After hearing Zhou Lingxiao's words, Guan Mingyu was slightly stunned. As the authentic sect of the Daomen, there will be almost no cannibalism on the bright side of the Fish Dragon Dao, and there are very few cases like bangs. After being promoted to the True Transmission, the improvement of cultivation and the general level of talent made the True Transmission disciples almost never waste their time on meaningless competition, but kept traveling the world to earn good points for cultivation.

If you are out of the house, you are even more brothers, friends and brothers, after all, the same door is more trustworthy than outsiders, and there are many true traditions, even if you step on someone, you alone don't want to get much benefit, so the true disciples can be called the most harmonious group in the Fish Dragon Dao.

A straightforward dialogue like Zhou Lingxiao has not been seen for a long time since the bangs.

After hearing Guan Mingyu's answer, Zhou Lingxiao's face became solemn, and he stood straight in a casual posture. And at this time, Long Yu next to him stepped forward and stood in front of Guan Mingyu: "I heard from a few elders that the realm of junior disciples has been able to interfere with reality with the will, and the sword technique is standing on the edge of entering the Dao. The senior sister is not talented, and she also asks the junior brother for advice. ”

Guan Mingyu was slightly stunned, and then he suddenly felt something, and looked at the two figures, one white and one yellow, on the side of the school field, and behind them, there was still Jiang Dong in a blue robe, and the three of them were talking about something.

Is this his own group of relatives and friends?" he smiled and nodded over there.

Outside the school grounds, seeing his gaze looking at him, Bai Wuwu and Xiang Wanqing, the three of Jiangdong also nodded to him. Not only them, but all the disciples in the true transmission who were in the mountain gate had already arrived, and even the sect protectors who had withdrawn from the ranks of disciples had already arrived, and they were each looking for a place to watch.

After saying hello, Xiang Wanqing took over the topic and said, "Senior Brother Zhou is too much. Her tone was flat, and it was impossible to hear the joy and anger.

Bai Wuwu, who was familiar with her temperament, frowned, Xiang Wanqing was hearty and cheerful, and rarely spoke in such a calm tone. Once you use this tone, you will definitely not want to see some miscellaneous things. He shook his head and explained, "It's not too much, Senior Brother Zhou's focus is different from yours. ”

Xiang Wanqing was stunned: "What's the difference?"

"Senior Brother Zhou has come to this point with extraordinary talent, and I don't know how much effort he has put in. If you want to talk about hard work, counting all the sects and worlds in the world, he can also rank in the top three, and his mind can't be so narrow-minded. And he was raised by the sect, and he cares not only about the title of the head of the Holy Son, but also about the rise and fall of the sect. Senior Brother Jiang didn't say it first, after six years, the sect elected the sword envoy, unless there was a true immortal reincarnated into our Fish Dragon Dao, otherwise it would be impossible to keep up with our progress. Only he, me, and Senior Brother are qualified to intervene, and Senior Brother and I must pass his test, unless Senior Brother Jiang is willing to take over the position of head of the family. ”

He turned his head to look at the beauty beside him: "Senior sister, if you are wise and foolish, you are like a traitor." It is often the people who seem to be the most loyal who are the ones who are negative, and it is often the people who seem the most hateful who are the real heroes. ”

Xiang Wanqing's eyes widened, not knowing what she was thinking.

At this time, Guan Mingyu no longer stood on the school field so casually, but became solemn. He looked at the capable woman with a ponytail in front of him and said slowly, "Senior Sister Long, the sword has no eyes, and Senior Brother may not be able to control it. ”

Long Yu smiled generously: "With the strength of the junior brother and the supernatural powers, you can defeat the strength of the Star Palace Ningxia, of course the senior sister is not an opponent." But the practice is to look at a thousand swords and recognize the weapon, to read the ancient and modern, to accept the strengths of hundreds of schools, to get out of a different landscape, senior sister to see the hunting heart, what to talk about?"

