Boom!"

There were dark clouds in the sky at some point, and thunder was rolling inside.

With Deng Shu's cold words, a flash of lightning flashed, shining on his hideous face.

Deng Shu still remembers that day.

Shizun took him to the martial arts arena of the East China Sea Martial Arts Association, waiting for Xu Yiyi to fight him.

As a result, Xu Yiyi didn't come.

His powerful sword, which should have been slashed at Xu Yiyi, had reached the time when he had to be killed.

So Deng Shu slashed at a six-year-old girl named Xu Die, trying to use her life as a stepping stone to step into the realm of the Seventh-Rank Grandmaster!

But he was defeated.

Utterly defeated.

is also a sword cultivator, Deng Shu is holding a divine weapon that the Sword Pavilion Master has spent thirty years to build, while Xu Die is using a wooden sword.

Xu Die's sword intent was strange and powerful, and it actually shattered his divine weapon, and Deng Shu's arrogance and self-confidence at that time were scattered.

And Deng Shu's teacher, Rong March, also left disappointed, which was a great shame for Deng Shu!

Because he likes his beautiful teacher.

He returned to the mountain gate in despair, practicing his sword and cultivating hard, just so that his master could look at him again.

But Rong March disappeared and did not know his life or death for several months.

However, Deng Shu knew that according to Shizun's temperament, he must have gone to look for Xu Lai.

So in the middle of the night these days, Deng Shu's resentment towards Xu Yiyi in his heart is increasing sharply every day.

If Xu Yiyi had come earlier that day, and he had killed the other party with one sword, how could he have been broken by Xu Die?

He can even take advantage of the situation to break through the situation and become the youngest seven-rank grandmaster in Huaguo, and he may be able to become a legend in the future!

Now it's all gone.

This is all thanks to Xu Yiyi!

There was already a 'kneeling' hatred that day, but now there is a new hatred and an old hatred, how can he be willing to let Xu Yiyi go?

Only by killing can we relieve the hatred in our hearts!

At this moment, Deng Shu didn't know that Rong March was not dead.

That day, she found Xu Lai, but Xu Lai's sword heart was broken by Xu Lai's random sword, and she could no longer hold the sword.

This kendo wizard Rong Yue is no longer a noble Penglai Sword Pavilion Elder, but just a crazy woman on the beach by the sea in a city in the north.

Draped in head, hair scattered.

Day after day, he pointed at the seaside, slashing towards the boundless sea, wanting to reproduce Xu Lai's sword.

......

......

"Senior Brother Deng, just teach Xu Yiyi a lesson, if you take her life......"

The white kite of the Taoist sect frowned slightly.

She knew that Deng Shu and Xu Yiyi's father and daughter had a deep grudge, but if life and death were involved, it would be a big problem.

"That kneeling a few months ago, you don't like it, I don't like it!"

Deng Shu crossed his knees, with a long sword in front of his knees, although it was not unsheathed, there was an endless cold glow, just like his killing intent at the moment.

"Senior Sister White Kite, if you kill it, you will kill it, I don't believe that her father still dares to hit our cultivation holy land!"

Other disciples spoke proudly.

One faction has three sects and nine pavilions, known as the thirteen holy places. Although it does not have the scenery of its early years, it is also a big force on the top.

This leads to the younger generation being very floating.

They claim to be orthodox in cultivation, and their hearts are higher than the sky, so they naturally don't take Xu Yiyi in their eyes.

The white kite was silent.

She is a monastic and close to heaven and earth.

Looking at the sudden dark clouds and thunder, the white kite's ominous meaning became more and more intense, but he didn't persuade anything, hoping that everything would go well.

"Boom"

Thunder rang out, torrential rain fell.

The rain was falling, and none of the young men and girls were wet. If you look closely, there is an invisible barrier to isolate the raindrops.

"Senior Brother Deng, you ...... Become a Sword Sect!?" A young man from the Sword Sect exclaimed.

Not a drop of rain sticks to your body.

Only the Seven Grades and above can be achieved.

Deng Shu said calmly: "Three days ago, I entered the seventh grade. ”

"Boom!"

