"Dare to fight?!"

The sound reverberates between the misty peaks, rippling endlessly, and even echoing and rolling.

Between the steep peaks, the sea of clouds that had been churning constantly seemed to freeze, and they were shocked by Fang Lang's roar.

Originally, the disciples of the Sword Shu Inner Sect, who were in an uproar because Zhao Dagang and the others lost the welcome battle, were all stunned.

Everyone's eyes fell on the young man in Tsing Yi who drew the full moon with the bow and shot an arrow, pointing directly at the Huangji Sword Pavilion, only to feel a tingling scalp!

What a crazy word!

How can you not be frivolous when you are young, just look at the champion of today!

As soon as he ascended to the Inner Sect of Sword Shu today, he challenged the Huangji Sword Pavilion, which symbolized the status of the Inner Sect.

I want to challenge the genius disciples in the Sword Pavilion!

That's right, those who can enter the Sword Pavilion are all genius disciples with extremely strong combat power, because only if they win the battle can they obtain a seat in the Sword Pavilion and sit safely.

There are a total of 800 places in the Huangji Sword Pavilion, and the disciples are restricted from cultivating below the fourth grade, so the people who can enter the Huangji Sword Pavilion are basically the disciples of the third-grade Sword Gang Realm.

As for the Xuanji Sword Pavilion further ahead, it is restricted to those who can enter below the upper four grades, and the disciples of the Earth Pole Sword Pavilion and the Heavenly Extreme Sword Pavilion are all genius disciples who have surpassed the lower four grades and reached the upper four grades.

Therefore, as soon as Fang Lang climbed Shu Mountain, after hammering Zhao Dagang's team, he directly called for a challenge to the Huangji Sword Pavilion that caused such a shock.

It's like a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!

Shout!!!

The churning sea of clouds seemed to be torn apart, and a blue ice arrow roared out from the ice bow, full of pride!

It seems to be an overflowing lake, to fill the sea of clouds between the peaks of Shu Mountain!

And the calm Huangji Sword Pavilion stands on the top of the extreme mountain peak.

Suddenly, one sword after another burst out, like brilliant fireworks, one after another Huang Ji disciples came out of the sword pavilion, this sword is not a flying sword, but to control their own sword with a breath!

It's the sword art of sword cultivation!

Between the Shu Mountains, the Sword Shu Sect stipulates that flying swords are not allowed, and they must control their own swords with a breath of heartfelt sword qi.

One by one, the disciples of Huang Ji seemed to be sword immortals out of the pavilion, surrounded by a brilliant sword, and rose into the air.

Rumble!

Countless sword gangs fell like a waterfall that flowed down, instantly annihilating the azure ice arrow that Fang Lang bent his bow shot at him.

"It's interesting, the champion of the new department has entered the Sword Shu, and the heroic Ganyun Battle Sword Pavilion."

"It's really a bit of a champion's courage, not bad."

"Deng Yuangang, the champion of the scientific examination in the previous few sessions of Sword Shu, never dared to challenge the Sword Pavilion on the first day of entering the sect, so daring!"

……

There are eight hundred disciples of the Huangji Sword Pavilion, and at this moment, more than three hundred have probably appeared like a magpie.

They looked at the square waves on the pre-sword peak across the sea of clouds with great interest, the green clothes, and the bow-bending movements.

These Huang Ji disciples didn't have much annoyance, but rather appreciation.

My generation of sword cultivation should have this kind of courage to be fearless and dare to fight the strong.

Fang Lang took the ice bow and smiled and threw his hand towards the many Huang Ji brothers and sisters.

"Senior brothers and sisters, dare to ask if you can challenge the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion today?"

Xiao Lingjian on the side came back to his senses with a strange expression: "You kid really want to challenge?" ”

"Of course."

Fang Lang nodded, with a serious look on his face.

"The first challenge, you can only challenge the last ten of the eight hundred disciples of Huang Ji, and when you can ascend to the Huang Ji Sword Pavilion, you will have the qualification to challenge for a higher seat."

Xiao Lingjian immediately explained to Fang Lang, his eyes flashing with a bit of amazement.

Young people are fearless?

No...... It's an extreme self-confidence.

