The Qiantang River is rolling and the Xizi Lake is lingering.

On the ninth day of the third lunar month, the day of the West Lake sword contest.

On the banks of Xizi Lake, where the misty waves and the shimmering water are shimmering, there is a simple and elegant architectural courtyard with mountains and water colors. In the center of the courtyard, a sword monument is seven feet two high and six feet three wide. The tip of the sword is pointed directly at the sky, standing majestic and majestic, which makes people respect it.

This is the world-famous "Nanyong Sword Monument". After Nanyong was established, he established his capital in Lin'an. On the Qiantang River and on the banks of Xizi Lake, this "Nanyong Sword Monument" was built, indicating that the Nanyong Empire went north with its sword and vowed to restore the Central Plains' ambition and tyranny.

Around the sword monument is a building with a hip-topped mountain, with a broad structure and a magnificent momentum. The corridor is back and forth. Walking through it, the corridor is secluded, the sun is covered with thick shade and the trees are swaying, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The building complex has all the corridors and veranda, the eaves are high and connected, and occasionally there are double eaves and stacked up.

Looking at Qiantang River from a railing, the vast river water is like a paving.

Looking down at the misty lake of Xizi, the water is shimmering and the mountains are misty.

In front of the sword monument, the terrain is flat and wide, with a three-foot-high circular platform raised in the middle, with a diameter of more than five meters. This is the martial arts stage.

On the side of the surroundings of the Yanwu Platform, four pillars are erected with dragon patterns on them, demonstrating the totem meaning of the prosperity of the Southern Yong Kingdom and the wars in all directions.

The base of the platform is located on the south side, with a six-meter-high flagpole standing tall. The four large characters "West Lake Sword Contest" are magnificent and magnificent, fluttering in the wind.

The West Lake sword competition is simple and flat and spacious, demonstrating the simple and unpretentious style of martial arts at the beginning of the founding of the country of Nanyong.

Under dozens of tall pine and cypress trees around, the crowd was bustling and the emotions were sensational.

Although it was Chen, the sky was dark and deep. The sky above the West Lake covered by lead clouds was gloomy and solemn, and the cool breeze was whistling.

Today is the day that Nanyong martial artists are looking forward to. "There are spring exams for literature and the West Lake Sword Competition for martial arts". The spring exams on February 9 and the West Lake Sword Competition on March 9 are important days for Nanyong people with ambitions to change their destiny and realize their ambitions.

He was a farmer in the morning and climbed to the emperor's hall in the evening. The spring examination was chaired by the Ministry of Rites.

The West Lake sword contest was led by the Ministry of War, and each sect reported a disciple to participate. On the day of the sword contest, many powerful figures in the temple and military warriors on the battlefield would personally attract talents.

At that time, the administrative area of ​​Nanyong was divided into three-level system, with the highest level being the road, followed by the prefecture, and the lower one being the county. There were 16 roads, 125 prefectures, more than 700 counties, colleges, sword courts, and sects, with hundreds of sects. Finally, eight sects were selected to participate in the West Lake Sword Competition.

On one side of the sword monument, nine pear blossom and wood chairs were placed in a row. The young man sitting in the middle was about twenty-seven or eight years old. He wore a tying crown with a tying hair, a bright lips, a jade-like face, and a gray four-clawed python robe. He was full of heroic spirit and exuded the aura of Wang Gui.

This person is the current eldest prince Yong Tan. The person sitting on the left is Yong Ruyu, Duan in white clothes. He is handsome and has a gentle face. The middle-aged man on the right is clear and handsome. He is wearing a third-rank official uniform and sits upright. This person is Meng Jie, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War of Nanyong.

In previous years, the West Lake Sword Contest was announced by the Ministry of War officials to begin the competition. This year, the eldest prince Yongtan was noble and visited the scene in person. However, according to regulations, the Ministry of War should also deliver the opening speech, because the Ministry of War represents the current emperor.

