"That's true, especially Senior Lin's nephew!Tsk, it's been less than half a year since he joined the sect, and even Hutian was defeated in his hands!" Zhao Fangli, the master of the Sword Peak, looked at Huang Yan with a smile in his eyes and said.

At this time, Huang Yan was depressed, and he didn't expect that Hutian would be defeated.

What's even more odious is that Shadow Peak has always had a bad relationship with Flame Peak, but now among the top five disciples, it actually occupies two positions.

"Lin Yu was a blockbuster this time, and I was also amazed. Changshu suppressed his excitement and smiled.

"This time in the Six Veins Conference, I didn't expect so many hidden disciples to come. Originally, I was a little worried that the next generation of this sect would not be as good as the other sects, but now I am a lot more relieved. Head Jingyun said with a smile at the others.

"Yes, the afterlife is terrifying. The other peak masters couldn't help but sigh.

The outstanding performance of the disciples in this conference was indeed beyond their expectations, and it was far from comparable to the previous Six Veins Conference.

"Senior brother, in that case, you have to be surprised again. Aunt Daoyue, who had not spoken, suddenly said.

"Okay, I'm going to meet my sister's beloved apprentice. The head of the Jingyun Sect smiled slightly.

Seeing the end of the competition between Lin Yu and Hutian, the crowd in the audience began to boil again.

Almost all eyes were "brushed" to gather on the stone platform, and among the elders, the vast majority of peak masters, including the head of Dao'an, were also watching here.

Because the next competition is likely to be the duel that will determine the leader of the Six Veins Conference.

One is Shui Rou, whose strength is unfathomable, and the other is the lonely injury of the current first disciple who has been entrenched for many years, of course, it has attracted people's attention.

The lonely wound who was originally sitting under the banner and had always squinted his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Shui Rou who was slowly walking towards the stage, and there was a faint black light flashing in his pupils.

With a "whoosh", a black light slashed towards the stone platform like a ghost, and the black air in the center of the stone platform instantly swirled. When the red light dissipated, what appeared was a lonely figure.

Lin Yu, who closed his eyes, also stopped pranayama, his eyes wandered on the stone platform, and finally fixed on the familiar and unfamiliar figure.

The sunlight gradually fell on Shui Rou's pale pretty face, the beautiful face in the blurred sunlight was radiant and radiant, and soon, Shui Rou felt Lin Yu's gaze, and a complicated color appeared in her eyes again.

"Let's go!"

The white-haired old man's voice echoed above Xuantian Square, and it quickly quieted down.

Shui Rou straightened up, took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes were cold, and the white light gradually brightened up with the ice sword behind her.

"Shui Rou, disciple of Flowing Water Peak, please give me advice. ”

The lonely wound nodded at him, and arched his hand: "In the lower Xuantian Peak, the lonely wound is offended." ”

Hearing this, Shui Rou's face gradually became cold, and she didn't say anything more, and with a comparison of her right hand, the ice sword behind her slowly rose. Then the cold light became bigger and stronger, and it was white on the lonely body.

Lonely Wound looked at this scene, but there was no trace of nervousness, but deep down, he was still faintly looking forward to this battle.

Suddenly, the lonely wound shook his sleeve, a black light flashed in front of him, and a black churning knife suddenly appeared. This was followed by a strong burst of momentum from its body.

Some lonely, some desolate!

"Lonely sword intent, he has already used it freely!" Seeing this, Dao Gu of the Hidden Moon said in some surprise.

"Lonely knife intent is what swordsmen dream of, and some people can't comprehend it in their lifetime. Han looked at the lonely wound and sighed.

"Yes, the sword is the honor of weapons, and the knife is secondary, which shows the terrible intent of the sword. Huang Yan looked at Gu Hurt with some envy, he was also a swordsman.

"Before the knife technique was activated, the lonely knife intent had already burst out, and it seemed that the wounded child had made some improvements. The head of Jingyun was a little proud and said with a smile.

Feeling the unusual momentum of the lonely injury, Shui Rou frowned, calmed down, snorted coldly, expelled all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts from her mind, and with a light sound, the white light of the ice sword bloomed and rose to the sky.

Shui Rou then clenched the magic trick like a mountain, and saw the ice sword that was shining in mid-air suddenly turned around, as fast as lightning, and rushed towards the lonely wound with the momentum of opening mountains and cutting seas.

"Spiritual Weapon"

Seeing the lonely wound of the ice sword's body clearly, he was suddenly startled, and his voice suddenly sank, full of surprise.

Surprise to surprise, lonely eyes froze, a sense of loneliness gradually became depressed, converging towards the black knife, and then the black gas on the surface of the black knife churned, and met the ice sword.

When it was too late, the black knife rushed towards the ice sword again in the churning of black qi, and once the two magic weapons touched in mid-air, they bounced off each other, and the lonely wound and Shui Rou's body standing behind were shocked.

In mid-air, the white light flickered, the black gas churned, back and forth in the air, everywhere you went, the originally hard rocks on the stone platform were scattered like confetti, and the sound was loud like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, deafening.

The nearly 1,000 onlookers watched the battle disciples, all of them did not change color, since the beginning of the competition, there was no competition like this one, it was so fierce at the beginning, and the scene was not as magnificent as it is today, only in a moment, a huge stone platform was demolished by these two people with a tentative blow.

