Chapter Thirty-Seven: Ten Thousand Swords Pointing at the Storm and Breaking the Wind and Cloud (I)

"Hurry up, Ye Shougong! Today is the day of the Sword Shrine Trial, don't be late!"

A yellow-robed Huashan Sword Sect disciple urged his companions behind him to run towards the mountain gate. These disciples were all selected to participate in the Sword Shrine Trial, and everyone was also excited because they had obtained this precious place.

A group of people ran towards the Heavenly Sword Hall facing the mountain gate, and there was still talking and laughing on the other side.

"Senior Brother Lin, who led us through the Sword Shrine Trial this time?"

A yellow-clothed disciple asked the senior brother who was the leader, looking expectant.

"That... I heard from the master that the second senior brother led us. ”

The leader replied a little helplessly. It's as if I've seen everyone's disappointed expressions.

"Ah, Senior Brother Li, you're going to be super tired with him! His reputation for being paranoid is well known!"

As soon as Li Yunfeng was mentioned, the originally happy disciples suddenly became complaining. Thinking back to the previous time when they went down the mountain for the trial, the second senior brother blamed them for his fierce look, and everyone let out a bitter wail.

"Alright, alright, don't talk about it. Anyway, we still have to rely on him on this trip, so let's try to please the second senior brother. ”

The disciple at the head said to the disciples behind him, signaling them to wait and stop talking nonsense. Especially yesterday's duel between Yu Qinglian and Chu Mohua made them deeply aware of how weak they were, in front of those demonic wizards.

"Hmm. ”

Although they complained on their lips, these ordinary disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect also knew very well in their hearts how many taels they had, how to get the most benefits, even if they had to keep their voices down - the complacency brought by becoming a disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect in the past was gone, making them all become people who tended to be inflammatory.

The chattering crowd suddenly closed their mouths - because they had finally arrived at the assembly place in front of the Heavenly Sword Hall, and by this time everyone had already assembled - of course, including Su Qingyu and Gongsun Tianshou and his party, as well as the wizard from the Seven Kingdoms - all standing closest to the Light Gate.

Chu Mohua stood directly below the light gate in the sky, looking at the door in the sky expressionlessly, dressed in red dancing in the wind, although it was bright red, it did not look warm at all, but it set off her own cold and glamorous temperament even more.

Yan Ziyuan stood not far from Chu Mohua, her chin was slightly tucked, and she glanced around secretly, looking a little timid, and her small and delicate purple clothes made her look even more cute at this time.

However, Zhao Mingyue and Qi Huanrou, who were standing side by side on the other side, would not think so, they had already seen how terrifying Yan Zi Kite was. Yesterday's battle still made them feel uneasy, if it wasn't for the woman in colorful clothes to come to the rescue, the two of them would have rested in the loess at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

Han Duyan wore a hat, still looking simple, looking around casually, and from time to time expressing amazement at the layout of the pavilion, as if he had seen something.

There was also a sturdy man and a good-looking woman, both at the front of the crowd.

"Yo, Miss Mohua, are you waiting to form a team together, I promise I won't hold you back!"

The swarthy and sturdy man greeted Chu Mohua in a friendly manner. However, Chu Mohua didn't even look at him once.

"Wei Tianlin, don't pretend that I know you very well, when you can take my blow, you can talk to me about teaming up with me, I don't care about being in the company of ants. ”

The only answer to the strong man's cold words made him scratch his head in embarrassment when he heard it.

Wei Tianlin, the eldest prince of Wei in the Seven Kingdoms, the chief disciple of the War King Sect, ranked eighth on the list of geniuses listed by the Tianxuan Pavilion. However, even if he was such a genius, he still couldn't enter Chu Mohua's eyes.

"Tut-tut, I said you would touch a gray hair, and you still don't believe it. ”

The woman in yellow beside Wei Tianlin laughed at him, covering her mouth and giggling.

"I thought Mohua would remember me... Then... ”

"Shut up !!"

Chu Mohua finally turned his head and glared at Wei Tianlin, and the powerful murderous aura would form a heavy pressure, pressing his body to the ground.

“。。。 I... Wrong... The eldest sister spares her life. ”

A painful expression appeared on Wei Tianlin's angular face, and his body creaked from the powerful pressure.

"Humph!"

Chu Mohua snorted coldly and stopped paying attention to Wei Tianlin.

