Xiao Jianchen jumped and landed lightly on the fighting platform.

He looked very personable, smiled gently, and clenched his fists and said, "Senior Brother Yang, please advise." ”

"Please!"

Yang Yi nodded and returned the salute with a fist.

His eyes were cold, looking directly at the other party, not daring to be careless.

A person who can sit firmly in the first five years of the true biography list, Xiao Jianchen is not an easy person.

Xiao Jianchen held the sword in front of him, he held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and slowly drew the sword.

He drew his sword slowly, as if the sword was heavy enough to make it difficult for him.

As the sword was pulled out inch by inch, Xiao Jianchen's momentum became higher and higher, but it always gave people an extremely oppressive feeling, like a volcano was about to erupt.

On the surface, it seems to be calm, but in fact, there is a lot of energy gathered inside.

These energies are converging, just waiting for the last moment to erupt.

Yang Yi's expression became solemn, he didn't dare to be careless.

The phantom of a peerless divine sword appeared behind him, and a domineering sword intent swept out and swept in all directions.

The momentum of the two was like two torrents, colliding in the void.

The void is calm, and nothing seems to have happened.

But everyone seemed to see that the void was full of swords.

Countless swords collided frantically as if they were spiritual, making a clanging sound like a storm.

On the fighting platform.

Half is the sword domain, and half is the sword rain.

Before the two started fighting, the momentum was already clashing, and it was difficult to distinguish Xuanyuan.

Finally, Xiao Jianchen pulled out the sword completely.

At the moment when Xiao Jianchen pulled out his sword, a sword light appeared, a hundred times more dazzling than the sun, and instantly overwhelmed Yang Yi's sight.

His eyes were blazing white, white, and he couldn't see anything.

The more dangerous it is, the calmer Yang Yi is.

His mind was spinning so rapidly that it felt as if time had slowed down around him.

"Slashing the Sky and Drawing the Sword!"

Yang Yi recalled the words of Princess Pingyang that day, she had introduced Xiao Jianchen to him, and his famous skill was to cut the sky and draw swords.

Among the true disciples in the sect, no one took this sword.

This swordsmanship integrates all the essence and spirit of a person into a single sword, and everything is slashed.

Although his eyes couldn't see, he still felt it.

Yang Yi closed his eyes and felt the flow of the wind with his heart, because as long as a person moved, as long as the sword was chopped, it would definitely cause the flow of the surrounding air to form a wind.

Of course, there are also people who can blend attacks into the wind and be silent, but Xiao Jianchen is obviously not in this case.

A sharp and small strong wind struck, directly into his dantian.

Yang Yi was secretly angry, This Xiao Jianchen looked gentle and elegant, but he didn't expect his mind to be so vicious, and he attacked his dantian and wanted to abolish his cultivation.

"Slash!"

Yang Yi drank vigorously and suddenly opened his eyes.

He urged the sword intent, and countless powers blessed him, and with his sword sense, he slashed forward.

The sword qi burst out closely, tearing through the space and tearing the dazzling light.

Like a knife in the sky, it slashed down.

Clang!

Swords collide, like a flat ground explosion.

The air shook violently, and everyone felt like they had been punched in the chest.

Many outer disciples were so shocked that their blood boiled and they vomited blood one after another.

A strong light erupted from the Douwu platform, accompanied by a violent wind, and the sword qi and sword qi shot out, sweeping in all directions.

The fighting platform shook violently, as if it had been stomped by a giant.

Yang Yi felt a stinging pain in the tiger's mouth, and his right arm was numb.

The violent anti-shock force made him can't help but retreat again and again, and every step made the Douwutai bang loudly, he hurriedly twisted his waist, turned the anti-shock force into power, and flew towards Xiao Jianchen.

Xiao Jianchen on the opposite side was the same, slashing through the waves of qi with a sword and rushing towards him.

"Thunder Arc Light!"

Yang Yi drank vigorously, and pulled out nine electric dragons with a single lift, wrapping around his body.

"A sword cloud opens!"

Xiao Jianchen's swordsmanship was sharp, and he was able to directly split the electric dragon, causing the electric dragon to turn into countless sharp sword qi again.

"Yin Yang Purgatory!"

"Heaven and Earth Oven!"

Yang Yi continued to perform the "Thunder Prison Knife Sutra", the knife technique was fierce and the momentum was like a rainbow.

He was full of true qi and blood, but he was still suppressed by Xiao Jianchen.

This person's swordsmanship is excellent, not only are they all heaven-level swordsmanship, but they have also cultivated to the level of perfection.

Especially when Xiao Jianchen urged the sword spirit, Yang Yi was even more precarious, and he couldn't dodge a few times, leaving a few sword marks on his body, and the blood flowed endlessly.

