Both of them used Songyun's sword technique. Zheng Huaran launched the sword technique and kept screaming. He stabbed Pei Ziyun three swords in a moment, all of which were the essence. The person below cheered: "Good sword technique!"

The elder above also secretly pointed his head. The sword technique was pure and the temperature was quite shallow.

Pei Ziyun smiled and thrust out the wooden sword, which was also Songyun's sword technique. With just one move, all three swords were resolved.

Zheng Huaran was shocked: "This flying swallow is just a normal starting move, but here I resolved all my three killer moves?"

He immediately used Songyun's sword technique to slash horizontally and hit him directly. Pei Ziyun only stabbed one by one in a simple manner. In an instant, Zheng Huaran's sharp chain of sword techniques were immediately cracked.

Pei Ziyun waited for Zheng Huaran to stab him ten times, and then he stabbed him. It was still the "Flying Swallow Piercing Willow". With a "puff" sound, Zheng Huaran felt a pain in his wrist and the wooden sword came out of his hand.

Zheng Huaran took a few steps back, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He never expected that he had learned sword skills for ten years and was defeated by the opponent's simple flying swallow through the willow.

Zheng Huaran was stunned for a long time before he recovered and bowed: "Thank you for your mercy, my junior brother, I lost."

After saying that, he turned around and picked up the wooden sword, jumped down from the high platform, with a lonely expression.

All the Taoists watching the audience were shocked and couldn't believe it. Senior Brother Zheng's sword skills were all clear about it. They didn't want to lose so simply, and they were all in an uproar.

"I'll give in!" Pei Ziyun said, walking two steps forward on the high platform, bowing to salute the head.

The head of the sect smiled and said, "You have good sword skills and you won the first game!"

Song Zhi's face was pale. He sat beside the head of the sect. Suddenly, he saw the head of the sect clenching his fists secretly, and suddenly he was shocked: "Even the head of the sect thinks Pei Ziyun is terrible?"

When Yu Yunjun saw Pei Ziyun's sword technique, he was also amazed: "This sword technique is probably the only one who enters the hall. No one can reach this generation of disciples, right?"

Zhao Ning was thinking, "Only speaking of swordsmanship, not only is there no one in the next generation of disciples, but it is afraid that it will be difficult for us to find a second one?"

Except for following the beginning, this person followed most of the way and learned about Pei Ziyun's affairs, Pei Ziyun killed bandits, six cavalry, and Japanese pirates. He was decisive in killing and his sword skills were profound. When he saw Pei Ziyun's fight, he thought that the more he actually fought, the more he understood the horror in it.

And those who have never had practical combat and are relatively low-level, or cannot be seen.

There were many people in the competition, some of which had a longer battle time, and some had a shorter battle time. Pei Ziyun got off the platform, sat on the pier and continued to look, and glanced at it. After a few battles, for him, there were all the flaws in swordsmanship and he didn't say anything at the moment.

After an hour, half of the number of people was reduced, and Pei Ziyun came on stage.

The opponent is another senior brother. Pei Ziyun looked at it and smiled. The original owner has a memory. Li Zizhi is another master of swords in the sect. This arrangement is really wonderful!

When Li Zizhi saw Pei Ziyun defeating Zheng Huaran in person, he was cautious in his heart. He often used Zheng Huaran's martial arts skills and knew that even himself could never defeat him so simply. What's more, although he used more than a dozen moves, Pei Ziyun actually defeated him in one move, and he was sweating in his hands and a little nervous.

Yu Yunjun was watching the battle with several elders in the distance. Zhao Ning looked at the scene in the venue and smiled: "Li Zizhi is afraid that it will be difficult to last."

Listening to Zhao Ning's words, a white-bearded elder raised his eyebrows and sighed: "Junior Sister Yu has good teaching. It is normal for me to be a disciple who is so powerful, but I should be able to hold on for a few more rounds."

"Please, please!" As the elders spoke, Pei Ziyun and Li Zizhi bowed to each other in the ring.

After the two of them finished their rituals, they drew their swords and measured only a little distance without any temptation. Li Zizhi came with the sword. In an instant, several moves were used in one go, as if they were one move. The technique was so fast that it was incredible. Someone applauded this time: "Senior Brother Li's six styles of pricking the wind are simply amazing."

