Deep in the clouds.

In the gloomy hall, the smoke was filling, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

A short, thin old man stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the Dao Sword placed on the offering table in front of him, his eyes flickering.

Behind him, the young man bowed his hands and looked respectful.

"Fang Rong, you have arranged this matter well. Although it is an internal dispute, it is most appropriate to borrow the hands of outsiders on such occasions. ”

The old man said nonchalantly, gently stroking the Dao sword with an indifferent expression.

The young man named Fang Rong didn't dare to be careless, and lowered his head a little lower, "Master Master, I can't grasp the heat of this, I have to ask you to make it clear." ”

The old man took a sip of the teacup, narrowed his eyes, savored the faint bitterness between his lips and teeth, and swallowed it for a long time.

"Just don't die."

Hearing this, Fang Rong was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the head of the sect to have such a low bottom line for that person.

"I'm a little worried. After all, Uncle Xiao was once a True Martial Sword Saint, let's sit back and watch like this, will it chill the hearts of those sect elders? If they come forward......"

The old man sneered, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were folded together, full of vicissitudes.

"Do you think those old foxes have lived in vain for so many years? The avenue is ruthless, they understand the coldness between these four words better than anyone else, and they can't avoid it, how can they have the courage to be righteous and awe-inspiring? ”

Fang Rong's expression suddenly changed, "I understand." ”

The old man was a little uneasy, and instructed: "No matter what he asks, don't agree." Unless, take something in exchange. ”

As he said this, he glanced at Fang Rong deeply.

Of course, Fang Rong understood, and said, "I really can't figure it out, what is he trying to do when he comes back this time?" With both the True Martial Sword and the Lonely Nine Swords, shouldn't he hide in the mountains and concentrate on cultivating? ”

"Don't think about it if you can't figure it out," the old man said in a cold tone, "When he is seriously injured and paralyzed, you should ask him in person!" ”

Fang Rong saluted, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something again, "By the way, Xue Qingwu rushed back a few days ago, let's ......"

He didn't go on.

In the shadows, the old man was as dark as a ghost, and his eyes were calm.

"You think I don't want him dead? This little girl represents the attitude of many people......"

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In front of the mountain gate, the two confronted each other.

Countless young people watched from the side, with different emotions on their faces.

"I know you're crazy, but I didn't expect you to be crazy like this," Xiahou Ba stared at Ren Zhen with a contemptuous smile, "If you dare to face me empty-handed, then let you recognize the cruel reality!" ”

With that, he volleyed into the air, wielding a huge mountain-opening sword, and killed Ren Zhen violently.

Boom, boom!

The wind howls and the waves roll.

The heavy iron sword was wrapped in ferocious might, like a wild bull running in shock, crushing forward, making it difficult for people to parry.

Ren Zhen knew that it was difficult to take this sword from the front, and this kind of fighting method of competing for strength was not what he was good at.

When the wind hit, he retreated backwards, and the whole person was like a soft and boneless fluttering, suddenly flashing in the void, and his body was extremely ghostly.

He was so fast that people didn't even notice it, and his hands were still behind his back, hidden in his sleeves.

"Want to hide?" Xiahou Ba snorted coldly, his eyes were cruel, "Then let's see who is faster!" ”

Sou! The Kaishan Sword detached from his palm, bursting like thunder and lightning, and shot out.

The sword was decisive, its momentum was fierce, and a cold light was drawn in the void, and after an instant, the sword was straight in front of Ren Zhen, only a stone's throw away!

The crowd was in an uproar, "Divine Will Controls the Sword!" ”

Before Xiahou Ba entered the third realm, he had already comprehended the divine power of the divine realm, what a demonic understanding!

Not only that, if you don't have a powerful divine soul, you don't want to control the heavy mountain opening sword at all, and it is impossible to be swift and swift.

"We all underestimate him!" The young people's eyes shrank suddenly, and their shock was overflowing, "Gu Jiantang is done this time!" ”

Ren Zhen was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that this rugged young man who was flying and domineering would hide a talent that should not be underestimated.

He wasn't panicking, though. At the beginning, in front of the real Sword Master, he was not afraid, a small child of a family, what is it.

In a flash of lightning, he was about to stab into his chest, and finally stretched out his left hand in his sleeve and aimed it at the aggressive blade of the sword.

The Kaishan Sword suddenly froze, stopped in mid-air, and could no longer move forward!

"This ......," the young men were dumbfounded.

They could see it clearly, Ren Zhen's left hand that was against the flying sword in the air, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation, which meant that he was not using internal force to block the flying sword.

Taking a step back, even if he wanted to use his internal strength to resist, with his mere primordial realm cultivation, how could he compete with Xiahou Ba's sub-realm consummation.

In the huge square, there was silence.

Everyone looked up at the void, speechless in shock.

Xiahou Ba's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

At this moment, he clearly felt that his flying sword was being pulled by some invisible force, and not only could he not move forward, but he couldn't even retreat.

