The so-called peeping into the heavens, in other words, can change a certain law between heaven and earth and break free from constraints.

For example, the seventh move of the Liuren Yin Yang Sword, the blood is soaring into the sky, and as long as it can be used, it is not bound by the martial soul realm.

When I landed suddenly, I locked the qi of Ouyang Crazy Knife and used the third move, Autumn Frost was full of sky.

The sky above Ouyang's mad sword was full of sword shadows, and the sword shadows were heavy, and he didn't know where to go, and he didn't know where to end.

In fact, to deal with him, I can defeat him with a random sword, but a random sword may not be able to attract the attention of the two sword masters.

Not only that, but my exaggerated interpretation of the Liuren Yin and Yang Sword has another purpose, which is to show the children and grandchildren of the Li family.

I want them to know how great their ancestor Li Chunfeng is, how amazing and brilliant he is to be able to create the unfathomable and unrestrained swordsmanship of the Liuren Yin Yang Sword.

Today I am wearing a white costume, with long flowing hair and hunting clothes. Floating in the air, the sword intent is swaying, as if flowing water.

It seems to be like a light cloud covering the sun, fluttering like the snow of the wind.

Regardless of the power, the beautiful posture deduced by these two swordsmanship alone has already envied everyone, and the skills are astonishing.

Ouyang Crazy Dao looked up at the sky like a fool, and it was obvious that he had given up resisting.

The sword intent finally condensed as one, slowly pointing at his throat.

Because there is no killing intent in my sword, there is no ruling to put an end to my feigning.

"Let's go down, this is not an auditorium." I returned the original sentence of Ouyang Mad's words that humiliated me before.

His face was dead, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it. drooped his head and left the martial arts arena like a lost dog.

The battle in the Battle Spirit Arena was still going on, and their expressions were focused, and their eyes were only on their opponents, so almost none of them saw my swordsmanship.

However, off-the-field is completely different.

The principals and examiners of the Sword Art Sect on the rostrum had all left their seats and stood up, staring at me with their eyes in unison.

Even the two Sword Masters were not calm at all.

"Murong, be content, I have already handed over my son to you, Ye Zhiqiu, you don't have to fight with me anymore." Han Yuxue said cheekily.

"Haha, Han Yuxue, you seem to be making me laugh. This kind of flowing swordsmanship is rare to see in a hundred years, and if you want me to let go, it's just wishful thinking. ”

"It's just a set of swordsmanship, and the rest of the performance is lackluster." Han Yuxue gritted her teeth and persuaded her.

"If you have nothing to show for it, why do you have to fight with me?" Murong Zixuan is naturally the one who will not give in.

"In this way, I'm afraid that when the Battle Spirit Competition is over, you and I will do one before it counts?" Han Yuxue's tone turned cold.

"Compare and compare, am I still afraid that you won't?"

My flesh is made of dragon scale armor to snatch life, and my ears and eyes are clear, and I can catch the sound of the wind between heaven and earth. The conversation between the two, I listened to it word for word, and my heart was very useful.

I came here to comprehend the ninth sword of the Six Yin Yang Sword, and only a grandmaster who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship can help me.

Whether it's Han Yuxue or Murong Zixuan, they are all qualified to be my teachers.

I turned my head to look at Yan Qi, who was looking at me with a smile. Uncle and Li He's expressions remained unchanged, they had long expected such a thing to happen.

The descendants of the Li family were shocked, dumbfounded, and did not come back to their senses for a long time.

"This is the glory of the ancestors!" Li He said.

After hearing this, the descendants of the Li family changed their expressions, their chins were raised high, and a strong sense of pride was born from the bottom of their hearts.

Li Chunfeng's greatness is far from limited to this. Now what they see is only the tip of the iceberg, if the complete nine swords are unleashed, I am afraid that they will not be able to come back to their senses at all.

Nine swords come out together, which can slash the power of the gods, as well as the martial saint and nirvana.

The divine power of the Daomen, the martial saints of the martial arts, and the nirvana of the Buddhism all belong to the same realm.

I gave up the Tao to learn martial arts, if I also promoted to the realm of martial saints, when these six yin and yang swords are used again, I am afraid that they will really have the power to shatter the void.

As for how strong it will be, I won't know until I personally verify it.

Xie Ling was sealed in the sword mound, Rushuang was suppressed under the Leifeng Tower, can the two women I love the most come back to me, and the bet is on this set of six Yin Yang swords.

I came to the end of the world this time, not only to learn the Nine Swords, but also to promote to the Martial Saint realm and return to the main world.

After the disappearance of the era of the end of the law, strong enemies are around, and my identity as a public enemy of the Yin people is indispensable for bloody storms.

Only by stopping the war by fighting and killing can we be quiet.

Previously I was a national citizen and was bound by law. Now Liu Laodao has said that I am an alien, and I will definitely not be merciful after I go out, and I will offend people when the time comes, and I will not hesitate to kill.