Seeing this sword move, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but applaud and sighed: "Good sword technique!"

After sighing, the wooden sword flashed, and in an instant he found where Li Zizhi's wooden sword was. It was still the flying swallows penetrated the willow. The wooden swords collided and the six consecutive moves were broken.

Both of them picked up, and the sword technique reopened. Li Zizhi made another move to "come to the guest". This move seemed to be moving in but not in, and contained seven kinds of backs. People who saw it below were shocked and thought: "This move in this sect is extremely powerful, and I don't want Senior Brother Li to use it so exquisitely."

But a few people thought to themselves: "This trick is so exquisite, how can Senior Brother Pei break it? Is it still the flying swallow wearing willow?"

As soon as Pei Ziyun smiled slightly, he still stabbed. Many people below were still amused, and suddenly their smiles were stiff. Seeing that the sword changed a little, the flying swallows were still passing through the willow, but the angle was so wonderful that the seven changes of "Come to welcome guests" were all useless. They had to "puff" and the two wooden swords intersected.

Zhao Ning saw it and couldn't help but feel cold sweat: "Is this a move to use static and to control cleverness? It seems that Pei Ziyun has tried so many moves, but in fact he is selling face. If I expected it, I will fight back."

Guo Li Zizhi shouted, and saw that a sword was as fast as a sword, and he rushed forward. Pei Ziyun waved his sword and stabbed it out, and a wooden sword flew out. Pei Ziyun took a step back and saluted: "Senior brother is humble."

"Junior Brother Pei is really good at swordsmanship, but not as good as Senior Brother." Li Zizhi was stunned for a long time, sighed, turned around and jumped down from the high platform.

"Junior Brother Pei is a master, otherwise he would not have made such great contributions to the master's sect." A Taoist watching from the audience said, and someone responded: "That's right, you see, the competition just now was clean and neat. Senior Brother Li is known as the master of Songyun Sect's sword technique. Ju lost like this, I can't believe it."

When watching Songyunmen, they were all talking, and gradually became more surprised and admired, but there were even more people who felt panic deep in their hearts: "This person's sword skills are so wonderful, how can we fight with him in the future?"

The head of the sect stood beside the elders, and smiled slightly and sighed: "The sword technique is exquisite, Junior Sister Yu has accepted a good disciple."

"Congratulations to Junior Sister Yu. I think this boy must be the top three in this sword competition." A man touched his beard and said. Zhao Ning listened with a smile on his face. It would be great if this boy had taken him to his subordinates at that time. It was just that he had a weak spiritual wisdom at that time, so he gave up. Unexpectedly, he had achieved this achievement, and probably he had taken a look.

In the second round of the competition, there were much fewer people, and the time to go on stage was much shorter. Half an hour later, Pei Ziyun walked upstairs with a sword, and the elder said, "Three sword competitions began."

"Please, please!"

As soon as this man came on stage, he sniffed and stabbed Pei Ziyun in the chest with a sword. Pei Ziyun drew his sword to block it. The man shouted, stabbing six swords in a row. His sword technique was vicious. Although it was a competition, it was a battlefield fight. Many people frowned when they saw this.

"This person is Yue Ning. The Taoist Technique of Swords and Taoism is similar to Li Zizhi, but Song Zhi's people are coming to save the Lord and destroy my majesty."

Pei Ziyun smiled slightly and resisted it casually, but not only did he not defeat it immediately, but on the contrary, he also attracted his moves. The man's attack was becoming more and more fierce and fierce, almost fighting for life and death.

The elders on the field looked increasingly unpleasant, and they were all worried. Suddenly, Pei Ziyun saw a flash of sword light and snorted. Yue Ning's wooden sword was out of hand. Pei Ziyun took a step back and saluted: "Senior brother has given up."

This man was brave and took advantage of Pei Ziyun's retreat and flew over, which immediately caused some of the Taoist below to be uproar and some to be silent. This was obviously shameless.

Pei Ziyun's sword flashed with a "swish" and immediately hit the right shoulder. The man screamed and was already bleeding.

