Above the majestic city tower, the figure is hazy.

The black figure's eyes flashed with a strange essence, the corners of his mouth curled, and he whispered: "A group of good guys, cultivating the Sword Sect is not a problem!"

"Hmm! Who is this girl, she is so stubborn! Hehe, the fourth-order swordsman gave up everything and devoted himself to the way of the sword?" The figure slowly stabilized, and he took off the black cloak on his head. I saw that his hair was like silver threads, but his face was only about twenty, and his demonic eyes exuded a terrifying light.

He kept muttering to himself: "Eightfold qualifications, not bad! If you have no external things in your heart, you can reach a good realm! Okay, I will send you a creation to see how you grasp it! In this way, it is not in vain to come to this trip, and it is easy to explain when you return to the sect!"

Wang Xuan's silver teeth were clenched, his temper was stubborn, and he refused to retreat at all. Under the pressure of the momentum of the seven masters of the same generation, it is like a flat boat, which may be destroyed by a violent storm at any time.

Her eyes were resolute, looking at the staggered figures on the stage, with both envy and determination!

"Close your eyes!" The voice sounded in his ears, as if it contained infinite magic power, Wang Xuan couldn't help but follow the voice and do as requested.

She closed her beautiful eyes and entered a strange state, and the wild momentum outside oppressed, and it could not affect her in the slightest. It was as if her soul had traveled an infinite distance to the edge of a cliff. The mountain wind is howling here, and the wind and clouds will meet!

Under the cliffs, the white mist is filled with white fog and rolls endlessly. In the distance, the ancient trees are towering, lush and lush, the breath is barren and ancient, and a tree is in the sky. Wang Xuan's mind was calm, and when he looked back, the same giant trees stood in a forest, as high as a hundred feet! The vines were winding, and a flood of desolation rushed towards him.

"What a strange place!" she said in a low voice.

"Really?" the voice was cold, chilling.

His heart was shocked, and he turned around in shock and looked at the black figure in front of him. As if to see through her thoughts, the white-haired young man smiled lightly and said, "Don't panic!"

In her words, there was a calming power, and she unconsciously trusted the person in front of her. Her instincts told her that he had no ill intentions!

"You little girl, you are not qualified to see the deity! However, seeing that your state of mind is good, you are also a little stronger than the demonic generation, it is rare to ......!" the young man did not say any more, but Wang Xuan understood what he meant!

This is your own chance, you can't give it up!

Without hesitation, she immediately knelt on the ground, bowed to the ground with five bodies, and said firmly: "I implore my seniors to accept me as an apprentice!"

The young man smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and immediately there was an invisible force that made her unable to kneel.

"If you have this heart, it's good!"

Wang Xuan stood up, letting the mountain breeze blow his clothes, and his black hair fluttered with it. His expression was a little frightened, and he hurriedly said, "The disciple must cultivate diligently, please teach me master!"

The young man's white hair did not move, he walked slowly, standing on the edge of the cliff, his bewitching eyes looking into the distance, and between his words, a great secret was revealed: "Here, it's just a scene that I simulated! I see you here, it's not for the sake of accepting apprentices! You are not qualified yet! Eightfold qualifications, future achievements are limited, and stepping into the Sword Sect is already the limit! Unless, wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, change your physique!"

"Kendo achievements, the future is limitless! Be brave and diligent, you already have it! If you don't lose your heart, idealistic kendo, there is hope!"

The young man turned around abruptly and pointed at Wang Xuan's eyebrows: "This is the Xuan-level first-grade sword technique-the cold and blue waves technique, let's cultivate well! Remember, you haven't seen me!"

Wang Xuan opened his beautiful eyes in an instant, the figure of the young man gradually faded, and the whole cliff was collapsing. She was anxious and shouted, "Dare to ask the name of the master!"

"Oh, the starry sky is boundless, and the sword is unintentional!

The space around her was rapidly crumbling, and she kept shouting, but there was no response.

When his mind returned, he suddenly realized that he was still in the same place, and he didn't even move. In the ring, the competition continues, only in the mind, a sword trick is deeply imprinted in the soul, not to be forgotten!

Xuanjie first grade sword trick - cold and blue waves!

She gradually understood that she had obtained a great opportunity and a great creation! She secretly made up her mind that she would work hard to cultivate and step into a higher realm no matter what!

Mo Yun's face was hideous, falling from the sky, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and its edge shook the sky.

Situ Yunfeng's six people each have one side, and their evil anger broke out, they don't say defeat, they want to fight to the death!

Qiao Zhen's expression was extremely solemn, and he was ready to strike at any time. These seven people are all the future of the sect, and none of them can be harmed! Even if they forcibly interfere, they must ensure the safety of several people.

"Let's see the real Broken Mountain!" The voice seemed to come from hell, and the words contained infinite murderous intent and made people feel terrified.

The tip of the water cold sword pointed down, and the edge burned wildly, rolling golden flames, and it was extremely hot.

This blow is more powerful than all!

This blow will destroy everything! This might, even a master swordsman, his face is full of solemnity.

The cyan figure is like lightning, falling wildly!

In the ring, the six figures rushed into the sky, and their strongest sword skills erupted with endless might, joining forces to strangle the powerful giant sword in mid-air!

"Boom~boom~!"

In an instant, two rays of light with endless power collided together, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the loud sound was accompanied by brilliant fireworks.

