"Senior Brother Zhao, are you still going to seize a king's flag?" Lin Muzhao asked.

Zhao Qingfeng then woke up and flew away quickly. With a "pop", he held the tenth king's flag left in my place in his hand, and a look of excitement appeared on his face. You must know that the last time the West Lake sword contest he only occupied a merely outstanding position, and was relatively backward. This time he could actually hold the king's flag, and his excitement was beyond words.

At this point, Bailu Academy has mastered four king flags. Compared with the only one last time, it has made a huge breakthrough. On both sides of the Shenghe Mountains, the thunderous cheers of the audience members of the Bailu Academy, and some families who are very close to Bailu Academy also cheered, cheering for the brilliant achievements of Bailu Academy.

Second, fourth, eighth, tenth, and four kingly flags are all in the hands of the disciples of Bailu Academy. On the other hand, only Li Qingyin, who has mastered the first kingly flag in Tianfeng Academy, was not able to get close to the kingly flag. The remaining order flags were taken away by the geniuses of various major forces such as Duan Yuan, Nalan Shuiyue, Xu Wang.

There was only one stick of incense before the end of the West Lake Sword Contest, and it was not even enough for any two equal experts to decide the outcome. The people who were originally watching and waiting in the King's area left one after another and went to the Renjie area and the Tianjiao area to compete quickly, so that the power of the distant people surged, causing storms. The closer this battle between dragons and tigers was to come, the more crazy and tragic it was.

...

Time passed by bit by bit. Finally, when the sunset completely fell from the mountain, a holy shadow came, and the graceful and heroic beauty warrior descended above the holy lotus with the imperial edict in his hand. A ray of light rain fell around him, turning into extraordinary court generals, exuding a majestic aura, and his eyes were sharply staring at the top ten young kings of kendo below.

"Shang Zhuyue, the close female official of His Majesty the Empress." Li Qingyin said softly.

"Oh." I nodded, no wonder this woman is qualified to hold the imperial edict.

In the air, Shang Zhuyue was wearing a silver exquisite soft armor, with only the armor leaves wrapped around important positions such as the sued peak and jade buttocks. Her concave and convex curves were outlined to the extreme perfection, and her whole body exuded a transcendent charm. She held the imperial edict in her hand and looked at the people on the Shenghe Mountains with beautiful eyes and said, "The king, hero, genius, and elites of the West Lake sword competition have been decided. Please don't change the order flag anymore. The West Lake sword competition three years ago adopted the method of seizing the throne to compete for the top ten kings, but this time, the order flag was adopted. For the reason, these order flags are extraordinary."

Everyone was shocked, and the top ten young kings looked at the flag in their hands in surprise. They saw a wisp of inscriptions moving inside the flag, floating in the deep ancient charm.

Shang Zhuyue smiled slightly and continued, "The flag is just woven with silk. The key is the flagpole. Her Majesty the Queen has good intentions. These flagpoles are forged with ancient swords containing ancient sword spirits. They can communicate and motivate the sword spirits in the sky, so that you can appreciate the style of sword saints from the Middle Ages, ancient and even ancient times. Perhaps, you can understand the true meaning of sword saints with a scale and a half claw from it. From now on, until the early morning tomorrow, how much can you understand, everyone start."

It turns out that the flagpole is indeed an opportunity.

I had long felt that the sword art was surging in these flagpoles, so I injected the power of the human king into the flagpole. More complex inscriptions were activated one by one, like thousands of threads, my spiritual consciousness turned into a ray of light and the inscription light of the flagpole soared into the sky, piercing through the sky, and shooting into the dark chaotic sky.

Suddenly, a dark world appeared in front of me, and there seemed to be thousands of flowing fireflies flying in front of me, unable to grasp or touch them. From the eyes of the sword Taoist Heavenly Eye, each flowing fire is full of the artistic conception of the sword Taoist rules. In fact, each flowing fire represents a profound sword Taoist artistic conception, but the time for a night is too short, I am afraid I can't understand much at all.

Around her, Li Qingyin, Lin Muzhao, Xu Wang, Zhao Qingfeng and other kings entered the realm of comprehension, standing one by one, closing their eyes, and not moving, their spiritual consciousness communicated with the will of the ancient swordsmen in the sky, seeking stronger swordsman rules.

The sword spirits sacrificed by each flag are different, so the rules of sword art can be seen are also different. Obviously, the sword spirits that can communicate with in my second-place flag are stronger, more. As for the order flags in Li Qingyin's hand, perhaps more. As for Zhao Qingfeng, who is ranked tenth, the sword spirits he can see are much weaker and less.

