The morning sun shone on the heavens and the earth, casting a sense of tranquility on the Ghost God Sword Valley, and the quiet early sun spread on the ancient blue bluestone and rippled with colors.

The breeze gently blows the Ghost God Valley Jianbi Square, which is paved with bluestones, spread out in a circle, surrounded by ancient trees, adding a bit of green to it.

Today is the convening of the ghost and god sword competition, in this square gathered dense swordsmen and swordsmen, there are men and women, tall or short, fat or thin, women are beautiful and handsome men, of course, there are some ordinary and obscene and other kinds of swordsmen, there are white clothes and green shirts, there are linen clothes and blue robes, or the sword on the waist or the long sword on the back, some swordsmen have a wine gourd on their waists as a companion, they seem to be drunkards, some swordsmen stand quietly around their chests, their expressions are indifferent, there are also swordsmen with wooden swords, everyone is either holding in groups of threes and twos, or one person is independent, all are waiting for the arrival of the person who presides, that is, the ghost and god sword venerable, waiting for his appearance。

In the dense crowd, Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, Zhu Wen, Nangong Song and Dance were also among them, Xiao Jiange stood quietly in a mink coat, the breeze blew the fluff on his shoulders, his white hair moved slightly with the wind, and he was young and white, which was also more eye-catching among the crowd.

Duan Yuran was still dressed in white, like an immortal descending to earth, without a trace of dust, Nangong Song and Dance was dressed in red, with her half-human-tall heavy sword on her back, her expression was excited, and her beautiful eyes were full of impatience.

On the contrary, Zhu Wen, who was wearing a red striped white robe, looked indifferent, full of watching the play, but he was just watching the play, after all, he was a swordsman, not a swordsman.

In addition to Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, Nangong Song and Dance, and Zhu Wen, all dressed in a green robe, with a hosta on his head, long hair hanging straight down, white temples, bright eyes, handsome face, and Liu Qingfeng, who was carrying a sword and a guqin, was also among them.

There is a purple dress beside him, the same is a farewell hairpin, three thousand green silk like a waterfall down, a beautiful face, a pair of beautiful eyes revealing spirituality, temperament is refined, like autumn water, like clouds, it is Liu Qingfeng's sister Liu Xin, she stayed by Liu Qingfeng's side, looking left and right, looking around, as if looking for a certain figure, until she saw Duan Yu and then couldn't help but show joy, couldn't help but wave her hand to Duan Yuran, enthusiastic and lively, revealing a youthful atmosphere.

Duan Yuran also noticed that Liu Xin was beckoning to her, but just about to say it, she found that she was actually dragging a mink coat in her hand, her face suddenly changed slightly, she touched her nose, and secretly glanced at Xiao Jiange, and when she saw that Xiao Jiange didn't notice it, she was relieved.

In addition to Liu Qingfeng and Liu Xin, there was a figure standing not far from them, it was a man in a white and gray robe, with long black hair and a shawl, deep and thick eyebrows, dark eyes, no light, and a nose like an eagle.

Xiao Jiange immediately sensed that the aura on these three people was extraordinary, and they must be a master, "The man in the green robe and the woman in purple are the eldest disciples and second disciples under the Ghost God Sword Venerable, that is, Liu Qingfeng and Liu Xin. Duan Yuran said softly.

"Huh, it's really terrifying, the breath is strong, and the cultivation is extraordinary. Xiao Jiange was slightly surprised when he heard this, and looked at Duan Yuran in surprise.

"Ha, I met with them the day before yesterday, and I even had a trick with Liu Qingfeng. Duan Yuran said slowly, his eyes solemn.

"How?" Xiao Jiange suddenly became interested and asked curiously.

"It's very strong, with a fifty percent chance of winning, if it's not a realm higher than me, otherwise you can deal with it. Duan Yuran smiled, revealing a look of confidence in his words. 020 reading

"Hmm, how is that mink coat so familiar?" Xiao Jiange suddenly found the mink coat in Liu Xin's hand, and his face was immediately weird, and he looked at Duan Yuran with a deep expression, and winked at him.

Duan Yuran pretended to be deaf and did not speak, and continued to observe the swordsmen around him.

Xiao Jiange also looked for a figure in the crowd, and after inspecting a few laps, he finally found the black-clothed figure, only to see him leaning against an ancient tree at the back of the crowd, playing with the Mu Xiao in his hand, his expression was careless, and he didn't seem to have the slightest interest in this ghost sword.

Xiao Jiange was just about to retract his gaze when he saw another figure, which made him can't help but shrink his pupils, strong.

It was a blue-robed young man, who was also white-haired, young and white-headed, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, cold eyes, and a simple long sword on his back, the whole person was as cold as the snow, and at the same time that Xiao Jiange looked at him, he also looked at Xiao Jiange.

Looking at each other, there was a hint of interest in the hearts of both of them, because they were close to each other in the way of the sword, and they were the same kind of people.

One was tragically wiped out overnight, and came all the way, if he didn't still have chivalrous blood, I'm afraid he would have been a crazy madman.

One is one of the disciples of the Qingxin Sect of the Central Plains Gate, who cut off all emotions with his own hands in order to cultivate the ruthless sword of the heart, and broke his seven emotions and six desires with a sword, and stepped into the ruthless realm.

Eye contact, Xiao Jiange knew the origin of the other party, this person is the Dao Wuxin of the Qingxin Gate, Xiao Jiange couldn't help but feel a little shocked in his heart, this person is also a master of the world.

Just as Xiao Jiange was about to retract his gaze, another figure attracted his attention, making his heart tremble and shocked again.

It was a green-shirted swordsman, it was actually the first green-shirted swordsman to cross the river before, what shocked Xiao Jiange was that the aura exuded from this green-shirted swordsman at this moment was completely different from before, if it was a sharp breath before, but now it is a vast and majestic breath, and the qi is strong, as if it is a little thicker than the qi revealed when crossing the river, as majestic as a green pine, making people feel palpitations.

Duan Yuran and the others also discovered the changes in the green-shirted swordsman.

"It's so powerful, I felt that this person was ordinary when I crossed the Xujiang River before, but I didn't expect it to feel so terrifying when I look at it now, the sword intent is strong, and the momentum alone has crushed the swordsmen around him. Nangong Song and Dance said in shock.

"Indeed, it seems that he is the Tianditang Qingsong Swordsman, it is said that this person has realized two kinds of sword intent, one is wind and the other is Qingpine, and it seems that it is really hidden very deeply. Zhu Wen showed appreciation, this kind of person must be a person who is good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger on the rivers and lakes, and it seems that he is easy to bully, but in fact, he eats people and does not spit out bones.

Sensing the gaze of Xiao Jiange and the others, Song Wuji, who was dressed in a green shirt, showed a simple smile at them, which made Xiao Jiange and the others numb.