Out of courtesy, Meng Jie, the Minister of War, bowed to the eldest prince Yongtan.

The eldest prince Yong Tan was not polite. He came to the scene today and personally recruited talents, so he stood up and said loudly: "Heroes of the world gather here. You are all the best in my Nanyong. I announce that the competition will begin now."

"The rules of the competition are the elimination system, that is, if you lose, you will be eliminated. In the first game, Lei Tianhan from Yueyang Academy faced the Linghu Fei of Huating Sword Mansion." The official of the Ministry of War on the far right side of the chair whispered loudly.

The two of them climbed up the stairs and walked to the martial arts stage. Linghu Fei was wearing a blue robe, handsome and extraordinary, Lei Tianhan was wearing a white robe, tall and thin. The two bowed their hands.

Linghu Fei pointed his sword in his hand and suddenly jumped forward, his body shaped like an arrow from a string, extremely fast. The sword light flashed, and the lightning pierced Lei Tianhan's throat in a flash, holding the speed and sharpness, and was ruthless.

"Swish..."

When there was no room for trouble, seven swords were stabbed out in a row.

There was a burst of warm applause from the crowd. Long Qingyun couldn't help but secretly cheer when he saw this. Since he had been in contact with Yu Weihai, Mu Yezi and Xiao Yuliu a few days ago, he felt that his understanding of swordsmanship had improved a lot, but he was more confused.

After returning to Songyang Sword Mansion, he thought hard and practiced hard. He also asked Mo Tianyu and Bai Yunqi for advice. It turned out that this was a necessary stage for martial arts from entering the hall to perfection. Without confusion, how could he think? Only with thinking can he think hard and then integrate it, build a deep foundation, and achieve a complete understanding and learn from each other.

Long Qingyun secretly thanked that he had made great progress in the past few days, and if he was in the qualifying level of Songyang Sword Mansion, he would be in the same position as Linghu Fei.

Tuoba Xi, who was beside him, saw Long Qingyun's face just now, then felt sad, and calm down in the ups and downs, and said leisurely: "Brother Yun, what's wrong with you?"

Long Qingyun caught a look of Tuoba Xi's worried expression, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a sunny smile blooming on his face. The smile contained confidence in his martial arts, and more of the sweetness that was filled with the beauty's concern for him, so he felt so sweet that he felt in his heart.

Lei Tianhan is tall and uses a pair of judge pens. This pen is one foot long, with a thick thumb and pointed ends.

Lei Tianhan is worthy of being the master of Qi Mocheng, the top ten masters of Nanyong, "Jinghong Yibi". Suddenly, he saw Linghu Fei's sword coming suddenly, and he looked calm and did not hide or avoid, and raised his two pens to meet him.

"Clang, clang" two loud noises.

The sound of the collision between the judge's pen and the sword was dull and clang. It was obvious that the two competed with internal strength. Linghu Fei took two steps in a row, but Lei Tianhan just shook his body.

Linghu Fei was stunned, but then he became proud. As long as he did not hand over the opponent's weapons, he could defeat the opponent with his sharp sword skills.

The sword walked at will, and with a thunderous momentum, he swung the "Shocking Sword". The sword turned into nine swords in the middle. At that moment, the sword shadows in all directions, front, back, left and right, enveloped Lei Tianhan, which was fierce and harsh.

A scream came from the crowd. Could this be Linghu Fei’s true strength?

On the seat, the eldest prince Yong Tan said leisurely: "This Lei Tianhan has fallen." The Duan King Yong Ruyu, who was next to him, felt nervous, "Oh, the reserves arranged were the first to be defeated."

Mo Tianyu, who sat on the left side of King Duan Yong Ruyu, had a majestic expression. Murong Bai, who sat on the right side of Minister Meng Jie, of War, had a elegant manner. The two of them had completely opposite views from the eldest prince Yong Tan and King Duan Yong Ruyu, who were sure that Lei Tianhan could escape from danger.

