Time flies, and in the flick of a finger, three years have passed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jingyang's cultivation is a thousand miles a day, initially for the realm of peeping dao, and then stepping into the realm of Miaomen, Lingyou, and Weixuan, and finally stepping into the realm of Tianquan. His cultivation has improved so fast, it is inseparable from the mysterious power in his body, and when he encounters peerless figures such as Nalan Feiyu on the side, his cultivation progress is naturally much faster.

Every day, Nalan Feiyu will perform the immortal art of sprinkling beans into soldiers, so that the golden armor warriors can practice with Jingyang, and with the improvement of Jingyang's realm, the realm of the golden armor warriors is also equivalent to Jingyang. Under this kind of practice that is close to actual combat, Jingyang's true and mysterious skills have improved a lot.

Today, the once-in-a-century event of the Imperial Sword Gate, the Nine Veins Martial Arts, is about to begin. Thinking that Li Xianya, the patriarch of the Imperial Sword Gate, was chasing the immortal heroes, Ze was born by the common people, and he did not hesitate to be enemies of gods and demons, which is really respectable and admirable.

Now that the Imperial Sword Gate is prominent and full of talents, this Nine Veins Martial Arts will definitely select outstanding talents and entrust them with important tasks to pass on the Imperial Sword Gate from generation to generation.

"Bell!" A loud bell rang, this is the bell to gather the disciples, and the Nine Veins Martial Arts is about to begin.

Jingyang held the Ancient Desolate Immortal Sword in his hand and walked out of the bamboo house, the little eyeballs on his shoulders flickered, and he didn't know what bad thoughts it had. Jingyang walked to the door of Nangong Xiyue's bamboo house, and saw Nangong Xiyue sitting in front of the window calmly, she was wearing a white fairy dress and was stroking the qin.

Jingyang said strangely: "Senior sister, the Nine Veins Martial Arts is about to start, why are you still playing the qin?"

Nangong Xiyue said lightly: "I know!"

"Then let's go!"

"I'm not going. Nangong Xiyue shook her head and said.

"Why?" Jingyang was puzzled.

Nangong Xiyue chuckled: "Because I don't have to participate in the Nine Veins Martial Arts, junior brother, you don't care about me, the new Yuanzi is gathering disciples, you go to the Dihong Palace!"

"Okay!" Jingyang swordsmanship flew towards the Emperor Hong Palace. It was quite strange in my heart, the senior sister's words didn't seem to have much respect for the real person in charge! And she also called the name of the master in charge, feeling as if she was on an equal footing with the master in charge, no, it seemed that she had a noble temperament in her.

Could it be that Senior Sister still has some mysterious origin? Jingyang always felt that he was very familiar with Nangong Xiyue, and it seemed that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Jingyang Imperial Sword came to the square, only to see a sea of people, one after another there were disciples of the Imperial Sword, after everyone arrived at the square, all the flying swords were put back in the sword box, and walked to the Dihong Palace.

Jingyang had just landed, and Duanmu Yungu joined hands with Duanmu Rongxue to greet him and said, "Senior Brother Jingyang, you are here too." ”

Jing Yang responded: "Yes! Senior Brother Duanmu, it's so lively today!"

Duanmu Yungu said excitedly: "Of course! This is the once-in-a-century Nine Veins Martial Arts, the grand event of the Imperial Sword Gate. The Sect Leader and the Eight Veins are already waiting in the main hall, let's hurry up and go in!"

"Okay!" Jingyang stepped up the stone steps suspended in front of the Dihong Palace, and walked side by side with the Duanmu Yungu brothers and sisters.

When Jingyang stepped into the Dihong Palace, he was shocked by the scene in front of him, only to see that the Dihong Hall was much larger than the original, almost the same size as the square outside, obviously the master of the Imperial Sword Gate used great power to expand the space of the Dihong Palace.

At a glance, row by row, row by row, there were more than 50,000 disciples standing respectfully, and the scene was spectacular. Jingyang and Duanmu Yungu brothers and sisters each found a place to stand and waited quietly.

