In the early morning of the next day, Sword City was boiling again.

On the fifth day of the Sword Discussion Conference, there were only the last eighteen young saints left, all of them were under the age of 100, and their cultivation was all in the holy realm, and such a talent would definitely be able to reach the peak realm of martial arts in the future.

The eighteen of them have attracted the attention of all forces and families in the mainland, and as long as they do not fall, they will definitely be the pinnacle of the mainland in the future.

The old man Yi Xiao had already appeared on the square platform of the Sword Sea, looking at the eighteen people floating in the Sword Sea, each of them was extremely talented, standing out in this troubled era, and would definitely be a person to worship in the future.

"Today is the last day, I don't know if there are any young talents who want to discuss swords?" The old man Yi Xiao looked beyond the sea of swords, and said in a deep voice, his voice was extremely loud, spreading throughout the entire Sword City.

The crowd heard his voice and exchanged ears and began to talk.

Liu Xing stood motionless in the wing room, watching quietly, he knew that there must be someone who didn't make a move!

"What about Liu Xing? This son heard his name in the lower realm, he was talented and demonic, why didn't he see him?" Ji Ming glanced at the seventeen people, and there was obviously no Liu Xing among the seventeen people.

Dugu Shentian sneered and said, "It's just that his subordinates are defeated, how dare he show up with his son!"

Ji Ming glanced at Dugu Shentian, he knew that this person, the first demon of the Tongtian Demon Sect, was talented above Dugu Feng, and that Dugu Feng was also very powerful.

Lin Tianlang also looked at Dugu Shentian with a smile, the magic power in the latter's body was indeed terrifying, and he really wanted to fight with it!

Rumble!

Suddenly, a blood shadow turned into the shape of a spear, and went straight to the sea of swords, rolling blood filled the sky over the entire sword city, and quickly converged into the sea of swords, at this time people found that there was one more person in the sea of swords, this person was wearing a crimson robe, pale in color, his eyes were also red, exuding blood and death, and his black hair was flying, like a dancing ghost claw.

"Ghost Domain, Wuxianyun. The blood-robed young man stood in the sea of swords, his voice cold and emotionless.

Ji Ming and the others frowned, Wu Xianyun was a person, they had never heard of it.

Boom! Boom!

Then, two more figures rushed into the sea of swords, and the demonic aura was soaring, and one of them, Liu Xing, knew that it was Xuanyuan Potian.

The other person was silver-haired, dressed in a light blue robe, and had white eyes with white pupils. After he appeared, he said in a cold voice: "Demon Domain, Mu Zuochen. ”

Ji Ming frowned slightly, glanced at Mu Zuochen, and said, "Mu Zuochen, you are more than 100 years old, right?"

Mu Zuochen glanced at Ji Ming and said, "Our demon clan is different from your human race, I have been cultivating for three hundred years, but according to the age of our demon clan, three hundred years is equivalent to your human race being more than fifty years old, is there anything wrong?"

Old man Yi Xiao glanced at Mu Zuochen and said in a deep voice, "You can participate!"

Ji Ming didn't say anything, the age of the demon race is indeed different from the human race, and the hundred-year-old demon is less than a hundred years old when converted to the age of the human race.

Immediately afterwards, a snowflake flew into the sea of swords, and the snowflakes flew into a woman, she was very tall, with black hair coiled in a bun, and her expression was cold and glamorous.

"Snow girl in the snowy region, Leng Feiyao. The woman in white had a cold voice, looking at the old man Yi Xiao and said.

Then, there was a tall and fierce figure rushing into the sea of swords, this person was a stout young man, there was a black and white dragon tattoo on his arms, the dragon tattoo exuded light like a living thing, this person's eyes were cold, full of the ancient atmosphere of the desolation, and said in a deep voice: "The desolate ancient land, Meng Shuanglong." ”

Rumble!

