Seeing him throw away the sword body and leave the scabbard like He Jingyun, many disciples in the audience laughed and even talked about it.

"I'll go, isn't it, does he want to learn from the young family master and also have a sword Dafa?"

"Hey, interesting!"

He Jingyun didn't laugh.

The moment He Jingcheng took out the scabbard, he suddenly smelled a trace of danger, a trace of conspiracy.

Taking out the scabbard and gently stroking it with his left hand, He Jingcheng glanced at He Jingyun with contempt, then smiled strangely on his face, and said softly: "Fifth move!"

As soon as the words fell, the person rose with the wind, jumped three feet high, and then stabbed straight at He Jingyun with the scabbard in hand.

A sharp sword momentum suddenly appeared out of thin air in mid-air, instantly enveloping the three-foot range where He Jingyun was.

But there was a momentum that was more powerful than any sword, and it seemed to have the power to cut through mountains and rivers, and the people who were pressed were out of breath.

Brilliant sword light burst out from the scabbard, although there was a purposeful attack on Asaga's shocking clouds, there were still many uncontrollable forces, with radiance.

Sword Intent!

That's right, this is sword intent!

He Jingyun's pupils shrank, this kind of sword intent, he had seen it, it was incomparable with endless coldness, if he didn't guess wrong, it should be He Jingtian's sword intent.

It turns out, it turns out.

It was he who sealed this sword intent in the scabbard as a great move to kill himself!

Then, come on!

At the same time, He Jingcheng in the air was also under great pressure.

While controlling the sword intent, his clothes were also washed away by the sword intent, and cracks on the forearm on the back of his hand bloomed, and blood splattered everywhere.

The sword light rushed through his headband, and his black hair suddenly scattered, combined with his pale face and red eyes, he looked like a crazy devil.

"It turns out that this was originally a struggle between the young head of the family and the eldest prince!"

"This, although the eldest prince's approach does not violate the family rules, it is too despicable!"

"Alas, I'm afraid the young head of the family won't live. ”

There was not a single sound in the crowd, but everyone instantly understood something in their hearts!

He Qianyao had a smile on her face, a smug smile.

A few people have a sad face, and most of them are secretly mourning for the young family master!

The third elder looked anxious, but under the cover of anxiety, there was a trace of joy in the depths of his eyes.

As for the rest of the elders of the Dongfang family and the Miao family, they did not hide the joy on their faces.

Only the elder of the Lin family shook his head, showing regret on his face!

He Jingyu clenched his fists tightly in a hurry, the wings on his back had already spread, and he wanted to go to the stage to save He Jingyun at any time, but he also knew that it would be useless.

Because He Jingcheng's speed was too fast, even if he spread his wings, it would be too late.

Sure enough, wrapped in that brilliant peerless sword intent, He Jingcheng stabbed in front of He Jingyun with a sword.

The scabbard had no edge, but it was sharper than anything at the moment.

"Die, it's your luck to have me with you!"

He Jingcheng went straight forward!

He Jingyun raised his head and went up, and suddenly took out his sword, which happened to be on He Jingcheng's scabbard.

Almost instantly, a powerful sword intent struck, with a bone-chilling coldness.

He Jingyun's sword-wielding hand and arm were covered with a thick layer of frost in an instant.

The icy comic exhibition was stained by the wind on his hair, his clothes and hair were covered with some fine frost chips, and even his eyelashes were hung with fine ice cubes.

The sharp and trivial sword intent was transmitted to He Jingyun's hand through the long sword, invading his body, and then in an instant, it was absorbed by the life pattern between his eyebrows.

Because the sword intent this time was too strong, it was not at the same level as the last time He was shocked at the mountain gate, so the speed at which the life pattern absorbed the sword intent was a little slow.

Moreover, in the depths that no one could see, those small pieces of sword intent invaded He Jingyun's body and began to destroy his muscles and tissues unscrupulously!

In the eyes of others, this scene seems a little weird and inexplicable.

First of all, He Jingcheng carried a huge sword intent, as if he was in front of He Jingyun with the impulse to kill with one blow.

Then, a scabbard and a sword came together, and then, there was no more.

The two of them stood silently on the spot, and the huge sword intent on the sword weakened little by little, and then weakened!

Just when everyone thought that He Jingcheng's attack had ended here, suddenly, a sudden change occurred!

That magnificent sword intent rushed out again, but this time, it was not towards He Jingyun, but towards He Jingchen.

The icy sword intent, with a dazzling light, was transmitted into his body through the scabbard, and then his body was wrapped in cold ice layer by layer.