Time is tight, and there are many powerful people in the court in the air, exuding majestic aura. During the period when all the sword contestants are comprehending, they will be responsible for safety matters, and there is no need to worry too much. Moreover, on the battle stands thousands of feet away on both sides, the elders and thrones of major forces are also there. Xiao Yi and Yun Nishang, the two Holy Palace masters, were watching us, while Zhuge Ming raised his head and drank, his old face was red and drunk, and he was saying something proudly to Xiao Yi beside him, perhaps boasting about me, a disciple who won the second throne of the king when he participated in the West Lake Sword Competition for the first time.

Concentrate your mental power and immerse yourself in communication and understanding of the will of the ancient sword spirit.

Before I knew it, I was immersed in it. It was a kind of swordsmanship rule that was transcendent, even more sophisticated than all the swordsmanship masters I encountered on the fourth level of the Sword Tomb Heavenly Prison. It was much more profound. One sword could break the sky, and one sword intent was enough to stir up the turbulent storm between the world. That swordsmanship was no longer bound by form, but a great way, a transcendent trend.

I was slightly surprised in my heart. Maybe I could make a breakthrough in these sword rules, allowing me to break through the perfect level of the clear sword heart and reach a higher level!

I don’t know how long it took, and cheers from the kendo rookies in the area came from afar.

"I have comprehended the will of the middle-aged swordsmanship, hahaha, it's great. From now on, my swordsmanship artistic conception may have the possibility of breaking through to reach the initial level of sword heart enlightenment!"

"I have also understood a medieval sword will, which is enough to dominate the world of the feather tribe!"

"Hmph, I heard that the first place in the world has comprehended the two sword wills. It's so terrible. Maybe he can comprehend more."

Recently, Zhao Qingfeng chuckled and said in surprise: "I... I have understood it!"

Dongfang Lin'er was shocked: "So fast?"

"Well, an ancient sword will seems to be... the supreme sword way left by the ancestor of a certain family can open up a sword path with wind attribute rules for me." Zhao Qingfeng was very excited: "I practice the Tianfeng sword technique like a disciple of Bailu Academy. I believe that this sword rule will benefit me in the future!"

"Then congratulations to senior brother." Dongfang Lin'er smiled slightly, did not speak anymore, and continued to immerse herself in her understanding.

In the air, Shang Zhuyue's perfect graceful figure was displayed under the moonlight, exquisite and delicate. Her beautiful eyes were staring at the ten people in the king area, and almost all her attention was focused on us. Perhaps the Emperor Tianxin had worked hard to gather thousands of divine irons containing the will of the ancient sword spirit to cast a flagpole, but the only ones that could really make her respect were probably the ten people in the king area. The strength of these ten people can represent the strongest strength among the younger generation of sword cultivators!

I was still immersed in my understanding, motionless, and I had not missed each of the hundreds of wandering sword rules in front of me. I communicated with them one by one and tried to master them, but I couldn't master them either. They all came from the remaining will of the sword powerhouses in ancient and even ancient times. How powerful it is, you can imagine, and I was unwilling to be mastered by young sword cultivators in later generations.

However, I have the talent for devouring.

The moment when the devouring talent was activated, the spiritual consciousness of the whole person seemed to have become a wormhole in the universe, attracting hundreds of sword wills to come over, not giving them a chance to escape, and then use the devouring talent to assist in observing and comprehend the true meaning. After seeing through each will, it immediately indulged, but it left a deep trace of axe on the heart of the sword of all things, and the whole person was even more shocked. These swordsman rules were too profound and complex, so even my talents were slightly unbearable.

In the end, I "catched" all the thin streams of fires one by one and released them after observation. In the end, only five thicker streams of fires were left. Each of them seemed to be a deformed magic sword, opening and closing in the space, looking down on everything, and exerting their devouring talent. When I tried to capture, I failed immediately.

These sword wills store powerful arrogance and are unwilling to be captured.

Since that's the case, I can only communicate slowly and communicate slowly. So I let go and exchange the true meaning of the sword rules with these five sword wills. When I showed the bright and perfect sword heart, the ten levels of the spiritual sea, and the eleven divisions of the veins, the five sword wills began to become gentle, lingering around my arms and neck, radiating brightly.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost dawn.

"Swish..."

Two bright beams of light fell on Lin Muzhao's head. Her beautiful eyes turned into a crescent moon with a smile, and she said with a smile: "A rule of ancient swordsmanship and an ancient swordsmanship, I have succeeded!"

"Congratulations to the Saint Junior Sister!" Zhao Qingfeng hurriedly congratulated, while the jealousy on his face was unconcealed.

Not long after, Nalan Shuiyue also understood an ancient swordsman rule, while Dongfang Lin'er understood two, but they were only ancient rules, which was very different from the ancient swordsman rule that Lin Muzhao understood. It was not on the same level. These swordsman rules were divided into: medieval, ancient, ancient, ancient, ancient, ancient, and ancient, the longer they were, the stronger they were. After all, so many years have passed, there are too few ancient swordsman wills that can exist in this era, and most of the swordsman rules have been annihilated. And it is conceivable how strong they are from ancient times to the present.
Chapter completed!