Chapter 1299 Guiyuan Sword Saint, Tibetan Cultivation

On the stone platform of the water pavilion, lively swimming fish happily shuttle in the pond.

Yu Fenglan looked at one place quietly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a little ripple and soft waves. The jade pendant engraved with the word "dress" was held tightly in his palm, and his knuckles were faintly white.

If it were someone else, I would never dare to say something like that to her just now.

But the other party is Xiao Xiao, the person who knows Yu Fenglan the most in the Holy Gate.

The two are like sisters and have a very deep friendship.

At that time, as we all know, the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan and the Holy Maiden of the Kaihuang were not in harmony, and under various contradictions, the relationship between the two deteriorated more and more.

Later, the Holy Gate learned that the Supreme Divine Diagram was in the sealed coffin blood hall, and the Holy Maiden of the Emperor took the initiative to ask to go. And the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan insisted on accompaniment. In the eyes of countless people, Yu Fenglan's purpose is just to compete for merit. But Xiao Xiao understood that this was not her intention......

Another sigh!

Yu Fenglan's red lips opened lightly, and she said softly, "No matter what, Yan Sheng still died at my hands after all." ”

"What about that day, why do you have to endure the care in your heart?" Xiao Xiaoyu held her hand lightly, and a little helplessness swelled up between her eyebrows.

"I don't know. Yu Fenglan replied.

"How could you not know? You're a ...... of God."

"Don't say it. ”

Yu Fenglan interrupted the other party softly, "You go down!"

"Okay! Let's not talk about these things, let's talk about something light! In three months, there will be a great examination of the Templar disciples, and you, as the head of the Four Great Holy Maidens, should be attending. Also, this year's newcomer disciples have very good qualifications. Especially the one who won the Ten Thousand Races Championship, you may not believe it when you say it, he actually equaled the record set by you and the Holy Son of Heaven in the Holy Tower......

Xiao Xiao didn't continue to talk because she found that Yu Fenglan wasn't listening to her at all.

The quiet gaze stopped elsewhere, thoughtful.

The golden sunlight poured down on the beautiful face of Mikaede Lan, and the snow-white skin seemed to be transparent. The beautiful and elegant temperament reveals a hint of melancholy, but it is a beauty that makes people feel a little heartbroken.

Xiao Xiao sighed, turned around and left.

......

In the following time, the atmosphere of the whole Holy Gate became extremely lively.

First of all, the 'Hundred Years Sword Covenant' of the Golden Rain Sword Saint of the Nine Heavens Pavilion and the Guiyuan Sword Saint of the Holy Gate has long been rumored. Not only did the entire Holy Gate know about this, but the news even spread throughout the Zhongxing Continent.

Many powerhouses of first-class sect forces gathered at the Holy Gate uninvited.

There is another thing, naturally, that is, the Holy Gate's 20-year Templar Disciple Assessment is about to begin.

This is also a very important ceremony for the Holy Door. It is said that the eight supreme rulers of the temple will attend the ceremony.

Just thinking about it can tell you how huge the scene is.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed quietly.

The mountain behind the Tianxuan Palace!

Hanchen, who was sitting on the surface of the lake, slowly opened his eyes, and there was a little confusion in his deep eyes.

"Still won't work......"

Hanchen felt that he had reached a bottleneck, although in the past month, he had various epiphanies in his heart. But I always felt that something was missing.

If he didn't grasp that point, Hanchen would never be able to break through that shackle and become a sage in the sword.

"Forget it, let it be!" Hanchen got up, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered softly, "Today is the day of the Golden Rain Sword Saint and the Guiyuan Sword Saint', it's time to go to Proud Sword Peak......"

For the peak duel between the two sword saints, Hanchen is very much looking forward to it.

Then without hesitation, his figure moved, turning into a streamer and disappearing in place.

......

When Hanchen arrived at Aojian Peak, there was still about half an hour before noon.

But at this moment, the entire Proud Sword Peak had already gathered visitors from all directions.

The black oppressive masses are crowded with people.

In addition to the Holy Gate's own family, there are also masters from other sects in the Zhongxing Continent.

Proud Sword Peak couldn't stand anymore for a long time, and many strong people were all hanging above the surrounding void. Even the Great Elder Fu Shan, the High-level Elder Chi Song, Xiao Xiao and many other big figures of the Holy Gate just chose a place to watch the battle at random.

In today's situation, everyone is just a spectator.

The only protagonists are the Golden Rain Sword Saint and the Guiyuan Sword Saint!

While everyone was waiting patiently, they were also pointing and whispering.

"Which Juggernaut do you say is more powerful?"

"Needless to say, of course I support the Guiyuan Sword Saint of this sect. ”

"Ever since I entered the Holy Gate, I've never seen the Guiyuan Sword Saint make a move! And he doesn't give me the feeling that he is a sword cultivator at all. Every time I saw the Guiyuan Sword Saint, I didn't feel the slightest bit of sword intent from him. On the contrary, it is the Golden Rain Sword Saint, and his momentum is really not ordinarily powerful. ”

"I feel the same way. ”

......

In the past month, Shen Chao, the Golden Rain Sword Saint, has been sitting on top of the giant sword sculpture on the Proud Sword Terrace.

Whether it is windy and sunny, frost and rain, it has not left half a step.

Shen Chao maintained the posture he had taken a month ago, his eyes closed, his right hand holding the sword, the blade facing downward, against the stone face. Motionless as a rock.

The golden drizzle lingered outside his body, shrouding the space area within a radius of dozens of meters, fluttering softly, like a colorful falling flower.

......

"Boom!"

When the moment of noon arrived on time, a dazzling white pillar of light fell from the sky, and with the momentum of a white rainbow piercing the sun, it ran through another 100-meter giant sword sculpture on the proud sword platform.

The majestic breath of the mountain swept in all directions.

The dust and stone chips on the proud sword platform instantly flew towards the surroundings.

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and the eyes of the Golden Rain Sword Saint Shen Chao suddenly opened, and two fierce rays of light burst out from his eyes.

"The Guiyuan Sword Saint is here!"

"It's finally time to wait for this moment. ”

"I can't help but be excited!"

......

The atmosphere of the audience suddenly set off a burst of restlessness.

Countless pairs of eyes full of anticipation all gathered in the sky above the giant sword sculpture. In the next moment, the bright white pillar of light converged sharply downward, and a middle-aged figure in his forties appeared in everyone's sight.

This is an ordinary-looking man, not handsome.

But the feeling is approachable, compared to Shen Chao, the Golden Rain Sword Saint opposite him, from the former's body, he can't feel the sharpness and sharpness of sword cultivation at all.

The Golden Rain Sword Saint Shen Chao slowly stood up, dressed in black, with a cold appearance, and his posture was straight and straight like a sharp sword in his hand, unyielding.

"Jiuxiao Pavilion, Shen Chao, come to the hundred-year appointment!"

Words are like needles, sharp as swords.

The momentum of the Guiyuan Sword Saint suddenly startled, his throat rolled slightly, and he replied in a cold voice.

"Holy Gate, Tibetan Cultivation, specially come to answer the ......"