Hearing this, the sword idiot slowly walked to Mu Qiu's side, and then waved his hand.

"Buzz!"

A clear sword roar sounded, and the huge formation began to rotate slowly.

"This is a corner of Li Shi's destruction."

As the formation rotated, the sword idiot stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly.

A small gap appeared in the formation.

"He didn't tell the truth before, because with his mid-stage strength of the merger, it was impossible to crack this big array, not even a trace."

Although the name of this formation is not clear, it has been handed down from ancient times, and the Qinglian Sword Sect has also produced countless ancestors with outstanding talents.

Many of these ancestors have super strong people who have stepped into the third step.

However, none of them opened the formation.

"Then why did the senior let me kill him?"

Mu Qiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the sword idiot beside him.

"Because that man's strength is unfathomable, even if we know it, it won't do anything."

After a long time, the sword idiot took his gaze back from the formation, and there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

"The seniors don't want to tear their faces." When Mu Qiu heard this, he nodded suddenly.

Sometimes, it's better not to know than to know.

"Now your strength is not enough to enter the formation, if I guess correctly, this formation, only by stepping into the six realms of the sword path and wrapping it with your own sword intent, can you enter it safely."

Hearing the sword idiot talk about the six realms of swordsmanship, instead of talking about the three declines of luck, Mu Qiu's heart rose with a touch of surprise.

I didn't expect the sword idiot to also know the cultivation system of the sword immortal.

However, when he thought of the sword idiot's attainments in swordsmanship, he was immediately relieved.

"In my life, I have pursued the ultimate kendo, but I can't get in."

Seeing Mu Qiu's surprise, the sword said to himself.

He stood with his hands in his hands, and the inky sword behind him let out a sword roar.

A sense of sorrow pervaded.

"It's a pity that this person is not suitable for a sword immortal, and he can cultivate to such a realm, which can be regarded as having great perseverance."

Even the desolate spirit, who had always been extremely discerning, spoke up at this time and said in approval.

The way of the sword immortal requires a deep resonance between the physique and the sword, which is not like an ordinary monk who cultivates spiritual power.

The word diligence can make up for clumsiness is very inappropriate for sword immortals.

No matter how hard you try, your physique is not good, and you can't cultivate your sword intent to the point of becoming an immortal.

After all, the sword immortal after Dacheng even the Heavenly Dao had to tremble.

"The Great Dao ......is ruthless," he shook his head, and Mu Qiu sighed.

"Hehe, what a great avenue is ruthless!"

Hearing Mu Qiu's whispering, the sword idiot raised his head, looked at the dark space, and sighed.

With the long sigh of writing, this space gradually returned to calm.

Mu Qiu didn't speak, he insisted on this, quietly looking at the formation in front of him that had stopped rotating.

Time passes quietly.

I don't know how long it took, the sword idiot turned around violently, the sadness in his eyes had disappeared, he glanced at Mu Qiu, and said with a chuckle: "When you come out of the ancient sword pool, you may be able to enter it, now, you have more important things to do." ”

"What's the matter?"

Mu Qiu was stunned when he heard this.

"Go kill someone!"

After the three words came out, the smile on the sword idiot's face suddenly converged, and was replaced by a touch of cold killing intent.

He grabbed Mu Qiu, the power of the space in front of him surged, stepped on his feet, and walked in with Mu Qiu.

……

Qinglian Sword Sect, on the square of Nuoda.

Li Yuan's face was covered with blood, and he was holding a teenager in his arms, who had lost his vitality at this time.

Opposite him were two black-robed monks, a man and a woman.

These two people are full of Taoist rhymes, and at first glance they are monks in the merger period who have stepped into the second step.

On the stands, more than a dozen sects were divided into several areas, and the teams of these sects were not very many.

Except for the leader who was a little older, the rest of the people were a little immature on their faces.

These people are not very old, but they all have a restrained breath and sharp eyes.

I think they are all genius disciples of various sects.

"You bastards of the Blue Wolf Temple, you are actually a killer!"

Li Yuan's eyes were full of shock and hatred.

The previous solo competition has ended, and now it is the second round of two-player battles.

Li Yuan, who originally wanted to defeat all his opponents in one fell swoop, decided to let Xue Gang, who was second only to him in strength, be in the same group as him after discussing with the junior disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect who were participating in the competition.

They were the two with the strongest talents in the Qinglian Sword Sect, and they had all touched the threshold of the second step.

But I didn't expect that these two monks of the Blue Wolf Temple turned out to be strong men who had already entered the merger period.

And as soon as these two people came up, they shot ruthlessly, almost instantly, Li Yuan and Xue Gang, one dead and one injured.

"Are you done with the last words?"

"Then die!"

The black-robed man's hands quickly sealed, and the dark artistic conception dyed the space around him black.

Then, in an instant, he clasped his hands together.

"Buzz!"

The huge spiritual power was trained, and the power of the artistic conception of the bearer was smashed by Li Yuan fiercely.

Feeling the aura of destruction in the spiritual power training, a wave of despair rose in Li Yuan's eyes.

He looked up at the master in the stands and slowly closed his eyes.

"If you rescue him, the reputation of your Qinglian Sword Sect will be completely ruined today."

Just when the Qinglian Sword Sect thought that the elder wanted to rescue him, the monk on the side, who was wearing a black robe and a red robe, and a cool woman in his arms, opened his mouth to remind.

He slowly looked up, revealing a strange face, with a sickly smile on his face, and a terrible scar extending from his forehead to behind his ear, making his whole face a little more hideous.

When the elder heard this, a trace of struggle appeared on his face.

In the Sword Pool Conference, except for the younger generation whose bone age is less than fifty, the rest are not allowed to make a move, this is the rule set by the Qinglian Sword Sect.

If the old man makes a move at this time and breaks the rules, I am afraid that the reputation of the sect will suffer a major loss.

"Today, the younger generation of the Qinglian Sword Sect is about to break ......"

Seeing the elder sit down again, the corners of the black-robed man's mouth lifted slightly, and his voice was dry, but it was full of joy.

He slapped the woman in his arms stiffly, causing the person in his arms to exclaim.

"Apprentice, for the reputation of the sect, I'm sorry for you for the teacher!"

The elder looked at the attack that was about to hit Li Yuan, and suddenly burst into tears, his hands clenched, and his nails were already in the flesh and blood of his palms.

At this moment, an earth-shattering sword roar came from the sky, and then, a giant sword full of rust fell from the sky and plunged straight into the bluestone floor in front of Li Yuan.

"Boom!"

The spiritual power training also roared at this time, and it slammed on the rusty sword.

The Rusty Sword shuddered twice, fending off all the attacks.

"Hehe, children fighting, you two old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, what are you here to make a fuss?"

A chuckle rang out in the air, and a figure descended from the sky.

After landing, there was a crisp sound, and the bluestone under his feet suddenly turned into powder.

A puff of smoke rises.

The visitor waved his hand lightly, and the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a slightly thin figure.

He carried a large black coffin, leaning on a giant sword, and holding a small white stick in his mouth.