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The remarks of the Jinyi Xuanfu envoy made the surrounding temperature suddenly fall into winter, and the atmosphere suddenly condensed.

"Isn't the messenger joking? The stakes are very high when the two sides discuss the sword competition, how can it be such a child's play! ”

Feng Yinxi is known as the Angry Wave Swordsman, and his cultivation is naturally superb, and his gaze at this moment is like two cold sword lights, falling on the Xuanfu envoy.

The Jinyi Xuanfu envoy didn't seem to see this compelling gaze, but just turned sideways, his eyes lowered on the side, like an outsider.

On the contrary, Han Batian behind him didn't care, and he stepped out in one step, laughing.

His voice was like rolling thunder, shaking everyone's ears and ringing, "What? Wind Pavilion Master, aren't you afraid? ”

"Han Batian, what do you mean?"

Although Feng Yinxi has a strange poison in his body, he has medicinal power to help suppress it, and he can't see it at all from the outside.

In the face of the aggressive Han Batian, his momentum did not let go at all, like the Yangtze River, like a big river, spewing out, rolling endlessly.

"What do you mean? Don't you know what someone means yet? Do you think that by using pills to suppress toxicity in the body, you can really hide from the world? ”

Looking at the wind roaring with the true qi of the whole body and the fluttering Confucian clothes, Han Batian's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, and he suddenly pulled out the thick-backed long knife behind him, and suddenly it was a stone that broke the sky and slashed out in the air.

"How do you know ......"

Before the wind was shocked, this fierce knife power like thunder was already pressing in front of his eyes.

The fierce and domineering strength made him have to close his mouth and draw his sword with his backhand to counterattack.

Han Batian is a thunder knife, a hand of "six types of thunder knife method" from the ancient temple of Buddhism Lei Yin Temple, the move to just to fierce, a knife cast, as if thunder from the sky, destroying the monument and cracking the stone, when the person is blind.

Feng Yinxi was suddenly attacked, facing the silver and white sword light in his eyes, he didn't have the slightest room to think, he could only forcibly operate the true qi in his body, and the angry wave sword technique unfolded, and he naturally used it as soon as he recruited students, and shook the long sword in his hand.

In the silver and white sword light in the sky, a clear sword light like water appeared, like a bubbling spring at the beginning, and then like the mighty Yangtze River, the sword light was endless, gathering more and more, and finally resisted this earth-shattering knife.

The "Angry Waves Sword Technique" of the wind is also transmitted from the Taoist Qingcheng Mountain, and the power is not under the "Six Styles of Thunder Sword Method".

In addition, his skill is already above Han Batian, and between the lightning and flint, he still relies on his profound skill to deviate the thick-backed long knife with one sword.

It's just that he used his true qi in vain like this, and the toxicity that was originally suppressed in his body by the medicinal power finally couldn't be suppressed anymore and rioted in his body.

I saw him say "wow", spit out a mouthful of bloody blood that was as black as ink, and his originally upright body suddenly crumbled.

"Sick man, remember that today next year will be your sacrifice day!"

After failing to make a knife, Han Batian was overjoyed when he saw the strange poison in his body erupt in the wind, and then pushed the back of the knife with his hand, and his body turned with the knife, bringing out a brilliant knife light like a knife practice.

"Master......"

Seeing that Feng Yin was spitting poisonous blood, Xue Yue and the other Sword Pavilion disciples were immediately shocked and angry, and seeing that Han Batian refused to give up, they were about to rush forward.

Feng Yinxi spit out a mouthful of poisonous blood, but suddenly stood up and stopped everyone behind him, "This is a matter for the teacher, don't interfere!" ”

He knew that Han Batian was a near-consummate master of Zhou Tian's rank after all, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing had at least six veins, and he was only one step away from the Dao Foundation Realm, and letting the disciples of the Sword Pavilion go up was tantamount to sending them to death!

At this moment, only by relying on the Qinggang Sword in his hand, with the strength of one person, to face this Ben Thunder Dao alone, can he have a slight chance of winning while protecting his whole body and disciples.

The swordsmanship of the angry waves takes the angry waves of the rivers and rivers, and the state of mind of the wind at this moment is in line with the artistic conception of the angry sea and the rising waves.

Although the strange poison in his body was raging, and his strength was only seventy percent at most, he still brought pieces of green light with him, and he kept sword moves, like the surging Jiang Tao, to meet the sword light.

