Invincible in the same realm.

Hearing what Ji Qingyuan said, Ji Jiashu seemed to be stirred by a burst of cold water, and suddenly fell silent. Only Chen Zichu, who hadn't reacted yet, was still asking in surprise.

"Who? That boy is so powerful? ”

Ji Jiashu looked at Ji Qingyuan and actually let out a rare laugh, with a proud smile on the corner of his mouth that he had never seen before.

Seeing Ji Qingyuan's reaction, Ji Jiashu faintly affirmed the conjecture in his heart, looking at the girl on the stage vaguely, as if he had caught a little clue that Ji Qingyuan was interested in her.

Over there, Chen Zichu still wanted to ask, but Ji Jiashu looked at him quietly, "It can't be Gongzi." ”

"It can't be Childe?" Chen Zichu was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he heard Ji Jiashu's voice speak calmly but with extremely proud content, "You know, I can't do this." ”

Even Ji Jiashu, who is now among the younger generation of cultivators, does not dare to claim that he is invincible in the same realm.

After all, he is invincible in the same realm, which means that if this person can rise to the second level, wouldn't he be the first in the world?

It's a simple statement, but it's terrifying to think about.

Chen Zichu's eyes widened.

Even Chunhuajun, who is the strongest in the Divine Dance Realm today, doesn't dare to boast about Haikou, then this person can only be a legendary figure. Ji Qingyuan, who stayed at home, said that he had seen this person, so it was self-evident who that person was.

Because in the history of cultivation, there may be only one person who was not born in the same era as that person, which is the luck and misfortune of Chen Zichu's generation.

At least Ji Qingyuan said that he had seen it, and Chen Zichu was very envious.

"Master Ji, do you mean ......" Chen Zichu swallowed his saliva and said the name he had heard since he was a child.

"Shao Si Ming, Lin Baoyue."

Ji Qingyuan nodded.

He looked at the figure of the girl on the high platform and said quietly, "On the battlefield of the same realm, she has never lost. ”

But that was when she was proficient in countless swordsmanship and was known as unparalleled in the world in swordsmanship, Ji Qingyuan never thought that someone could do it with a blank slate.

And the young master ordered Lin Baoyue to be the only person in the cultivation world who dared to challenge other masters at that time.

In the realm-honoring cultivation world, that person is an absolute outlier and the greatest threat.

"Even if she doesn't use swordsmanship, she can win." Ji Qingyuan said softly, "Because she can fight." ”

And now the cultivators who are obsessed with one-on-one duels in formations and various elegant places do not know how to fight at all.

Ji Qingyuan looked at the eyes of the young people around him, knowing that they only thought that he was giving an example, and didn't think of anything else at all.

Because there is one thing that Ji Qingyuan didn't say, that is, the great priest ordered Lin Baoyue, and before learning the fire sword, he was also proficient in a skill.

The young master in front of the sword, proficient in ...... Fights and brawls.

Ji Jiashu looked at Ji Qingyuan's gaze, and his heart moved slightly. But he didn't think too much about it, just breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The girl on the high platform is unfamiliar with swordsmanship, and she has no talent to become a fire magician at all, so she must not be able to compare with the short-lived woman in the history of cultivation, but Ji Qingyuan is probably from her, seeing the shadow of the person he once had a crush on, so he will care so much.

This makes sense, Ji Jiashu looked at the girl on the high platform, although he didn't have any idea about the former Qin princess, but the engagement banquet was about to happen If the eldest brother really had a strange interest in that girl, he really didn't know what to do.

In any case, he didn't want to see his eldest brother fall into a situation where he couldn't help himself again.

Merely...... Is it invincible in the same realm......

Ji Qingyuan probably wanted to use these words to make them wary of this woman's methods, but Ji Jiashu would never underestimate any cultivator, but in any case, the woman's methods just now were strange, and what she did was a little unexpected.