It was a while, and it was fast. Lei Tianhan's eyes were calm, holding the pen in both hands, as if he was wiping his brush, rushing left and right in the air, sometimes becoming a sword, sometimes a whip, and sometimes a hammer.

Suddenly, he stabs, beats, pokes, and suddenly he has a short knife in his left hand, an iron rod in his right hand, an axe in his left hand, axe in his right hand, and a hook in his right hand, and fork in his right hand, circling and flying, and many weapons have been continuously changed.

Linghu Fei felt the judge's pen waving opposite him, which looked like a mace, a spear, and a turbulent movement. He could only hear the sound of "clang, clang, clang" and his sword moves in the sky not only did not hit Lei Tianhan, but he was almost cut by the opponent's pen several times.

The atmosphere suddenly tightened in the crowd, the crowd was in a state of turmoil, and the sound of uproar came everywhere. The cow ran, and Wang Gao also looked at each other with a look of surprise on his face.

Lei Tianhan roared, and a hint of high spirit appeared on his heroic and resolute face, his eyes shone brightly, and he was filled with a confident smile.

At this time, Lei Tianhan held the pen in both hands and scattered freely. Vertical, biased, hooked, picked, and dots were like calligraphy, sometimes it was cursive, vast and unrestrained, sometimes it was running script, the pen was dragon god, and sometimes it was regular script, with rigorous rules.

The brushwork is smooth, sometimes in official script, sometimes in seal script, sometimes in Wei steles, and sometimes in Wei steles. Their styles are unpredictable and diverse.

Linghu Fei is also a young master who has been practicing for a long time. He is a leader in the Nanyong Kingdom. He takes the time to deal with it in a busy manner and can still take the sword moves and occasionally fight back. Lei Tianhan can't knock Linghu Fei down for a while.

The two of them fought back and forth, and they even fought for more than 80 moves. It was difficult to distinguish between the two, and the match was evenly matched.

Long Qingyun was also observing, meditating, and reviewing, how would he deal with, resolve and fight back if he encountered Lei Tianhan's unpredictable judge's pen.

At this time, the sunlight broke through the dark clouds, cracked into millions of gold pieces, and sprinkled on the earth.

Lei Tianhan's brushwork gradually became thicker, and his unrestrained movements slowly stopped. Linghu Fei did not dare to advance. Before the game, his master explained that Qi Mocheng could rank among the top ten masters of Nanyong. The profound and exquisite brushwork was evident in the unpredictable changes.

"A sharp stroke" is fast and sharp when it is fast; it changes when it changes; it is slow, you must be extra cautious and be vigilant.

Because in this calligraphy, the strokes are focused on the movement of the brush. The horizontal strokes should be left first, and the vertical strokes should be topped first, using the tip of the brush to hide them in the strokes. The strokes are basically round at the beginning, and all these Linghu Fei avoided them.

Lei Tianhan moves to the center and moves his pen. The tip of the pen moves between the dots and strokes. The brushwork is elegant and smooth, vigorous and powerful.

At this time, Lei Tianhan's brushwork was getting stronger and stronger, and his movements slowed down. He moved his brushwork with astringent momentum, leaving the middle way, leaving the middle way.

Suddenly, the hidden edge was revealed and the hook was hooked back. Although this move was amazing in calligraphy, it was also very clever and sharp and domineering when it was sprinkled on the spot.

Even though Linghu Fei was prepared, he avoided the hidden tip of this calligraphy move with a thrilling look, and a small mouth was cut from the tip of his left shoulder.

Linghu Fei was injured for only a moment, Lei Tianhan came close to him

Linghu Fei's injured body stagnated, just a few steps away from Lei Tianhan.

It's exactly five steps, usually the distance between life and death in a competition.

The so-called five steps of bleeding are hard for the emperor to stop it. So in these five steps, Lei Tianhan roared and stabbed out his two pens.
Chapter completed!