Chapter 912: Two races

"Count you knowing the goods." Shen Lang said quite proudly, and continued to raise the long sword, closing his eyes to practice sword moves.
For Shen Lang's abilities, Hua Ziling was already quite convinced.
She didn't rush to leave, and looked at the side, wanting to see what kind of sword move Shen Lang would strike in the next moment.
Hua Ziling was watching herself practicing sword, and Shen Lang didn't mind either.
"Splitting the stars to seize the moon? It doesn't seem to be the case." Shen Lang secretly said in his heart, the star-splitting and seizing the moon in the thirteen life-death swords are completely different from the three-style.
Shen Lang put down the Qingli Sword in his hand, opened his eyes, and after taking a deep breath, he lifted the Qingli Sword again.
It was another awe-inspiring feeling, but this time I didn't know that it was the sword in Shen Lang's hand, and Shen Lang exuded a sense of awe-inspiring.
"No, it's not like that." Shen Lang put down the Qingli sword again.
Just like this, he repeatedly dropped the Qingli sword in one fell swoop, repeated dozens of times, and after half an hour, Shen Lang still did not strike a sword move.
He knew that even if he hit it, it would definitely be a failure. Shen Lang didn't want to hit the sword and failed.
He had a feeling that if he could successfully perform the Thirteen Swords of Death for the first time, his understanding of sword intent would be even higher in the future.
Shen Lang didn't want the first move to fail. He repeatedly raised the sword and put it down again, thinking about the mystery in his mind.
If ordinary Wu Xiu saw this scene, he would most likely think that Shen Lang was insane.
But Hua Ziling looked mesmerized.
Every time Shen Lang raised his sword, Hua Ziling could feel an awe-inspiring aura, indescribable, similar to the power of a sword. Is this the legendary sword intent?
Hua Ziling's beautiful eyes flashed, and she had a feeling that if Shen Lang's momentum is like holding a sword in her own sword move, then her sword move will definitely be more powerful.
After raising and lowering the long sword countless times, Shen Lang naturally fell into a strange feeling, completely forgetting himself.
Shen Lang had forgotten everything, only the sword in his heart.
I don't know when.
Suddenly, Shen Lang opened his eyes, and a sharp glow appeared.
"Split the stars and seize the moon!"
Shen Lang let out a low drink, mobilizing the internal strength of his body, and the Qingli sword in his hand shot forward.
One stab! One lift!
The Qingli Sword in his hand groaned softly and struck out a cyan sword light, suddenly, like lightning!
"boom!"
A huge boulder on the opposite side was broken into pieces by the sword light, and countless fragments splashed.
Shen Lang's eyes lit up, and seeing the sword light he struck out, Shen Lang was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to be so powerful!
However, Shen Lang was already very satisfied with one of the Thirteen Death Swords that could be used correctly.
Splitting the stars and seizing the moon is the seventh style of the Thirteen Swords, which is different from the simplified version of the three styles. , But you need to comprehend its momentum when performing.
Shen Lang seemed to have some experience after the successful display.
With this feeling, Shen Lang felt that these thirteen deadly swords were not so difficult to learn.
Seeing that Shen Lang seemed to be able to strike such a powerful sword light with his hand, Hua Ziling was a little startled, and at the same time he felt a little unbalanced. This man was really getting better and better.
After Hua Ziling watched for a while, she was hit hard, and she left without interrupting Shen Lang's sword practice.
Shen Lang continued to practice sword.
Although the process was a bit boring, it was a pleasure to see the improvement of his own strength.
In the past few days, Shen Lang has been practicing swordsmanship, and somehow he has achieved some results. Although there are not many achievements, he can barely use the five sword moves among the thirteen deadly swords.
It is worth mentioning that Ibuki has successfully broken through the middle of the questioning situation just in these few days. Shen Lang was also happy for her and took time to send blessings.
Ibuki was very happy, as long as her cultivation base improved, her father would not interfere too much with her emotional affairs.
The triennial meeting of the two tribes at Mount Xumi is also about to begin.
Numerous young and ambitious children from the Yi family and Zhao family signed up to participate, and Shen Canghai had already signed up for Shen Lang. He had promised his father before that he wanted to win the first place in the martial arts of these two races.
The martial arts event of the two tribes was jointly organized by the Yi family and the Zhao family of Mount Xume, and it was held in a martial arts field on the top of Mount Xume.
The martial arts competition between the two ethnic groups is a compulsory martial arts event. Anyone under the age of 50 is considered the younger generation and must participate.
Don't look at the competitions of some younger generations, but because it is the younger generation, it is easier to explain the future development momentum of the two big families.
On the same day, Mount Xumi was a city, and many families coming and going entered Mount Xumi.
There are not only the Yi family and the Zhao family in the area of ​​Xumi Island.
There are at least thirty-four large and small families, all of which are attached to the Sumishan Yi family and Zhao family, and pay tribute to these two families every year.
The Xumishan two tribes also invited these families to watch, and it can even be called a triennial martial arts event on the entire Xumi Island.
Some small families don't even have a martial arts cultivator, and some simply come to watch by the owner himself.
This also indirectly shows how deep the background of the Yi family and the Zhao family are. The martial arts of the two younger generations alone account for about half of the entire Xumi Island. I have to lament that Mount Xumi is full of talents.
On the top of Mount Xumi, there is an open-air martial arts field. Although it has been abandoned, the buildings are still intact. The area is tens of thousands of square meters. It is huge and magnificent enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.
The generals of the two races will start at nine o'clock in the morning, and a large number of family martial artists will come to watch the event.
Before dawn, the excited young juniors took the lead in the martial arts field at the summit of Mount Xumi.
It was only five o'clock in the morning, and hundreds of young disciples from the Yi family and Zhao family had already arrived in the martial arts field.
Ibuki and Yun Luoxue also came to the martial arts field early.
As soon as the two beauties appeared on the stage, they immediately attracted the attention of a large number of young disciples. Ibuki Snow was dressed in a light yellow dress and elegant light makeup, giving people a dignified and gentle feeling.
"Miss!"
The children of the Yi family hugged fists and saluted Ibuki.
Ibuki smiled: "You don't need to be polite. We will be martial arts today, looking forward to everyone's performance, but don't let the Yi family down
"Yes, miss."
The children of the Yi family responded one after another.
Many male disciples showed a fascinating look. Ibuki Xue is beautiful and approachable, she is a dreamlike goddess.
The young male disciple from the Zhao family was also secretly looking at Ibuki and Yun Luoxue.
Zhao Gang walked over in great strides, holding a fist slightly towards Yi Chuxue, a strange look flashed in his eyes: "I haven't seen you in a month, Miss Yi is really more and more beautiful."
Looking at Zhao Gang's elegant smile, Yi Chuxue felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but said, "Young Master Zhao laughed."
"Miss Yi's successful breakthrough in the middle of the question is really gratifying, Zhao did not send his blessings in time, and I am sorry here." Zhao Gang smiled.
Because he was defeated by Shen Lang last time, Zhao Jin banned him from going out, and Zhao Gang had no chance to meet Yi Chuxue.
"Thank you Young Master Zhao for your concern." Yibuki Xue said lightly.
Seeing Yi Chuuxue's icy appearance, Zhao Gang became more exasperated, and this iceberg beauty aroused a man's desire to conquer.
It was not easy for Zhao to cheer up from the previous blow. Hearing that Shen Lang was thrown by Yi Chuuxue and beaten as a vegetable, Zhao Jin secretly rejoiced in his heart that the kid was really retribution.
Now without Shen Lang's intervention, Zhao Gang feels that he is still very hopeful to win Ibuki.