At the front end of the high platform, there is a sword seal seat, which is the position of the sect master of the Taixuan Sword Sect, and then there are fourteen positions, which is the position of the Jiufeng Peak Lord and the Four Pavilion Pavilion Lord Sword Xuange Sword Sanshen.

At noon, only a sound of breaking the air was heard, and Jian Sanshen and others appeared, landed on the high platform, and attracted everyone's attention.

Xue Shaohong's eyes fell on one of them, and he couldn't help but tremble, his eyes were full of light, and tears gathered. Beichen Xue discovered Xue Shaohong's abnormality, grabbed his hand, and let Xue Shaohong settle down.

This is a somewhat sloppy man, he has a gourd around his waist, the gourd is carved from spiritual jade, inside is its own space, containing all things, mortals wear it, prolong life, cultivators wear it, enhance strength; It's a pity that now this treasure has become a wine gourd, which is a pearl covered with dust.

The sloppy man is burly, with a very majestic figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, a square face, no beard, black hair, messy, like a messy grass. He sat upright on the sword mark position, leaning on the back chair, squinting like a sleeping tiger, that if there is no power to encompass the world, no one can match, so decadent, if he stands in the sky, who in this world can stand side by side.

He is a sword Lingyun, powerful in the world, Xue Lingtian, the sect leader of the Taixuan Sword Sect, and the father-in-law of Xue Shaohong.

I haven't seen my father for four years, Xue Shaohong is excited in his heart, it's very good to recognize his father, but it's not an opportunity, it's not a chance to recognize each other, he is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to shake the world, announcing that he Xue Shaohong is back, Xue Lingtian's son is back.

This is the battle of the Holy Land, it is a major event of the Heavenly Spirit, Xue Lingtian, as the sect master of the Taixuan Sword Sect, naturally has to come, even if he doesn't say a word, he has to come.

"Alas~!"

Knowing that this would be the result, Jian Sanshen stood up and began his pre-battle speech.

Xue Shaohong didn't have the heart to hear these words, his heart sank into the sea of souls, and asked, "Senior, senior, my father?" ”

Sword Soul said: "He's good, he's strong, and his talent is above mine. ”

The stone in Xue Shaohong's heart fell, and he was afraid that his father would take his own sin because he had hurt his body.

Xue Shaohong asked: "Senior, what strength does my father have now, you may be able to see it?" ”

The sword soul said: "I can't see it, I don't dare to look at it, his soul power is about to step into the heavenly realm, the deity is only in the late stage of the earth level now, if he sweeps his body, he can find the deity." ”

Xue Shaohong said: "Hmph, this is my father, a sword Lingyun and Xue Lingtian." ”

The sword soul said: "You can indeed be a fool, it is a blessing for your son to have such a father. ”

The battle began, a total of 1,321 people, all of whom were under the age of thirty and had reached the Death Realm.

Taixuanwu Doutai, there are currently ten, ten battles can be carried out, and each martial arts platform is guarded by a formation, so there is no need to worry about the battle fluctuations seeping out and hurting the innocent.

And in order not to remember other martial arts fights, there is not a trace of the sound of battle coming out, and the voice of speaking is indeed okay, not for others, just for those who admit defeat.

One thousand three hundred and twenty-one people, the last one has a bye, and the remaining one thousand three hundred and twenty people take No. 660 as the boundary, No. 1 against No. 661 cultivators, No. 2 against No. 662, and so on, No. 650 against No. 1320, the winner stays, and the loser withdraws, until only one hundred people are left, and then multiple rounds of battles are carried out.

Twenty people got on the martial arts platform, and under an order, the martial battle began.

Some martial arts fighting platforms, the strength is perceived, one is defeated, and then the second game is arranged, the speed is quite fast, in the blink of an eye, the two incense sticks have passed, and there have been more than 200 fights.

A disciple of the Taixuan Sect met a ruthless man, and a powerful attack not only knocked the disciple of the Taixuan Sword Sect off the martial arts platform, but also seriously injured him, passed out, and was almost abolished.

Many disciples of the Taixuan Sword Sect squinted at everyone and remembered his appearance.

This person is dressed in a white robe, and there is a cliff pattern on his chest, which seems to cross the heavens and the earth, which is very conspicuous.

Desperate Cliff, a powerful holy land in the Middle Emperor Domain.

This person muttered, "Disciple of the Taixuan Sword Sect, doesn't it seem to be very good?" In the past, Jin had heard such a sentence: Of course, Xue Shaohong gave birth to a son, but he didn't know that the Qilin Shaozong of the Taixuan Sword Sect was there, in order to catch up with him, Jin Mou broke half his life, just for cultivation, if he couldn't compete with him, it would be a pity. When the disciples of the Taixuan Sword Sect heard this, they couldn't help but stand up one after another, glaring at this Jing Yu, and before they could speak, Jian Sanshen said, "Next." ”

He understood something, looked at Xue Shaohong with a somewhat complicated look, and continued to stare at the martial arts platform.

At this moment, I secretly knew how many pairs of eyes had fallen on Xue Lingtian's body, and that meaning was self-evident.

They can't beat Xue Shaohong, they can't withstand the power of his sword, but they have juniors, and they can beat Xue Lingtian's back, which feels very comfortable.

Xue Shaohong watched all this calmly, and in his heart, Jing Yu had already knelt in front of the statue of Xue Lingtian and repented silently.

Beichen Xue clasped Xue Shaohong's fingers, for fear that he would run away, she knew that Xue Shaohong was uncomfortable at the moment, and at this moment, his father was nailed to the pillar and humiliated.

As for the people outside the field, they didn't speak, they could only talk in secret, and they didn't dare to say anything, this was a slap in the face of the Taixuan Sword Sect, and it was also a slap in the face of the Taixuan Sword Sect Master, they still wanted to live, they didn't want to die.

Xue Shaohong whispered in his heart: "Are you here?" Who could it be, I shouldn't have played yet, but I'd like to see what level of clown you are. ”

As Xue Shaohong guessed, in the three hundred and sixty-fourth game, there was another person who humiliated the disciple of the Taixuan Sword Sect, this disciple was general, but Xue Shaohong behind him was complicated.

This person was born in the Iron Sword Sect, and he is considered the eighteenth descendant of the Sword Soul.

The sword soul said: "Boy, don't worry about me, the Iron Sword Gate has become what it is today, it is heart-wrenching, such a miscellaneous thing, if you die, you will die, and Yan Tao will shake the world." ”

Xue Shaohong said: "I'm sorry, senior. ”

Sword Soul said: "I'm not sorry, this is the rat of my Iron Sword Gate, don't worry about the face of the deity." ”

He was very heartbroken, he didn't expect the Iron Sword Gate to enter and join such a trend, such a disciple, he really wanted to go out, crush him to death with one finger, and he was so proud afterwards.

Xue Shaohong said: "Thank you seniors!" ”

The sword soul is magnanimous, and Xue Shaohong can be unscrupulous, and he is very grateful in his heart.

He will move this man, and no one will stop him.

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