He Jingcheng turned into an iceman.

At one point, a blinding white light flashed in the iceman, and then a crack opened in the ice.

Next, two, three, and countless white rays of light burst out from the iceman at the same time.

"Boom!"

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, He Jingcheng turned into a pile of ice cubes with minced meat!

"This ......"

He Jingtian stood up abruptly from the elder's seat, looking at the situation on the field, his pupils shrank and shrank, and finally he still didn't understand why.

The third elder also stood up, but his face was no longer worried, but replaced with an extremely unnatural lightness, and said with a sneer: "You can't live if you do your own evil, you can't be killed if you can't be counterattacked, you deserve it!"

After speaking, he looked at He Jingyun with concern and said, "Young family master, are you okay?"

He Jingyun didn't answer, just shook his head, and then closed his eyes.

At this time, his clothes had almost completely turned into strips of cloth, and the tenacious thorn under his feet had been cut into countless pieces by the brilliant sword intent just now.

The strength of the sword intent can be seen.

He Jingyun closed his eyes on the stage to recuperate, although he looked like he was seriously injured at this moment, but no one dared to challenge on stage.

Everyone thought that his luck was too good, otherwise why did the sword intent just now suddenly appear to backlash?

Actually, it's all because of the fate pattern.

The lifeline absorbed the sword intent, found that someone was attacking the main body, and then aimed the absorbed sword intent at that person and spit it out, it's that simple.

He Jingyun did almost nothing in this war.

As for his injuries, they should be almost healed by now.

He Jingyun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, the long sword in his hand was raised slightly, and he was facing the rising sun in the east obliquely, with a touch of coldness on his face, his eyes turned slightly, he looked in the direction of the elder seat, and said loudly: "Who else?"

"If you want to kill me, come on, fight me to the death with me in a happy and open manner, don't do these things that hide your head and show your tail, why not use today's martial arts arena as a battlefield of life and death?"

In all directions, there was no sound.

He Jingyun looked up to the sky and laughed, laughed, and after laughing, he continued to shout at the elder seat and asked, "Also, yes, who?"

Everyone in the entire martial arts arena looked at He Jingyun and was silent.

He Jingyu in the audience was afraid that the three elders would take advantage of the danger, so he hurriedly spoke: "Jingyun, you come down quickly, you are injured." He spread his wings and flew to the stage, took out a set of snow-white clothes from his cloth bag and handed it to him.

He Jingyun took the shirt and put it on his body, and then said to He Jingyu with a relaxed smile: "It's okay, my injuries are fine." ”

"Let's go!" He Jingyu persuaded.

He Jingyun shook his head and continued to look at the Third Elder and He Jingtian.

"Alas, I didn't want to take advantage of the danger of others!" He Jingxuan, who was dressed in green clothes, suddenly walked out of the crowd below, and then slowly walked to the martial arts arena with his sword in his hand, and said: "However, seeing your exquisite swordsmanship, it would be a pity not to fight." ”

"How is it? Can you still fight?" He Jingxuan looked up at He Jingyun and smiled brightly: "Don't worry, I'm not a scum like He Jingcheng, I'm just here to fight." ”

"How to fight?" He Jingyun stepped forward, his eyes burning with fighting intent, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"I said, I don't want to take advantage of people's danger, so I won't put you to death! I'm just here to fight, so I use the rules of the sword test conference, only win or lose, not life and death!"

Although He Jingyun had just said the battle of life and death, He Jingxuan did not agree, not because he pitied He Jingyun's talent, nor because he was afraid in his heart. The main reason is that he wants to compete with He Jingyun in swordsmanship.

After following the eldest prince for so many years, He Jingxuan is undoubtedly a kendo master among the young generation, and no one in the entire He family can suppress him in kendo except He Jingtian. Even in the entire Great Xia City, his kendo could be ranked in the top five among the younger generation.

However, when he saw He Jingyun's swordsmanship in the past two days, a heavy disbelief rose in his heart! Many disciples privately discussed, saying that He Jingyun's swordsmanship was no worse than He Jingyun's.

How could he accept this?

He came up to challenge today, just to find the field openly and honestly, and let the disciples of the He family see who is the first person in the world?

Even if that person is the head of the young family, so what?

"If you are injured and inconvenient, I can wait for you for a day!"

He Jingxuan didn't want to let people gossip because of the injury of the young family master.