The elder quickly called for a stop, and one of them went up to check, his face turned a little unhappy, scolding: "Why are you doing this so severely?"

Pei Ziyun was scolded and said without any worries, "Master, I thought the game was over and I was not prepared for a while, so I took the action a little harder. Please forgive me."

But he sneered in his heart. This sword didn't seem to be very heavy, but the sword energy was breaking a key muscle. This man could no longer use sword skills to compete for power in the future.

If you want to work hard for your master, I will ruin you for the rest of your life. Pei Ziyun bowed and retreated.

The final competition is below, but it is the top three. Yu Yunjun stepped forward and said, "It's okay, I'm trying to win me the first place in the competition."

"Yes, Master." Pei Ziyun bowed.

Seeing Pei Ziyun defeating his opponent neatly, the faces of the head and several elders changed slightly. This kind of swordsmanship is pure and pure, and it is not an exaggeration to be afraid of the number one swordsman in Songmen. This is the basis for protecting the Tao, and they all have their ideas at the moment.

Later, the first three arrived, and the three Taoists took the stage to draw lots.

Pei Ziyun reached out and took it out of the sign box. The opponent twitched it, then smiled bitterly and said, "I abstain from it!"

This man had watched Pei Ziyun's swordsmanship and knew that it was not the opponent who directly abstained from the right.

"Zhao Yi"

"Pei Ziyun"

The two competed for the first place in the Songyunmen Sword Competition. When they came on stage, they saluted and slowly pulled out the wooden sword. A sense of tension was everywhere in the venue. The onlookers looked at the stage silently, not daring to vent loudly.

After a moment, the two moved, and Zhao Yi said, "Junior Brother Pei, don't keep your hand at me."

As he said that, the sword came out with the sound and stabbed straight away. Pei Ziyun saw that the sword was steep and urgent, and it was just one pattern. Zhao Yi stabbed again, and each sword was fierce and accurate. Pei Ziyun couldn't help but retreat.

"Elder Han, Zhao Yi's sword technique is better than before." Yu Yunjun smiled.

"Elder Yu, your disciple has touched the mystery of Songyun Sect's sword technique. Just one move, it's really terrifying, and the future is limitless." Elder Han said, touching his beard.

When practicing Taoism, you take it as your responsibility to seek Taoism, and you will fight for all progress and gain, but victory or defeat is just something outside of your body.

Pei Ziyun retreated repeatedly, but when he waved his hand, he could only hear a hissing sound, and Zhao Yi had already hit three swords in a row.

"Shoulder, chest, heart!" Zhao Yi took a step back, his heart was bright. The first sword of the three swords made him break his arms, the second sword broke his stomach and opened his chest, and the third sword was killed immediately. He couldn't help but look pale, and he felt completely disappointed. After a long time, he bowed deeply: "Thank you, Junior Brother Pei for his advice."

"Don't dare!" Pei Ziyun bowed: "Senior Brother Zhao, accept it."

In fact, this person has the highest swordsmanship and he can't hold back, so he is so straightforward.

"Sword Technique Competition, Pei Ziyun is clean and neat." Everyone could see clearly that Pei Ziyun's swordsmanship had actually reached a certain extreme. He thought it was just profound, but he didn't want to leave the pinnacle and achieve the extreme, but it was just a matter of fire, so he changed color together.

This kind of genius fell into this sect. The head of the sect and the elders looked mixed with joy and sorrow, and they were inexplicably moved. They were stunned for a moment. The head of the sect stood up and announced: "Pei Ziyun's sword skills are the best in this swordsmanship assessment, and he won!"

He stepped forward and encouraged: "You have opened the Tianmen and can enter the room immediately!"

He gave this competition reward. After this reward, the elders looked at each other and were a little surprised. Although the rules of the master's sect, he had to open the Tianmen to become a direct disciple, but there are always exceptions. He was a genius who made great contributions, so why not announce that Pei Ziyun became a direct disciple?

Moreover, the elders group agreed to provide a reason for Pei Ziyun to promote the competition in an extraordinary way - he made great contributions to the first place in the sword competition, and became a direct disciple without any rules. Why has he changed his mind now?

Yu Yunjun's face was obviously filled with anger and she snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!