A fist shadow broke through the sea of swords and landed in the sea of swords, this young man was wearing coarse linen clothes, he looked very delicate, but his hands were extremely wild, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he said coldly: "Ancient Martial Sect, Nie Tianbang." ”

After Nie Tianbang, a transparent light and shadow flashed into the Sword Sea, and after entering the Sword Sea, it was still a transparent figure, as if there was no body, only a transparent soul, this person was a person in the Holy Soul Pavilion, and the voice came out: "The Holy Soul Pavilion, the soul is a thousand deaths." ”

Old Man Yi Xiao nodded, stared at the sea of swords, and said in a deep voice, "Is there anyone else?"

No one answered.

In the room, Father Gu Xinren was urging Liu Xing, and said, "Hey, Liu Xing, why don't you go yet? ”

Liu Xing stared at the sea of swords, thoughtful, and finally shook his head and said: "No, the people in the sea of swords are already the young generation of Tianjiao figures on the mainland, but there are also people from outside the territory, haven't you noticed?"

Father Gu Xinren followed his gaze, and saw a young man in a golden robe on top of a sword tower, behind the young man were warriors in golden armor, each of them looked very powerful, and similarly, on the other side, he saw a red-haired young man in a floral robe, this person's eyes were evil.

Above the void 10,000 meters away, a man with wings, with a heroic face, stood horizontally in the void, with an evil aura all over his body, and his eyes were blue and full of evil light.

"None of these people are good at stubble, so let's wait. Liu Xing said that the arrival of these outsiders will definitely disrupt the situation, and the real show is still to come.

There were originally eighteen people in the sea of swords, but now there are six more people, which is twenty-four.

Again, it's one-on-one.

The first person to challenge was Zhuo Long.

He challenged Yi Jianfei, and he always wanted to challenge Yi Jianfei, whether he won or lost.

On the square platform, Yi Jianfei turned into a sword and came, wearing a white sword robe, white and pure, staring at Zhuo Long and smiling: "I know that you have the Divine Slayer Sword in your hand, and you are a real swordsman, which makes me admire very much." You're no match for me, though. ”

"Whether it's an opponent or not, you can only know if you compare it. Zhuo Long's eyes flashed with a powerful sword flash, staring at Yi Jianfei.

Yi Jianfei smiled and said, "For the sake of respecting you, I will use a sword." He took out a very ordinary sword from the storage ring, even rusty on the blade.

Zhuo Long frowned.

Yi Jianfei said: "I only pursue the way of the sword, never the sword itself, since I practiced the sword, I have always been an ordinary sword, I have never looked for the top ten famous swords, and I have never let the swordsmith create a sharp sword for me, this sword is the one I used when I first practiced the sword, I have always treasured it, it has not been used for many years, it is rusty, don't mind." ”

Zhuo Long nodded, he didn't expect this Yi Jianfei to be so confident, and he didn't care what the sword he was using was, it seemed that his comprehension of the way of the sword was not deep enough, and he paid attention to himself and foreign objects.

"It's time to start!" Yi Jianfei looked at Zhuo Longdao.

Zhuo Long pulled out the Divine Slaughter Sword, condensed his mind, and then the whole person turned into a sword and merged into the Divine Slaughter Sword, and then the Divine Slaughter Sword emitted blood and light, rushing towards Yi Jianfei, when the Divine Slaughter Sword rushed in, the sword continued to grow larger, as if it could break through the sea of swords and roar out of the sky.

Yi Jianfei's eyes were clear, the law of the sword on his palm was entangled, and he shook the rusty sword, and suddenly the rust dissipated, the silver light flashed, and the holy light pattern appeared on the sword body, and the law insisted, and the sword became extremely sharp.

Looking at the rushing Divine Slayer Sword, his body moved, and a shocking sword light pierced through the sky, heading straight for the Divine Slayer Sword itself, and soon the silver sword blessed by the law collided with the Divine Slayer Sword, and the tips of the swords resisted each other, and countless swords burst out from the tip of the sword, colliding with each other, and the space was shattered by the sword.