The shame of the past wants to snow in the present. The empty sword frame has already stood in the center, separating Ren Jian and Liu Sheng's sword shadow.

The cold salty sea breeze blows in, and it sets off the sword intent to kill the waves. Ren Jian is brave and fearless, the tiger roars into the sky, and the flames are blazing: "The Sword Monarch has twelve hatreds, this matter has nothing to do with you." ”

"I have no intention of interfering with the feud between the two. But the owner of this place has not yet come out, so there is no need to rush to do it. ”

"Why do you have to listen to the rules of the Sword Pavilion?"

"Because your goal is also mine. ”

"Huh?"

The nature is not unreasonable, and it is even more tempting to hear the words, who is the sword to press the fighting will, the tiger's eyes look in all directions, put away the tiger sword and walk towards the sword king's twelve hatreds. On the other side, Ximen Han looked thoughtful, and then moved towards Ren Jian, preparing for in-depth communication.

"You can hold a few swords in one eye, and you can hold a few swords in one hand. A few more swords are lovely, life is a sword in the end, swords love and hatred, earn a lifetime of obsessed sword fame, earn a body of obsessive sword shape, the name and shape are bad sword forever, born and die with the sword. ”

The opportunity to prove the sword has been lost, and I feel heartburned. Although Yanagi Sword Shadow Eye is temporarily blind, he has not lost his sword heart keenness, and he is also first-class. The flawless sword is silent, just waiting for the best time, the sword of the undisciplined to the simple, will be released.

But when he heard a squeak, the door of the Sword Pavilion opened, and suddenly the light was dazzling, and an old woman with a sword on her back walked out, and said cordially and politely: "Thank you for appreciating the light." If you are rude, please Haihan. If there is a grudge, please settle it after you leave the Sword Pavilion. ”

Hearing the words of humility, a group of masters will not pull down their faces and stir up trouble in the master's territory. Seeing this, the fish pattern old man was greatly satisfied, and after greeting Ximen Hanzhao, he turned back to the topic and asked everyone to take out the sword stickers and verify them one by one.

Nine people are invited, and there are only six people on the list at the moment. The fish-patterned old man's expression changed slightly, and the wrinkled old eyes looked at the red yeast rice in the autumn maple twilight, and took the two gold stickers very surprised.

However, the sword stickers belonging to the East China Sea Sword Sect and the Canghai Lonely Sword were taken by others, and their qualifications were also lost. And seeing that the red yeast is full of true qi and is extraordinary, the fish-patterned old man who originally selected the sword species for the Sword Pavilion is of course not inaccurate for no reason.

After the inspection and pasting was completed, everyone followed the fish-patterned old man into the Sword Pavilion, and the walls along the way were engraved with exquisite tricks, which saw that the Red Mansion was extraordinary, and it increased the interest of the swordsman to attend the meeting.

All kinds of people have different ideas. Ximen Hanzhao only wants to find Muye Lingfeng, Meng Baiyun has a red heart tied to the scarlet feather resentful concubine, Ren Jian is determined to investigate the tragedy of the baby's corpse, and the sword saint and the sword monarch walk side by side, and their true intentions are clear at a glance.

Shu Zhuying was silent, his deep eyes seemed to have crossed the barrier and landed on the wheel of years, but he regretted that the red song was appreciating the sword step by step, and he made comments from time to time, as a reward for the purple guide for the rest of the day.

A few moments later, the eight of them came to the main hall of the Sword Pavilion, listened to Cao Yunsheng explain the rules, and looked at the central round stone together: they would decide the opponent of the first sword fight with their own sword qi that would rush back and forth.

However, in order to select the most qualified sword species, Cobblestone has actually set up a mechanism inside the circle to pick out the weak and fight the strong as much as possible, so as to ensure that the upper master advances to the next round.

The light and thin sword light entered the void, and the sword qi refracted back, and the opponents judged each other. It seemed a little ridiculous, and Ren Jian shook his head and smiled.

"Huh. ”

"Miserable, how could I be so bad?"

Seeing that Zi Yufen's face turned blue, he stretched out his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said, "As long as you are given another chance to make ten moves, I believe you will be able to win." ”

Except for Meng Baiyun, none of the kendo masters in the field were opponents. And Meng Baiyun's luck was really bad enough, and he was directly assigned to the name of Liu Sheng Sword Shadow.

The strength of the two sides is not equal, the sword shadow of Liu Sheng is seamless, and the sword is majestic and majestic. Purple Yufen and Meng Baiyun were defeated as a matter of course, but they couldn't even make a move.

The insignificant sword ratio had passed, Meng Baiyun lost his soul and left, and the purple remnant slipped back to the side of the red song full of irritation. The next battle will become the most anticipated sword duel at the moment.

Under the eyes of everyone, the gray-brown cloth was wrapped, the shabby shadow could not cover the edge of the sword, the twelve hatreds of the sword monarch stepped out, the sword frame was not listed as a sword, but the god blade seemed to be drawing at the fingertips, and signed up indifferently.

"The Sword Monarch has twelve hatreds. ”

"Autumn maple twilight red yeast rice, please. ”

The flying light sword box turns to the divine light, and the grasshopper sword walks the spring silkworm vomiting silk, eliminating the cold of 10,000 years. Since entering the suffering realm, I let go of the battle for the first time, I am preoccupied with the red songs, and the grassflies have changed in many ways, and I will know the sword with a sword!

