Huo Yan is a disciple specially selected from the Sword Pavilion by Yihong Academy in recent years, and has the most outstanding kendo talent, and his favorite thing is to fight, endless battles, and he likes to fight with the strong the most.

What a pity, now in his eyes, it is a rotten wall mud that cannot be supported!

He regretted the sword just now, and he was ready to go back to comfort his sword.

I'm sorry to have humiliated you.

He regretted catching up and said to the somewhat proud boy, "Come, let's fight!" ”

"You don't deserve it."

What a pity to be shocked, jumping to his feet, "Why am I not worthy?!" ”

"You don't have any aura fluctuations on your body, perhaps, you don't have a natural spirit at all." Huo Yan stood still and looked at him quietly, "I don't know how you got in, but I, Huo Yan, will never admit you." ”

“…….”

He regretted smiling, smiling a little sadly, "In your eyes, the natural spirit is a symbol of the strong?" ”

Huo Yan didn't bother to answer this question.

Huo Yan's contempt completely angered him, and he looked at Yue Qingzhen and Zhou Huan in the distance, and said, "Aren't you going to fight?" I'll let you fight enough! ”

He began to undress, took off his coat, and under Huo Yanzheng's stunned expression, he cautiously took out a stack of papers in his underwear.

Huo Yanmeng was stunned.

He looked at the stack of papers, and his expression gradually became solemn, even stiff.

On that stack of paper, there were many sword intents.

He could feel the strength and simplicity of those sword intents.

In the dark night sky, there was silence. He looked at the stack of white papers, and his heart began to beat faster, nervous and excited.

What a pity to hold a stack of white paper in his hand. I flipped through it casually, and chose a sword with a better drawing.

Then, he pinched the hilt of the sword on the white paper and stabbed at Huo Yan.

The action is childish, even ugly.

However, suddenly there was a gust of wind in the night sky, and the wind cut through the air. Scattered around at will, so there was an arc on the top of the mountain somewhere, and thousands of branches were cut off.

A light. Cut through the darkness.

It was clearly reflected in Huo Yan's black pupils.

The sword light came too fast, and with a crisp sound, Huo Yan raised his sword and intercepted it, but in the next moment. Countless sword lights began to stab from all directions.

Yellow sand rises from the ground. It's like a sandstorm.

The sword light rolled up the sand and snow, and Huo Yan had been forced back dozens of steps.

"The Quartet Sword, the thirteenth sword of the Supreme Sword Spectrum, pays attention to the invisible, silent, most suitable, sneak attack."

The sword light receded, and Huo Yan was already ten steps away from He Xi.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Gripping the saber in his hand, he continued. "But you're in the wrong place."

He smiled indifferently and picked up the stack of papers in his hand, "One sword can't succeed, I still need countless swords, as long as you can catch it." ”

The sword intent of the Quartet Sword attracted the attention of many people.

A lot of discussion began to be heard.

"These three places seem to make sense, one is more fierce than the other."

"Don't say it too early, the sword intent in that guy's hand is someone else's."

"He's borrowing a sword."

"Is this kind of battle really good?"

"Senior Brother Huo Yan didn't say anything, let's watch first."

Two battles on the mountain, one nearing the end and the other begins.

Huo Yan held his sword and said softly, "If you have any sword moves, use them all." ”

He smiled leisurely, took out a piece of paper at random, held the hilt of the sword on the paper, and stabbed it again.

More than a dozen swords rang out.

The sword light seemed to come to life, and the sharp blade sneered through the air and stabbed towards Huo Yan's body.

The dust that had been kicked up by the newly arrived Sifang Sword fluttered in the night sky again, but every dusty line became the direction of the sword.

Lightning-like blades stabbed at him from all angles.

Huo Yan stood still, holding the sword in his hand, and suddenly made a movement.

He put the sword back in its scabbard, then picked it up and struck it haphazardly.

The fight is unusually crisp and clean.

Tens of thousands of sands and dusts came with sword blades, Huo Yan's beatings were random and fast, and a series of piercing sounds crackled in the entire night sky.

His response this time was rough and direct, and he didn't regret it.

"Fan cage, the proud work of Mr. Kong in his later years, is the most suitable, imprisoned."

Huo Yan's hand holding the sword trembled, looked at He Zhi, and laughed, "You used it in the wrong place again." ”

"What nonsense, come again!" He frowned, and pulled out another sheet under the white paper.

He looked at the paper in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he sat down in an awkward posture and made a hole in the ground.

Carefully stand the blade of the sword on the white paper downward.

Huo Yan was shocked and understood this action.

Although what he did was ugly and naïve, he probably described this sword move.

"There is a beggar in Nanshan, who has traveled all over the world for ten years, suffered from the heat and cold, and finally realized a sword, called, kill the emperor."

There was a noise in the ground

Countless protrusions suddenly appeared.

Piece by piece of land is gathered and formed.

Huo Yan's face turned pale, and he rose with his sword.

…………

……

He regrets that the battle with Huo Yan is continuing.

There was a sword light flying on the mountain, and many people were stunned.

In another place, Zhao was also stunned by what was in front of him.

The yellowish flat stone flew back at some point.

In her cabin, facing her in pairs.

Those eyes were a little more blood-red, and they seemed to be half of the blood-stained red, which was terrifying.

"Don't pester me!" Zhao covered his head a little broken, "You go somewhere else to play!" ”

The blood-red eyes blinked, and the stone slammed to the ground, rolling and rolling.

It seems to be.

Coquetry?

She looked away at the dark night outside the hut, and she couldn't accept it.

It was already halfway through midnight.

What the hell is going on out there?

Mr. Mei didn't appear, she was like a blindfolded bird in the formation, and she was smeared.

"You say, how the hell can I get out?" She frowned as she looked at the rocks scurrying on the ground.

The current leader of the array is Mr. Mei.

Coming in or going out is entirely up to him.

And at this moment, he was watching the assessment battle of Yihong Courtyard, maybe he had forgotten about Zhao District's cunzài, or maybe he deliberately didn't think about it.

As normal.

Zhao had no chance to go out at all.

However, when things happen in the world, the magic is in a 'change'.

No one can imagine what will happen in the next moment.

It's like, Mr. Mei's neglected Xu Xian has already sensed Zhao District's storage at a certain moment.

His emaciated figure grew thinner and thinner in the training arena.

He closed his eyes and called softly, "Only." ”

Change happens in this instant.

Xu Xianxian's body emitted a halo of light, the size of a firefly, and disappeared in the training ground in an instant. (To be continued......)