The full moon hangs high, and Penglai Island at night has a unique scenery, the tide rises and falls around the island, and wave after wave of waves crashes on the trees on the edge of the island, making a crashing sound.

The place where Penglai Island entertains the disciples of Qingxiamen is dozens of huts made of nanmu, which are exquisite and elegant and carefully selected, showing the wealth and heritage of Penglai Island.

Ye Yun stood outside the hut, looking at the silver moon and frowning slightly, at this moment, Gao Qiang walked out of the hut and walked to Ye Yun's side, he looked at Ye Yun with a helpless face, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Ye, why don't you rest, tomorrow's battle will not be so lucky." ”

At the end of the disciple battle during the day, Gao Qiang found Ye Yun in the square, Gao Qiang, who was injured at the time, thought that Ye Yun did not participate in the disciple war, after some conversation, Gao Qiang knew that Ye Yun and he also won, and when Gao Qiang learned that Ye Yun had won, he shouted that the two of them had gone shit.

"Senior Brother Gao. Ye Yun looked at Gao Qiang, whose left arm was wrapped in a strip of cloth, and was deeply surprised, he didn't expect that Gao Qiang, who was of the same strength as him, would also win the daytime competition at the cost of a minor injury.

"Senior Brother Ye, I'm still thinking about the things during the day. Gao Qiang's face was bitter, and the loss of Qingxiamen during the day could be described as heavy.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about tomorrow's war. "Ye Yun, Dao.

"Oh. ”

Gao Qiang responded, stood in place, quietly looked at the bright moon in the night sky, and after a while, Gao Qiang looked slightly tired, and said, "Senior brother, rest early." Gao Qiang turned around and walked slowly into the wooden house.

Ye Yun looked at Gao Qiang's back, thinking for a moment, and then he turned around and walked towards a hill in the distance.

Sunrise, dawn.

There were nearly 100 disciples standing on the sword practice square on Penglai Island, and they came here early, waiting for Yu Sen, the master of Shura Island, to preside over the disciple battle.

A brownstone path connected to the sword practice square, there were bursts of fierce quarrels, and from a distance, Yu Sen, Lu Teng, Liu Lie, and Han Qing were talking fiercely with each other.

Liu Lie's face turned red, he stared at Yu Sen with an angry expression, and roared angrily: "Lord Yu, today's disciple battle, I hope you don't arrange the disciples of Shura Island and the disciples of Qingping Sect together. ”

Yesterday, in order to maintain the venue, Liu Lie originally consumed a lot, at the end of the disciple war, he saw most of the Qingping disciples who were killed and injured, he was very angry, today, seeing that the disciple war was about to be held, his heart was full of anger.

"Sect Master Liu, what do you mean by this, the top three this year, but if you are going to enter Penglai Pavilion, don't you have confidence in your disciples? Those Shura Island disciples who participated in the war are the same age as your disciples. Yu Sen's face did not change, he looked at Liu Lie sternly, and said.

Liu Lie snorted coldly and said, "It's ridiculous, who doesn't know that the disciples of the Shura Island lineage have all been trained on Shura Island for a year, not to mention, the strength of your disciples who participated in the battle is in the sword master realm." ”

Han Qing interrupted the conversation between the two, looked at Liu Lie, and persuaded: "Don't you know about the matter of Penglai Pavilion, have you forgotten the price we paid back then?"

Liu Lie looked at Han Qing, whose face was like frost, his heart trembled, he turned his head and glared at Yu Sen fiercely, and was silent.

"Lord of the Cold Sect, you haven't sued me yet, what kind of evil sect exercises did your Qinglian Sect disciples use, so that my Qingxia Sect disciples couldn't parry?" Lu Teng's gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

"Master Lu, I can't tell you, the exercises are obtained by the masters of my Qinglian Sect at a very heavy price, and they are the secrets of this sect. Han Qing said softly.

"You, why haven't I seen this exercise in previous years, you don't make it clear today, and you have cultivated well. ”

Lu Teng shouted angrily, saying that if he was angry, he would be angry, his eyes were fixed, and a little star appeared in his eyes, the stars were like bright stars in the night sky, and the stars in the sky turned into two rounds of golden scorching sun, the scorching sun emitted a dazzling light, with the power of shining on the earth, and the two golden lights broke away from the golden scorching sun, and shot towards Hanqing like a meteor.

