One punch!

Thunder explodes!

The collision between the divinities, this scene was completely unexpected by the great cultivators of the two sides.

Jiang Yu's pupils contracted, he never thought that a small point in a yellow robe that Ning Yi casually brought on the way up the mountain would not only have a natural King Kong body, but also contain divinity!

With Jiang Yuxu's cultivation realm, he naturally knows an iron law, and divinity cannot be given...... The divinity in this yellow shirt is innate?

Too late to think.

A muffled grunt of pain.

The voice of the broken divinity –

A figure flew out.

Gu Ji felt as if he had been hit by the giant spirit god of the heavenly court with a hammer weighing ten thousand pounds, and his whole body was about to explode, and his consciousness was washed away in an instant.

If the number of one's divinity is to say that a bowl filled with seawater.

The young man named Gu Xiaoyu, the divinity pinned on this punch is as majestic as a big river, breaking through the embankment and engulfing himself in an instant!

The hairpin that tied the hair burst open, and the purple sac around the waist burst.

The purple sac he carried with him exploded together, and countless rune papers poured out of it-

Immediately afterwards, the countless talismans pouring out of the purple sac ignited with brilliant brilliance on their own, like a flock of birds, and finally wrapped the embarrassed figure of the little marquis of the Pingnan Hou Mansion, so that it could fall to the ground smoothly.

Retreating to the Qiangshan camp, the personal talismans that closely surrounded Gu Qi in all directions burned out in seven or eight breaths, turned into powder by itself, and dispersed when the wind blew, revealing his body.

Gu's hair was attached to the sides of his cheeks, and his hair was scattered, extremely embarrassed.

The little marquis of Pingnan Houfu, gasping for breath, bent slightly to barely stand, on his body, the purple robe has been torn into strips of rags, one arm is weak, the fingertips almost touch the ground, the blood runs along the arm lines, ticking and ticking from the fingertips.

Gu Yi gritted his teeth, raised his head, and stared not far away......

In the smoke and dust of Tiejian Mountain, a thin figure gradually walked out.

Gu Xiaoyu's expression was very calm, although the robe on his body was even more completely shattered than Gu Yao...... On the left and right arms, there are scattered yellow shirt rags, and the bare wheat-colored arms are covered with blood.

Apparently the winner has already been decided.

Although the person who looks more miserable is Gu Xiaoyu...... But Xiao Budian's expression was always indifferent, without revealing the slightest pain.

Gu Xiaoyu said without emotion: "I agreed." ”

He's the winner!

"Innate Vajra physique......" Qianshou's eyes were filled with a hint of appreciation.

This fight was beautiful.

The punch was beautiful.

Hand-to-hand fighting, is his best way of playing, but also has the condensed efforts of countless predecessors in Shushan, but unfortunately there has been no way to pass it on, one is that Shushan is busy, and the other is that he has not found a suitable candidate, even if he has followed his practice for a year, Ning Yi's junior brother, because he started practicing too late, on this road, he can only step into the first threshold, not the best candidate.

Qianshou looked at the yellow shirt Gu Xiaoyu with a solemn expression.

Age, bones, qualifications, and temperament are all excellent.

......

......

"Master......" Gu Ji looked pained, and wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his lips with the back of his palm, this pain did not come from **, more, or mental frustration.

In the final analysis, he was still a child, coming out of the Pingnan Hou Mansion, invincible, the Pingnan Hou Mansion poured all its resources and called the martial arts masters of half of the eastern borders to feed him with fists, so as to make up for the slight deficiencies in his innate physique.

Worshipping into the Qiangshan Immortal Residence, he once thought about his future cultivation path, the avenue is paved, and the wind and clouds are all under his feet.

Jiang Yu, the immortal who has an invincible hand below Nirvana, is his master, and in another ten years, he will be the next "immortal".

If you want to be an immortal like the senior brother, you naturally can't be defeated.

Not a single one!

