Outside the Sword Pavilion, many academy disciples gathered together in twos and threes, and kept whispering, the ten people who entered the Sword Pavilion this year were all slightly famous in the academy, and their bodies invisibly pinned the hopes of those who failed to enter the Sword Pavilion, or entered the Sword Pavilion, and could not lead the sword.

Some wanted them to fail - because they had not received the sword from the Sword Pavilion either.

Some people hope that they will succeed - because this invisibly stimulates their struggle, and they must be prepared for the next sword competition.

Dugu Chen and Li Xiuzhu stood side by side, the sword in their hands was stuck on the ground, their expressions were calm, their eyes stared at the Sword Pavilion not far away, and they were silent.

People who came and went walked past the two of them, and they couldn't help but show a look of surprise, one was a strange person in the academy, all day long, with a posture of the sky being big, the earth being two, and I being three, and the other was one of the four sons of the famous Xianheng, but the behavior he made today was very puzzling.

Of course, some people know that Dugu Chen and Li Xiuzhu's relationship with Li Chaoyang is extraordinary, and it is also a fact that Li Chaoyang entered the Sword Pavilion to lead the sword, but it is not enough for these two people to twist the sword and wait, looking like they want to escort them.

Invisibly, those whispering words about Li Chaoyang became smaller.

Only a few people have seen some clues from what Li Xiuzhu and Duguchen did.

Lan Tianque, who had been standing away from the crowd, had been standing quietly, his body was like a spear piercing the sky, and a powerful aura was leaking out invisibly, making people feel like staying away.

Wang Pingping's side, surrounded by several male disciples with good cultivation and pretentiousness, kept begging, Wang Pingping looked a little angry, as if he had seen flies and mosquitoes, he wanted to stay away, but he wanted to wait for the result, so he could only deal with it with a smile.

Gao Yijian pursed his lips tightly, and waited calmly for the Sword Pavilion to look, he was specially here for Li Chaoyang, he was waiting for Li Chaoyang to succeed in getting the sword, if he succeeded, then Li Chaoyang was qualified to be his opponent.

Chen Xuanshuang was carrying a bigger and heavier black sword, appearing near the Sword Pavilion, sweating profusely, the battle intent in his eyes was like a beating flame, his eyes were staring at the Sword Pavilion tightly, without saying a word.

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In the Sword Pavilion, it is a world of its own.

The same scene is no different, a thin figure stands quietly, the clothes of the whole body seem to be soaked in blood, the black eyes, leaking indescribable perseverance, his hand tightly holds a black iron tongs, facing the sword whistling down, the iron tongs in his hand swing, like a sword......

His name is Liu Yichen.

He likes to use swords, but he can't afford them.

When he was a child, in order to practice swordsmanship, he stole the iron tongs in his hand from a large family, and although he was beaten violently, his heart was excited.

He had always practiced the iron tongs as a sword, and when he entered the academy, he had the opportunity to get a sword of his own, but he never thought about it, because he wanted the best sword. 、

Where the best sword is, it is in the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, he is desperately trying to get a sword from the Sword Pavilion.

On the vast barren land, a figure lay quietly on the ground, the sweat from his body mixed with blood seeped into the ground, his chest kept rising and falling, panting for breath, and he held a sword tightly in his hand.

The name of the owner of this sword is Qin Kai.

After entering the academy silently for three years, he has been concentrating on cultivation, in order to one day successfully receive a sword from the Sword Pavilion, and then let his father who is absolutely obsessed with swords touch and feel it, so that his father will be happy and happy.

The sword burst into the sky, rolling up the wind, a figure waved the sword in his hand, kept attacking, attacking frantically, his shoulders, arms, and chests were all dense wounds, but he still fought regardless of it.

He must receive a sword from the Sword Pavilion.

The moment he walked out of the Sword Pavilion, he would raise the sword in his hand high, and then let everyone remember that his name was Mu Hao.

Wang Yixuan has always believed that the protagonist of this sword competition is his own, and he will defeat all opponents with an unrivaled might, and then successfully enter the sword pavilion and receive the sword.

But someone's sudden appearance took away his attention.

At this moment, Wang Yixuan's heart is extremely firm, and he must successfully receive the sword from the Sword Pavilion and then win his own light.

A figure was roaring, meeting another round of swords with the sword in his hand.

- His name is Duan Lei!

There was also a graceful figure, sitting on the ground with her legs crossed, and there was no discouragement in her eyes, but on the contrary, it was like a burning battle intent.

- Her name is Wu Qian!

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The same piece of heaven and earth, but it is deducing different battles.

Everyone is fighting hard, trying to repel the endless sword and achieve their own success.

Li Chaoyang didn't remember that this was the first time he was tired and fell to the ground, but fortunately, this time, he stood on the spot and took the sword that fell from the sky, and the broken sword in his hand had completely receded the cyan rust, revealing a simple bronze color, and in the center of the bronze sword body, there was a bright red silk thread, flowing slowly, as if there was spirituality.

Raising the sword in his hand, Li Chaoyang took a step forward again,

This time, the Void came again, like a storm.

The broken sword greeted each other, and a piercing sword roar was heard.

Between heaven and earth, it suddenly changed color.

The sword that fell in the air suddenly stopped, and was silently suspended in the void, silent, motionless, completely different from before.

Li Chaoyang looked at the broken sword in his hand, and on the sword body, the bright red silk thread became more and more red, and a simple and vicissitudes of words emerged-Yuanhong!

"It turns out that the name of this sword is Yuanhong. Suddenly knew in his heart that Li Chaoyang could clearly feel that he had established an inexplicable connection with the broken sword in his hand, as if he had met an old friend for many years, everything was extremely familiar.

Just when Li Chaoyang was surprised, the Yuan Seed in his body trembled slightly, and among the silent and motionless little sword, a sharp sword qi actually leaked out, directly piercing Li Chaoyang's body.

That sword qi went straight into the sky, in the void, infinitely magnified, and then evolved into a sharp sword, but in the center of the sword body, there was a pitch-black pattern like ink, and the lines kept wriggling, as if there was life.

The sword suspended in the void trembled slightly, and then let out a low sword groan, like a breeze blowing through the hills, like a mountain stream dripping from a quiet spring.

The sword roared like ripples in the water slowly dispersed, and in the void, countless swords began to fall.

Yuan Hong in Li Chaoyang's hand was also trembling slightly.