At this time, the main hall of the real person Xin Yuanzi led the head of the eight veins and some elders, and was giving incense to the statues of Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Shennong, after burning the incense, Xin Yuanzi and the head of the eight veins and the elders all bowed down, and more than 50,000 disciples standing below also bowed down.

Xin Yuanzi turned around, and the head of the eight veins behind him also turned around, with a solemn expression, only to hear him say with a pleasant face: "All the disciples are here!"

More than 50,000 disciples bowed together and said, "I've seen the real person in charge!"

Xin Yuanzi looked at the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect who were gathered in the Emperor Hong Palace, smiled with satisfaction, and said loudly: "More than 5,000 years ago, the ancestor founded the Imperial Sword Gate in this majestic Shaoyang Mountain Range, and took it as his responsibility to protect the human world. In order to motivate his disciples to cultivate, Master Zu set the Nine Veins Martial Arts once every 100 years, and today, it has been more than 50 sessions. ”

"Ahh These exclamations came from the mouths of the rookie disciples, who were inevitably amazed when they participated in such a grand event as the Nine Veins Martial Arts for the first time.

Xin Yuanzi stroked the white whiskers under his chin, looked at the reactions of the disciples with satisfaction, and continued: "Everyone, you are all the leaders of the Imperial Sword Sect and the guardians of the human world. However, on the way of cultivating immortals, only by going against the current and moving forward can it be possible to achieve achievements, and there must be no slackness. It has been more than 5,000 years since the founding of my Imperial Sword Sect, and I am actually the orthodox Xuanyuan lineage, the leader of the Xianmen, I hope you will not insult your identity and do not forget your mission. ”

"Respect the teachings of the real people in charge!" all the disciples shouted in unison.

Xin Yuanzi nodded with satisfaction, and motioned to Xu Rizhao, the head of Chaoyang Peak on the side, to preside over the Nine Veins Martial Arts Event.

Xu Rizhao took a step forward, with a solemn face, and said loudly: "To this day, under the leadership of Senior Brother Xin Yuanzi, my Imperial Sword Sect is prosperous and powerful, and there are countless outstanding people in the younger generation. Therefore, every session of the Nine Veins Martial Arts will have rich rewards, and this time will certainly be no exception, I hope you will treat it carefully. ”

After a pause, Xu Rizhao said again: "In this nine-vein martial arts, the disciples of each vein will compete in their respective main veins first, and the top twenty can enter the final competition. The final competition was in the square, and the ring was already set. The disciples who enter the final competition will determine their opponents by drawing lots. ”

At this time, Xin Yuanzi said: "Okay, the head of each lineage will lead the disciples of the main lineage back and start the martial arts! Three days later, the last martial arts will be held in the square. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother in Charge!" The head of the Eight Veins immediately led his disciples back to the peak of the Natal Vein and began to practice martial arts.

The disciples also walked out of the Dihong Hall one after another, grinding their fists and palms, eager to try, wanting to show their strength and achieve good results in the Nine Veins Martial Arts.

Jingyang didn't expect his luck to be so good, Nalan Feiyu only accepted him and Nangong Xiyue's two apprentices, and Nangong Xiyue didn't participate in the Nine Veins Martial Arts, so he directly participated in the last competition three days later.

He suddenly remembered that the two brothers and sisters of Duanmu Yungu were in the same situation as him, so he walked up to Duanmu Yungu and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Duanmu, our luck seems to be very good! ”

Duanmu Yungu also smiled: "Yes, however, we can't take it lightly, we can learn a lot of experience by going to the various veins to observe the ring." ”

"That's exactly what I wanted!"

Jingyang and Duanmu Yungu brothers and sisters walked out of the Dihong Palace, walked with the sword, went to the various veins of the ring to observe the competition, and looked at the true recipes and mysteries that frequently appeared on the stage, and the three of them benefited a lot.

At dusk, Jingyang returned to the bamboo house, Nalan Feiyu didn't know where he went, there was no trace of him, since Jingyang came, he didn't see Nalan Feiyu much, only occasionally appeared, pointed out his cultivation a few times, and then disappeared without a trace.