The two were only at a stalemate for a moment, and then burst out with all their strength. Approaching the limit of the power of the true rank mid-grade sword technique, the Broken Yue Split Mountain will attack the six true rank mid-grade sword skills together!

The golden giant sword that burned like the sun was constantly dissolving, and the power of the six sword skills was also frantically integrated into the big explosion.

The brilliant golden shock wave was constantly spreading, sweeping everything! A rumbling sound floated through Kongming City, and the violent shock wave spread instantly, and it was about to rush out of the ring.

He was once again swept away by a huge force, and the six Huang Zhanpeng below each spit out mouthfuls of blood and smashed into the ring.

Qiao Zhen's expression was solemn, and he raised his hand to shoot out a sword qi that flew out like lightning and hit the center of the blast wave.

Silently, the spreading shock wave dissipated as if it had never existed. The strength of the master of the sword king is undoubtedly revealed.

There was pain everywhere in his body, and six different sword true powers were constantly destroying in his body, either cold, domineering, or weird! His heart sank, and two large seas erupted again, and the surging sword true power almost swam through his body in one breath, refining the six powers.

His eyes were like lightning, and his fighting spirit became more and more intense. The alliance of the six peers has already made him feel a crisis. He could barely hold back, and he had to give it his all. But the power of the first grade sword technique of the spirit level is not something that six people can resist together!

With a long roar, Mo Yun looked down at the ring, and his figure began to fall.

Six figures, standing quietly, refusing to give in!

They are all the strongest geniuses of the major families, and they are arrogant in their hearts, how can they easily surrender. Even if they are seriously injured at the moment, they still won't let go of their persistence!

The smell of blood filled the air, and the breath became more and more miserable, bloodthirsty and crazy. Especially Shen Tuhong, after seeing the blood, his momentum skyrocketed more than one step, but on the dragon's sword, a blood-colored flame burned, the blood dragon dragon's eyes opened slightly, and the red light rushed out, and the breath was like the arrival of the dragon clan, and the huge coercion was emitted, constantly forcing the onlookers to retreat.

Only Wang Xuan was standing in place at this time. She has just been given a great opportunity, and she is more and more determined that she will never give up the opportunity to exercise. Her cultivation is a few small realms different from a few people, but at this time, she is competing with the seven powerful momentum. Even if the bones of the whole body explode, it can't stop her!

"I won't lose to you!" Wang Xuan gritted his teeth, stared at the falling figure in the sky, and secretly admonished himself.

Mo Yun endured the severe pain, his eyes burned again, he swung the Shui Han Sword, his speed increased unabated, and his skin turned red from the violent friction with the air.

He realized that his body was still too weak!

Target, Situ Yunfeng!

Situ Yunfeng was the strongest of the six, and he had reached the peak of the eighth-order swordsman, and in the confrontation just now, he was the least injured and the greatest threat to himself.

Situ Yunfeng's eyes in the ring condensed, feeling the lock of the killing machine, an infinite crisis rose in his heart, and his soul seemed to tremble. His eyes widened suddenly, his body stood tall, and he raised his head to lock on to his opponent, his sword dancing wildly like a dragon in his hand, and the silver light poured out.

The sword was impermeable, and the silver light was connected, and a subtle red color gradually appeared! His momentum was extremely fierce, rising endlessly, and the strength of the eighth-order sword disciple was all displayed.

The one or five people in the valley were not idle, and their respective sword power exploded to assist from the side.

Mo Yun's heart sank like water, and he saw that the ring was getting closer and closer.

It's now! With a secret shout, the light of the Water Cold Sword instantly converged, and it bloomed more golden again, and the phantom of the divine sword flashed, and the breath rose wildly.

"When~!"

The two swords clashed, the sparks sputtered, and the light shone. The huge impact, as strong as Situ Yunfeng, couldn't bear it, and stepped back.

The weapon screamed, and the light dimmed. With all his strength to stabilize his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he almost lost his footing. Looking up, the cyan figure shot at him again, shocking him!

How is it possible! This is Situ Yunfeng's only thought!

The five masters attacked at the same time, how did he break out! Isn't he a human being, and he still has such a strong sword true power?

The other five were furious, and Huang Zhanpeng shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Five dazzling long swords followed Mo Yun, getting closer and closer!

Situ Yunfeng had been hit hard, and he raised his sword to block at this time. With a sneer, a ferocious sword slashed out, and the light instantly swallowed Situ Yunfeng's figure!

"Let's go down!" Mo Yunsen shouted, and with a wave of his hand, a white figure was thrown out of the ring.

Situ Yunfeng's whole body was weak, his face was pale, and he had lost the strength to fight again.

Eighth-order sword apprentice, Situ Yunfeng, defeated!

Everyone in the audience was shocked, looking at him as if they were looking at a monster!

Like a thorn in the back, five fierce attacks were about to come, and he was not shocked, he accelerated suddenly, his body was like electricity, and he rushed forward.

On the edge of the ring, he jumped off without hesitation, and the five attacks missed again. And his move once again made the five of them slightly sluggish. The crowd let out a burst of exclamation, and they saw it clearly. Jumped out of the ring, turned around suddenly, and inserted the Shui Han sword deep into the bluestone of the ring, holding the sword in one hand and hanging on the edge of the ring.

The five of them didn't expect that Mo Yun would make such an unexpected move.

After two breaths, he took a deep breath, pulled out the Shui Han Sword, kicked his feet violently, and jumped up in one go.

When the cyan figure reappeared on the edge of the ring, Shen Tuhong and the five did not react at all, watching him approach.