In the huge martial arts arena, the cold light was cold for a while, and the energy roared, stirring up the surrounding withered yellow leaves, rolling and flying like a big dragon.

The bluestone floor tiles under the feet of the two also disintegrated into fine gravel from time to time under the collision of swords and sword qi.

Xue Yue stood aside, his palm tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, his eyes staring at the figures that collided together from time to time in the field, for a moment.

Han Batian's skill cultivation with Feng Yinxi was still a little beyond his estimate!

After all, although Feng Yinxi usually teaches everyone to practice swords, most of them stop at the point, and they are not as desperate as they are today.

With the skill of only four veins in front of him, even if he has a swift and treacherous sword technique to ward off evil spirits, rashly facing Han Batian, I am afraid it will be more than lucky.

Now Xue Yue only hoped that Feng Yinxi would be able to frustrate the other party, so that he would not have to take a risk.

Fortunately, Feng Yinxi's strength seems to be far above Han Batian, even if he only uses less than seventy percent of his strength at the moment, relying on the artistic conception of the angry sea and the rising waves, he actually began to gradually suppress Han Batian's Thunder Six Style.

The six-style thunder knife method is fierce and domineering, the first weight is the thunderbolt, the indestructible momentum, once this momentum is blocked, or even oppressed, the power of the knife technique is suddenly greatly reduced.

Xue Yue was secretly happy in his heart, if it went on like this, it wouldn't be long before Feng Yinxi would be able to fight back, but instead defeat Han Batian in front of the Jinyi Xuanfu envoy.

Such a situation is naturally seen by the people around him.

The disciples on this side of the Nujiang Sword Pavilion, of course, all looked relaxed, and there was even a trace of happiness.

After all, under the poisoning of the hall owner, he was forced to do it with others, and they already had a resentment in their hearts.

And the brocade cloth Xuanfu envoy at the door, and the people who ran to the Lei Gate, their faces were not very good-looking.

Especially the Jinyi Xuanfu Envoy, his face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping, and he didn't expect that Han Batian would not even be able to take a poisoned person.

Just when the balance of victory was tilted towards the side of the Nujiang Sword Pavilion, Yoda and Qian Tong, who had been standing beside Xue Yue and Feng Yuhe, secretly glanced at each other, and then suddenly drew their swords and rushed out in the stunned eyes of everyone.

"Master, we're here to help!"

Two sword lights, Sen Ran slaughtered towards the battle group.

Just when Xue Yue and everyone in the Sword Pavilion were surprised, these two sword lights suddenly folded in the air, and they actually abandoned Han Batian in front of them, and instead stabbed towards Feng Yin's waist and ribs.

"Rebels, how dare you do this!"

How could Feng Yinxi have thought that just when he did not hesitate to give up suppressing the strange poison and let it spread in his body in exchange for the victory he was about to win, the two apprentices he had worked so hard to train would actually insert two swords from behind.

In desperation, he could only change his moves in time, the sword momentum slowed slightly, and from the clear light sword shadow like a river in front of him, two streams were divided, one left and one right swinging away the double swords behind him.

It's just that in this way, the situation of holding on to Han Batian was also broken in an instant, and when he saw this wisp of vitality, Han Batian shouted angrily, his anger turned sharply, and the sword light in front of him skyrocketed.

Everyone only heard a click in their ears, and then the sky was full of clear light and sword shadows, which cracked like green jade, turning into thousands of pearls and splashing.

And a silver rainbow split the waves, and the stroke was groaning on the chest.

Bang......!

The green steel sword was broken, blood flowed, and a generation of swordsmen was already involuntarily, and under the force of the knife, they smashed towards the people behind them.

"Master!"

"Father!"

Among the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, two figures flew out, one on the left and one on the right, respectively, supporting Feng Yinxi's shoulders.

"He'er, Yue'er, the master is incompetent, can't ...... for you"

Feng Yinxi's miserable white face was full of blue and black breath, and at this time, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, and closed his eyes unwillingly with deep regret.

"Father, Yuhe doesn't blame you!"

The girl who is usually playful and used to it, at this time, her eyes are red, and she is holding her still warm body, and tears are rolling down.

