Try the Sword Peak.

The land of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The whole mountain peak hangs upside down like a sword.

At the end of the hilt of the sword is a large platform with two rings of protrusion.

Underneath the platform, that is, at the gauntlet of the sword, stood full of disciples from Zhufeng.

The first lap of the platform is less than one meter higher than the inner circle.

An unusually handsome man stood with his hands in the outer circle.

There are two black and white swords behind his back, and the whole person's aura is very ethereal.

Next to the man were several peaks that were also carrying swords, including the Dark Moon.

Behind are the ten disciples of Poyun Peak who participated in the initial competition, including Zhuo Fan.

"Senior brother, did you say that someone is coming to this Sword Quenching Summit?"

The man with particularly low eyebrows in the audience asked Zhuo Fan.

"Yes!"

Zhuo Fan spit out a word affirmatively.

The man with low eyebrows asked, "How is his cultivation?"

"Not as tall as you"

Zhuo Fan's face was flat, without half a point of change.

The handsome man looked at the sky, a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and instantly appeared on the inner circle platform.

"My Ten Thousand Sword Sect's hundred-year sword sect is a big competition, and at the beginning of today, it is from Breaking Cloud Peak to Breaking Sword Peak. ”

The disciples in the audience began to discuss.

"Isn't it Quenching Sword Peak? ”

"yes! ”

......

The handsome man's hands were pressed for a while, and an invisible force pressed down, and the disciples fell silent.

"Quenching Sword Peak has been renamed Broken Sword Peak, today, the two peaks of Breaking Cloud and Breaking Sword are different from the past, and this time I can't help but be killed and injured. ”

"Ahh......h How can this be ......?"

"Yes! In the past, it was forbidden to die and not to be injured in sword competitions, but if this is directly forbidden to be killed and injured, there will be a big mess. ”

The first of the peaks has opinions.

The handsome man's eyes froze, and a cold light emitted.

"What! Do you have an opinion about the sect's instructions?"

It turned out that the handsome man was the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

On the surface, he looks less than thirty years old, and the others are definitely much older than Sanmu.

Youyue stood up and said, "Sect Master, if you can't help but be killed and injured, in case all the disciples kill the red-eyed......

The handsome man said, "Can't you restrain these juniors who are not enough to die?"

The first seat of the peaks fell silent.

The handsome man said again: "Haven't you come yet?"

The first seat of Cloud Breaking Peak came out and said, "That old ghost is always a ghost, and it's hard to say if he doesn't come." ”

"Who said the old man is not coming. ”

Sanmu stepped on the sword and took Ye San to the platform in an instant.

The first seat of Cloud Breaking Peak said with a strange face: "Three old ghosts, there have been no apprentices for hundreds of years, and one suddenly appeared, you are having a convulsion!"

Sanmu glanced at the first seat of Broken Cloud Peak, and said to Ye San: "Good boy, don't use your sword later, knock them out of the sword test platform one by one." ”

"Hahaha......"

The first seat of Broken Cloud Peak said: "Three old ghosts, you didn't wake up! Your apprentice is only a congenital second-grade cultivator, and my side is all congenital fifth-grade or above." And the sect master said that this sword competition can't help but kill and hurt, don't be careful, it's not good if the only apprentice dies here. ”

Hearing this, Sanmu's eyes shrank and looked towards Youyue. Youyue nodded slightly, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"Sect Master, it's not fair, I protest. ”

The handsome man said: "The protest is ineffective! ”

San Mu wanted to say something more, but Ye San shook his head and said, "Needless to say, it's better this way." ”

Hearing this, San Mu choked directly, and said secretly in his heart: "Do you kid think that the old man is for you? The old man is for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect! Your kid has an anti-god stabbing sword style, and if he doesn't enter the martial arts golden pill, he will die with one blow." This ......"

Ye Sanyi was dressed in an elegant cyan brocade shirt, holding a red-faced sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he went to the sword test platform with one step.