One of Gu Yao's arms was already blurred with flesh and blood, and in the punch just now, he was exhausted and his body was broken, and he had to admit that the body of the innate King Kong was stronger than his tempering in the Hou Mansion...... And the one named Gu Xiaoyu has a more majestic divine blessing than himself when he hands over his fist.

Gu Ji still has one hand that can move.

He reached for the only bag left on his waist.

There...... The hole cards given by the Hou Mansion of Pingnan......

Jiang Yu's ethereal transmission fell on the heart lake.

"Gu Yao, if you can't be an immortal, do you want to be a real villain?"

The sound was like rolling thunder, falling into the heart lake, shaking the heart.

A word to wake up the dreamer.

The word practice depends on a thought.

One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought falls into a demon.

Gu Yao's body trembled, and he broke out in a cold sweat for the evil thought just now, he took a deep breath, looked at Gu Xiaoyu with a complicated expression, and said in a hoarse voice: "I was defeated." ”

Gu Xiaoyu's expression was still calm, without the slightest hint of humiliation, but he was neither humble nor arrogant: "Between you and me, what we said is just advice, and winning or losing for a while is nothing." Not to mention...... If you hit someone, someone has to hit you

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Come back. ”

Gu Ji didn't refute or speak, just shook his head silently and said no more.

Several elders of the Hidden Sect, including the "disciples" of Shushan who had been defeated earlier, were all relieved at this moment.

The young man named "Mo Yu" picked up his "green cicada", and quietly gave Gu Xiaoyu a thumbs up when he turned around.

The yellow-shirted little man grinned.

......

......

"It's Gu who is to blame for losing, and he is not unjustly lost. ”

Jiang Yuxu rubbed the sullen little disciple's head, this competition is nothing, Gu Ji and Gu Xiaoyu, since they haven't even started the cultivation of breaking through the initial realm, then now, the comparison is just talent.

What is the use of pre-primitive talents?

On the road of cultivation, there is only one opponent, not others, but yourself.

Being in the east for more than 100 years, watching the flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, Jiang Yuxu knows a very simple truth, for a holy mountain, the rise and fall of the next ten years and a hundred years depends on the mood of the younger generation...... Over the years, he has seen a lot of geniuses, and Luo Changsheng is the one who amazes him the most.

In addition to Luo Changsheng, there are also many other amazing juniors.

For example, this little dot in front of you.

On Tiejian Mountain, this ragged child, it can be seen at a glance that the yellow-shirted child who was born from humble hardships is neither humble nor arrogant, not arrogant or arrogant, and is completely different.

When Gu Xiaoyu said the sentence "victory or defeat is only temporary", Jiang Yuxu couldn't help but look at it twice.

The heart is very good.

This is indeed a good seedling, and it is an innate King Kong physique, who would not be tempted?

It's a pity that he wasn't born in the east, otherwise the moon would have been the first to get the moon near the water, and this kid would probably have gone to Qiangshan to apprentice.

Shook his head.

Jiang Yuxu lightly brought the matter of the fight between the two children of Tiejian Mountain, looked at Ning Yi, and said with a smile: "You are Ning Yi? ”

Ning Yi said with a smile: "Don't pay it back." Jiang Zhenren, please go back. ”

Jiang Yuxu's next words were held back without saying a word.

This great real man silently clutched the dust in his sleeve and resisted the urge to smash the dust past.

A dignified immortal is a great guest, no matter how good his qi cultivation kung fu is, looking at Ning Yi, he can only say word by word in the end: "Okay...... Good...... You're good ......."

Beside him, the little sword immortal king raised his sword eyebrows, and his sword intent could no longer be suppressed.

"Master, what is there to talk nonsense about him?"

Wang Yi opened his mouth coldly, and the sword qi on his body had already dispersed.

This time, Jiang Yuxu did not make a move to stop it, but let his disciple release his sword qi.

