Countless exclamations rang out in the forest, and some cultivators gasped at this time. Everyone couldn't help but wonder what kind of realm this bald swordsman had reached.

What a momentum this sword falls, I'm afraid it is really possible to cut this new disciple of the Ling Sect here!

At the moment when the knife was about to fall, Bai Jiu squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see something clearly at that moment. Then he carried the sword in his hand, as if he were carrying a knife, more like he picked up an axe for chopping wood at random.

So he cut it down.

Bai Jiu felt the weight coming from the sword, felt the slight touch of the sword blade breaking through the air, and a very natural feeling suddenly rose.

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A voice rose from the bottom of the mountain and dispersed in all directions.

The sound was very light and brittle, even better than the sound of firewood cutting bamboo.

The wind rises in the forest and then dissipates.

Bai Jiu's sword stopped, as did the same bald swordsman.

The sharp blade spun and flew up, and then landed in the clearing beside it, without raising a trace of dust.

Deathly quiet.

Countless shocked eyes fell on the two of them, and also on Bai Jiu's sword.

His sword stopped an inch in front of the swordsman's neck, but the bald swordsman was not, for his sword was broken in half.

The results are clear.

The winner is naturally divided!

The bald swordsman looked stunned, and before he could react, Bai Jiu had already put away his sword.

"I said, you're still going to lose."

The next moment, before the surrounding exclamations, the bald knifeman's expression just turned dazed. Bai Jiu raised his sword, handed it out, and landed directly on the man's chest, knocking it down from the crowd in the forest, and after smashing it to the ground, he fainted like this.

"You deserve to step on the stone steps, too?"

Bai Jiu's sleeves swung lightly, blowing away all the fallen leaves on the stone steps, and then lifted the bright long sword called Yeyou with his right hand, and with a bang, it fell heavily in front of him.

Between heaven and earth, there is only the sword intent of the breeze, blowing the sideburns and green clothes of young people.

Among the countless cultivators in the forest, many looked up at the young man standing on the mountain path, ready to move.

No one dared to strike at the same time, and no one wanted to strike again.

Bai Jiu's eyes glanced at the dwarf banyan tree in the forest, and where his eyes fell, those cultivators who didn't know what to do before and even spoke arrogantly all held their breath, nervous to the extreme, for fear that this little disciple of Lord Wensheng would pick himself and lose like that swordsman.

"I don't embarrass you for the friendship of my classmates in the past, but this is also the last time."

Then his gaze retracted, his palm lightly rested against the hilt of the sword, slowly rotated, facing the many cultivators in the forest, his movements were indescribably provocative, but his mouth said: "Come to the one who can fight the most, of course, the rules are still there, and the realm can't be too high for me." ”

No one in the forest dared to respond.

Bai Jiu smiled and said: "The momentum is so huge, is it possible that no one dares to fight except for this person?" It's a pity that I've been preparing for so many days, and it's not enough to see at all!"

As soon as the words fell, several extremely mysterious breaths rose in the forest. Thinking that there was a strong person from afar who couldn't bear it at this moment, he wanted to breathe all his breath, so he simply took the opportunity to kill this unknown young man.

It's just that those breaths just rose, but they disappeared in the next moment. Countless people looked at Su Buregret in the distance, and they knew the reason why those Pure Meditation powerhouses gave up in a huff.

A voice came from deep in the woods.

"I hope that the master of the Ling Sect can remember Master's words, this matter is not as simple as imagined."

Bai Jiu hadn't responded for a long time, and Zhushan, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly had a voice respond from the distance of the mountain road.

The voice was calm and serious, and it sounded gentle but unmistakable.

"This person meditated under my bamboo mountain for seven days, and I waited for the Lingmen scholars to respect his will and loyalty, and did not want to hurt him again. I think that the junior brother is not too heavy, and he can recover after a few days of rest. ”

"Regarding the letter sent by the Sword Saint, although Ling Men did not mean to be disrespectful, it was indeed rude. Because the teacher cares about the community, he has already gone down the mountain many days ago, so he naturally has no time to watch. The letter is still in my custody, and when the teacher returns to the mountain, I will remember it and take it to the teacher. Therefore, we don't know those words, and maybe the teacher won't tell us if he knows. But there is one sentence that I can convey here on behalf of the teacher: I hope you go back and tell the saint on that side that Ling Men respects him because he has done everything for this world, and if he meddles in things, it is really a saint's act! ”

People wondered what was the point of this person talking so much nonsense. When they heard the end, everyone was shocked, and this man had said such a thing! Isn't this a blatant attack on the Sword Saint? I couldn't help but be in an uproar.

Everyone in the world knows that there are many disciples of the Ling Sect, but only a few people know that there are only four Bai Jiu who has brought a new entry.

Among these four, there is only one person who dares to directly criticize the Sword Saint like this, or who is willing to speak out like this.

The voice came from the mountain and descended down the mountain through the four-square formation, naturally it was the second senior brother.

Listening to the words of the second senior brother, Bai Jiu smiled and sat down again on the spot.

There was silence at the foot of the mountain, and everyone was watching to see how this only disciple of the Sword Saint should respond.

