The courtyard door was closed, and the independent courtyard was convenient to isolate the hustle and bustle of the Sheng family.

At the end of the cultivation, Sheng Shi fetched clean water, and after washing up, he boiled the boiling water by himself, took the tea set, and sat in the small courtyard to brew a new pot of tea.

Looking up at the starry sky, the stars are quiet.

The spring night is full of the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms in the back mountain must be blooming at this time, he wants to visit the peach forest at night, and he does not want to disturb the new world of spirit beasts.

The aroma of new tea came to his nose, he picked up the tea bowl, took a deep sniff, and tasted the tea in a relaxed manner. *

After Shangguan Mingqiu received the summons from his master, he left in a hurry with all the disciples of the Tianshan Sect, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye, just left a letter.

The enrollment of the Holy Martial Academy continues, and presumably in the near future, or tonight, the second competition will also end.

Three days have passed since the end of the first game, and Meng Lili and the other three mentors have not stepped into the Sheng family again, so they must be really angry.

Sheng Shi was a little disappointed, he had already decided to go to the Holy Martial Academy to practice, because Ling Lao and Gillian didn't know when they would return, let alone when the damn system would be turned on, Qinglong's clues were so broken, he knew very well in his heart that if the contract with Qinglong could not be completed one day, he would not see Ling Lao for a day. For this reason, he decided to go to the Holy Martial Academy to bang his luck, after all, there are many cultivators in the academy, and he can find the clues of Qinglong without moving, and now he has completely annoyed the four admissions tutors, and he has given up the promotion quota for Shangguan Ming's gamble, so he can only prepare to go deep into Qifeng Mountain to find clues.

The tea was a little cold, and he sighed lightly in his heart, he had been on this continent for more than ten years, and his life was okay, although he couldn't talk about his father's and mother's love, but he really had a loving father and sister. As for the divine domain that almost killed him and the great feud of killing his father and mother, he really tried to forget, because he had always been a waste, and he also wanted to live a dull life, marry a wife and have children, and then die of old age, after all, since you are powerless to change this kind of thing, you can only obey. He remembered that in his previous life, someone said that if fate cannot be controlled by himself, the best way is to follow the destiny of heaven. But the appearance of Ling Lao changed his fate, he became a genius in the eyes of people, martial arts, alchemy, beast control, he can do it all, Ling Lao even told him that the exercises he practiced went straight to the avenue and could prove immortality, so he would not stop, and wait until that day to break the spatial barrier and go to that mysterious continent to kill the Quartet, and the revenge of killing his father and mother had to be avenged!

After a slight spatial fluctuation, a middle-aged scholar appeared in the small courtyard of Shengshi, he squinted and stared at Shengshi with a slight smile.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

The Xingchen Sword had been held in Sheng Shi's hand for some time, he shouted softly, and a sword light flashed, and the Xingchen Sword had already stabbed towards the middle-aged scholar with his violent figure.

Thirteen swords of wind and rain, stabbing sword style!

This is the real wind and rain thirteen swords created by the ancestors of the first generation of the Sheng family, and it is also the real swordsmanship of the Sheng family to establish its prestige.

A sword stabbed out, and the Xingchen Sword made a joyful clanging sound.

It seems that an ordinary sword stabbed directly, but it sealed all the retreats of the middle-aged scholar, this is not a sword, but a killing blow fused together by thousands of swords.

The middle-aged scholar smiled with relief, after thousands of years, he finally saw that the swordsmanship left in the library was really used by the descendants of the Sheng family, and he was really happy for the Sheng family.

Sen Han's sword qi came head-on, and the middle-aged scholar seemed to have no way to dodge, and the next moment he would be stabbed in the heart and die.

He didn't dodge, but just stretched out one of the index fingers of his right hand and flicked it at the attacking sword.

The Star Sword was like a flying swift, abruptly changing direction.

Sword Style!

After the sword in Sheng Shi's hand was separated, he instantly changed his sword moves, from a straight stab to a pluck to the sky!

"Very good!" the middle-aged scholar exclaimed, his index finger curled slightly, and a snap of his finger popped out.

The Xingchen Sword almost wanted to get rid of it, but the trend of the prosperous world was unabated, and he returned the sword with a blow under pressure.

Hanging sword pose!

The wind and clouds rose again, but instead of the previous fierce wind and rain, it became light and light, like the slight coolness after a rainstorm in a summer afternoon.

Wind and rain sword, the sword rises and the wind and clouds come, the sword is closed and the wind and rain retreat, the hanging sword style is the wind and rain sword, it gathers all the murderous energy, just to return, but it does not mean failure, but introverted, hiding murderous energy and a sword, killing the enemy and invisible.

The color of praise on the middle-aged scholar's face became heavier and heavier, he moved, his left foot was slightly raised, and then it fell, and he took a step back.

This is the first step of the middle-aged scholar when he fights, because he has not moved his position, even if it is the first two swords that are very powerful, he only moved one finger, flicked and flicked, and easily dissolved the sword moves of the prosperous world.

"Sure enough, it's a hero out of a teenager!" the middle-aged scholar spoke again, "Yes, you can use three swords to force the old man to take a step back, you are indeed a rare young genius." ”

"Really?" Sheng Shi frowned slightly, since the first moment the middle-aged scholar entered the small courtyard, he had determined that the other party's cultivation was in the innate eighth layer, this was impossible, with his cultivation, it was not difficult to defeat the innate eighth layer martial artist, but he only made the other party take a step back with three swords, and it was still a little difficult to accept, "Who are you?

The middle-aged scholar took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his fingers, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Sheng Shi's heart was full of anger, and he said coldly, "Sir, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Hehe!" the middle-aged scholar put away his handkerchief and sneered.

"Heaven and earth reincarnation!"

Sheng Shi soared into the air, and the Xingchen Sword in his hand let out a clear sword groan!

One sword slashes the sky, one sword slashes the earth, one sword slashes reincarnation, three swords in one, one sword understands the red dust, cuts the reincarnation of heaven and earth, his sword is the end of the world.

The bright starry sky is dim, and the clear sword chant is the horn of destruction!

The reincarnation of heaven and earth is his strongest sword move, a sword drains one-third of the spiritual power in his body, and he believes that even if the other party does not die under this sword, he will be seriously injured and lose the ability to resist.

The middle-aged scholar glanced at the wind and dust sword that was wrapped in a storm of spiritual power, and he finally faced it squarely, but he still didn't have a sword or other weapons.

He looked at the sword that fell from the sky, and slowly stretched out his palm, without even a trace of spiritual power fluctuations.

"You are killing yourself!" Sheng Shi snorted coldly in his heart, but his subordinates did not dare to slack off, he had already calculated that if this sword could not be meritorious, which move would he use in the next sword, he still had a lot of hole cards, as long as he could use it, he would definitely let the other party know that it was powerful.

The sword that moved the heavens and the earth fell, and there was no unimaginable violence and falling to the ground, nor did the blood flow from the severed arm, not even a trace of smoke and dust.

Kiss......

It was as if ripe fruit had fallen on the grass, and after a slight sound, everything was calm.

The middle-aged scholar caught his sword with his palm, and the Xingchen Sword hung three inches above his palm, and it was difficult to cut it off. ... Friends who read books, you can search for "Blue Chinese Network", you can find this site as soon as possible.