"Hmm, I feel that the relationship between these two people is a little unusual!"

Yu Qinglian pulled Gongsun Tianshou and said secretly, but his voice was surprisingly loud, as if he deliberately wanted everyone present to hear it.

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Everyone present was stunned, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. The air around them was extremely cold, and everyone was waiting for what would happen in the next moment.

However, what everyone expected did not happen, but Chu Mohua lowered his head inexplicably, and his body trembled for some reason.

"Nothing... Nothing. Me and him ... ”

The shy voice came out of Chu Mohua's mouth and also reached everyone's ears.

"What?!"

Everyone let out such an exclamation, and Chu Mohua's reaction at this time made them dumbfounded-that was Chu Mohua!

"Alright, everyone's silent!"

At this time, Hua Qianfeng, the second elder of the Huashan Sword Sect, appeared in mid-air, looking down at the people on the ground, making them stop talking.

"Before the disciples and the invited juniors enter the Sword Shrine Trial Ground, I still have some things to tell you. The Sword Shrine Trial was actually not held in the Sword Shrine, but in the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb on the periphery of the Sword Shrine. The purpose of the trialist is to find the sword he wants in the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, and then obtain the inheritance it carries. After that, everyone will get a death talisman, which can resist an attack equivalent to an attack by a Heaven Opening Realm powerhouse. At the same time, if you can crush it in danger, you can exit the sword shrine. Finally, there is one more thing to say, the closer you are to the central sword shrine, the more dangerous it will be, but the hope there is that you will do something that you will regret on the spur of the moment - otherwise, even the death talisman will not be able to protect you. ”

After that, Hua Qianfeng laid down a hundred rays of light. The object in the light was immediately suspended in front of the disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect and the people who came to participate in the Sword Shrine Trial.

"Is this the death talisman? ”

Gongsun Tianshu looked at the light talisman in front of him and said in amazement.

"Well, it's said to be a substitute for death, but it looks like it's just a special 'key'. ”

Yu Qinglian held the light seal in front of him and looked at the light door in mid-air.

"I guess it's the key that opened that door. ”

Yu Qinglian muttered to himself, only to see that at this time, Hua Qianfeng flicked his long sleeves, and the first-level spiritual power light ladder was condensed and formed, leading to the light gate in mid-air.

"Now, go to the door and stick the death talisman in your hand on the door to enter the sword shrine, and then look for the opportunity you want. Also, please come and wait for a while, and let the disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect follow the six True Transmission disciples into the Sword Shrine according to the groups assigned before!"

"Yes!"

The disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect who participated in the Sword Shrine Trial rushed up the steps excitedly, under the leadership of their senior brothers and sisters.

Li Yunfeng walked in front of Yue Qingshan and said expressionlessly.

"It's time to go. ”

Looking at Li Yunfeng's cold and godless eyes, Yue Qingshan smiled awkwardly at Gongsun Tianshou and his party.

"In that case, let's go first, and then work together when we have the chance!"

Yue Qingshan and Bai Luohai waved their hands to Gongsun Tianshou and his party, and walked together towards the disciples who were still waiting for them.

"Well, you have to do it too!"

Yu Qinglian and Gongsun Tianshou watched their figures being overwhelmed by the crowd and waved goodbye.

"Aren't we going to keep up?"

Seeing the many disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect disappear into the light gate, Liang Yansheng asked with some dissatisfaction.

"No, there are people who don't seem to mean to let us in. ”

Yu Qinglian looked up at Hua Qianfeng in the sky, and his words were full of coldness.

"What??"

Gongsun Tianshou suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, and looked at Hua Qianfeng with a puzzled gaze, gritting his teeth and asking.

"Senior, is what Sister Yu said true?"

However, after hearing Yu Qinglian's words, Chu Mohua and the six of them didn't react, but they all looked up at Hua Qianfeng in the sky, and slowly pulled out the weapons they were carrying.

"Yes, she's telling the truth. ”

Hua Qianfeng glanced at the people on the ground, the murderous intent in his eyes was revealed, and the powerful momentum made Chu Mohua feel a chill behind him.

"For the sake of our Huashan Sword Sect, I'm sorry, you have to die. ”

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed drastically, and thousands of long swords condensed and formed in the sky, and the sharp sword qi seemed to tear through the sky, shaking the sky cloudless.

"Imperial Sword Technique - Ten Thousand Swords Accompany You!"

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