Su Buregret glanced up at Zhushan hidden in the clouds and mist, and asked, "You are also qualified to teach my master?" ”

The mountain voice rose again, with a shallow smile, "I am naturally not qualified to teach the Sword Saint, but it should be enough to teach you." ”

Su Buregret didn't frown when he heard this, but laughed out loud and asked again, "Wen Yuan, when will you go down the mountain?" ”

Wen Yuan's voice sounded again, "If you go down the mountain just to defeat you, you are actually not worthy." ”

Su Buregret said: "If you can defeat me, you will talk." ”

Wen Yuan said: "It's just a knife. ”

Su didn't regret it and laughed angrily, suddenly pulled out his knife and pointed at Zhushan from afar, and said loudly: "Then come and try?" ”

The blade reflects the setting sun, although it is extremely ordinary, it still burns, and the sword intent gradually wins.

The clouds and mist in the mountains suddenly dispersed, and the scenery in the mountains came into view.

When everyone looked over, they saw a tall long-haired man standing high in the mountain, with black hair and a shawl, condescending.

"If it weren't for the teacher not letting me go down the mountain, and the senior brother not letting me make a move in the mountain, I would have slashed you, and it really only took one knife."

The words are full of rivalry.

Bai Jiu sat on the steps with a calm face, but in fact, he was still a little looking forward and excited.

If the two of them really make a move at this time, it must be earth-shattering and wonderful that has not been seen in a century. And although he shouldn't have such emotions, in fact, he also wants to see how strong his second senior brother with an old-fashioned personality is, and he doesn't even worry that the second senior brother will lose at all, because this is the second senior brother!

Just when everyone thought that these two real powerhouses in the world might really fight because of this, suddenly a wind came from Zhushan and landed outside the forest far away from the mountain.

Bai Jiu felt this wind, so he first smiled expectedly, and then shook his head with some regret, thinking to himself, if the senior brother was placed in the world, such a character would be ridiculed. It's so exciting, but it's gone.

"Let's go!" Bai Jiu said, then he turned around and walked up the stone steps, never looking back.

Those cultivators who didn't know the truth had not yet reacted, and they all frowned. I thought that there was going to be a fight here, and you, the little junior brother, were left like this? Isn't it too ignorant? Even if you don't do anything, it's good to watch, after all, this is what your senior brother did for you.

Maybe even these cultivators themselves have forgotten at this time, many of them still had the mentality of coming to kill Bai Jiu before, but at this time, seeing the two peerless powerhouses facing each other, it has become a mentality that it has nothing to do with themselves, and they just want to see the excitement.

But they forgot, and some do.

After the wind rose, the clouds and mist on Zhushan rose again, but they were much lighter than before.

Wen Yuan didn't make a sound, but he gently shook the wooden knife on his waist, and the wooden knife called Water Dragon Yin shook slightly, and the blade of the knife was like a water dragon chant in an instant, and the sound grew up.

Among the many practitioners in the forest, there are twelve who have entered the state of pure contemplation.

Except for Su Buregret, a clear knife mark appeared in front of the eleven Pure Meditation powerhouses who had previously revealed a mysterious aura to Bai Jiu, and they were slashed down in the twilight.

Zhushan Lingmen, the second senior brother Wen Yuan, is equivalent to slashing at the eleven Pure View powerhouses at the same time.

Compared to Bai Jiu's words and actions standing on the stone steps before, Wen Yuan didn't bother to talk to these so-called Pure Meditation powerhouses at all, and holding the wooden knife lightly was a knife.

How domineering, how unreasonable.

The next moment, several exclamations and roars rose in the forest, and a mysterious aura was everywhere. The eleven Pure Meditation powerhouses all took action to resist the moment the knife marks fell, either sacrificing magic weapons or pinching techniques, which were undoubtedly the strongest means, and in an instant, the light in the forest flashed and roared, but none of them were useful.

In the next moment, the eleven Pure Meditation powerhouses flew out upside down one after another, blood spilling from their mouths, and there was a clear knife mark on their chests. Those magic weapons that were subconsciously used to block were all broken by that knife mark, and those magic decisions that pinched their fingers were scattered into countless fluorescents. The scar slashed down and landed straight on his chest.

Wen Yuan just stabbed at random, and the eleven strong men were all seriously injured.

The forest was silent, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

That's too strong, isn't it?

Su Buregret watched the clouds in the mountain gradually thicken, and there was no next move after all. His gaze swept over the forest, and the eleven Pure Meditation powerhouses all sat cross-legged and began to recuperate from the injuries in their bodies. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sneer.

If one of these people dared to make a move, even if he didn't hurt the youngest disciple of the Ling Sect, the end would only be worse than now, and there was even the possibility of death.

Confucianism has been inherited to this day, and the master of Lingmen is worthy of being a contemporary literary saint in both cultivation and knowledge. However, this second apprentice of Lord Wensheng, regardless of his knowledge for the time being, his personality alone and his domineering meaning can also rank at the top of the entire world.

He is reasonable but unreasonable.

He is unreasonable, but he is reasonable.