Liang Chen stood with his sword in his hand and watched Shen Dongli walk step by step to the center of this hall.

"Draw your sword at me." Liang Yanwang's voice was cold, and there was not much emotion.

Shen Dongli clenched her fists, revealing the white bones of her right hand, only to see her sacrifice the remnant sword in her left hand, bow to Liang Chen, and say, "It's rude." ”

Liang Chen glanced at Shen Donglian's right hand, and although he was a little puzzled, he didn't ask in public. He seems to have seen this kind of bone cultivation method somewhere.

"Among your disciples, she has the best qualifications." Liang Chen announced to everyone lightly.

"I'm here to show you the gap between people."

Shen Dongli glanced at the male cultivator in front of him who had no emotional fluctuations, but he couldn't see through him. This Liang Chen's cultivation is quite high, and his heart is also very firm, even in the face of tens of thousands of disciples, saying such provocative words, Shen Dongli still didn't see him panic at all.

Everything he says comes from the heart.

Such a person is really a little scary.

Shen Dongli showed Liang Chen a sword move, she was not a sword cultivator, but she had obtained a trace of sword intent in the Zhongshan Secret Realm, and now she swung her sword out, but it seemed that there was an inexplicable qi flowing and echoing on the sword body. It's just that the sword is incomplete, and the missing part has gone nowhere, and the rest of it has been screaming and wailing all day and night.

The light in Liang Chen's eyes seemed to have dimmed, as if dark clouds had covered the stars in the night, leaving only darkness.

He drew his sword, and his moves flowed. Although he had not used his cultivation as an internal force, he just lightly touched Shen Dongli's broken sword, and a violent wail erupted between the two swords.

One after another, the sword intent passed from the place where the two swords met to Shen Dongli's hand, and they beat her heart one after another. Fortunately, with this soul network, her mind can't get out, and the thoughts of others can't come in the slightest.

"It's my turn."

Come and don't get along, it's rude.

Shen Dongli recalled the sword move that the female demon had taught her, the sword of death. Why did he die, he was besieged and died by Wuyazi with the innocent Qixiu.

Because she didn't want to die, Candle Red realized the sword of death at the moment of life and death.

So what is the raw sword?

Candle Hong didn't say, and Shen Dongli didn't ask, if you are free, it's better to ask. It's just that she is neither at the moment of life and death, nor is she fighting for her life, how can she realize the sword of death that cuts the sky.

I wanted to fool around and calm things down, but her sword was just her refusal.

The broken sword in his hand seemed to be running and shouting, as if it was raining down tears, as if it was recalling the old people, it was trembling. Candle Red entered the Vermilion Mirror, this broken sword should have been empty, and there was no more weapon spirit attached to it, but why was this.

Shen Dongli grasped the boundless sword intent, fierce, resolute, and gentle. She didn't know where that tenderness came from, but she could see it.

The man in white who has been with the old bear Ah Bao for many years is him, Wu Yazi. For Candle Red, he may have been affectionate.

Is that sword of his a raw sword? Shen Dongli turned his mind and thought about it. Because Wu Yazi didn't want to live in the first place, his sword left Candle Hong's life, and now a hundred years and thousands of years have passed, and he is still immortal. Is that the meaning of the sword?

It's just that in a moment, Shen Dongli returned to the sword.

The front end of the broken sword seemed to return to the sword body, connecting with Liang Chen's soft sword in the netherworld, only to see Shen Dongli turn over and lower his waist, avoid Liang Chen's sword moves, and then bully up, stabbing into the void in front of Liang Chen from the left side.

It was just two short moves, and the disciples on the side had never enjoyed it, and the two had already distanced themselves and stopped the movements in their hands.

"Your sword, interesting." Liang Chen said.

"Oh." Shen Dongli replied lightly.

"You want to come to my door." King Liang Yan unprecedentedly issued a sincere invitation.

"I'll take a look." Shen Dongli neither replied that he wanted to, nor did he directly refuse. Just because she worshipped the Lotus Fairy as her teacher one step earlier, and there is a little uncle of the wind, if she goes to another door, she also needs to inform the little uncle.

What's more, King Liang's state of mind is not pure.

Since he made a move to break the sword intent on the broken sword, Shen Dongli found that this Elder Liang seemed to have something to do with the broken sword.

When Shen Dongli took the initiative to attack and break his sword moves, she clearly felt that the sword moves of the person in front of her were a little confused.

It's a story again, but the people of the year have long since returned to dust, and the earth has returned to the earth, so he can't help but miss it.

Liang Chen saw that Shen Dongli refused, but he was silent for a moment and then returned to the same appearance as he was at the beginning, with a pure heart and few desires, and everything was indifferent.

"Naturally, you can't see the profound Dao rhyme contained in these two moves, this is where the gap between you and such a disciple lies, is it clear?"

Liang Chen said mercilessly.

"The most important thing in my generation's sword cultivation is to cultivate the sword heart." Liang Chen offered his sword and hung it in the square.

"Some people say that my class is difficult, my face is ugly, and the door is difficult to enter, and that's because your mind is too complicated." Liang Chen's cold voice spread to every corner of the square.

"Whoever can touch this sword is my disciple." Liang Chen waved his hand to sacrifice the sword, only to see that the sword turned into eighty-one lights and shadows, scattered in all directions of the square. He indifferently swept the expressions of everyone on the field.

He was waiting, waiting for someone to stand up and answer.

Finally, a disciple in blue stood up, and he said loudly: "I am Song Yuandao of Jingzhou, dare to be the first, and be the first to get up and take the sword for the Dao Chief." ”

I saw him bow and shake it, and then quickly stretched out his hand, trying to touch the blade of the sword not far from him. The sword fell so skillfully that it was within two steps of him, as if he could get it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Liang Chen just looked at him and didn't speak.

Before the blue-clothed disciple touched the sword body, dozens of people, hundreds of people stood up, for fear that the blue-clothed disciple would touch the sword body one step earlier. These people didn't even have time to report their names, so they joined the fierce activity of snatching the sword body.

In this way, the scene became more and more chaotic, and more and more disciples stood up.

First, the outer disciples were in a commotion, and then the inner disciples couldn't sit still, so they got up one after another, trying to snatch the opportunity within reach from the ten thousand people.

"Under Wen Yuwen, the first one touched the sword body." I only heard an angry roar, and in the vast sea of people, one hand was raised high, and the white and strong arm raised the silver sword body.

In just an instant, except for the sword body that was caught, the rest of the light and shadow disappeared, causing the disciples who were in the frenzy of snatching the sword to suddenly calm down.

Liang Chen looked at all kinds of disciples in the square, with different expressions, some were young and promising, some were old, some were embarrassed, and some were greedy in their eyes.