The people around were excitedly holding melon seed kettles and waiting for a wonderful battle, after all, although the Beihai Sword Immortal Descendant was strong and invincible, Huang Zitao was over forty years old after all, and it was almost the last time he came to participate in the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, and similarly, he had cultivated for at least twenty years longer than Li Molan, even if the old Sword Immortal disciple could win, it should not be easy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Kaguya came here to take a look at Li Molan.

Li Molan also saw him, smiled at him, and then looked at the young man in front of him.

Most of the cultivators are young, and Huang Zitao looks like he is in his early twenties, which seems to be about the same age as Li Molan, but in fact, Li Molan is not even half of Huang Zitao's age.

Listening to the discussion around him, Huang Zitao's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he thought that the young man in front of him had not yet been born during the time he was galloping in Beihai, and his expression became even more gloomy.

Huang Zitao is also a person who graduated from the Enlightenment Academy, although he was not able to go up the mountain when he graduated, but he also graduated with the strength of the three middle realms, and now he is a super master in the middle realm of the dragon's eye, and he is naturally the apex figure in the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, but Li Molan doesn't seem to take him very seriously, which makes him feel greatly humiliated.

"Tianqing Taoist Temple, Huang Zitao. Huang Zitao saluted with an ugly face, the saber on his waist seemed to feel his emotions, and the red tassel swayed without wind, shaking angrily.

"Li Molan. Li Molan said calmly, and also saluted, giving the opponent some respect.

He was actually not very willing to accept the challenge, but those challengers were really too noisy, and they were still walking around the rumors and thinking about it, and he finally decided to pick one to fight, which was used as a warm-up before the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, and he was confident that with his own strength, he would not have to use his real character to defeat the other party, so there was no such thing as revealing his strength.

On a small building not far away, there were two painters of the Dragon's Eye Realm sitting there.

The small building is located on the lake, and the environment is elegant, where the two artists will record everything they see through the aura-filled rune paintings for those who have not had the opportunity to come and watch.

Any battle before the Heaven Sacrifice Conference may expose a lot of their secrets and hole cards, so many cultivators are not willing to engage in a lot of fighting, unless it is the kind of person who is really dedicated to the Tao and does not care about the ranking, Li Molan is not sure if Huang Zitao is this kind of person, but he really hopes that these people will not come to trouble him, he is really unwilling to fight with others.

Huang Zitao is indeed a master of the older generation, he has not appeared when he crisscrosses the North Sea, Li Molan is not sure if he will expose anything because of this, but he doesn't seem to have anything to expose, the strongest means is nothing more than the dragon elephant swordsmanship and the killing move that has never been used, in addition to the seventy years of the Yubei Immortals' peerless sword, but the latter needs a little luck, either lack of fire or lack of chance, half-baked and unable to enter the house, the former's words have also been used in front of many people, there is no need to hide it.

The formation gradually emitted light, and the entire clearing was shrouded in those white lights, like a large white transparent bowl that held the two into the room.

Huang Zitao pulled out his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at Li Molan.

The aura in the air was restless, like water waves appearing on the white wall of the formation, as if countless ripples appeared out of thin air, like a surging river.

Li Molan didn't draw his sword, but a sword qi long sword appeared in his hand.

"You don't even need the North Sea Dragon Elephant?" Huang Zitao's face changed slightly, becoming more and more angry and ugly, he felt that he had been insulted, but he couldn't help but feel a little more happy in his heart.

He is very confident in his own strength, and he originally challenged Li Molan with the mentality of half sharpening himself and half trying, but seeing the other party at this moment is really a great opportunity, thinking that this is not the best time to become famous in one fell swoop?

"That's enough. ”

Li Molan said expressionlessly, and at the same time, with a flick of the sword qi long sword, a white sword qi suddenly slammed into the ground, leaving a hole in the ground with a diameter of three meters.

There was an exclamation from outside the venue, and the faces of everyone in the audience changed, secretly thinking that they were worthy of being the apprentices of the old sword fairy, so powerful.

Looking at this big pit that had just been blasted out, Huang Zitao's heart was slightly cold, and he suddenly felt that everything might not go according to his plan.

So he decided to strike first.

There were many crisp sword sounds in the air.

Countless sword qi shattered in midair.

Huang Zitao stepped forward, his steps were extremely heavy, and he left a deep footprint on the ground with one step, and there were cracks spreading at the edges of those footprints, and at the same time, his sword also rose upwards extremely quickly, and then fell head-on, as fast as lightning.

