On the platform of life and death, the wind and clouds are turbulent. [No pop-up novel network]

In Xiao Qiang's divine sense, a powerful aura was condensing towards his surroundings, ten sword formations, more than 4,000 people's battle intent, every time he sensed one more point, his own battle intent increased by one point, and the countless disciples on the periphery, every time there was an extra point of expectation in his heart, his momentum increased by one point.

Although this is only a spiritual power, an illusory power, it makes Xiao Qiang feel the real power, and the whole person is integrated with the platform of life and death.

The time, the place, the people, the most important people, Xiao Qiang realized!

Outside the Three Swords Town, when Luo Qinglian, the peak master of the Wind Spirit Peak, and everyone walked into the town, they couldn't believe their eyes.

In the sky above the town, the overwhelming Nine Sword Flags were waving in the wind, the crowd on the street was surging, and the white-clothed disciples with red ropes wrapped around their arms flew into the sky from time to time to maintain order, and on the side of the Life and Death Terrace, a forest rose from the ground, and under a closer look, there was a person standing on the top of each tree!

Feeling the frenzy and restlessness of tens of millions of people, Luo Qinglian's face was very unsightly, she looked up at the Nine Sword Banner in front of her, and asked coldly: "My Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has one sword, two swords, and three swords, and in the past, there were twelve swords in the Sword Pavilion, but I have never heard of nine swords, what's going on?"

All the elite disciples lowered their heads one after another, and Qin Jian, who rushed to greet the peak master, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Back to the peak master, the offensive and defensive battle of the Junzi Valley, the Junzi Alliance fought fiercely for two days, and nine people were killed in the battle, and one person is a sword. ”

"Gentleman's Valley, Gentleman's League?" Luo Qinglian suddenly came over and glanced at Xiao Jing'an angrily, so frightened that Xiao Jing'an hurriedly lowered her head and snorted coquettishly.

The three masters and the four elders obviously hadn't descended the mountain for a long time, and looking at such a boiling scene, they were amazed one by one, deeply shocked by Xiao Qiang and his appeal.

If the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion eighteen years ago were so united and united, why would they be broken by the demons one by one and the elites would be lost?

Originally, they thought that the scene in the town was shocking enough, but when they walked outside the square of the Life and Death Terrace, they were stunned when they saw the ten-sided sword formation with a solemn atmosphere.

The heads of the elite disciples of Feng Ling Peak were buzzing, these white-clothed disciples in front of them were still those two swords that were submissive and scolding?!

The ten sword formations, more than 4,000 people, lined up in a neat queue, the hanging swords at their waists were even at an angle, and everyone stood there like javelins, without squinting and with a solemn expression, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle outside the square.

What shocked them even more was that the eyes of more than 4,000 people were full of fanaticism, and they all looked at the person sitting cross-legged on the high platform at this moment.

For a moment, they all hoped that the person sitting on the stage was themselves, not Xiao Qiang!

Luo Qinglian's face became more and more ugly, she originally thought that it was just Xiao Qiang who bewitched a group of rabble, so she ran to the peak to make trouble, but obviously she was wrong, wrong.

They are not a rabble, they are a group of awakened hot-blooded teenagers, their swords can be pulled out at any time to kill, and they will die generously for the person on the stage at any time!

Ten people are enough, a hundred people are enough, but here there are four thousand, and four thousand people are like one!

The people who came down from Fengling Peak secretly swallowed their saliva, feeling the pressure from this huge silence, and felt that their existence was so abrupt, as if they didn't belong to this land at all.

Fortunately, elite disciples from the other three major peaks came one after another to cheer Xiao Jing'an, and more than four hundred elite disciples gathered into a silver long dragon and slowly walked along the strict white sword formation passage to open up their base.

Everyone walked all the way to the stage, but was blocked by Cui Dameng.

Cui Dameng stepped forward and bowed his head, and said solemnly: "Everyone, please stay, in order to ensure that the game is not disturbed, there must be no outsiders in front of the five meters above the platform!"

An elite disciple of the Water Spirit lineage recognized Cui Dameng, and couldn't help but be angry and said: "Bastard, all the good places are occupied by you, do you want us to watch the battle from the outside?!"

Cui Dameng said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Senior brother, this regulation is the mountain rule of the early years of Wanjian Pavilion, there are no outsiders five meters away, I hope you will forgive me!"

The elite disciple said with a mocking face: "You will even talk to us about the mountain rules, telling you that the mountain rules are where the elite disciples want to go, and our words are the mountain rules!"

The person behind the silver long snake formation seemed to dislike the feeling of being caught in the sword formation, and was in an irritable mood, and said loudly: "Why did you stop in front, hurry up!"

The elite disciple who was blocked by Cui Dameng had a dull face, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said: "Two swords, do you really think that we don't dare to kill them?!"

Cui Da glared at the lion's eyes, and said, "Three swords, do you really think that we don't dare to stop you?!"

Xiao Qiang opened his eyes, for fear that Cui Dameng would suffer another loss, and said loudly: "Pass the order, if the three swords dare to break the rules, there will be no forgiveness!"

"Yes!"

The four thousand disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Formation shouted in unison, and at the same time drew their swords, and the murderous aura of Sen Leng spread across the square, making all the silver-shirted disciples feel a chill in their hearts.

