"Father, you are underestimating the Unknown Master. His power is far more powerful than you think. ”

Ling Fox Jian smiled, he knew very well that Ye Xuan's comprehension of swordsmanship had already reached the realm of supernatural mastery.

In terms of swordsmanship, Ye Xuan is probably not losing a single bit compared to Ling Hu Chong.

"[Tianshan Folding Plum Hand]"

The Saintess of Freedom sneered a few times, and said indifferently, at this time, as soon as she made a move, it was a killer move, and she would definitely not show mercy to such a despicable person who dared to speak disrespectfully to her.

"This sword, the name [Blood Plum]!"

Ye Xuan's eyes were extremely firm, and the rock giant sword in his hand was actually blooming with blood-colored brilliance at this moment.

Originally, the simple and unpretentious swordsmanship shined at this moment.

The people around them all looked shocked, and said in surprise: "This guy seems to be deliberately suppressing strength. ”

"Die."

The Joyful Saintess snorted coldly, no matter how powerful Ye Xuan's swordsmanship was, she was still fearless.

She patted her jade hand lightly, "Bo Bo" a few times, only to see that in the air, there were ice and jade plum blossoms, as beautiful as the ice plum in the cold winter, very attractive.

And the rock giant sword in Ye Xuan's hand shook suddenly, and the blood light condensed around the rock giant sword suddenly turned into blood-colored plum blossoms, which was very charming.

"This swordsmanship...... Could it be ......?"

Ling Hufeng, who was watching the battle from a distance, immediately looked shocked, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

Immediately, he looked at Linghu Jian with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "Jian'er, you are an unknown master, but do you inherit Ximen Blowing Snow?" ”

“……”

Ling Fox Sword suddenly showed a helpless expression.

Who did Ye Xuan learn from?

Isn't it the one who has been ruling for thousands of years and dictating the eternal world?

How, it suddenly became a generation of Sword Venerable Ximen blowing snow?

Even though he had doubts in his heart, Ling Fox Jian still behaved very indifferently, chuckled a few times, and said, "Not bad! Father, the unknown master inherited from Ximen Blowing Snow. ”

When he said this, Ling Fox Sword deliberately raised his voice a little.

The people of several other ancient sects around him couldn't help but have a dignified look on their faces when they heard the words Ximen blowing snow.

For several ancient sects, the name of Ximen Blowing Snow is undoubtedly a nightmare-like existence.

A generation of sword venerables, simply comparing swordsmanship, I am afraid that there are few people in the world who can be compared with Ximen Piaoxue.

If it weren't for Ximen Blowing Snow insisting on disobeying the Mandate of Heaven and falling in the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, I'm afraid that the current Ximen Blowing Snow would have been one of the strongest people in the world a long time ago.

Even the Shangqing people from Penglai Immortal Mountain couldn't help but cough a few times when they heard "Ximen blowing snow", and their expressions were a little solemn.

At this time, the rock giant sword in Ye Xuan's hand slashed down with a "boom".

The scarlet, bewitching blood-colored plum blossoms rushed to the Holy Maiden like an overwhelming rush.

And the Joyful Saintess, it can be said that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and she pinched out countless palm prints with both hands, and the supreme trick of [Tianshan Folding Plum Hand] was used by her to the extreme, and her power was endless.

Countless snow-white plum blossoms, and the bewitching blood-colored plum blossoms, collided fiercely.

The more and more terrifying power is condensed throughout the courtyard.

The envoys of the other great ancient sects all hurriedly retreated to avoid being affected by the terrifying aftermath of this realm.

"No wonder, no wonder...... This nameless is actually a descendant disciple of Ximen Fuxue, no wonder he has such a powerful and infinite swordsmanship! ”

The envoy sent by Kongtong had already been solemn to the extreme, before he dared to speak disrespectfully to the disciples of Ximen Blowing Snow, if he was hated, I am afraid that their Kongtong faction would be implicated.

At this time, the envoys of several other ancient sects, in their hearts, almost all had the same views as the envoys of the Kongtong faction.

After all, the name of Ximen Blowing Snow can be said to be a nightmare-like existence in the cultivation realm.

And the disciple who can be proficient in Ximen Chuixue Yan's sword skills, his swordsmanship is undoubtedly unparalleled in the world!

"Get out!"

Just as everyone was thinking, a cold burst of shouts suddenly erupted from Ye Xuan's mouth.

The arrogant and lonely Saintess was suddenly shocked back by Ye Xuan!

The rock giant sword in Ye Xuan's hand was impartial and landed on the neck of the Joyful Saintess.

The Saintess of Freedom looked surprised and frightened, and in her heart, she was already shocked to the extreme.

"It's clearly just a Mahayana realm cultivation, why can it completely suppress me?"

The Joyful Saintess was shocked, staring at Ye Xuan who was wearing a night suit, and shouted, "Impossible!" It's simply impossible! Even if you are a disciple of Ximen Fuxue, it is impossible to suppress me with swordsmanship alone. My realm is far beyond yours, and you are not my opponent at all. ”

"Hehe, you're defeated."

Ye Xuan chuckled a few times, and Ye Xuan didn't look at the anger and doubts in the heart of the Joyful Saintess, and said indifferently.

If you lose, you lose, and for a cultivator, if you don't even dare to admit that you lose, it would be too shameless.

"I am nameless, I am under the tutelage of Ximen Blowing Snow, only with you as a free saint, even if you are an apprentice without a cliff, what can I do?"

Ye Xuan sneered a few times, his deep eyes were full of disdain, and he said indifferently: "However, before, I was defeated by the Ye Troll with a sword. You freelancers are a little too arrogant. Even I'm nameless, and I'm not the opponent of the Ye troll, just relying on you, and you still want to kill the leaf troll within fifty moves, it's just a fool's dream. ”

Ye Xuan spoke, sonorous and powerful, and the words were like sharp needles, piercing into the heart of the Joyful Saintess, making the Joyful Saint Maiden suddenly feel a sense of self-embarrassment.

At this moment, the face of the Joyful Saintess was hot, and a few traces of shame were wiped in her beautiful eyes, and she said, "That Ye Troll, is it really so powerful?" ”

"It's more than powerful! Leaf troll, double cultivation of swords. His swordsmanship is above me. And his sword skills have reached the realm of supernatural perfection. Do you think that just by virtue of your free saintess, it is only in the early stage of the Tribulation Realm, how many moves can you survive in the hands of the Ye Troll? ”

Ye Xuan sneered a few times, like an elder, reprimanded the Joyful Saintess, and said indifferently.

"Not bad! That leaf troll is indeed powerful. ”

At this time, Linghu Jian, who had been silent, also suddenly stood up.

"Even if it's a nameless master, it's not a troll's opponent."

As he spoke, Ling Fox Jian subconsciously glanced at Ye Xuan, and said indifferently in his heart: "Shameless, you are still stronger." ”

"Huh."

As the highest-ranking Shangqing Zhenren, he smiled faintly, his figure was like a ghost, and he instantly came to three meters in front of Ye Xuan, his sunken eyes in the eye sockets, wiped a few traces of coldness, and said: "You said that you are a disciple of Ximen Chuixue's predecessor, but what evidence is there?" If I'm not mistaken, Ye Xuan and Ye Trolls also seem to be good at swordsmanship. You say, should I believe that you are a leaf troll, or should I believe that you are a disciple of Ximen Fuxue's predecessors? ”

PS: Wow Ka Ka, a thousand.

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