A golden light flashed on his forehead, and the information of the handsome man was revealed.

"Name: Ye Lin. Merit: 10,000. Karma: 80,000. ”

Ye San looked at Youyue again, and the golden light on his forehead flashed again.

"Name: Ye You. Merit: 20,000. Karma: Ten thousand. ”

He said to himself, "Interesting! ”

The first seat of Broken Cloud Peak saw Ye San on the sword testing platform, so he turned to a disciple of the innate five grades and said, "You go up and try his catties and taels." ”

"Yes!"

This disciple was carrying a long sword and a standard white robe, and he went to the sword testing platform with a light click.

Ye San used the Merit Golden Pupil twice in a row, and he didn't mind using it again.

"Name: Zhu Neiqiang. Merit: fifty. Karma: One thousand two. ”

Zhu Neiqiang naturally saw the golden characters on Ye San's forehead, but when it came to innately, most people had activated their supernatural powers, and no one would think Ye San was weird.

A black rune on his face flashed away, proving that he was also a person with supernatural powers.

The corners of Ye San's mouth curled slightly, and he spit out two words lightly.

"Spicy chicken!"

Zhu Neiqiang didn't understand what spicy chicken was, but it didn't prevent him from understanding that Ye San was scolding him.

The runes on his face reappeared, and streaks of black smoke slowly leaked out.

San Mu seemed to know about this supernatural power, and he was about to remind Ye San.

The first seat of Cloud Breaking Peak came to him in front of him, staring at Sanmu with a playful face: "Sanmu old ghost! ”

San Mu looked at Ye San, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes and said, "There is no need for the old man to show favoritism, your apprentice will die immediately." ”

"Really?"

The first seat of Cloud Breaking Peak didn't believe it very much, and the difference between Ye San and Zhu Neiqiang's cultivation was three small grades.

Three sub-grades may not be a big deal for some people who are supernatural or talented. But he didn't think Ye San had this ability.

The black light was like smoke and flowing water, slowly heading towards Ye San.

Ye San himself also has supernatural powers, the first supernatural power is the magic hand, and the second is activated by the supernatural power sigil obtained by Tianlong City, which is called - Returning to Life.

'Resurrection' is a kind of auxiliary supernatural power, which can quickly recover damage, just like the three-headed demon snake.

Ye San basically ignored this supernatural power, because whether it was a sword cultivator or a martial artist, as long as he reached the level of Martial Dao Jindan, his recovery power was not inferior to this supernatural power.

The main thing, of course, is because he doesn't like to get hurt.

A quick recovery means injury, and Ye San is not interested in this.

This black smoke is about to cover Ye San.

At this moment, his right hand shook slightly.

"Ice Turns into Bone Palm!"

Ye San slapped Zhu Neiqiang through the smoke, and he snapped out a finger force and followed closely.

The palm power of the yin to the cold directly slapped through the other party's smoke, and the remaining strength continued to go.

Zhu Neiqiang's face changed, and he pinched his sword fingers with both hands, and his true qi was condensed.

"Sword out!"

The sword behind him flew out in an instant, spinning with the turn of his fingers.

"Splitting the light, go!"

"Buzz! Buzz ......"

The sword roared for a long time, and instantly turned into a few virtual and real swords, heading towards Ye San's palm power.

"Wow! Wow......"

"Bang!"

The cold ice turned into a bone palm that was unexpectedly sharp, and the opponent's sword shadow did not have the slightest effect, and directly froze the body of the sword.

"Smack!"

The palm force broke the fancy Spectroscopic Shadow Sword, but the finger force behind it directly hit Zhu Neiqiang.

The phantom yin finger power was also cold, and Zhu Neiqiang was hit by this blow, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

"Poof!"

Blood fell on the sword test platform, and a trace of cold air came out.

"As a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, you don't use swords, but you actually use palm power and finger power. ”

Zhu Neiqiang seems to be a little unable to accept this result.

Ye San gave him a middle finger and said, "If you don't accept it, you will bite me!"