Her voice was crisp, every word like a drop of water without a trace of drag.

Guan Mingyu was embarrassed in his heart, if he could be promoted to the Holy Son of the Fish Dragon Dao, he was the best choice in terms of talent and temperament, how could he casually fight for life and death in the sect's internal competition? Cultivators cultivate the Dao, not the Fa, and the Dao is not a martial art, a humane, or a Shinto, and is far more open-minded than the three realms in terms of heart.

As soon as he grabbed his hand from the void, a thick-backed long knife appeared in his hand, it was the knife of Longbo. At this time, he saluted Long Yu seriously: "Then the junior brother is offended." After saying that, his feet changed, and he was about to turn into a rainbow and move forward.

Long Yu grinned, and after a step back, the long sword was raised: "Senior brother, but the will interferes with the realm of reality, do you want to strike at me first?"

Guan Mingyu was already running with spiritual power, and he almost stumbled. What are you doing, I'm a junior brother, why is she the first to say it so naturally as the world? He secretly suppressed his spiritual power before he spoke: "Then please ask Senior Sister to take action." ”

Long Yu laughed heartily again: "Senior brother, don't blame me, you have the strength to fight with Senior Brother Bai head-on, once you go all out, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch even a move, and this opportunity will be wasted." Senior Brother Mo can comprehend the sword intent from the battle between you and Senior Brother Bai, and I can't miss such an opportunity. ”

Guan Mingyu was slightly stunned, and then said, "Senior brother can save it, please let the senior sister take action." ”

Long Yu stood with his sword in his hand, and his capable and cheerful smile quickly converged. She held the sword and pressed down, and after a coquettish sound, the sword shadow flashed, turning into a breeze and blowing in her face. In the breeze, a silver-white sword light flickered, like a swimming dragon flowing downstream.

Guan Mingyu's face remained unchanged, and the long knife came to the stage, pointing at the sword light without any fancy eyes.

Long Yu magically changed, her move came from the great magic power "Qingyang Sword", which was a inheritance given by the sect. Although it is only at the level of knowing fate, this is already her most powerful move. As an ordinary holy son, she only had one chance to choose the supreme supernatural power, and as a matter of course, she practiced the "Zixiao Cave True Ming Heart Sutra", and the move naturally fell behind.

But the moves of the Qingyang Sword are extremely complicated, and Rao is her ten years of hard work, and she is just getting started. But with this Qingyang Sword that had just started, Wang Zixin, who had been promoted to the Holy Son before her, might not be able to suppress her.

With this introductory sword, there are a full seventy-two variations!

But she couldn't see any hope of victory, because no matter how she changed her moves, Guan Mingyu's straight sword came over, and it was directly aimed at the sword that she had finally broken through. She gritted her teeth and took the change to the extreme, and the sword body was mixed with the sound of whistling wind, stabbing at Guan Mingyu with the momentum of thunder. Within the range of her advance, the sword shadow that covered the entire space shrank sharply, shrouding towards Guan Mingyu's blade tip.

Guan Mingyu ignored it at all, his fingers flicked slightly, and the blade of the knife made a loud and clear sound, like a Dinghai divine needle in the swaying breeze, and the firm and gentle point brought out the sword shadow that enveloped the entire line of sight.

The sound of swords intersecting came with a "bang", and the sword shadow that covered the entire line of sight completely disappeared.

Long Yu's face changed rapidly, and the spiritual power continued to surge in her body, stimulating the meridians and acupoints to burst out with greater power, urging her to resist Guan Mingyu's seemingly nonexistent power.

Guan Mingyu shook his head and drew his knife back. Under his sword, countless sword shadows shattered, leaving only the silver-white sword light to stop in front of him, without an inch.

Feeling the lightness of his whole body in an instant, Long Yu's sword body finally returned to its original path, and the moves returned to their natural nature again. The breeze around Long Yu's body resurfaced, and his body disappeared into the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was ten zhang away.

Divine rune "Breeze Escape".

