Inside the main hall of the Fire Temple.

Huo Hou Qin Yang laughed: "Okay, good, the sword path aura of the Sword King Marquis was actually passed on to you, I don't know what the group of people on Sword Island think." Interesting, interesting. ”

Qin Feng said smugly on the side: "Fortunately, I didn't have too deep a grudge with him at the beginning. ”

Qin Yang said: "You also go out for a walk, the world will become more and more interesting after that." ”

Qin Feng nodded and said, "Father asked me to go to Liu Shanlin?" ”

Qin Yang smiled and didn't speak.

Qin Feng clenched his fists and slowly left, ready to pack some luggage and set off.

Qin Yang beckoned, and a man wearing a cloak and a mask appeared in the hall.

"Don't make a move when it's not important." Qin Yang waved his hand.

The man replied yes and disappeared.

"Liu Shanlin, Liu Shanlin, did the Sword Princes see that you have the ability to protect yourself, why did you expose you to the world so early."

The main city of the Demon Tower.

The demon Hou Zhongqi, who had just sat on the throne, looked at Liu Shanlin, who was wrapped in the aura of the sword in the mirror scroll of the landscape, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "Qiongzhi, if I find your body and want to help you bury it, will you give me some soul rhyme." ”

He changed his position, but he coughed.

When he relented, he said softly: "What is there in Liu Shanlin that is worthy of your favor, even the sword path that you have practiced for hundreds of years has been passed on to him. ”

The bell tower walked in with the Hung Bird and looked at the bell on the throne without speaking.

Zhong Qi still said to himself: "What is hidden in the abyss, even the head of the ancient demon beast, Qiu Dong, is willing to stay in it. ”

He coughed again, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Zhong Lou said, "Master, let's pay more attention to rest." ”

Zhong Qi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, take this baby, this injury is nothing." ”

With that, he stroked the twilight that showed its scarlet tentacles behind the throne.

"You go down to tell the world about the affairs of Wanshan Forest, and I will discuss with the prince of the sword. The fewer people who know about it, the better. ”

Bell Tower nodded, and walked out of the hall with the Sparrow.

In the Sword Island Council Hall.

The three sword masters stood on one side, and the familiar figure did not appear on the princely throne.

Dozens of highly respected people stood under the throne, all of them trying to straighten their bodies and put their hands behind their backs.

A sword priest standing in the middle of the hall with his hands behind his back looked sad. He looked at the figure of Liu Shanlin in the picture scroll and said in a loud voice: "The aura of the prince's sword path fell on an outsider, I don't know how you feel." ”

An old man with snow-white eyebrows took a step towards Jian Si and said, "Although Liu Shanlin is a person from the Wooden Pavilion, he is not an outsider in the whole world, so the old man feels that since the prince has chosen him, we should do our best to support and assist. ”

A middle-aged looking man standing opposite the old man said: "The Sword Dao of the Princely originally belongs to my Sword Island, how can it fall on a person who was not born on Sword Island or even has nothing to do with Sword Island. ”

The middle-aged man's words instantly aroused the echo of everyone in the hall, and only a few people stood beside the old man, all silent.

When everyone became more and more passionate, clamoring to bring Liu Shanlin to Sword Island and deprive them of the charm of the sword path with secret techniques, the old man spoke up again,

"Why didn't Qiong Zhi pass on the sword dao aura to anyone here, but to a young man from the Wooden Pavilion? Qiong Zhi has stood at the pinnacle of the world for hundreds of years, could it be that the person he chooses is worse than anyone here? ”

"Sword Island has been comfortable in the human world for too long, and it has gradually become arrogant, why do we stay on this island instead of carving out a territory on the human land, have you forgotten?"

"Now that the demon world has entered the human world and threatened me with a time limit of 100 days, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Liu Shanlin has indeed cultivated to fall, but isn't it also restored to the Four Spirits Realm now? In time, why can't he become the next Sword Prince! ”

The needle drop could be heard in the hall, and only the old man's words echoed for a long time.

"Since the prince chose him, then we should believe him, anyone who dares to disobey the will of the prince and want to take the inheritance of the sword path of the willow mountain forest, then step on the old man's corpse first!"

When the words fell, the sword aura on the old man's body soared, and everyone in the hall frowned slightly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was at an impasse, Jian Si, who was the first to speak, slowly spoke: "Let's discuss this matter again, now the first thing is to discuss who will take over the throne of the prince." ”

Just when everyone was about to nominate their relatives or themselves, a person slowly walked in from outside the hall, and heard his voice first.

"I'm here to fight for the throne of the prince." The voice was cold, like a white lotus blooming in the ice and snow.

Everyone turned their heads to look out the door.

I saw that the person who came was wearing a long purple dress, embroidered with white lotuses on the waist, and her long black hair was draped casually over her shoulders.

She held a long sword in her hand, the scabbard was light purple, and it was engraved with intricate patterns, and the word "Ziyuan" was engraved in the middle of the scabbard.

Her eyes were bright, and her eyebrows were slender and slender, like blades of grass that had just sprouted in spring.