Just now, when Fang Lang was hanging the hammer Xue Ying and Zhao Dagang, Xiao Lingjian also saw Fang Lang's confidence.

Fang Lang obviously hadn't exhausted all his strength yet.

And Xiao Lingjian hadn't explained yet, in the Huangji Sword Pavilion opposite the sea of clouds, a handsome and extraordinary man smiled gently.

"Senior Brother Fang, since you want to challenge, then you can only fight with Senior Brother, and among the last ten, the other nine have gone to the Demon Que Yongdao to temper their qi."

"It's just right, let the senior brother take a look at this champion...... How strong. ”

The man smiled, and there seemed to be a breath in his heart.

The sword aura lingered all around his body, and the sword flew out first, and the man also flew in his clothes, following the sword.

The chic of sword cultivation is vividly displayed.

"This is the Huangji Sword Pavilion, the seven hundred and ninety-ninth seat, Zhao Yu, the thirty-six knots of Zanggang, the second stage of the Sword Gang realm, the talent is extremely high, and he has been in the Inner Sect for a year and a half."

Xiao Lingjian introduced Fang Lang.

When Fang Lang heard this, he did not underestimate it on his face, but was full of vigilance.

In this battle, if Fang Lang loses, not to mention the failure of the mission, it will cause a huge laughingstock.

This laughing stock would even haunt his days of cultivation in the Sword Shu Sect.

……

……

The top of Shu Mountain.

When Chao Xiaojian heard Fang Lang challenge the disciples of the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sure enough, it's this kid's temperament, when the sixth-stage swordsman was a disciple, he dared to say that he wanted the title of the gold list, and now he just entered the sword shu, and he dared to bend his bow and shoot towards the sword pavilion."

"I just like the fearless way this kid looks."

Many of the surrounding elders also looked at each other, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly for a long time.

"Today's champion is really crazy."

"Zhao Yu's talent in the seven hundred and ninety-nine seats of the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion is not weak, the thirty-six tricks hide the qi, and the lethality and single explosion of the sword technique are far beyond Zhao Dagang's ability."

"Champion Lang Nine-Rank Sword Master, I'm afraid I will be defeated very badly."

"Although Zhuang Yuanlang is a genius, Zhao Yu is not a mediocre talent, and it is difficult to fight beyond the ranks."

Some elders are not optimistic.

Elder Ji, who had a scar on his face, squirmed: "I'll bet this kid to win." ”

"If you can pull out the Lotus Sword of the Taihua Sect Master, Lao Tzu Te Niang's brainless bet on him!"

The surrounding elders became more and more helpless.

……

……

The location of the challenge is on a floating island in the center of the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion and Pre-Sword Peak.

The floating island is cone-shaped, floating in the sea of clouds, the surface is a disc, the grass is clinging, the diameter is thousands of zhang, it is the place where the sword pavilion challenges.

To challenge the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, you must first land on the floating island.

Flying swords are not allowed in the Sword Shu Sect, and if you want to fly, you hide your sword qi in your heart and drive the sword.

This is the rule of the Sword Shu Sect, and of course Fang Lang will not break it.

He didn't summon a flying sword and fire, and although he didn't know how to control the sword, he still had a clever trick to get to the island.

Run-up, dive......

Then, the ice bow in his hand reappeared, and eight ice arrows in one hand were shot out in one arrow, which turned into a rain of arrows in an instant.

Fang Lang's body was bent like a spring, on the edge of the pre-sword peak, he jumped up, his body popped out, the first falling arrow fell, Fang Lang's toes were on it, his blood surged, the huge force burst out, and he flew forward with his strength, and the ice arrow was shattered by the huge force, and the sky was full of crystal.

Fang Lang just borrowed his strength, stood forward, flew a few zhang away, the second arrow fell, and Fang Lang moved forward with his strength.

Eight arrows fell one after another, like eight grains of ice rain in the cold spring of the material.

Step by step, the waves are like walking on the ground, the green shirts are flying, like immortals crossing the sea of clouds, in an uproar all around, landing on the floating island!

Pre-sword Peak.

Many old disciples were in an uproar.

I just felt that Fang Lang's operation to show me didn't know what to say, so I could only say vulgar words such as "wow" and "" from my mouth.