And Xue Yue, who was also in a heavy mood, also received the first task issued by the Yuan Shi Dao Altar at this time:

Trigger the training quest - Pavilion Master's Last Wish: The Angry Waves Pavilion Master Feng Yinxi was assassinated by a traitor and unfortunately died tragically, as his disciple, you must fulfill his last wish, kill Han Batian, and obtain the sword holding order for the Sword Pavilion disciples.

If the task is completed, 300 experience points will be rewarded, and if the task fails, the five success points will be deprived.

"Haha, the people of the Nujiang Sword Pavilion listen to Lao Tzu, Feng Yinxi, this old horseman has become a defeated general under me, if you want to be able to carry a blade in the future, you have to enter my Thunder Gate!"

Seeing that his old opponent Feng Yinxi had no breath, Han Ba Tianzhi was satisfied, and he was suddenly overflowing, and he directly used the few true qi in his body to use the thunderous roar to deter everyone in the Nujiang Sword Pavilion.

For a while, the sound waves around him vibrated and the bricks and tiles were shining, which made the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who saw the defeat of the hall master also have a little fear in their grief and anger.

And Yoda and Qian Tong, who were sneaking up behind the scenes, bowed down in front of Han Batian at this time, and said loudly: "Sword Pavilion disciples Yoda and Qian Tong are willing to abandon the darkness and join the Benlei Sect and be taught by the Bishop of Hanmen!" ”

All this seemed to be premeditated, and Han Batian suddenly stepped forward to help the two of them up and make a move.

Looking at the bloodstained and already exhausted wind groaning, everyone in the Sword Pavilion was silent for a while, and in the oppressive atmosphere, only the occasional sobbing sound of Feng Yuhe sounded.

The Jinyi Xuanfu envoy, who pretended to be a cold bystander, also walked out at this time, clapped his hands and smiled: "The master of the Han Sect is really broad-minded, since the Nujiang Sword Pavilion has lost the competition, then from now on, the people of the Nujiang Sword Pavilion will no longer be allowed to use blades, and the violators will be killed!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Sword Pavilion was even more mournful.

"Wait! Who said that the Nujiang Sword Pavilion competition has been lost? Just when everyone thought that the overall situation had been decided, Xue Yue finally stood up.

His voice was like ice for thousands of years, and the coldness that permeated it almost froze everyone's minds.

"Hmm......? Your pavilion master has already become a ghost under someone else's sword, can you, a little disciple, still want to turn the tables? ”

Jinyi Xuanfu's eyes narrowed, and a trace of killing intent flashed in them.

"Whether it is successful or not, you will only know after the comparison!" Xue Yue walked to the center of the field step by step, his tone still as cold as ice.

The Jinyi Xuanfu envoy glanced at Han Batian, who didn't care, slammed the thick-backed long knife pillar on the ground, and sneered loosely: "Since you want to die, Han will fulfill you!" ”

From his casual appearance, it can be seen that he has contempt for Xue Yue.

Xue Yuecang sighed, pulled out the long sword in the sheath, and his jewel-like clear eyes, with a strong killing intent, stared at him and said, "Okay! ”

Before the voice fell, in the surprised gaze of everyone, his figure seemed to turn into a ghost, and disappeared in front of him in an instant.

At the same time, a sword light like a meteor had already reached Han Batian's forehead in the blink of an eye, pointing directly at his brow.

Xue Yue knew that his skills were inferior to the other party, and once he stalemate with him, he would definitely lose.

The only chance of winning is to use the swift and strange mystery of the evil sword technique to break through the opponent's defense at the first time to have a chance to kill it.

For this reason, he completely disregarded the bearing capacity of the meridians, and in an instant, he burst out all the true qi in his body, and controlled the yin and yang of the true qi with the sword technique and heart technique, and obtained a speed far beyond the usual.

In a flash, the sword move has arrived!

Han Batian was also unaware of such a swift sword technique, and when he lost Xue Yue's figure in his eyes and felt the piercing cold sword qi between his eyebrows, it was already too late to raise the sword light.

Xue Yue's sword was like a flash of lightning in the sky, fleeting.

The two figures crossed over, and everyone saw Xue Yue's body disappear in front of Han Batian's body, and after the electric light, he appeared behind him again.

And the Ben Thunder Knife, which killed the wind with a knife, was as if he was stupid, raised the long knife that had only reached his chest, and stood in place in a daze.

A little bit of Yin Hong's blood beads gradually oozed from the center of his eyebrows!