Guan Mingyu's face remained unchanged, and in his sight, a sword that was almost invisible first retreated, accumulating into a mass point more than ten zhang away, and then stabbed at him like a spear.

Since phantom and quantity are not good, then the substance and quality will make up for it!

The Qingyang Sword is created by the sages of the Daomen, when the hundred clans stand side by side, there is a Qingyang retrograde immortal, casting Sendai, and the swordsmanship is famous for its complexity. After the ancient times, Wu Jie, the patriarch of Qingyang Temple, reversed the cause and effect creation of the Supreme Divine Monarch, and with the help of another Great Divine Monarch, he achieved Taoism and Heavenly Man, and then re-perfected this volume of Qingyang Sword.

Since then, the Qingyang Sword has been "ten thousand swords volley, one sword to punish immortals".

The mass points formed by the convergence of sword light kept rotating in the air, absorbing the inexplicable aura little by little, and then getting bigger and bigger, gradually covering the entire field of vision, coming towards Guan Mingyu's eyebrows.

Guan Mingyu raised his hand again, like a chaifu chopping wood, and slashed with a knife.

In Long Yu's body, the spiritual power that had been accumulated for many years frantically poured into the veins of his limbs. After the first attack was blocked, she resolutely withdrew her hand and retreated ten feet away. At this time, she realized that Guan Mingyu's realm of "knowing the number of fates, knowing yin and yang" was in her body, and with her own realm, any change in nothingness could not escape his induction, unless she deliberately converged, so that his judgment could be slightly blurred, making his perception seem to be nothing. But how could he be Guan Mingyu's opponent if he was deliberately restrained? Therefore, since the ten thousand swords can't be volleyed, then one sword will punish the immortals!

Within her dantian, the spiritual power surged even more frantically to the limbs and veins, and the sword momentum became more amazing with her figure, and the condensed sword light finally pierced Guan Mingyu's eyes.

As if he didn't notice it, he simply swung his knife and slashed, and the condensed and expanded particles shattered in response.

Long Yu's whole body breath stagnated, and his moves collapsed instantly, and there were loopholes everywhere. Under the blade of the knife, she forced a breath and withdrew ten zhang away.

She gently drew her knife and slashed forward in the air, three to the left and three to the right.

Looking at her dignified posture and figure, all the onlookers were shocked. Obviously, after two moves, this holy son was almost defeated, and with two casual moves, he was already about to use the ability to press the bottom of the box.

Guan Mingyu seemed to be unaware.

Long Yu's sword body gradually emitted a blood-red light, but it was as vibrant as the rising sun. Guan Mingyu was slightly stunned, the only ones who could practice the blood-colored swordsmanship to such a bright and majestic point were the legendary peerless supernatural powers, but he didn't know which one it was.

The blood path supernatural powers, there are the smelly blood sea supernatural powers of the demon gate, the weird blood supernatural powers of the ghost path, and the true transmission of the Confucian Daomen, which uses the characteristics of the blood and life water to practice the exercises. It's a pity that with the fall of the Ancient Emperor and the return of the Ancient Blood Saint, the Blood Dao is completely regarded as a demon Dao and a ghost Dao.

But Long Yu's supernatural power is obviously an upright and decent supernatural power. Under the light of her sword, a blood-red light shone on the entire school field, and the vertical and horizontal light and shadow blessed the sword body. And in her sea of consciousness, a blood-colored rune once again merged into the entire sea of blood.

When the light was so dense that it almost turned into substance, her blood-colored sword shadow almost merged with herself, and at a speed invisible to the naked eye, it stabbed in front of Guan Mingyu at the same time as the blood-colored light.

The illusion formed by the fusion of blood-colored artistic conception, blood-colored supernatural powers, and blood-colored runes is the hole card of Longyu, and even ordinary cultivators who know their fate will take time to see through it.

Guan Mingyu seemed to be unconscious, and once again raised his knife to slash at the surging blood.