Nalan Feiyu seems to have brought the realm of the sword immortal to the extreme, a pot of turbid wine, a fairy sword, a white clothes, the heart is moving, and the power of all things is flying in the sky, and has reached the realm of transcendence and freedom.

Jingyang looked in front of Nangong Xiyue's bamboo window, and saw that there was no one inside, only a simple lyre was placed on the table made of bamboo, and Nangong Xiyue didn't know where to go.

"Alas, everyone has run away! I, Jingyang, am alone. Jing Yang sighed, and then returned to his bamboo hut, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, and practiced the Xuantian Method.

Three days later, the first competition has ended, the top twenty disciples of each vein will participate in the last competition, and the top ten winners are the top ten of the Nine Veins Martial Arts this time, and they will receive rich rewards, and the real person Xin Yuanzi decided to take the Immortal Recipe as the reward for the first place.

The space of the Dihong Hall is much smaller, and there are only more than 200 disciples in the hall today, excluding the 180 disciples of the Nine Veins, and there are some disciples of the elders, so there are more than 200 people in total.

Jingyang came to the Dihong Hall very early, and at this time, Xin Yuanzi led the head of the eight veins and a group of elders to walk in.

"Meet the real master!" "Meet the first seat!" the disciples shouted in unison.

Xin Yuanzi said with relief: "Good, good, good!" Then he motioned to Guo Yuanjia, the eldest disciple who was standing aside, and waved his hand to him, Guo Yuanjia understood, walked into the inner hall, and walked out with a big mahogany box in his arms for a while.

The two disciples of Xin Yuanzi, namely the senior brother Guo Yuanjia and the second senior brother He Lingxu, did not participate in the Nine Veins Martial Arts, and the two of them were recognized as the leaders of the younger generation in the Imperial Sword Sect, so in order to give more opportunities to the disciples of each lineage, Xin Yuanzi did not let them participate.

Xin Yuanzi smiled slightly, glanced at Xu Rizhao, the first seat of Chaoyang Peak on the side, Xu Rizhao understood, took a step, pointed to the big mahogany box in Guo Yuanjia's hand, and said loudly: "Everyone, in this mahogany box, there are more than 200 paper pills, and the number of the number of competitors is written on it. Yesterday, your elder brother has sent your own number to you. After the draw, the number prevails, whose number you draw, you will compete with whom, if you are lucky, draw your own number, then bye. ”

Jingyang looked down at a piece of bamboo slip in his hand, on which was written the handwriting of One Hundred Zero One, he was One Hundred Zero One, and he didn't know who he would draw.

Xu Rizhao paused and said, "Okay! Now the lottery will begin, and after the lottery is completed, we will go to the ring to compete." ”

The disciples stepped forward and pulled out a paper pill from the large mahogany box in Guo Yuanjia's hand. Jingyang also smoked one, opened it and saw that it was No. 7. At this time, Duanmu Yungu, who had drawn the paper pills, came over and said, "Jingyang, what number did you draw?"

"Seven. Jingyang said, "Senior Brother Duanmu, what number did you draw?"

Duanmu Yungu said: "I drew the number one. Let's go out and see who we've drawn. ”

Walking out of the Dihong Palace, I saw a huge bamboo slip suspended above the square, on which was written the number of the test disciples. Jing Yang looked around and finally found the name of his opponent.

"Qihao, Taidoufeng, Xiao Yu. Jingyang looked up at the bamboo slips.

"Pick up No. 1, Silingfeng, Zhao Zheng. Duanmu Yungu also found the name of his opponent.

Next, Jingyang and Duanmu Yungu separated and prepared to compete in the ring. At this time, the opponent number drawn by the disciples had been passed to each disciple by Xin Yuanzi in the heart of the immortal formula, so they all knew who their opponent was. Jingyang came to the Qi number ring, and saw a young man wearing the costume of a disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect standing in the ring, obviously this young man was Xiao Yu of Taidou Peak.

Around the ring sat a group of elders who would preside over the competition, when one of the elders said, "Let's begin!"

"Yes!" Jing Yang jumped up and jumped into the ring, only to see Xiao Yu for a long time, holding the fairy sword, with a relaxed face.