Jiang Yu said blankly: "It's about the reputation of the Immortal Residence, don't hide the edge, only win, not lose." ”

Wang Yi nodded heavily, took a step forward, waved his sleeve robe, and twelve thumb-sized bamboo swords were lined up.

It is completely different from when Changling met.

The method used by this little sword immortal at the moment is similar to the method of "sword finger killing", but this technique is not the same as Ning Yi's, and pays more attention to subtleties, as if it has been changed by later generations.

Wang Yi in the big black robe, in a single thought, twelve bamboo swords swept away, flying all over the sky, around Ning Yi as the center of the circle, drawing a picture of the sky and a round place.

Ning Yi frowned, carefully studying the aimless skimming trajectory of the bamboo sword.

It seems to be out of order, but in fact it is a hidden avenue.

The person who does this improvement is a genius.

The twelve bamboo swords turned into phantoms in the sky, and they couldn't see the trajectory clearly, and the sound of buzzing sword qi colliding was all over the week.

An extremely narrow phantom swept across the space, and in the next moment, it approached Ning Yihou's heart.

Ning Yi turned his head, and the bamboo sword grazed his cheek.

A strand of sideburns was cut off by the sword qi—

There was no time to react.

The second bamboo sword flashed by, and then, in just one breath, countless sword qi cut out, as fast as chaos.

Ning Yi's figure began to move, but the sword shadow was faster, so the whole person was directly caught up by countless chasing bamboo swords, and instantly swarmed and engulfed.

At the top of the Iron Sword Mountain, a fiery roar of sword qi burst out.

Sword Qi Strangling!

In the next moment, the tips of the bamboo swords covering Ning Yi's body were pressed together, and the black robe that was strangled by wisps of sword qi turned into a distorted phantom-

His sword qi has been chasing the phantom?

Wang Yi's pupils contracted, and a fist smashed into his lower abdomen without warning, forcing him to bend down and cough up a mouthful of blood.

The art of sword control is the most taboo to be approached.

The thin little sword immortal Wang Yi was hit by this powerful punch and his feet were off the ground, his body flew up with inertia, his eyes were dark, and he caught a glimpse of Ning Yi's body flashing.

Ning Yi came behind Wang Yi with an expressionless face, and in a very short period of time, the little sword immortal who was stuck in the air "worked hard" to turn around, and then looked at himself in amazement, and stretched out a finger.

This proud disciple of the Immortal Residence, now that he has ascended to the eighth realm, he looks proud.

And just now the twelve flying swords

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The swordsmanship seems to have such a three-point meaning, but this technique, when you really experience it, is not as powerful as you imagined, either it was taught by Jiang Yuxu, or it came from the handwriting of that immortal, Wang Yi is not proficient in using it, it really doesn't seem to be created by him.

If this swordsmanship was really created by Luo Changsheng, today's change to the "Immortal" to make a move, just this continuous twelve bamboo swords of the sheath machine would be enough for Ning Yi to drink a pot.

Wang Yi's sword thoughts were too short and too slow.

It can be broken easily.

After getting close, any sword cultivation method of sword control and killing is a joke.

In terms of physique, the ten little sword immortals of the Qiang Mountain Immortal Residence together are not enough for Ning Yi to fight, and Wang Yi's sword immortal body of the eighth realm of Xinghui is like a papier-mâché.

Shatter when you stab it.

Ning Yi's outstretched finger was slowly tapped.

The falling finger is Wang Yi's eyebrows.

Shushan's unparalleled perception technique suddenly stagnated.

Ning Yi chuckled in his heart.

He jerked back the finger that had been sticking out, and along with the palm of his hand, lifted it in front of him with great speed.

Wang Yi's eyebrows cracked the third eye, which was a vertical pupil torn by sword qi.

A wisp of sword qi stabbed out.

The entire Iron Sword Mountain shines brightly.

......

......

There are four ancient swords in Qiangshan.

Raise the spirit of Haoran for a long time, and quietly watch the wordless book.

"Changqi", "Haoran", "Meditation", "No Word".