The number of people on the stage of the Battle Spirit Exercise is decreasing sharply at a high rate, and now there are less than a hundred people left.

During this period, some people tried to challenge me, but all of them were locked in my throat with a sword and left the scene gloomily. After a few times, no one came to fight against me.

In the end, there were only three people left on the martial arts stage, me, Han Bing, and Zhan Wushuang.

The specific ranking of this round of the game depends on the combat power statistics after the game, but the champion does not need it, whoever can stand in the martial arts arena to the end is a well-deserved champion.

Zhan Wushuang used all her strength in every battle, and now she looked tired, but her big black and white eyes were still burning with strong fighting intent. I've watched her battles carefully, and I've really come to understand a bit of the true meaning of her battle spirit.

Han Bing also performed amazingly, with a cold expression, but he couldn't hide the fire of battle in his eyes. When there is no fighting, people are like ice, and when they fight, they are like a flame burning.

If it weren't for my existence, the champion of this round of martial arts competition should have been produced by one of them.

"Uncle, I don't want you to play like this." Zhan Wushuang held the Zhangba Snake Spear in his arms, and said with big eyes flashing.

“……”

My heart hurts when I hear this uncle, and the flowers are reopened, and no one is young anymore.

Alas, no wonder Yan Qi refuses to give up Taoism and martial arts, the word uncle is really heart-wrenching.

"Han Bing, you and I have done one." Seeing that I was speechless, Zhan Wushuang turned his head and said to Han Bing again.

"Is it necessary? I'm here to fight for the championship. As for the runner-up, you want to give you a good one. After Han Bing finished speaking coldly, he turned around and left the Battle Spirit Martial Arts Arena.

"Humph!" Seeing Han Bing's indifferent position, Zhan Wushuang was so angry that he stomped his feet. I found out that I was looking at her, and shouted, "Look at everything, it's not all because of you." Participating in the Rookie Martial Arts Selection Contest was the only opportunity for me to get in touch with him, and now I don't even have that opportunity! ”

Although she said this to me, the loudness of her voice was obviously for Han Bing.

Unfortunately, the indifferent young man did not notice it, and his steps did not slow down in the slightest.

The annual rookie martial artist selection competition came to an end, but the audience did not disperse.

In view of my outstanding performance, the two Juggernauts have become an undying battle. insisted on doing a game and set up a master-apprentice status with me.

The battle at the level of the Martial Saint is not trivial, in order to prevent accidental injury, the two Sword Saints did not hesitate to lower their own prices and set foot on the Battle Spirit Martial Arts Arena.

In this way, their cultivation was limited to the martial soul product.

Although the excitement of Bidu has decreased, it is indeed a rare opportunity for the sword martial artists present to learn.

Because the lower the realm, the more you can comprehend the subtlety of the sword itself.

"Zhiqiu, you have to remember that nothing in Wushuang City is more sacred than the dignity of the Sword Saint. So whoever they end up taking you as a disciple must not refuse. My uncle told me.

"Well, which of them will win?" I nodded and asked.

"This problem has been plaguing Wushuang City for many years, and the two great sword saints have fought hundreds of times in private, and they have never been able to decide the winner. However, it is the first time to compete on the battlefield stage, and this time there should be results. The uncle said.

Sword Saint Han Yuxue was dressed in white, he was middle-aged, his demeanor was undiminished, and when he stood at will, the aura of a beautiful man came out. Since Han Yuxue was widowed, he has not married, and Wushuang City doesn't know how many women secretly beat his idea.

Sword Saint Murong Zixuan, dressed in a big red robe, and the Ziwei sword in his hand was also as scarlet as blood. Long hair to the waist, barefoot, and a bold posture do not belong to drunken fanatics. Although the are half-old, they have excellent demeanor and are not inferior to young girls.

Let's not talk about whether the competition is exciting, just looking at the appearance of these two people is enough to pay back the ticket price.

The duel of the sword of the Sword Saint will naturally not be taken lightly. A peerless swordsman, once he makes a move, he can often tell the winner in one move.

Yan Qi stared at Murong Zixuan intently, his expression unpredictable.

"Look at that Murong Sword Saint, even if there is no Yuan Qi to lock her face, who dares to say that she is not beautiful?" I said.

"You want to induce me to abandon Taoism and martial arts? I won't be fooled. Yan Qi gave me a blank look and said.

"Ahem, I'll sing you a song."

I leaned over Yan Qi's ear and gently hummed a song written by the poet Yeats:

How many people have loved your youthful and joyful hours

Admire your beauty, fake or sincere

There is only one person who still loves your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face......

"Yan Qi, I know that you have a pious heart to the sword, give up the Tao and learn martial arts, I believe that Senior Chen Yang will also approve of your decision." I said.

"You don't regret it?" Yan Qi bit his lip and asked.

"My hair is gray, but I still love you."

"Alright, as you wish. If you don't love me anymore, remember to let me go and never see me for the rest of your life. ”

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