There is no distraction, a sword is one, and it is an infinite style of inclusiveness, the twelve sword kings hate to move the sword luck, return to the basics, and flow away in the sword net, and do not fall behind at all.

On the other hand, Xuantong is different from martial arts, even if the realm of the Sword Monarch is slightly better, it is even equal for a while, and the fierce battle and swinging the sword are like flowing water, which can withstand the Sword Monarch's wonderful moves.

"Hauni with the sword, life and death pact!"

The battle is rising, the grasshopper returns to the box, and the double sword washes the spring and autumn. The yellow dust of the Sword Pavilion fell into the sky, and the rainbow sword was crossed, composing a brilliant sword duel in a new game. The wonderful sword fight in the field attracted the attention of all parties. Whoever put down the wine jug, the tiger's eyes did not flash, and the shadow of the sword of Liu Sheng listened carefully, leaving no omission.

"I said before that the Sword Monarch has reached the Dao, how come you, a person from the outside world, have not been defeated?"

Although there were still complaints in the language, Purple Yufen was still standing on the side of the red yeast, unconsciously relieved, and secretly happy for the red yeast.

Hearing this, Ren Jian on the side snorted coldly and pointed: "If the martial arts realm can decide everything, the day before yesterday, the battle of Bailang Canghai would not be the one who died." ”

"Well, what's so special about the sword of the red yeast?"

"My own foundation is a little poor, and the opponent's physique is different. The Twelve Sword Monarchs hated that even if the sword was superior, the victory or defeat of the death battle was still undecided. Of course, if it was just a sword fight, the battle would have been won and lost early. ”

At this level of sword fighting, no one dares to say who can win steadily. Even if you are as confident and arrogant as anyone who is a sword, you must carefully consider it before answering with great certainty.

Witnessing a duel that is beyond common sense confirms that the Twelve Invincibles have been flawlessly perfected, but they still can't immediately defeat the enemy. Yanagi Sword Shadow couldn't help but ask himself at this moment, was it that Twelve was still invincible, or was his own idea of proving the sword poor?

Although the eyes are blind, the sword heart is not lost. A trace of doubt quietly entered his heart, and for some reason, Liu Sheng Sword Shadow immediately raised his head again and looked at the direction where Lou Wuxian was.

"The cold sword intent, the weeping sword heart, strange. ”

Inadvertently questioned his brain, but the instinctive refusal made Yanagi Sword Shadow unable to extricate himself from the idea of chasing. The mellow sword heart suddenly gave birth to some flaws, and the future was doomed......

Dongying Sword Saint was suffocated, but the two of them in the battle were selfless and intoxicated.

The heart has been clear, the sword monarch refers to the sword, indulges in thousands of ends, and is invincible.

Qingmang's eyes flashed for a moment, and the sword red swept his ears. Hauni's two swords are inseparable, and the sword fights are swordsmanship, sword intent, and sword heart interaction!

The sound of the sword is clear and pleasant, the way of the sword is gradually high, the red yeast is self-denying, knowing that the battle to the death is worthless, and does not care about a victory or defeat.

"The sound of your sword makes it impossible for me to find the slightest flaw. ”

"Concession. ”

I don't want to feel sorry for the red yeast to be so bright, the twelve hats of the Sword Monarch are a little stunned, and a good feeling is born.

"Your Excellency's high demeanor is also heartbreaking. When this is over, why don't you talk about it to the ocean?"

"Ha, I can't ask for it. ”

Like-minded, character-oriented, and befriending is natural. It's a pity that the red yeast and the sword monarch gave up the venue. Ren Jian saw that the red yeast was so free, and he recalled the battle of intentions back then, and suddenly felt a lot of feelings.

At the end of the three wars, Ximen Hanzhao then stepped into the field. And in order to show sincerity and respect, Shu Zhuying also stood in opposition.

"Makino Lingfeng, Shu Zhuying will give an explanation. ”

"Hmm...... Alas. ”

The figure stood still, but the high sword intent had already fought in the air. Even if it is not enough to hear half of the foundation, the cultivation of Shuzhu Shadow is still the best on the spot.

After a moment's decision, he knew that the cold light of Ximen, who had little chance of winning, heard the sound of the sparse bamboo shadow into the secret, and immediately withdrew from the field, saying with a little regret.

"It's the old man who has failed. ”

"With the top four in mind, the first round of the competition is over. You've just consumed a lot of internal energy, so why don't you rest for a few days and then fight?"

"No, I don't. ”

Staring at the red-clothed Cao Yunsheng, who was like blood, the highland position was not an obstacle, and the bamboo shadow walked calmly and firmly, as if looking down on the road.

"Take out the wheel of years, and the three swords belong to the conclusion. ”

"Oh?"

Without thinking about Shu Zhuying, he pointed directly at the Zhen Pavilion artifact, Cao Yunsheng's expression was subtle, and he muttered: "I haven't won the emperor yet, how can I see the wheel of time?"

"If you come out of the Emperor Phoenix, you will no longer have the opportunity to use the wheel of years. ”

"Is it self-confidence, or is it ignorance? Heh, haha!"

The pleasant laughter was cold, and Cao Yunshang got up angrily. Lou Wuxian is one step faster, and the snow sword draws the ice plum cover out of the sword!

"I said, Three Swords. ”