When Liu Bubai saw it, his lips raised slightly, and the prodigal son began to bells and whistles again, but he raised his chin and was honored, as if it was him who was the one with the bells and whistles.

Ni Wen pursed her lips with a smile in her eyes.

Floating island.

Fang Lang's eight arrows crossed the sea of clouds, and it was a dazzling mess.

Of course, Fang Lang didn't mean to have bells and whistles, he could only cross the sea of clouds in this way.

On the floating island, Zhao Yu sat in a white robe, and his sword fell.

His heart swelled, and a breath of sword qi spewed thin and cut through the air.

He looked at Fang Lang with a smile.

"Senior Brother Champion, your courage is commendable, I will let you lose a little decently."

Zhao Yu held the sword suspended around him, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and there was a sword qi spraying thin, cutting off a grass on the ground.

"Zhao Yu, Huangji Sword Pavilion, Second Section Sword Gang."

Zhao Yu said lightly.

Fang Lang's courage in daring to challenge was indeed commendable, but he, Zhao Yu, didn't want to lose, after all, he broke into the inner sect from the outer sect, and finally landed in the Huangji Sword Pavilion, he didn't want to give up this position easily.

Fang Lang's hand grasped the hilt of the obsidian sword, and his eyes pressed down slightly: "Fang Lang, Ninth Rank Sword Master." ”

"Please advise."

Rumble!

When the words fell, Fang Lang took the lead in making a move, he was weaker than Zhao Yu in cultivation, Fang Lang had to seize the opportunity!

Fang Lang had met a Sanpin Realm cultivator twice before, one was a foreign soldier in the scientific examination martial arts, but the other party was just an ordinary Sanpin Blood Realm martial artist.

The other is Zhao Dagang, who was pressed down by him before.

But they're just a paragraph.

But Zhao Yu is a second-stage, hiding his qi in the thirty-six tricks, and his strength is definitely different!

The pace was stepped, extremely light and agile, Fang Lang chose to pull his body closer, and the Spirit Void Sword stepped out a few sharp sword qi and approached Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu raised his sword and flicked it, and slashed the sword qi of the sword step lightly.

Fang Lang jumped up, with a crisp sound of "Qiang", the obsidian sword came out of the sword box, and it was still a one-handed sword drawing technique!

Under the switch of fetters, Fang Lang's eyes are deep and bright!

The power of qi and blood exploded, and the five-stage martial artist blessed the sword drawing technique!

"Berserk!"

"Spirit Pupil!"

Fang Lang's heart was full of energy, and the second bloodline talent was opened.

Suddenly, a pale golden light flashed under Fang Lang's eyes, and the spirit cone was thrown out!

In a state of rage, qi and blood skyrocket, and strength skyrockets!

The power of sword drawing has also been raised to a higher level!

Tear and pull!

The air was like rags being torn apart by Fang Lang's sword, and the obsidian sword was wrapped in the sword momentum of the sword drawing technique, like a black waterfall flying straight down!

Zhao Yu took a spiritual cone, his mind was in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, his heart was shocked, and the sword in his hand shook out for a moment!

Block Fang Lang's sword!

The contempt in Zhao Yu's heart disappeared completely, and his heart was solemn, don't look at Zhuang Yuanlang's youth, but he is definitely a sword cultivator who has experienced a hundred battles and practiced swords so hard!

The two swords collided, and the sword qi collided with the sword gang!

Fang Lang felt as if he had hit a thick city wall, and Fang Cun couldn't slash into the wall again!

Zhao Yu's hair was flying, and the white robe on his chest was cut by Fang Lang's sword qi, and blood was secreted out.

"What a Dengke champion!"

Zhao Yu Xiao, there is a trick on his arm, and there is a trick in the hole!

Bang bang bang!

It was as if the power surging like a vast river erupted, and Fang Lang felt as if he was going to be swept away in an instant!

Fang Lang's backhand in front of him was like a Buddha holding a flower, flicking his fingers and sword waves!

Boom!

Fang Lang flew out upside down, plowing two mud ravines with his feet on the ground!

However, when he blocked Jian Gang with a sword wave, Fang Lang's fingertips were dripping with blood, and he was almost hit hard by Jian Gang!

Zhao Yu gasped slightly, there was a little jealousy in his eyes, he almost overturned!

