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"Time is tight, I have tried my best, this is the only thing I can do."

Lao Tie, who was sweating profusely, looked helpless as he looked at the iron sword formed in the water.

"Just think of it as a sword."

"Okay, it looks like enough." I tore off a piece of rag from the tattered cloak I was wearing and wrapped the iron sword casually.

The iron sword has not completely cooled down yet, with a little residual warmth.

"Brother Li, don't be impulsive when it's over." He took off his leather apron and looked at me worriedly, "The competition stage is not a place for people like us to go up there."

"It's okay, I didn't say I was going up." I waved my hand indifferently, "Let's go, it sounds like the heroes meeting has already started."

He hesitated to speak, anxious to watch the Heroes Meeting. He didn't have time to say anything, so he hurried out with me.

The street was already empty. We were the last to rush over, so we could only watch from a distance at the end of the crowd.

There were two to three hundred people crowded below the competition stage, staring intently at the stage.

There is a huge sign on the stage.

The three characters of the hero list are carved on the top of the wooden sign.

The bottom is empty.

People looked at the sign longingly, dreaming of leaving their names on it.

In addition, there is an old man on the stage.

I don’t know how many years I lived.

His gray hair and beard hung down to the ground. He was wearing a gray robe and leaning on a bird-headed cane.

The eye sockets on both sides of the bird's head are inlaid with small black gems.

Glittering.

Make these two birds' eyes look vivid.

The old man did not have a belt around his waist, but he had a majestic and solemn aura.

no doubt.

He is the guardian of Queling Pond and the witness of the Heroes Association.

The supreme swordsman.

Everyone looked at him with respect and awe.

The hero meeting has already begun, with a swordsman standing on each side of the competition stage.

"I'll lay down the Qingyang Sword!"

"I'm here with the Lion's Roar Sword!"

"Ask for advice!"

After briefly announcing their names, the two sides drew out their swords with a choked sound, looked at each other with hostility for a second, and then rushed towards each other with all their strength.

Ding ding ding ding dang, hand in hand.

The game just started, there really were no rules.

Their waist cards showed that they were both ordinary swordsmen.

It seems that the swordsmanship is evenly matched.

The audience in the audience could not take their eyes away.

Although it is only the most common level, there are still barriers between the poor and them.

I found that there was a vague aura lingering on their respective swords, which changed with the changes in their moves.

Can attack and defend.

"That's sword energy!" Lao Tie explained, "The competition of moves is the most superficial, but the real competition is actually sword energy."

I nodded: "That's it."

In fact, isn't it just inner strength and true energy? This is what I lack the most.

Not a few minutes.

The first sword fight is over.

The Lion's Roar Sword won, but the Qingyang Sword was injured by the opponent's sword energy that turned into a lion. He fell off the stage and vomited blood.

"Concession!"

The Lion's Roar Sword sheathed its sword and clasped its fists, the joy on his face undisguised.

Qingyang Jian struggled to get up, grabbed his long sword, and stumbled out of the crowd.

"We have to wait another hundred years." Lao Tie felt sorry for him for half a second.

No one else looked at him, they all looked excitedly at the Roaring Sword on the stage.

"The Lion's Roar Sword is much more powerful this time."

"I'm afraid I can join the ranks of sword enthusiasts."

"A rising tide lifts all boats, and those who are his disciples should rejoice."

The great sword master waved his hand.

A burst of sword energy popped out from his fingers, and the title of Lion's Roar Sword was left on the hero list.

"Wow"

The crowd let out a cry of envy.

Winning the jackpot, the Lion's Roaring Sword holds its head high and proudly.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, a swordsman dressed in black jumped onto the competition stage, staring coldly at the Lion's Roar Sword.

"Excuse me, Thunderbolt Sword! Come and ask for advice!"

It is also a swordsman level.

"please!"

Lion Roar Sword looked at him and shook his sword.

The two opened it.

The sword energy of the Thunderbolt Sword always makes a crackling sound, like a firecracker.

It sounds lively, but not powerful enough.

In just a few moves, he was knocked off the stage by the Lion's Roaring Sword and walked away in despair.

Then, the Lion's Roar Sword fought three swordsmen in succession, and they all won.

Momentum is strong.

However, no one is a victorious general.

After winning several games in a row, he met his nemesis.

A strong swordsman wielding a heavy sword, the Stone Sword.

The boulder sword is several times heavier and larger than an ordinary sword. It is strong and powerful, and its sword energy is quite domineering.

Under his strong momentum, the Lion's Roar Sword was like a kitten unable to exert its power.

After struggling for a few rounds, he was also knocked off the stage.

The giant stone sword had a sinister face and showed a contemptuous sneer at him, with his thumb pointing down.

Very arrogant.

No matter how angry Lion Roar Sword was, he could only endure it.

This is a world where the winner takes all.

Who told him to lose?

Moreover, if he had not resisted the last move with all his strength, he would have died under the thick and overbearing boulder sword.

But the Lion's Roar Sword did not leave, but was supported by his disciples to watch the battle.

At least, his name is still on the hero list.

The great swordsman waved his hand, and the name of the giant stone sword was listed above him.

The momentum of the giant stone sword became even stronger, and more than a dozen swordsmen who came up to challenge him were defeated by him.

There was even a swordsman who was higher than him.

A few others were no match for his domineering sword energy and died on the spot.

Some were split in half, and some had their internal organs shattered.

Quite miserable.

Everyone turned a blind eye to the blood of the loser and eagerly shouted the name of the giant stone sword.

In the midst of his cry, the giant stone sword slapped his well-developed chest muscles with his fists, and from time to time he let out powerful roars, as if he would give up on him.

His disciples in the audience also cheered excitedly.

The scene was very lively for a while, and those who didn't know it thought he had won the first place.

"Brother Li, did you see it? If you don't have enough strength to challenge on stage, this is what you will end up with."

Lao Tie took the opportunity to persuade me.

"Don't be impulsive and don't have any whims. Just living an honest life is already good enough."

"Don't look at how crazy he is now. The game has just begun. There are many people who are better than him."

"Old Tie, I know you mean well, but do you think I'm going to take action now?" I hugged the scrap metal sword, looking like I was watching the fun.

"Then what are you doing with a sword?"

"Did I say that I want to use this sword, right?"

"and you."

Lao Tie wanted to ask again, but I stretched out my hand to interrupt him.

"Look, someone is going up to challenge him again!"

Lao Tie's eyes were immediately attracted.

The person who took the stage at this time was a tall and thin swordsman with fair skin and a delicate appearance.

Her hair is tied back with a piece of white silk.

Neat and courteous, like a helpless scholar.

It is in sharp contrast to the tall, mighty and muscular boulder sword.

But on the sign around his waist, there is the word "Crazy" written on it.

Of course, the giant stone sword also saw his level, and the arrogant expression on his face calmed down slightly.

"I'm showing off my sword, Yue, and come here to ask for advice." The gentle swordsman drew his sword, with a feminine tone in his voice.

The audience gradually fell silent.

The competition begins again.