The style of his sword is fast, just as his sword intent is full of arrogance and disdain, like a falcon soaring above the nine heavens.

With such a fast sword, you can't see it clearly, how can you block it?

This is Huang Zitao's self-confidence, his conceit, and his strongest means, his sword is so fast, so fast that it can't be seen by the naked eye, and it can only be warned by relying on the innate intuition of cultivators.

Electric flint.

However, the sword collided with the sword, making a clearer sword sound than before, and a sword qi long sword composed of true qi stopped Huang Zitao's sword trajectory, which seemed to incorporate all his actions into the calculation, and clearly saw through all his movements.

This is a person who is a person in the cultivation of kendo who is one foot taller, one step higher in skills, one thousand miles away, and a high judgment.

Li Molan was a little disappointed, because Huang Zitao's sword path was a little crooked, this person has always pursued fast swords, but as a result, there is not much strength on the sword edge, how can he kill people?

Moreover, Li Molan's sword is much faster than his.

Countless sword shadows appeared in front of Li Molan, just a blink of an eye, I don't know how many swords came out of the sword almost at the same time, there were sword shadows all over the sky, and the sword light overlapped and overlapped layer upon layer, so that Huang Zitao was dizzy at all, raised his hand to block a sword and another sword, the wind and rain were just like this, if it rained rain, how could he resist it?

This is not the Seven Kills style in the Hundred Grass Sword Compendium, this is the White Crane Sword of the Wang He family!

The White Crane Sword is one of the fastest swordsmanship in Beihai, and it is even more handy in Li Molan's hands, the true qi slashes through the aura barrier in front of him one after another, and at the same time, the tip of the sword is bullied forward to Huang Zitao's chest, and countless qi machines explode!

The green-shirted swordsman Li Molan is drumming into a ball!

The sword momentum climbed to the peak in an instant, hanging but not falling.

The light and shadow were intertwined, and the sound of the sword came to an abrupt end.

The tip of the sword pressed against Huang Zitao's chest.

"I lost. Huang Zitao looked at the sword qi long sword in a daze, and his face was like ashes.

Li Molan didn't say anything more, he calmly dissipated the sword qi long sword, and walked towards the outside of the field, his eyes wandering in the crowd, only to find that the third assassin of the North Sea had already left.

The crowd was in awe and made way for him, and Huang Zitao in the field was still in place, as if he was stupid.

Of course, he was not scared stupid, but he was struggling to recall the experience of the first battle just now, he was still a single-minded person in his bones, and now he was desperately recalling all the swords and sword intent changes of Li Molan just now, as if he had an understanding.

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After defeating the master from the Tianqing Taoist Temple, Li Molan did not come up to challenge for many days after that, probably because he was the favorite to win the top ten, and many people paid attention to this matter.

The two painters from the Ye family and the Wang He family quickly drew what they said they saw, attached some text descriptions, copied them to their assistants, and then presented them to the guild halls in various places.

Except for He Xingge's knife a few days ago, Li Molan's easy defeat of the challenger this time was a relatively common topic on the entire Heavenly Tomb Island, and at the same time, those painting scrolls that recorded the battle were quickly taken to be studied, as if they wanted to find a way to defeat the descendants of the Beihai Sword Immortal.

Li Molan didn't care much about this, because he was still very confident in his own strength, he just wanted to wait for the Heaven Sacrifice Conference to start and get the top ten, go to the top of the Heavenly Mountain to see the Heavenly Eye, and he was not very interested in anything else.

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In an uninhabited mountain on the island of the Celestial Graveyard.

The mountains were all emerald green, and a young man in a coarse cloth robe sat gloomily on the branches of a tree.

He was holding a dossier in his hand, and on the dossier was a transcription of the battle in which Li Molan struck.

Looking at those seemingly messy and scribbled lines, the face of the young man in coarse cloth gradually became gloomy.

"It's so much stronger...... It seems that if I don't kill you this time, it will be difficult to kill you next time. He muttered to himself.

Not far from his location there is a mountain village.

This mountain village is small and rustic, and it is all inhabitants of the Heavenly Tomb Island.

At this moment, this mountain village is quiet, as if everyone is asleep.

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(ps:The whole volume of the Sacrifice to the Sky Conference is for one person.,This volume is really not a boring water plot that I wrote out to show you the male protagonist pretending to be forced.,But I'm in a terrible state now.,It's badly written.,There's no emotion at all between the lines.,Alas,I'm sorry (to be continued.) )