"Ice Spirit Sword, you even taught her this thing!" Jingyun looked at the moon and exclaimed.

The Occult Moon Dao Gu smiled lightly and said lightly: "Shui Rou's cultivation is too shallow, and the Dao is not deep, although it can't completely control a divine object such as 'Ice Spirit', but it is already very good. ”

"Haha, I didn't expect Senior Sister Occult Moon to value her so much. However, it is understandable that Shui Rou's nephew is so good. The head Daoan stroked his palm and said with a low smile.

"Senior Brother in charge, the black knife in the hands of your lonely nephew is not inferior to the Ice Spirit Sword. You don't look at the lonely nephew very much. "Covering the moon Dao Gu said lightly.

At this moment, the white-haired old man suddenly waved his hand towards the stone platform, and a huge transparent barrier instantly wrapped it. The onlookers who were afraid of being affected by the aftermath and retreated saw this, so they returned to their original places one after another.

I saw that the two of them had already floated into the air at this moment.

Shui Rou pinched the magic with both hands, and his posture was serious and pretty, but on the other hand, the lonely wound seemed a little strange, although the power of the black knife was unexpectedly great, but he did not pinch the magic trick like Shui Rou, but the person was in mid-air, motionless.

But as the loneliness stopped, the loneliness around him became stronger and stronger, and the loneliness of the knife intent became more and more intense, and the air suddenly had a strong depression and loneliness.

Shui Rou looked at all this with cold eyes, and the Ice Spirit Sword suddenly pointed straight at the sky, and suddenly a cold air burst out in the sky, and with the flash of Shui Rou's sword light, a violent blizzard suddenly fell.

In an instant, the stone platform was already icy and snowy, and a trace of surprise flashed by the lonely wound, and it was submerged in an instant.

Suddenly, a lonely sword intent rose from the snow layer and shot towards Shui Rou like lightning.

Shui Rou treated it indifferently, and with a flick of the incense sleeves, a layer of ice condensed in front of him.

An unexpected scene has appeared!

When the lonely knife intent was about to touch the ice, the knife intent was blurred, and the figure dissipated in an instant. Just when Shui Rou was surprised, a black spot suddenly appeared in front of her, and suddenly expanded rapidly, forming a whirlpool of sword qi, and swept Shui Rou in an instant.

The ice was only in an instant, and it was shattered in the lonely whirlpool of knife intent.

Shui Rou's face condensed, and the Ice Spirit Sword slashed horizontally in front of her, and a mouthful of blood was long and continuous. In the surprised gaze of the lonely wound, with Shui Rou as the center, an ice lotus with a radius of a few zhang bloomed gorgeously in an instant.

The white light became more and more vigorous, and the power became greater and greater, gradually suppressing the lonely knife intent vortex, and in the blink of an eye, the knife intent vortex was dispersed.

But despite this, Shui Rou couldn't say the bitterness in her heart, the power of the other party's lonely sword intent was far beyond her imagination.

Not to mention the power of the lonely sword intent, it seems to have a faint power of spiritual impact, honing his spiritual side all the time, if it is not for a solid foundation, I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will fall into the lonely realm of the other party.

After a short period of stunned silence, his eyes fell into empty loneliness again, and he saw a blur of the figure in the same place, and in an instant, a black light flashed behind Shui Rou, and the knife immediately fell like rain. However, every time the knife falls, it contains a strong lonely true spirit.

Shui Rou's heart condensed, and she looked back suddenly, and in an instant, the white light of the Ice Spirit Sword engulfed her figure, and the Ice Spirit Sword body shook, making a loud sound like a dragon's roar, and it shook the sky, as if it was one with the Ice Spirit Human Sword, rising to the sky and reaching straight to the sky.

The lonely eyes had already fallen into a hollow, and at this moment, he had long forgotten anything outside his body, and he only felt that the black knife in his hand was eager to fight. Suddenly, a majestic lonely sword intent gushed out like a spring.

He looked at the soft water in the air, turned into a black, straight up to the sky, the wind was strong, and the clouds were boiling!

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a scream grew rapidly from far and near, from inaudible to deafening, so that no one could hear any sound again. Ten thousand white lights were all merged into one at this moment, forming a huge pillar of light and hitting the head, looking at this momentum, it almost wanted to cut the stone platform in half.

The terrifying sword aura distorted the lonely face, and the five senses and seven orifices seemed to be about to bleed at this moment, but looking at his expression, there was not the slightest sense of fear, no, it was a void, falling into a dead silence.

At the same time, the lonely wound clenched the black knife, and in an instant, the lonely black qi in the sky seemed to be being pulled, converging straight towards the black knife. Between the lightning and flint, the black knife suddenly rose up, and the lonely knife intent gathered boundless black qi to meet the white light.

On the periphery, the disciples who watched the battle all held their breath and looked straight, even Rao Lin Yu's concentration was the same, and among the elder peak masters of the older generation, their faces also changed.

The competition between the core disciples' rankings was so fierce.

"Boom", like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, thunder in the dark night, as if the entire Xuantian Peak Square trembled violently, and the two amazing forces suddenly came into contact violently.

Suddenly, the spatial aura of the stone platform was disordered, and the whirlpool formed by the intertwined true spirits of black and white actually caused the enchantment posture arranged by the white-haired old man to suddenly deform, as if it was about to rush out. Even the incomparably hard stone platform is flying sideways with rubble, completely transformed.