Taidou Feng Xiao Yu made a sword salute and said, "Taidou Feng, Xiao Yu!"

Jing Yang waved the Ancient Desolate Immortal Sword in his hand, stood it on his chest, and said, "Elder disciple, Jing Yang." ”

Xiao Yu nodded and said, "Senior Brother Jingyang, Senior Brother has started to attack, you have to be careful." ”

When this person attacked, he didn't forget to remind him, thinking that he was a good person, Jingyang smiled and said: "Thank you Senior Brother for reminding me, but since it is a competition, I also ask Senior Brother to do his best to achieve the purpose of learning." ”

Seeing that Jingyang didn't appreciate his love, Xiao Yu was a little annoyed, and thought in his heart, you are just a new disciple, and I am participating in the second Nine Veins Martial Arts, I expect that your cultivation is not as good as mine, I don't want you to lose miserably, and I will lose face, so I reminded you, I didn't expect you to be so frivolous.

Since this is the case, let me, the senior brother, teach you a good lesson, let you know what it means to be a person outside the world, Xiao Yu held his breath and condensed, and suddenly saw that the real power around him was agitated, and the clothes on his body were windless and automatic, the fairy sword in his hand was clenched, and he used the Xuan Jue sword trick, and suddenly the fairy light and sword shadow overflowed, and a sword stabbed towards Jingyang.

Jing Yang smiled faintly, he was not afraid at all, he had fought with the golden armor warriors many times, he was experienced, and he was no longer a new disciple's cultivation. He held the Ancient Desolate Immortal Sword in his right hand, pinched the True Trick Sword Finger in his left hand, and slowly wiped the sword body, and in an instant, his real power surged, his body was bow-shaped, like an arrow was bounced out, and the fairy sword waved, scattering the Immortal Light Sword Shadow that Xiao Yu attacked.

Xiao Yu saw that Jing Yang easily broke his own sword, he was slightly surprised in his heart, and secretly used the Xuantian method to calm his mind, and looked at Jing Yang again, his gaze became solemn, and now he knew that what Jing Yang said just now was not frivolous, but strength.

Xiao Yu calmed down and shook his mood, and paid more attention to Jingyang, he didn't expect that his own secret trick, Jingyang would be able to resist it with the true trick, and as soon as Jing Yang made a move just now, he had already sensed that Jing Yang had entered the Tianquan realm, and he sighed: "I didn't expect you to also step into the Tianquan realm, but I will still defeat you." ”

Jing Yang shook his head and said, "The realm is not completely equivalent to strength. ”

Xiao Yu snorted coldly, condensed the Xuan power again, he decided to use the strongest blow in the Xuan Jue to defeat Jing Yang in one fell swoop, he seemed to be impatient. I saw him put the fairy sword in front of him, a fairy light flashed in his eyes, the momentum was violent, the aura around him became riotous, the sword qi flew wildly, with boundless aura, and finally turned into countless sword nets, completely enveloping Jingyang.

Jing Yang had to deal with it heavily, he felt the huge power contained in Xiao Yu's blow, he pinched a mystery, and inserted the Ancient Desolate Immortal Sword into the ground, and suddenly the body of the Ancient Desolate Immortal Sword was filled with water-blue lightning, like a goshawk, soaring into the sky, unstoppable.

The sword net condensed, and countless immortal swords and sword qi were all sent out, if Jing Yang was hit, he would definitely become a big hedgehog! The elders sitting on the side also had a solemn face, ready to rescue Jing Yang at any time.

The disciples who were watching from the ring also let out an exclamation, sweating for Jing Yang, in the face of such an offensive, Jing Yang was actually fearless, as usual, and couldn't help but have a sense of respect for him.

Jingyang was still indifferent, he mobilized the mysterious power in his body, pulled out the ancient desolate immortal sword, with the momentum of thunder, a sword slashed out, a huge sword light crisscrossed the world, shattered the sword net, and suddenly flew sand and stones, the smoke was thick, and in an instant, the victory and defeat reversed, and Jingyang defeated Xiao Yu with one blow.

"Jingyang wins!" the elder announced the results of the competition.

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