These four ancient swords are of great significance to Qiang Mountain, so those who can hold the sword must be the future ruler of Qiang Mountain.

When Wang Yi practiced, he got "long qi".

If the four swords converge, the degree of superposition of sword qi is far from being as simple as one plus one, if these four ancient swords have the opportunity to close to form a sword array, the killing power is strong, it will naturally be better than most single sword weapons.

Now that there is a lack of four, the ancient sword and sword array of Qiang Mountain cannot be formed...... Jiang Yuxu, who is the great guest of the Immortal Residence, naturally wants to take back the "long qi".

Because of this "long qi", at this moment, it is very important for a person who is famous in the world in Qiangshan.

But for various reasons, the immortal had no way to travel thousands of miles to Shushan to ask for a sword...... So there is the current scene.

Ning Yi, who was suspended in the air, lowered his head and looked gloomily at his palm that was almost pierced by the sword qi.

Gu Xiaoyu, who held the "long qi" and refused to let go, inserted the sword weapon into the ground of the main hall of Tiejian Mountain, the sword body was still trembling wildly, and he was about to fly out of his hand, but fortunately, the little mountain master who was dressed in black and white got up instantly and came to him, holding his head with a warm palm, and within three feet, it crackled and exploded, and it was quiet, isolating foreign objects.

Gu Xiaoyu looked at the "Little Sword Immortal" from Qiang Mountain in a daze.

Previously, Uncle Ning was about to point at Wang Yi's eyebrows with a finger, but he didn't see what the reason was, so he instantly closed his finger and turned it into a palm to protect it in front of him.

Then, the forehead of the black-robed little sword immortal exploded with a large area of continuous sword light.

The entire Iron Sword Mountain trembled.

After the light converges.

Above Wang Yi's head, there were three fiery sword-shaped rays of light that could not be seen directly, leaving a vacancy in four directions, front, back, left and right.

Haoran, quietly watching, without words.

The only thing missing is the "long qi"!

Gu Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes, he could feel the shaking of the "long qi" in his arms, the yellow-shirted child gritted his teeth, and the old tree sat down with a cool iron sword, if it wasn't for the thousand-handed mountain master, the whole sword body would probably drag him "limping" to the sword cultivator of Qiang Mountain.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the little sword immortal Wang Yi.

To be precise, it was the blurred light and shadow above Wang Yi's head.

We have never met.

This is the first time I've seen it.

On the sword bodies of the three ancient swords, bursts of sword intent were emanated, condensing a phantom, and the faces could not be seen clearly, and even the exact posture could not be seen clearly, but just a vague outline, you could feel great pressure.

"Luo Changsheng. ”

Ning Yi smiled and said, "You're here to ask for a sword?"

No response.

Haoran contemplation and wordlessness, these three ancient swords, over the years, have been cultivated by that immortal with their own sword qi, even if they are lent to Wang Yi for a short time, they can't wash away the original breath, so just when they appeared to see the people in Tiejian Mountain, the sword qi spontaneously overflowed, and this image was formed.

Wang Yi's face was hideous, and he said hoarsely: "Ning Yi, do you dare to take my sword?"

Three ancient swords, glowing with blazing light.

On the soles of the feet of the little sword immortal king, the earth and stones shattered, and a whole cobweb array rose.

Luo Changsheng's wisps of sword thought spread, and with a hum, the sword weapon of Iron Sword Mountain was pulled out upside down and hung in the air.

Such visions are appalling.

With the blessing of the sword of the immortals, Wang Yiqi climbed to the next level, his big sleeves were full, his hands held the nothingness, and he drew his sword with difficulty.

From the ground level, a ray of light shot in.

Ning Yi pulled out the fine snow with one hand, and the tip of the sword was thunderous, aiming at Wang Yi's sword qi, and pressed down with a sword!

Above the top of the mountain, the sky changes color.

Two sword qis, the tip of the needle against Mai Mang.

Violent collision, a line of explosion-

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