When the disciples saw the beginning of the martial arts, they also calmed down their moods, and they stepped forward one after another to break the chess.

Whether it's a game between the two or a game, or solving the endgame, it's always better to be quiet.

But Na Yan didn't know whether it was intentional or deliberate, so he sat down cross-legged in the same place and stretched out his hand to caress it.

Not to mention, there are really two female disciples who have little knowledge in their eyes, and they immediately forgot about this chess game, and they don't know how they cultivated to the Jindan realm.

Yan Wei, who summoned a Yaoqin, first sank his shoulders, his elbows fell, and his ten fingers pressed on the qin. Gently flick up, wipe, pick, hook, tick, beat, pick...... The technique is exhausted, the sound of the piano is pure and elegant, and the golden stone rhyme is added, the timbre is pure and there is no confusion, and it has been played for some time, but the longer it is played, the more the sound comes out.

Two more disciples were attracted to him and forgot about the chess game.

The indifferent Yan Weigui listened to it for a while, and when the aftersound was gone, his ten fingers suddenly moved, and he plucked the strings quickly and urgently, like the sun turning into snow, and hearing the sound of swords on a rainy night.

Another disciple stopped the game and listened intently.

Yan Weigui sang loudly: "Last night, Long Yuan couldn't stop singing, and he was shocked to return to the dream of the child's home, and he had broken off. People are quiet, but the sword does not cry! Sigh the wine, the road is difficult. Locked up the children and resented deeply, and sealed the front edge for several lifetimes? If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, it is difficult to find a soulmate, who will listen to the broken strings?"

The singing stopped, and the sword roared.

But at this time, Yan Wei abandoned Yaoqin, holding a bright red long sword tightly in his hand, and the lines on the sword body were like a spoon and a dragon.

His hand vibrated incessantly, making one sword moan after another.

The old man is in limbo, and his ambition is thousands of miles, and the martyr is in his twilight years, and his heart is full of strength.

Like the halberd that slays the enemy on the battlefield and breaks it, and the shield that guards the homeland and is broken. There is no edge, but he still longs to kill and see blood!

The five disciples who were attracted by the sound of the piano guessed it without knowing it.

The most sincere person can dance the sword of sincerity.

Seven Stars Dragon Yuan!

Yan Weigui, who grabbed the sword, pinched his fingers and recited the mantra, and three wisps of soul fire burst out from the center of his eyebrows to lock the seven stars, but the long sword screamed sadly, and the tone was one point higher.

A trace of sadness appeared on his face, and he cast another spell, and the soul of the strange beast emerged from his chest, suppressing Long Yuan.

Yan Weigui, who put away the seven-star Longyuan sword, looked at the five disciples with dull eyes, clapped his hands and pulled several people back, and sighed: "My qin sound sword sound, it's a little difficult to let you wait to resist, I'm sorry." ”

Yan Weigui looked at the remaining Wang Shichong and the three of them, swallowed the blood that had reached his mouth because of the previous suppression of the sword, and barely squeezed out a smile, "The three of you can't solve this endgame, just compare the sword." ”

The five people who came back to their senses found that they had lost their qualifications for the competition, and their hearts were immediately full of remorse.

Wang Shichong and the three of them also lost their chess pieces and stood up one after another.

Yan Weigui swept his eyes, and saw that the disciple behind Wang Shichong and Lu Changguan was wearing a white clothes, carrying a wooden sword, flipping through the roster, with a look of surprise on his face, and said with a smile: "Fuxi, you have suffered too much with this wooden sword." Fu looked to the side again, "Is anyone willing to lend the sword in their hand?"

As soon as he said this, they were all fellow disciples, but no one was unwilling, and they raised their iron swords in their hands and said loudly.

However, this disciple did not appreciate it, took off the jujube wood sword from his back, and saluted everyone, "Thank you for your kindness, you can use this wooden sword below." He changed the bow salute to the sword salute, "In the next Li Fu play, I hope you don't keep your hand!"

Wang Shichong, who was a little happy about the warm scene between the same door, listened to Li Fuxi's cold words, which was called a big fire, and his hand slapped his waist back, and the disciple's sword came out of its sheath.