She walked among the crowd, held the sword on her chest, looked at the sword division on the steps, and said with red lips: "Is this princely position a person with high sword qi?" ”

Jian Si narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You don't follow Han Qingmeng to learn swords, come to my Sword Island to join in the fun." ”

She ignored the sword division and asked again: "Is the position of the prince a prince a person with a high sword qi?" ”

The middle-aged man stepped forward and said in a loud voice: "What are you a woman who has only been practicing for more than a hundred years to join in the fun?" ”

"Oh? Then aren't you only at the beginning of the Seven Spirits Realm after you have practiced for hundreds of years? The woman didn't even look at him.

The man said angrily: "Say it again! ”

The words fell on the man's body with sword qi, instantly filling the entire hall.

The woman began to repeat what she had just said, word by word.

Before she could finish speaking, the man rushed straight away, and the hall was filled with thunder and sword energy.

The woman stood still, and when the man approached, the fingers on the Ziyuan scabbard pushed out the long sword slightly.

In an instant, the sword light spread throughout the hall, and the thick and viscous sword qi instantly disintegrated the man's sword qi, and then condensed into a long sword aimed at the man's throat.

Everyone in the hall exclaimed, although they had heard that the sword prince of the sword domain had accepted a strange woman, who only practiced swords in the sword domain and never touched the sword, and now they saw this woman's sword qi, and they couldn't believe it.

Ziyuan in her hand is one of the seven ancient swords, although it ranks seventh, but with this woman's sword luck, the strength is really terrifying.

At this moment, another old man with white eyebrows walked out of the crowd, his face was covered with wrinkles, and a slender scar was left at the corner of his eye.

Seeing this old man, everyone gave way one after another, and his body was slightly lowered.

The old man walked slowly to the middle of the hall, and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "The old man has been practicing on Sword Island for more than 600 years, and he has never encountered such a strange thing. ”

The old man stroked his beard and smiled and continued: "Interesting, interesting. Although Sword Island does have this rule, this princely position is not something that you, Nizi, can fight for. ”

When the words fell, she didn't see any movement from the old man, and a powerful coercion overwhelmed Han Qingmeng, her body gradually bent, her hands tightly grasped the long sword, and she never let her knees kneel.

At this time, a colossal sword aura slashed from outside the hall, and the coercion on Han Qingmeng's body instantly collapsed, and a woman appeared beside Han Qingmeng and said:

"A lot of people like to bully people when they're old, not to mention that it's still a little girl, if you don't want an old face, throw it away."

Han Qingmeng bowed and clenched his fists and said, "Master, why are you here?" ”

Han Shuixi, the prince of the sword, turned around and pinched Han Qingmeng's face and said, "If the master doesn't come, won't you be bullied by some shameless old things in this Sword Island." ”

The old man was not angry because of this, but said with a smile: "This is the matter of my Sword Island, and the Sword Lord has no right to interfere." ”

"Sword Island and the Sword Domain have always been respected by strength, and anyone who has the pinnacle of swordsmanship and swordsmanship in the world can compete for the position of prince, how could this rule be eaten by you, an old fellow, after the fall of Qiongzhi?"

Han Shuixi held the knife in front of his chest, his eyes sharp.

The old man was speechless, after all, his body was decaying, and his cultivation realm was getting worse and worse, so it was not her opponent to really make a move. So he slowly retreated, sat back on the chair behind everyone, and raised his hand to signal that everything would follow the rules of Sword Island.

Seeing this, Jian Si's gaze slowly swept over everyone and said, "Then follow the rules." ”

As soon as the words fell, a large white light appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and their bodies seemed to be stuck in a mire, and after a while, everyone appeared in an open and flat place.

Jian Si stood on a high place and said in a loud voice: "According to the rules of Sword Island, all peak sword cultivators within three hundred years of cultivation can participate, and the last person standing in this duel arena today will become the new prince of Sword Island, and lead Sword Island to lead the world again in the years to come!" ”

Everyone cheered, Han Qingmeng looked at Han Shuixi, and saw that she was the first to land in the center of the dueling arena after nodding.

She swept her gaze around, and then spoke: "Sword Domain Han Qingmeng sincerely invites you to fight. ”

"I'll meet you first." It was the middle-aged man in the hall.

Han Qingmeng still held the sword in front of his chest, and his momentum was restrained without revealing the slightest.

And the man's body emitted a dazzling golden light, a long sword appeared in his hand, he used the soul mist to swim around his body, and then the long sword was suspended in front of him, and he read in his mouth: "Towering mountain, Kongtong sword, I will kill hatred in the world!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the long sword named Kongtong was full of golden light, and the sword aura was domineering and heavy, and it soon condensed into a long sword that traversed the entire dueling arena.

He stretched out his hand and said "Go", and the long sword formed by the condensed sword qi slashed towards Han Qingmeng.

Han Qingmeng no longer held the sword but held the scabbard in her left hand, and slowly drew the sword out with her right hand, and when the entire sword body came out of the scabbard, her figure disappeared into the purple mist.

The golden sword slashed into the mist without making a sound. I saw that the mist quickly spread to the sword's body, and a voice came from the mist: "Disperse." ”

The long sword formed by the condensation of sword qi collapsed in an instant.

Seeing this, the man was about to prepare for the next blow, when a cold voice came from behind him:

"If you move again, you'll die."

The man didn't look back, because he felt a breath behind him, as if a ghost crawling out of the abyss was lying on his back, making people shudder.

The man lowered his head and said softly, "I lost." ”

Han Qingmeng returned to the center of the dueling arena with his sword and said slowly:

"Who else would dare to fight."