so, he makes decisions on the spot without hesitation.

Fellow Taoist Ben, your master's talent is enviable. We...

Senior Brother Niu, Ben Xian's nephew is very skilled in swordsmanship. My disciple is delighted to see Hunter and wants to fight him. Suddenly, Lei Pei, who was silent at the side, suddenly spoke, interrupting his intention to admit defeat.

Xu Jun raised his head slightly, a little surprised.

Master, what's going on?

Don't you usually keep a low profile? Even when he completed the sword energy diagram, he didn't reveal anything about it.

Why is it so high-profile now!

I'll write and publish one chapter in the future, otherwise I'm afraid I'll swallow the manuscript again and regret it.