Yang Yi knew that he couldn't continue like this, otherwise he would definitely lose.

Xiao Jianchen's eyes were as bright as the moon, and his attack was even sharper.

He knew that Yang Yi couldn't support it anymore, and he didn't have any hole cards to use, and he was not even afraid of the strongest 'Heaven and Earth Oven', what else could Yang Yi threaten him?

Bai Fengyu stroked his beard and smiled, and said softly: "It seems that Yang Yi is doomed!" ”

The Taixuan Peak Lord raised his head proudly, he looked at Jiang Zhendao not far away, and chuckled: "Jiang Feng Lord, what do you think of my unsuccessful apprentice?" ”

The peak masters and hall masters looked at Jiang Zhendao one after another, their eyes playful and gloating.

Jiang Zhendao looked lazy and sloppy, he took a sip of wine casually, and said lightly: "Until the last moment, it is too early to say who wins and who loses, but I believe in Yang Yi." As for Xiao Jianchen, it is still eye-catching. ”

"Humph! Then we'll see! ”

The peak master of Taixuan Peak snorted coldly and turned his head to look at the Douwu platform.

At this time, Yang Yi finally launched a counterattack.

His eyes were round, his essence burst into flames, and he shouted, "Beast Dao! ”

Yang Yi's sword intent surged in an instant, and as he slashed out, it actually evolved into a black hole, revealing an incomparably deep and terrifying aura, shrouding towards Xiao Jianchen.

Of course, this black hole cannot be seen with the eyes, but it seems to be real to everyone.

Beasts represent ignorance.

Under this knife, Xiao Jianchen's eyes were perforated and unfocused, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

This is the domineering of "Reincarnation Sword Technique", which can forcibly suppress people's spirituality and become as ignorant as animals.

"What kind of knife is this?"

Bai Fengyu and the others screamed one after another, shocked in their hearts.

In the inheritance of the Sword Peak, there is such a terrifying sword technique!

Even if it was them, and they were so far away, they were also affected by this sword intent, and they felt like animals, and they were ignorant, and even thinking became simple and slow.

Jiang Zhendao's eyes were blazing, unprecedentedly bright.

Xiao Jianchen finally broke free from the sword intent, and his eyes regained clarity.

But, it's too late.

Yang Yi's blood drinking knife had already slashed in front of him, and there was no way to avoid it, so he could only resist hard.

He roared, sword slashing in front of him.

Clang!

The blood drinking knife slashed down, and even the sword was slashed on Xiao Jianchen's body.

A brilliant aura bloomed on his body, and it was a talisman armor.

But Rao was like this, Xiao Jianchen still snorted, his body flew out upside down, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which spilled from mid-air and fell on the ring.

As for the others, they could only barely fold their figures, staggered to the ground, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Yi put away his sword and stood up, looked at Xiao Jianchen coldly, and said lightly: "I won." ”

As his words fell, the whole valley boiled.

The disciples were amazed by the discussions.

Jiang Zhendao laughed even more, poured a sip of wine, and said, "Zhang Ke, what do you think of me as an apprentice?" ”

Taixuan Fengfeng advocated that Ke's face was pale.

Bai Fengyu and the others were silent, looking at Yang Yi with a somewhat dangerous look in their eyes.

They already felt that Yang Yi was about to lose control.

I'm afraid that as Guo Taihua said, after a while, maybe none of them will be opponents.

"Has anyone challenged?"

Yang Yi stood in the ring, waiting for the challenger.

If no one challenged, his first place would be decided.

There was no accident in the result, no one dared to challenge on stage, and Yang Yi won the first place in this true biography competition.

As soon as he got out of the ring, Princess Pingyang went up.

She wants to challenge Ning Yuanchen, who is in third place.

In the end, Princess Pingyang defeated Ning Yuanchen with an absolute advantage, and the ranking was squeezed to third place, because her cultivation was improved to the ninth level of the Juyuan Realm.

With Yang Yi and Xiao Jianchen's Zhuyu in front, everyone felt that the next challenge was not very interesting.

Just after noon, the true biography was over in a hurry.

Yang Yi received a mid-grade spirit sword, as well as a hundred lower-grade spirit stones, and a jade plaque, and he could go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose a heaven-level low-level exercise.

After the great competition of the sect, it is the celebration of the whole sect.

Yang Yi didn't join in the excitement, he and Princess Pingyang walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

She also got the opportunity to choose a prefecture-level high-level exercise.