The sword gang in the thirty-six holes swept again, like thunder on the ground, and the air was filled with ripples.

Zhao Yu's figure pulled the remnant of the debut in place, and stabbed with a sword!

Zhao Yu also saw that he was inferior to Fang Lang in swordsmanship skills, but his sword gang was stronger than Fang Lang, which was the gap in the realm!

One force will drop ten!

Bully it with force!

Bang bang bang!

Zhao Yu's offensive was like a storm, and the sword gang was domineering, more powerful and powerful than the sword master.

On the floating island, fresh mud flies sideways.

Fang Lang and Zhao Yu were actually on a par, even Zhao Yu's heart was shocked.

The main thing was that he felt that Fang Lang's sword qi was incomparably tough, even stronger than the sword qi of ordinary swordsmen.

"Exercises!"

"You have cultivated the kendo technique, and you have condensed the sword qi with this!"

"So your sword qi is tough and hard to defeat!"

Zhao Yu figured it out instantly, became more and more jealous, and directly broke out with a thunderous killing move.

The long sword slashed an arc in front of him, like a large lake of sword qi, sparkling.

"Gather Sword Lake with my sword."

Zhao Yu's expression was solemn, and he handed out a sword forward.

The sword was as fierce as a flood filling the lake.

Zhao Yu is a genius, and it is naturally a genius to be able to ascend the Huangji Sword Pavilion, this style of sword lake is actually a small appearance, and countless sword qi sword gangs cut out, as if a big lake was splashing down!

It's so strong!

Fang Lang exclaimed.

He used the nine-rank sword master cultivation to reverse the genius sword gang realm, and he was really a little struggling!

But......

Fang Lang took a step back, the obsidian sword and the Liansheng sword returned to the sheath, but it was the Guiyuan sword in the sword box, which automatically bounced out of the box, this sword was given by the Tang Emperor, the quality of the sword was excellent, it was extremely light, and the transmission effect on sword qi and spiritual thoughts was extremely high.

Fang Lang wanted to use the sword as the base and perform a finishing move.

Fang Lang touched the ground on his toes, facing the sword lake splashing down from the sky, and pushed his hands inside and out, like Tai Chi.

Suddenly, a haoran qi rose out of thin air and converged into a white python around him.

The white python roared at the Sword Lake, colliding instantly, and the white python was torn apart, but the Sword Lake was also slightly blocked.

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

With the blessing of the spirit pupil, the spirit thoughts of the five stage sorcerer level were drained again and again!

And Fang Lang Tsing Yi has no wind automatic.

"Little Forbidden Spell Sword Thunder."

……

The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and there were thunder dragons surging from it.

The young man sat cross-legged at the head of the city, bathed in the torrential rain, felt the thunder, and held a Guiyuan sword with his legs.

Closing his eyes, his hands are in a state of flowers, slowly pressing down, and then like an angry Buddha holding flowers, he suddenly rises from the ground.

Thunder is falling from the clouds!

The Guiyuan Sword thundered in an instant, and the momentum of thunder shot out all around!

Day after day, year after year.

……

Bang!

The sea of clouds is surging, and the heavens and the earth are thundering!

It seemed to be a thunderclap behind the clouds, which shocked everyone and stunned.

But I saw the floating island.

Zhao Yu's face was shocked, but he saw a thunderbolt emerge out of thin air from Fang Lang's body, countless thunder arcs swaying, and then a blue sword, wrapped in thunder, shot out, as if it had crossed mountains and rivers.

Zhao Yu's sword lake was split, and a sword of thunder shot forward, if it weren't for the thunder arc on his sword, that sword would have to nail Zhao Yu to the ground, but Zhao Yu still resisted with the sword in his hand across his chest, and ended up with a broken sword.

The flesh and blood on his chest were blurred, and blood spurted from his mouth, flying ten feet away, pulling endless smoke and dust on the ground.

The dust settled.

Dead!

Whether it was the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion or the Pre-Sword Peak, all the disciples were stunned.

There was only the thunderous sword left in his eyes.

For a long time, Xue Ying, who was shot through the shoulder by Fang Lang, covered her mouth and trembled, raised her fingers, and pointed at it from afar, and her excitement was no longer gentle.

"Sword!"

"This special mother is the real sword technique!"

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