The Kaishan Sword was in vain connected with his divine will, but it was completely out of control!

Jian Xiu lost his sword, just like a bird lost its wings. Xiahou Ba struggled to no avail, like a stupid bird, and roared in despair: "You must have cultivated demon arts!" ”

He naturally couldn't notice that between Ren Zhen's left palm, there was a very subtle golden light quietly circulating, full of strange attraction, making the Kaishan Sword Blade unable to extricate himself.

This is not witchcraft, this is Ren Zhen's talent.

In the void, Ren Zhen smiled faintly, "The Three Realms are like floating clouds to me, not to mention that you can only comprehend the skin, even if you really step into the Third Realm, it is not worth mentioning in front of me." ”

The three realms are like floating clouds to me, so arrogant!

This light and breezy words reached the ears, setting off turbulent waves in people's hearts, "It is worthy of being a strong man in the past, even if he falls to the first realm, he can still be invincible in the three realms!" ”

No one knew the true identity of the Sword Saint now, and they thought that the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, which was caused by Gu Jiantang's residual power.

If one day, the truth is revealed, and the world knows the methods of the young man Ren Zhen, he will definitely drop his jaw.

In the square below, Xiahou Ba finally came to his senses, and his face was hideous and terrifying.

He was ordered to come this time to humiliate Gu Jiantang, and he was determined to win. never expected that it would turn into self-inflicted humiliation, which made him so willing.

"Bluff, you're just a little stronger, and it's just hard to press me!"

His pupils revealed a sense of madness, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, took out a pill from his arms, and swallowed it.

"Since you said that the Three Realms are like floating clouds, then I will use the Three Realms cultivation to knock you down to the clouds in public!"

I saw that his breath swelled all over his body, spewing out countless white vapors, and the killing intent was so clear that it enveloped him.

"Is he crazy?" The crowd was shocked, and their hearts began to twitch violently, "If the opportunity doesn't come, forcibly break through the realm, this will definitely leave fatal internal injuries!" ”

They couldn't understand Xiahou Ba's madness.

With his talent and identity, the future is limitless, and it is definitely not a thing in the pool in the future, and there is no need to choose to destroy his future desperately for the sake of a momentary battle of will.

What's more, losing to the True Martial Sword Saint is not a very humiliating thing.

Ren Zhen looked at Xiahou Ba, who had climbed to the realm, with pity, and vaguely guessed in his heart why the other party made such a choice.

For those wealthy families with deep roots, there is never a shortage of talented descendants. Xiahouba's qualifications are amazing, but they are by no means irreplaceable. In the eyes of the rulers of the Xiahou family, he is just a chess piece with valuable use.

The Xiahou family handed him the Kaishan Sword, obviously winning the revenge this time. Their self-esteem was already too fragile, how could they tolerate Xiahou Ba to make it worse.

If the pawn fails to realize its value, then he will be reduced to an outcast and be abandoned.

Xiahou Ba knew this very well, so he would rather take the risk of being seriously injured or even crippled than complete his mission and defeat Ren Zhen in public.

"Now, I'm the real Third Realm!" Xiahou Ba's eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Ren Zhen coldly, and his voice was hoarse, "Your death time has also arrived!" ”

He rioted in his divine mind, mobilized all his mental power, and tried to forcibly recall the Kaishan Sword.

However, to his surprise, the sword was still imprisoned in the void, unmoving, no different from the previous situation.

"Sure enough, even if he is a real third realm powerhouse, he still can't take back the flying sword from him!"

People looked up at the white clothes with solemn expressions, "He's still so strong, so strong that people are desperate!" ”

The gap between the first realm climbing mountains, the second realm viewing the sea, the three realms of divine will, and the lower three realms was originally huge, but Ren Zhen's mysterious and treacherous left hand allowed him to suppress even the strongest divine power of the divine will sword.

I have to say, his methods are terrible!

"Your ancestor, you barely have the qualifications to let me cut a sword."

Feeling Xiahou Ba's struggle, Ren Zhen stretched out his right hand, held the hilt of the Kaishan Sword, and took it from the air!

"As for you, no."

Ren Zhen's expression was calm, he walked down the void, and threw the mountain opening sword to Mo Yuqing casually.

When he goes, his hands are empty, and when he returns, he reaches out and takes his sword, and he never suffers a loss in trading.

He ignored Xiahouba's reaction, and even ignored the reaction of the spectators, and turned straight towards the mountain gate.

In front of everyone's eyes, Xiahouba's face was flushed, as if he had been slapped hard.

Not only did he fail to force Ren Zhen to take out the sword, but he was snatched by others with his bare hands!

As a genius, he will never tolerate his opponents crushing his pride and will not take him seriously at all.

Even if he fights for his life, he will make Ren Zhen pay the price!

At this moment, he was like a mad dog who had been driven to a dead end, no longer disregarding the so-called face and dignity, and sneaked up on Ren Zhen.

"Fool, die!"