Princess Pingyang said: "Yang Yi, I will go down the mountain tomorrow." There is nothing to learn in the Ziyang Sect, and it will ...... in the future I probably won't come again in the future, how precious you are. ”

Of course, Yang Yi couldn't hear the deep meaning of Princess Pingyang's words, he only thought that she was a little melancholy, so he smiled and said: "Daliang City is not far from Ziyang Sect, I will go to see you and the third prince in the future." ”

Princess Pingyang nodded and did not speak again.

The two walked side by side quietly, enjoying the last tranquility, and finally came to the Scripture Pavilion.

Sitting in his seat, Yang Yi looked at the catalog of books.

His goal is very clear, and he is ready to exchange for a body method, which can barely be regarded as making up for this shortcoming.

There are not many heaven-level low-level light exercises to choose from.

After thinking about it, Yang Yi finally chose "Glimpse of Floating Light".

The characteristic of this method is 'haste', that is, it is used to hurry, and it is as swift as a fleeting light.

If you can't beat it, you can also run for your life.

Princess Pingyang also quickly chosen, and the two walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and separated.

She does things neatly and neatly, and she doesn't drag her feet.

"I'll send you tomorrow!"

"Good!"

…………

Knife Peak.

When night falls, the moon and stars are scarce.

"What's the matter, why do you feel uneasy tonight, unable to meditate?"

Yang Yi opened his eyes and wondered in his heart.

He had tried several times, and he wanted to enter the cultivation state, but he couldn't calm down.

In desperation, he could only get out of bed, push open the door and walk out.

Yang Yi walked through the deserted palace group and leaped to the top of Dao Peak.

It towers high into the sky, and it feels as if you can pluck the stars in the sky if you stretch out your hand.

He looked around, overlooking the reckless mountains around him.

Under the bright moonlight, the earth seemed to be covered with a silver veil, mysterious and hazy.

He looked up at the sky again, and countless stars shone brightly.

Yang Yi's mind suddenly had an unprecedented calmness, like a dusty mirror, suddenly washed with clean water, revealing a smooth and bright mirror, which can reflect all things in heaven and earth.

He slowly closed his eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and carefully realized the beauty of this calm.

Letting go of everything, no fighting, no fighting, no hatred, no desire, no fame and fortune, etc.

Without these shackles, his soul was more comfortable than ever.

Ever since he was sensible, he has been fighting.

Desperately practicing martial arts and desperately completing family tasks, just to be able to support himself and his grandfather, just to be able to live.

After entering the Ziyang Sect, he still did not relax at all, but worked harder, because he was all enemies in the sect.

As long as he slackens off, he may be killed.

He didn't know how many years, he hadn't been so relaxed, he hadn't been so calm.

It seems that the whole world does not exist anymore, and he is the only one.

Gradually, he had a feeling of integrating into heaven and earth, into the peak of the sword.

In his senses, this tranquil sword peak seemed to have returned to life.

Countless divine lights rose to the sky, and gradually evolved into a peerless divine sword, and on top of the peerless divine sword, a middle-aged man with a majestic aura sat cross-legged, reciting mysterious scriptures in his mouth.

"Inheritance of Sword Peak!"

Yang Yi was pleasantly surprised and suddenly realized.

He hurriedly calmed down, recited the scriptures with the other party, and found that his thinking was clearer than ever, and he didn't know how many times faster than usual.

The scripture is not long, only three hundred words, and Yang Yi quickly remembered it in his heart.

When the peerless divine sword disappeared, when Dao Feng regained his calm, Yang Yi also opened his eyes.

There was silence all around, as if nothing had happened.

If it weren't for the mystical scriptures still in his heart, he would have thought that he was hallucinating.

"Enlightenment Sutra!"

Yang Yi muttered softly, his eyes full of smiles.

This is the inheritance left by the founding patriarch, as long as you recite this scripture silently, you can cut off all distracting thoughts, make people quickly enter the state of cultivation, and their thinking is extremely agile.

Although it is not a state of enlightenment, cultivating in such a state will also get twice the result with half the effort.

"Huh!"

Yang Yi suddenly sighed, he looked inwardly at the dantian and found that the central cyclone had condensed the true yuan.

In other words, he has stepped into the True Yuan Realm, and it will come naturally.

"Tonight, double happiness is coming!"

Yang Yi smiled happily, he was about to go down the mountain in a big stride.

Suddenly, I saw a firework rising into the sky, shattering violently, because it was too bright, the entire Ziyang Sect could see it.

Such fireworks without warning made Yang Yi shocked, because it was the third watch at midnight.

Sure enough, there were several screams that followed, faintly coming from the breeze.

Immediately after that, twelve divine lights soared into the sky, and a huge translucent light curtain appeared, like a large bowl upside down, covering the entire Ziyang Sect, on which countless runes appeared, and then shattered under Yang Yi's shocked gaze.