Another thunderbolt exploded, but not in the sky, but in the hearts of the people.

Fourteen-year-old junior grandmaster.

This means a peerless genius!

Even Xu Yanyang, the Sword Sect in the martial arts world, failed to achieve such an achievement when he was young.

"Senior Brother Deng is afraid that he is already the first person of the younger generation!" said one of the disciples of Lingyun Pavilion in shock.

The last Young Warrior Tournament.

They learned from the pain and went back to cultivate hard, and most of them were worthy of stepping into the six-rank realm, and even three of them were still standing in the fifth-grade realm.

Unexpectedly, Deng Shu actually crossed that threshold directly!

Deng Shu didn't speak again, closed his eyes to recuperate, and waited for Xu Yiyi and Xu Die to come.

Yes.

In addition to Xu Yiyi, Xu Die is also his target.

an hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Until four hours later, at nine o'clock in the evening.

In front of the hotel, there are seven teenagers and girls, as well as several heads of martial arts associations.

"The agreed nine o'clock has arrived, Senior Xu, what about the others?"

A young man looked at the person in charge of the Martial Arts Association, this time it was Xu Wandao, a descendant of Xu Yanyang of the Sword Sect, who personally led the team.

This Nine Rank Great Martial Sect was a big man, and he didn't speak at the moment, but looked at the sky.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt illuminated the darkness.

There were twelve black shadows in the sky that quickly descended from the sky to the ground.

"Bang"

The ground cracked and cracked.

Everyone was startled, but when they looked closely, they found that the twelve black shadows were a row of young Tianjiao of three sects and nine pavilions.

The leader is Deng Shu!

The twelve stood silently, dressed in black clothes of the same standard, like messengers of darkness.

This way of appearing made Xu Wandao, the person in charge of the Martial Arts Association, frown slightly, and as for the seven teenagers and girls who were 'loose cultivators', they even laughed out loud.

"It is worthy of being a big sect, this is full of style, and our loose cultivators are indeed incomparable. ”

It was a young girl, about thirteen years old, who looked eccentric.

Her name is Dongfang Duoduo, and she is also one of the top twenty-three in the Youth Martial Arts Conference, although there is no prominent sect behind her, but there is a powerful grandfather.

"Dongfang, don't think that your grandfather is a god realm and can be yin and yang. ”

Deng Shu looked at it calmly: "I have seven Divine Gate Realm elders in Penglai Sword Pavilion, and even the Moon People comparable to the Divine Gate Realm have killed several of them. ”

The second half of the sentence is already a clear killing intent.

Dongfang Duoduo sneered: "It's a pity, I heard that one of the Seven Swords, Senior Rong Yueyue, is missing, otherwise the Seven Star Sword Formation formed by the seven Divine Gate Realm powerhouses holding the Seven Star Sword, my grandfather really can't break it." ”

After a pause, she smiled again and said, "I heard from the disciple of the Sword Pavilion that you once said that you wanted to get Senior Rong after drinking, Deng Shu, you are really a good disciple." ”

"Boom!"

Deng Shu was furious: "You tell me again!"

Respect for the master is his taboo.

And liking Shizun is also his biggest secret, and he only told his closest friends once.

"Hush. ”

Dongfang Duoduo sneered: "Why, you are disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust, and you are not allowed to say it?"

"Look for death!"

Deng Shu's eyes were cold, he stomped his foot violently, and the countless raindrops that fell around him turned into countless thin swords, stabbing towards Dongfang Duoduo.

"Drizzle Condensing Sword, Seven-Rank Sword Sect!"

Xu Wandao, the Great Master of the Nine Grades, was shocked in his heart, this kid was really a demon.

Dongfang Duoduo's expression also changed slightly, although she was strong, she was only in the late stage of the sixth grade, how could she resist this sword?

Then.

Two figures holding umbrellas came briskly from a distance.

There was also a panting little boy's voice: "Big sister, hurry up, hurry up, we really want to be late." ”

"Be careful!"

Dongfang Duoduo shouted anxiously, those two figures were in the rain of swords!

(End of chapter)