On the day of the semi-finals match, before dawn, the school grounds in the east of the city were already filled with people.
Just after nine o'clock, the stands were full, and the people who came a little later could only squeeze outside the fence and stand on tiptoe to look inside.
Today's battle is about who can stand on the top of the final showdown of the Qingshan Martial Arts Association, and it is also about the prestige and structure of the five major martial arts schools and the three major Lineage in the next few years or even more than ten years.
Whoever loses is not just losing a competition.
The loess floor in the school grounds was slightly moistened by the night dew. Dozens of policemen tamped it again before dawn, and painted a layer of eye-catching white gray lines on the edge of the arena.
The morning sun rises from the direction of the east city wall, and the light pierces the morning fog like a golden sword, illuminating the arena brightly.
Meng Qiuran changed into a purple brocade robe today, wore a jade crown on his head, and a long sword hanging from his waist. He stood in the center of the ring with a serious look.
There was a red sandalwood table in front of him, which was covered with red silk. On the silk was a thin booklet with five large characters on the cover: "The Storming Waves Cut Off".
In the stands around the school ground, countless pairs of eyes were staring at the Xuan-level mid-level martial arts, their eyes full of burning passion and greed.
"That's "The Storming Waves"?"
"Mid-level Xuanjie... it's not possible to get a few of the entire Qingshan County!"
"I heard that this sword technique was passed down from Dongzhou. After practicing it to Major Accomplishment, when a sword comes out, it will create waves, and the nine levels of strength will increase layer by layer, and it is extremely powerful."
"I don't know who has that blessing..."
Meng Qiuran raised his hand and pressed down.
The noise subsided like a tide, and the huge campus immediately became quiet.
"Everyone, after seven days of the Qingshan Martial Arts Association, one hundred and eight young heroes took the stage to compete, and now only the last four are left."
His voice was carried throughout the entire audience.
"Today's battle between the top four, two by two, the winner will enter the final battle to compete for the first place in this martial arts competition. In addition to the original reward of one thousand taels of silver, the first place will also receive a Xuan-level middle-grade sword technique, "Turning Waves Slash"."
Meng Qiuran's eyes swept across the four young faces in the audience.
"The drawing of lots for the top four begins immediately."
Behind him, a servant came forward holding a copper box. There were four wax pills in the box. Each wax pill contained a note with the four characters "A", "B", "C" and "D" written on it respectively.
Those who drew "A" and "B" will face off, and those who drew "C" and "D" will face off.
Jiang Fa Four people stepped forward in turn and each took a wax pill.
The draw results for the semi-finals will be made public soon.
The A lottery is Wang Yanzhi, the B lottery is Lu Jiu, the C lottery is Jiang Fa, and the D lottery is Li Kunlun.
The first game is Wang Family Wang Yanzhi versus Rogue Cultivator Lu Jiu.
There was a heated discussion in the stands.
"Wang Yanzhi was very lucky. He drew the Rogue Cultivator. Although Lu Jiu made it all the way to the top four, he is still an unknown person. Compared with Wang Yanzhi, his background is inferior after all."
"That's not necessarily the case. Lu Jiu's attacks are clean and neat. He has never been defeated so far. Even Lie Jingyun fell into his hands. Wang Yanzhi is afraid that it will not be easy for him if he thinks about it."
"Humph, what does Lie Jingyun mean? Wang Yanzhi even defeated Zhou Tai with one sword after he broke through to the An Jin peak. So, no matter how strong Lu Jiu is, can he be stronger than Zhou Tai after he broke through?"
"Don't talk too much, Lu Jiu has never given his best in the previous games."
"Just watch, this first scene is going to be a good show."
Wang Yanzhi took the stage first and walked calmly.
Lu Jiu followed closely behind, with a lazy attitude.
The two stood three feet apart.
Wang Yanzhi smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Wang Yanzhi, please enlighten me."
Lu Jiu raised her eyes and glanced at him, then slowly uttered two words: "Lu Jiu."
No unnecessary nonsense.
The moment the referee flag fell,
Wang Yanzhi took the lead.
The Liushuang Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword's light cut through the morning fog like a silvery lightning.
As soon as he stepped wrong, his whole body was like a white cloud carried by the wind, flying three feet away, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Lu Jiu's throat.
This sword was faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than when he fought against Zhou Tai three days ago.
Wang Yanzhi did not hold back.
In the battle of the top four, there is no room for temptation.
Lu Jiu stood still and didn't move.
The black short sword at his waist showed no sign of being unsheathed, and his whole body was stuck in the center of the ring like a dead tree. It was not until the tip of the Frost Sword was less than half a foot away from his throat that he turned his head slightly.
The sword edge grazed his neck, bringing with it a chill.
Wang Yanzhi raised his brows, flipped his wrist, and the Liushuang Sword drew a silver arc in the air, cutting across Lu Jiu's waist and ribs.
This sword changes moves extremely quickly, moving like clouds and flowing water without any stagnation, which is the subtlety of Liushuang's sword technique.
Lu Jiu kicked his foot and retreated violently.
His movement was not as elegant as Jiang Fa, nor was he as agile as Gu Qingyan, but he showed an indescribable ruthlessness, like a wild wolf forced into a corner, retreating neatly and without hesitation.
The tip of the Liushuang Sword barely scraped past his clothes, cutting a half-foot-long gash, revealing his lean waist and abdomen underneath.
Lu Jiu lowered his head and glanced at the opening, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Then he drew his knife.
The moment the black dagger was unsheathed, Lu Jiu's whole aura suddenly changed.
The dull and hesitant Rogue Cultivator just now disappeared, replaced by a ferocious beast that chose people to eat.
He kicked his feet and rushed towards Wang Yanzhi like a gray-black lightning. The short knife was raised diagonally from bottom to top, the blade was close to his arm at an extremely tricky angle.
Wang Yanzhi's pupils narrowed.
So fast.