He Jingyun shook his head with a smile and said, "Since it is only a swordsmanship, whether it is life or death, it is okay. ”

Hearing his words, He Jingxuan thought that he was more modest, but he never expected that there was still the second half of He Jingyun's words: "Even if I only have one hand left, it is enough!"

"Poof!"

He Jingyu, who was nearby, couldn't help laughing.

He Jingxuan's face sank, and he was furious!

This is completely contempt and ignorance of Chi Guoguo!

"Good, good, good!" He Jingxuan laughed angrily: "It's useless to talk too much, it's a mule or a horse, you have to fight to know, please!"

"Please!"

The two immediately started fighting, and He Jingyu withdrew from the martial arts arena with interest.

With the sound of "Gong", the sword in He Jingxuan's hand automatically jumped out an inch, and the sword light flashed, almost exactly the same as the posture before He Jingcheng drew his sword just now.

When He Jingyun saw it, he sneered and said, "You also want to have a five-trick appointment?"

He Jingxuan smiled coldly, moved his eyes to the ground, looked at the blood and flesh all over the ground, showed a shameless smile on his face, and said: "I'm not He Jingcheng, don't compare this son with that idiot." ”

As he spoke, his right hand suddenly drew his sword, flung it back slightly, and a sword wind swept by.

Suddenly, the broken ice and rotten meat that had just been left over from the martial arts arena were blown away and all fell under the stage.

He Jingyun squinted his eyes and saw that where the minced meat was just now, there were several deep marks carved on the bluestone slab, as small as cracks.

With a sweep of the sword, there is such a skill, and the disciples below all held their breath when they saw this situation, and watched this game seriously.

"Good swordsmanship!" Even He Jingyun couldn't help but praise it, and then, he slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand and said, "It's started, you be careful!"

Before the words fell, the long sword followed him like a shadow, and He Jingyun attacked the opposite side step by step.

The first attack turned out to be the "Wind and Rain Lonely Pine" that He Jingcheng used when he was fighting him just now!"

However, just now, He Jingcheng used Yuan Li, and he just used swordsmanship.

As soon as the "Wind and Rain Lone Pine" came out, the moisture on the entire martial arts arena suddenly doubled, and the light from the eastern morning sun was deflected, forming a faint rainbow above the water vapor.

He Jingxuan took a good time, took a step back to gain a firm foothold, and then launched a backhand sword.

"Lingding Lying Stone!"

It's a defensive move!

The two swords clashed, there was no gorgeous sword light, only a crisp sound, but He Jingyun's sword was unpredictable, although each move was an extremely ordinary move, it almost made He Jingxuan scramble.

Fortunately, He Jingxuan studied kendo intensively, and at the last moment, he was able to rely on the long sword in his hand to turn He Jingyun's offensive into nothing.

He Jingyun could only ravage his body, keep attacking, and keep throwing out his sword.

Contrary to the powerful tricks of the last competition, this competition, the two of them are the first to be fast!

In just a few breaths, the two swords had exchanged dozens of times, each time it was thrilling and abnormal, but each time the two of them were able to resolve it just right.

"This is what a cook-up can also be used for? I've really learned a lot!"

"Yes, after watching the competition between the second son and the young master, I realized that I had learned the sword white over the years, and I wouldn't be able to use it if I learned it!"

"Who says it's not! Look at this trick of dividing flowers and willows, and that trick of offering music in the mountains, my God, it really can't be compared!"

The battle between the two of them was the most low-level trick in Kyushu at the beginning, but as time slowly advanced, He Jingxuan's heart became more and more shocked.

Because no matter what kind of moves he came up with, the other party can always easily break them, and the other party can still be at ease in the constant change of moves and attacks, and sometimes he is even a little embarrassed to deal with.

Is this a person who has just cultivated for half a year?

Therefore, slowly, when He Jingxuan couldn't cope with it, he began to use some slightly high-level moves, such as the "Longyang Sword Technique", such as some moves in the "Chen Family's Thirteen Swords".

But on the other hand, He Jingyun still used the lowest-level tricks to see the moves, either resist or unload, and play it to the fullest.

Those tricks that were so shallow that they couldn't be more superficial seemed to come to life in his hands, and what was presented in front of everyone was an impossibly exciting battle of being weak and strong.

"Attack Wu Benchu!"

Many of the moves used by He Jingxuan before were incomprehensible, but this move, everyone knows it, isn't this the thirteen swords of the Chen family that He Qianyao used many times in the martial arts arena?

And He Jingyun in the martial arts arena still used the simplest three combination moves to easily block, and then dissolved!