Xu Yishan was just caught off guard, although other means were also very important, but at least in terms of swordsmanship, Xu Yishan was still much higher than the girl, but he was too old-fashioned to be restricted at this time.

I can't come a second time by surprise.

The last resort.

The young man under the high stage held his breath, but his eyes were not much surprised or anxious.

"It's all done now, it's about the same......"

"If you used Senior Brother Ye's style of play just now, Xu Yishan would have won a long time ago, so a fool is a fool......"

"This girl can't fight with swords but she can't do her best to get rid of some crooked ways, this time let's see what tricks she can play!"

"I don't even dare to use a sword, do you want to kick ......someone this time?"

On the high platform, the crisp and unhesitating sword sound attracted everyone's attention, Xu Yishan's face was still stained with blood, but he still clenched the water-breaking sword in his hand, and in the face of an unconventional opponent, he seemed to be determined to fight with the sword in his hand.

Chen Zichu couldn't help but be in awe when he saw the scene in front of him.

But what he didn't expect was that this time the girl opposite Xu Yishan also maintained a sword-holding posture.

But Chen Zichu didn't know whether Ying Baoyue was going to use a sword or not, her sword was really not dominant, not to mention that this woman's fighting style was too treacherous and changeable, so people couldn't see through it.

Compared with the girl in front of him, Mr. Zhenshan in the audience suddenly felt that his eldest apprentice was like a blank piece of paper.

Belch......

Seeing the girl draw her sword, the spectators under the high stage became nervous, and they all guessed in their hearts what tricks this woman would use this time.

In short, it is definitely not a sword, but everyone can see that this woman does not know swordsmanship at all except for the trick she secretly learned.

Xu Yishan, who was on the high platform, had a real yuan flow on his body, and he was deaf to the movements around him, and he only had Ying Baoyue on the opposite side in his eyes.

He could hear what others were saying, but only he knew that fighting this woman wasn't as easy as he expected, and he wasn't letting her.

But he still has his own pride in his heart, after all, this woman is not defeated in swordsmanship, then it is impossible for her to be recognized by mainstream swordsmen, Xu Yishan knows that his idea is not practical, but swordsmen will have such a high and final pride.

Xu Yishan took a deep breath, all the thoughts in his eyes receded, and he stabbed out with a sword again!

This time he tried his best to hide his thoughts, and his sword aura was dripping, and he came out from his heart, faster than the last time!

Then his sword arrived.

The sword qi at the tip of the Broken Water Sword sneered and pierced the belt of Yinghuyue's neckline, Xu Yishan looked at the woman's face close at hand, a glimmer of light rose in his eyes, and the next moment he guarded against her fists and feet!

Everyone looked at Ying Baoyue's fists and feet. Including Ji Jiashu.

However, at this time, the slender girl did not dodge and did not punch.

Ji Jiashu's pupils shrank, and he looked at the long sword raised high in the girl's hand.

The sword was covered with rust and broken, but in the girl's hand, it seemed to light up with a black light, to everyone's expectation, between the sword light and flint, Yingyue slightly tilted her head, and the broken water sword slashed her throat dangerously, and then she spun her body.

Ji Jiashu in the audience took a breath.

Maybe the others could only see her twist and draw her sword, but that's not what he saw.

What he saw was every piece of flesh and blood, every meridian, every breath of true yuan, every drop of blood, every bit of gaze, every breath of this woman seemed to be gathered together, all gathered in her hand, and all gathered into her next sword.

In the whistling sword wind, Ying Baoyue's eyes were calm.

If she had anything left, she still had a hand that could hold a sword, and a heart that would never give up.

Do your best, no regrets.

At that moment, Ji Jiashu understood the gaze and intention of the girl in the sword wind.

It had been a long time since he had seen a sword technique that made his scalp tingle like this.

Pour out all the thickness of life.

No one can resist it.

The screams and buzzes swept through the audience, and people's ears lost their sense for a moment.

And in this deathly silence.

The Broken Water Sword, with a clatter, fell to the ground.

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