The two of them each held a long sword and moved, crossed the river through the forest, split stones and cut birds, and fought back and forth in the sky and the ground, making the black smoke and miasma on this rooftop peak.

After fighting for no less than 100 rounds, Wang Shichong was really annoyed, and every time he slashed with his sword, it seemed to fall into the air, and he couldn't hit anyone, and he was the most aggrieved.

But I didn't know that Li Fuxi's heart was even more annoyed, and he secretly scolded this Wang Shichong for his strength, but his swordsmanship was not bad, so he had to take advantage of his strength and not be able to win.

The sky has been dawned, and in the end, Wang Shichong took advantage of the sword, made a type of flying immortal outside the sky, and broke the jujube wood sword in Li Fuxi's hand.

Li Fuxi didn't speak when he lost, turned around and left.

Wang Shichong was also disgraceful when he won, and turned around and left.

The five unsuccessful disciples looked surprised, and there was no sign of jealousy.

The remaining Lu Chang watched the back of the two of them leaving, but he forgot about himself and yelled, "Wang Shichong, do you still remember the appointment between you and me the day before yesterday, are you afraid?"

Wang Shichong, who had walked away, stopped his steps with Li Fuxi and turned around, and said in unison: "To kill you, you only need a sword!"

As soon as he said this, the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

Lu Changguan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he grabbed the sword from behind his waist and was about to pull it out.

"Lend me the seven rays of light and slaughter all the evil in the world!"

In the Tianyan Sect, there is a copy of the Chongming Sword Law in the hand, and it is recorded that the drunken Taoist who traveled abroad cultivated this basic swordsmanship to perfection when he was young.

For no other reason, this last type of starlight is a means that only Yuan Shendao people have, and they have not sensed the life star, how many people in the world can make this person die with soul power?

Yan Weigui's eyes flashed, staring at Wang Shichong's figure, but it was up to him to see if he had really learned the trick.

What about others, of course Wang Shichong doesn't care, as soon as he makes a move, he is a human being, or no one can stop him from killing this Lu Changguan, and no one can save this Lu Changguan. The body jumped and stabbed out a sword, with the bursting of the "scorching sun", the lightness of "following the wind", the weirdness of "flying immortals", and the domineering of "Qiyao".

In short, after the sword was released, a rainbow light exploded, and Wang Shichong fell behind Lu Changguan and stood still.

And Lu Changguan, according to the gallant sword, only half of it was drawn, and the person was also divided into two halves and turned into coke.

The power of swordsmanship can be seen.

"It's so daring, Lu Junwen's only son dares to kill, don't go to Ziwei Pavilion to hide, go quickly. ”

Wang Shichong was slightly stunned, it was Yan Weigui's voice transmission technique, and Lu Junwen's figure flashed in his mind.

......

......

Dancing swords on the Taiping Rock, bathing in the Duxiu Spring.

Walked up to the attic, entered the dark room and bowed to the ground, and after the big ceremony of kneeling and nine knocking, Wang Shichong laughed, "Then Lu Changguan was killed by me, and he must not be good, Chong'er will go to Ziwei Pavilion, teachers, boys go." ”

Wang Shichong, who stood up, took a deep look at the dense tablets in front of him, his heart was full of anger, he could hardly help himself, kowtowed again, turned around and left, just collided with Beiluoyan's smiling appearance, and shouted Uncle Shi.

Beiluoyan didn't pay attention, but watched a scarlet mark on Wang Shichong's eyebrows disappear from time to time, and shouted: "Where did the exercises you practice come from?" ”

Hearing this loud shout, Wang Shichong's eyes instantly became clear, and the sword marks that were about to appear in the center of his eyebrows also dispersed, and he didn't speak, taking out the oracle bone and a piece of animal skin.

Beiluoyan spread the animal skin on his hand and watched it for a long time, and sighed, "Qi and blood retrograde is not the right way." ”

Wang Shichong's eyes showed a trace of deep hatred, and he sneered again and again, "Even if it's an evil law, if I don't cultivate it, how can I avenge Duxiu Peak's annihilation!"