Luo Qinglian stood at the back of the Silver Snake Array, and when she saw the disciples who drew their swords, their faces were like frost, and their beautiful eyes revealed a fierce murderous intent, and she said sharply: "This peak is here, who dares to be presumptuous!"

A strong wind whistled out from Luo Qinglian's wide sleeves and blew swiftly towards the left and right sides.

Before countless white-clothed disciples could react, they were overturned by the hurricane, and the sword arrays on both sides suddenly blanked out two large pieces, falling into chaos.

The other white-clothed disciples who drew their swords were terrified, and the hands holding the swords couldn't help but tremble, they could draw their swords towards the three swords, but they could give them a hundred dares, and they didn't dare to challenge the majesty of their elders, not to mention that the other party was still the master of the first peak.

At the front of the Silver Snake Array, several elite disciples couldn't help but smile proudly when they saw Lord Luo Feng make a move, and looked at Cui Dameng in front of them proudly, and suddenly punched forward at the same time.

Xiao Qiang watched Cui Dameng vomit blood and fly out, a stream of hot blood rushed to his head in an instant, two faint flames danced in his eyes, and the tyranny in his chest seemed to be suppressed to the extreme, and finally broke out!

"No mercy!"

Xiao Qiang let out a roar of rage, his figure rushed into the air, the long sword in his hand was raised high, and the volley slashed towards the silver-shirted disciples.

This sword almost drained Xiao Qiang's spirit, and also drained the momentum he had painstakingly accumulated, and the pleasure of pouring thousands of miles made him can't help but close his eyes.

The sword light was like practice, the wind thundered, and a powerful aura was formed in mid-air, and countless ripples floated in all directions, making a crackling sound of thunder and lightning.

In the shocked gaze of everyone, the sword light suddenly increased, turning into a giant blade more than ten meters long, with a tyrannical coercion, roaring towards the silver-shirted disciple's head.

Luo Qinglian sensed this sword that destroyed the heavens and the earth, her face changed drastically, and she lost her voice and said, "Overlord Sword, retreat!"

The silver-shirted disciples who injured Cui Dameng, under the pressure of the power of this sword, were already broken, looking at the giant lightsaber that fell on their heads in horror, and when they heard Luo Qinglian's warning, it was already too late!

Rumble!

The sword that opened the world fell suddenly, the snake head of the silver long snake formation disappeared in an instant, and the powerful shock wave was wantonly agitated, and seven or eight silver-shirted disciples vomited blood and flew out, two of them had completely collapsed their chests, their internal organs were shattered, and they had already lost their breath before they landed.

With a snort, Xiao Qiang fell from the sky, landed beside Cui Dameng, stretched out a solid big hand, and helped Cui Dameng up, and at the same time, a gang sword stabbed forward, directly piercing the throat of an elite disciple.

The elite disciple of the Water Spirit who sneaked up on Cui Dameng, clutching his blood-spurting throat, sudden, took two steps forward, and fell to the ground with a bang.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and everyone was still thinking about the giant sword in the sky, although it was a shocking flash, it could no longer be erased from their minds.

Click, on the hard bluestone slab ground, a lightning-like crack appeared, crawling backwards along the place where the giant sword fell, passing through the terrified silver-shirted disciples, and slowly extending to Luo Qinglian's feet.

Luo Qinglian looked at the silver-shirted disciples who were getting up from the ground in embarrassment, slowly retracted her gaze, looked at the crack under her feet, and her heart trembled violently again.

Sword intent, Xiao Qiang comprehended the sword intent of the sword, how is this possible?!

Behind her, the four Wind Spirit Elders widened their eyes and opened their mouths slightly, looking at Xiao Qiang who had returned to the high platform in disbelief.

A short elder suddenly exclaimed, "He has comprehended my sword intent, he has comprehended my sword intent!"

Xiao Qiang had already returned to the high platform, his face was dazed, the sword he had just now was purely impulsive, without any preparation, nor any intention first, and when the giant sword appeared in the air later, he was also very shocked, and he was still dizzy.

Hearing Elder Wind Spirit's frantic shouts, Xiao Qiang's heart was shocked, and his expression became extremely strange, that elder's reading was something he had only recently begun to figure out, and he was not the first Elder Wu to comprehend himself.

The five elite disciples of the Situ clan looked for each other's eyes, their faces shocked.

They were almost certain that Xiao Qiang's sword intent was completely different from the sword intent of the Warcraft Forest, that is, ...... Xiao Qiang comprehended two sword intents!

Hiss!

Almost at the same time, the five of them gasped, and even Ding Lanyi, who had a wooden expression, was shocked, showing a look of shock, looking at Xiao Qiang's eyes, becoming more and more unpredictable.

The elder who was acting like crazy suddenly ran over, came to the front of the high platform, and shouted loudly with an excited face: "Boy, what is the first sentence of the third chapter of the Thirteen Chapters of Sword Intent?!"

Xiao Qiang said without thinking: "The meaning is like thunder, the wind rises and its momentum rises, and the shape is like a meteor breaking through the sky......"

Xiao Qiang's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes shone like a morning star, and the energy in his body flowed like a rising tide, and finally it seemed to have a unique rhythm and rhyme, which made his body tremble.

The elder knew that Xiao Qiang had reached the key to comprehension, and suddenly rose to the sky, his arm shook, summoned a sword of green and shining spiritual power, and roared: "Boy, let the old man be this lightning rod!"