Han Qing looked at the golden light shooting towards him, and did not make any movement, at this time, Liu Lie took a natural step and blocked in front of Han Qing.

Burst.

Liu Lie didn't resist, the golden light didn't enter his body, his body trembled slightly, a trace of blood red appeared at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Lu Teng, and said, "Senior Brother Lu." ”

Lu Teng stared at Liu Lie deeply, the stars flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he said, "That's it." ”

"Don't argue with the masters. Yu Sen looked at the three of them and stretched out his hand to point to the sky, indicating that the time for the three of them was not early, and the disciple battle was still going on.

Lu Teng, Liu Lie, and Han Qing each snorted coldly, ignored Yu Sen, and walked towards the square by themselves, Yu Sen looked at the backs of the three of them, and sneered.

The sun is like fire, the end of spring and the beginning of summer.

Yu Sen, Lu Teng, Liu Lie, and Han Qing stood side by side in the square, and in front of them stood more than ninety disciples who were about to participate in the battle.

Yu Sen looked at the disciples in the square and shouted: "Due to the large difference in the strength of the disciples participating in the disciple battle this time, so, for the sake of fairness, a one-on-one mixed battle will be adopted today, that is to say, your opponent will be assigned immediately, and your opponent may be a former friend and fellow disciple, I hope you each have a preparation in your heart." ”

After saying this, except for the disciples of Shura Island, the other three disciples fluctuated a lot, but as the disciple battle began, all kinds of voices disappeared into the tense atmosphere of the disciple battle.

Ye Yun stood in a light mask on the square, looking at a Qingping Sect disciple named Wang Yi opposite, who had just entered the arena, and the two fought tentatively, Ye Yun found that the other party was a strong swordsman, and Ye Yun called himself unlucky in his heart.

Among the disciples who participated in the disciple battle this time, in addition to the fifty sword masters on Shura Island, there were only a handful of sword master disciples from the other three sects, which showed how unfortunate Ye Yun was.

Zheng.

A sword sounded, Wang Yi held a sword and rushed straight to Ye Yun, this person galloped in the sword moves endlessly, from a distance, like a well-read Confucian scholar, the sword moves are elegant and chic, not impatient, sometimes flowing clouds, sometimes free and elegant.

Whew, the wind protruded, the sword moves changed drastically, Wang Yi raised his hands and feet, making people feel like facing a fierce general, his body was vigorous and resolute, like a golden iron horse like a giant roaring, for a while, the wind and clouds around his body surged, and countless air explosions continued to sound.

Airplanes.

Tens of millions of sword moves are classified into one sword, Wang Yi simplifies the complex, a sword pointed out, an invisible sword qi training first crashed into Ye Yun, the invisible sword qi training was too fast, and layers of qi waves were generated around it, and the qi waves indirectly and continuously hit the light mask with the sword qi as the center, and the light mask kept sneering.

Boom, the light mask maintained by the Sword Emperor powerhouse shook slightly, and the disciples who were watching the battle around them opened their mouths slightly, looking nervously at Ye Yun standing in the light mask, all guessing how Ye Yun would fight back.

Gao Qiang stood outside the light mask, looking at the sword qi that crashed into Ye Yun, his heart was beating, he asked himself, he couldn't take this sword, this is the huge difference in the realm of strength.

All kinds of words are just a matter of moments, Ye Yun's eyes are sharp, although Wang Yi's real sword has not reached Ye Yun's body, but the lightning-like invisible sword qi has already made Ye Yun feel dangerous, and the black robe on Ye Yun's body was violently shaken by the impact of the air wave, as if it could turn into rags at any time.

This is the realm of the sword master, the yuan sword in the sea of qi is solid, and the spiritual power in the body is injected into the sword weapon in the hand, which can send out the invisible sword qi of the Dao, and the lethality of the sword qi is not weaker than the close-range sword attack, and what is even more terrifying is that the sword qi has long-range killing ability, which makes the strong below the realm of the sword master fearful.

Looking at the fierce sword qi, Ye Yun moved his somewhat numb body that was impacted by the qi waves, with a faint mysterious smile on his face, and said secretly: "Let me experience the true battle of the sword master realm."

With a loud shout, Ye Yun raised the long sword in his hand, looked indifferently at the blue sky and the scorching sun, and directly ignored the roaring sword qi training.