"Hehe, finally one is here, a little bit more visible. ”

Seeing Ling Rui, the arrogant young man in the ring, he grinned and said.

"Arrogance!"

"I really think I'm invincible, Senior Brother Ling Rui, don't keep your hands, let him know why the flowers are so red!"

"If it weren't for Senior Brother Hao Jian going out to practice, just because you, a kid who hasn't grown all the hair, would be worthy of shouting in front of my Biyun Sword Sect?"

The disciples of the Biyun Sword Sect replied one after another.

Sou!

The posture is extremely elegant, even if the young man opposite is disrespectful, Ling Rui does not have a trace of anger on the surface, and his cold face makes people unable to see what he thinks in his heart.

This made the young man standing in the ring raise his eyebrows.

Soon, the two were in the ring, standing opposite each other.

"Get out of your sword. ”

Ling Rui looked at the other party and said lightly.

"No, you don't. ”

The arrogant young man shook his head and said, there is no doubt that every word he said stirred up the anger of the Biyun Sword Sect.

Hearing this, Ling Rui nodded slightly.

Scold!

The next moment, the long sword behind him was unsheathed, and the poignant sword light made people intoxicated, and it disappeared in a flash.

Buzz buzz ~~

"Phantom Sword Style!"

With the sound of low drinking, the whole ring is like a colorful petal falling, beautiful and infinitely murderous!

This style is the inheritance of the Lingxiao Sword Sect from the underground.

In the past, Mu Feng successfully broke through the Nine Palaces and gave him a token, with which he could recommend a sword genius of the Biyun Sword Sect every year to go to the trial.

Now, that token is in the hands of Sect Master Qiu Wanjian.

And Ling Rui, even when Mu Feng was there, he was very respectful of him, and he was even more talented in the sword path.

"What?"

On the other side, the originally arrogant young man's face suddenly changed.

From Ling Rui's body, he felt a strong sense of threat.

This young man, cold and sharp, is by no means comparable to the fiery Wang Chuang just now.

"A Thousand Absolute Fists!"

Rumble!

As the young man's angry shout sounded, above his body, the phantom of the Ten Thousand Bottles of the Bureau instantly condensed.

"Wuhou is strong!"

The disciples of the Biyun Sword Sect below the ring changed color one after another.

This time, Senior Brother Ling Rui finally forced the other party and showed his strength.

However, they didn't expect that this young man turned out to be a demon at the level of a martial artist.

You must know that at his age, within the Biyun Sword Sect, the vast majority of disciples are still in the realm of not reaching the realm of martial artists.

Directly beyond the two realms, it can be seen that this young man's arrogance does have its capital!

A punch blasted out, and in the void, thousands of fist shadows directly appeared, covering the sky and the sun, causing some of the nearby disciples of the Biyun Sword Sect to change color and retreat quickly.

It's too much pressure!

"Boom Boom Boom~"

The sword and the fist shadow collided, and above the sky, there was a continuous sound of explosions, and some nearby trees and buildings were directly uprooted and turned into powder.

Knock knock!!

Ling Rui stepped on the ring with the soles of his feet, and directly withdrew more than ten steps before stopping.

And where he stepped on it, fine cracks appeared in the ring.

On the other hand, the arrogant young man on the opposite side just took a step back and directly stabilized his figure.

The first collision, between the two, it was obvious that the arrogant young man who was unwilling to report his name had a slight advantage.

"Hehe, you're nothing more than that. ”

Looking at Ling Rui, whose face changed slightly, the arrogant young man, sneered and sarcastic.

"Try my trick, and if you can take it, I'll throw in the towel. ”

On Ling Rui's cold cheeks, there was no joy or sorrow, and he said indifferently.

"Is it so?"

Hearing this, the disciples of the Biyun Sword Sect below had shiny eyes.

"That's right, it must be Senior Brother Ling Rui's strongest blow, Ice Style!"

"Senior Brother Lingrui relied on this move, and even fought against the Wuhou-level sect elders without defeat. ”

The disciples below heard Ling Rui's words, and their faces were immediately full of confidence.

"Ice!"

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and above the sharp three-foot Qingfeng, a terrifying chill raged, and even, on the surrounding air, a trace of Xiaoice began to wrap around his sword body.

Ling Rui was not like Mu Feng, who passed the Nine Palaces as soon as he broke into the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but comprehended two styles, the Phantom Sword Style, and the Cold Ice Style.

The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken.

The essence of the Phantom Sword style is in a quick word.

And Ling Rui has a lot of experience in the fast road, so it is not difficult to master it.

However, what Ling Rui is best at, the sword intent of water.

In the past, when he challenged Mu Feng, he mastered the dripping sword intent.

And the cold ice type, to be precise, is a derivative of the dripping sword intent, and even, the power is still above the water sword intent!

"Boom!"

Feel the chill of the piercing sword intent.

The originally arrogant young man on the opposite side finally pulled out the sword at his waist, a sword divine soldier!

Above the sword body that shone with a terrible luster, a cold light flowed.

"God Destroyer!"

The arrogant young man's face was full of solemnity, and he shouted loudly.

Airplanes!

The poignant sword ray, dazzling, slashed through the void and collided fiercely with Ling Rui's cold ice style.

Clang!

The sound of the explosion of gold and iron shook the surrounding disciples, who hurriedly covered their ears and were dizzy.

In this collision, the entire space was shrouded in a layer of dazzling luster and icy mist, and even the figures of the two people at the center of the collision could not be seen clearly.

Countless disciples of the Biyun Sword Sect stared at the center of the ring with their eyes, wondering who would win and who would lose in this collision.

Gradually, the vision became clearer.

In the center of the field, the arrogant young man was still standing proudly, but a sword mark appeared on the shirt on his chest.

It's just that a silver shining inner armor appeared in the field of vision.

On the other hand, Ling Rui was half-kneeling on the ground, and the red blood continued to flow down from the cuffs, and his breath was sluggish.

Obviously, this time in the collision, the arrogant boy won.

"Wow!"

The disciples of the Biyun Sword Sect below were in an uproar, this young powerhouse was too strong.

Could it be that no one in the Biyun Sword Sect could stop him?!

"Without the divine weapons in your hands and the inner armor on your body, you may not be able to defeat me. ”

Suddenly, Ling Rui, who was half-kneeling on the ground, staggered to his feet, looked at each other with burning eyes, and said coldly.

"There is no point in saying this. ”

The arrogant young man sneered.

Hearing this, Ling Rui nodded, and stepped out of the ring, the inner armor of the weapon is also the foundation of the martial artist, is it not funny that before the duel, you let the opponent take off the inner armor and put on the same weapon to fight with you?!

The key is that the foundation is not enough!

"Below, who else? If not, the elders below the third level of Wuhou can also go up. Otherwise, agree to our request. ”

This arrogant young man spoke.

Airplanes!

Hearing this, the entire Biyun Sword Sect disciples were extremely angry.

Laugh at!

At this moment, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and a young man in purple clothes appeared in the ring.

"Win me, your requirements can be met. ”

The youth spoke.

"Oh, who are you, and you can represent them?" said the arrogant young man in white, looking at each other coldly, disdainfully.

"Hehe" Hearing this, the purple-clothed young man sneered and said domineeringly, "Don't worry, here, I have the final say!"

PS: I'm too busy today, and the missing chapter will be filled up tomorrow.

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