If you don't accept it, you will be convinced, in fact, this is not the rule of the second senior brother, this is the rule of the academy, it is a bit overbearing and unreasonable, but in fact, before this, there are two words.

Ye Su didn't get angry, and said calmly: "The truth has nothing to do with force, even if Jun Mo can defeat me, it can't make me agree with you." The truth comes from Haotian, the truth comes from the evaluation of reality, and comes from the teachings of the sages, Mr. Big can teach me, but you can't. ”

Since it doesn't make sense, then there is no need to say it anymore, people at the level of Jun Mo and Ye Su are just talking or just limited to the words themselves, and have nothing to do with any psychological offensive, so it is meaningless.

One stood in front of the Qingxia, and the other stood in the middle of the rice field, each silent.

The hundreds of thousands of people watching the battle from the field looked nervously in the direction of Qingxia, not knowing how this battle would start, when they would strike and who would strike first.

At that moment, Ye Su made a move.

The Daomen genius's attack on the academy genius was different from everyone's imagination, there was no sky and earth cracking, no mountains and rocks rolling, no terrifying power, but it seemed extremely plain.

The thin wooden sword went from Ye Su to the Qingxia, indifferently calm and silent, the rice waves in front of the sword parted with the momentum, just like the lake gradually divided, and a willow branch in the lake rose and fell forward.

Countless eyes stared at the wooden sword, some surprised, some puzzled, and even a little disappointed.

However, the next moment, a shocking scene appeared in front of Qingxia.

With the flight of the wooden sword, a cloud suddenly appeared in front of Qingxia.

The cloud was about a few feet thick. It is extremely dark, and the thunder and lightning can be faintly seen inside, and it is very low from the ground, only more than ten zhang, and it seems to be in contact with the ground from a distance.

Qingxia exit, covered by clouds.

Between the clouds and the ground. It is the iron tent, and Jun Mo outside the tent.

The fourth senior brother took several doses of decoction and his spirits were slightly lifted. However, at this time, looking at the clouds in the sky and feeling the breath of heaven and earth contained in them, his arms holding the sand table trembled again.

He was shocked. A cultivator who is able to use such a means should have an understanding of the origin and laws of the breath of heaven and earth, what kind of terrifying process should he be?

"This is the real peak of the Five Realms, and Ye Su really deserves to be a genius of the Dao Sect. ”

The fourth senior brother looked at the wooden sword flying in the rice field, and said distractedly: "The second senior brother uses the power of heaven and earth to cut people with an iron sword, and Ye Su also uses the power of heaven and earth at this time, and the realm of the two sides seems to be ......."

Seventh Senior Sister Mu Yu said worriedly, "Who is stronger?"

The fourth senior brother said: "I don't know, probably only Liu Bai can see it here." ”

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Qingxia is covered with white clouds.

In the alliance formation of the Xiling Temple, there were many priests and cultivators, as well as apologetic cavalry. They had participated in the war in the wasteland in the spring, and they had seen this cloud, and they looked at Tang, the most powerful warrior of the wasteland, who was very wolf by this cloud, so they watched this scene. They were shocked and excited.

In the gods, Ye Hongyu slowly raised his head, looking at the white clouds, and a very complicated emotion faintly appeared in the depths of his eyes, and then these feelings were all reduced to indifference on his cheeks.

Back then, she chased and killed Longqing Guoyan in the north of the sea, which was as thin as a waist. She had seen this cloud before, so the meaning of this cloud to her was different from that to other people in the Xiling Temple.

Liu Bai looked at the white clouds in the Qingxia and did not speak.

......

......

The clouds at the green gorge were white, but because they were too low from the ground and too dense and too tight, they became very dark and black, like those dark clouds that would rain heavily in the middle of summer.

The color of the wooden sword was pale white, just like the clothes on Ye Su's body, and after flying down the field covered by dark clouds, it suddenly became extremely conspicuous, looking like a lightning bolt, slow lightning.

In the dark clouds, a bright light suddenly flashed, and then countless bright rays were born from the depths of the clouds, turning into countless lightning bolts, which looked like countless light swords, terrifying light swords.

The lightning pierced through the clouds for more than a moment, falling into the fields more than ten zhang down, followed by thunder, countless rumbling and terrifying thunder, smashing towards the Qingxia!

The armor of the second senior brother was scorched black by Ye Hongyu's 10,000-handled Dao sword fireworks in yesterday's battle, and at this time, countless bright lightning bolts fell from the sky, like countless light snakes crawling on the black soil.

He held the iron sword, his posture was straight, and his expression was stern.

The high crown was tied to the helmet armor, and it stood still in the midst of lightning and thunder.

His eyebrows didn't twitch at all.

His demeanor was so upright.

Black clouds are overwhelming, and there are thousands of lightning and thunder.

It was as if he was going to a feast.

Don't look from the sidelines, don't squint.

Don't look at the clouds, don't look at the sword.

Just looked at Ye Su in the rice field in the distance.

He raised the iron sword in his hand, flat, eyebrows, and Shi Guli.

As soon as the sword was flattened, the oncoming autumn wind was suddenly solemn, and it was silent.

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The thunder and lightning finally fell.

Countless terrifying rumbling noises sounded in front of Qingxia. Countless bolts of lightning carried a terrifying power, and almost instantaneously all fell to the ground.

The black clouds writhed restlessly, the lightning burrowed into the green mountains like snakes, and the rocks collapsed.

The second senior brother leveled the sword, the autumn wind was sudden, and the space in front of him seemed to be drawn by this wide and straight iron sword, and then turned into a box, and finally into a thin strip.

Countless bolts of thunder and lightning fell on his body, and when he entered those spaces, the lightning that should have been zigzag suddenly turned into a straight and bright line!

The lightning and thunder continued.

The blackened surface of the armor reflected lightning, getting hot and bright, and it was incomparably brighter.

The officers and soldiers of the coalition who were watching the battle in the southern wilderness felt as if they had seen a round of sun, and their eyes were pierced with great pain, so they hurriedly covered their eyes, and some people who reacted more slowly exhaled in pain.

The cultivator also closed his eyes, using his mental power to perceive the changes in the Qingxia, sensing the pure and majestic aura of heaven and earth contained in those thunderbolts, and was shocked by the wooden sword beyond words.

It may have been just a moment, but in the hundreds of thousands of people who watched the battle, it felt like hundreds of millions of years had passed.

The white clouds at the Qingxia finally dissipated, the thunder was no more, and the lightning was naturally gone.

The smoke and dust gradually subsided, and the figure of the second senior brother slowly appeared.

He stood in front of Qingxia.

The armor was as charred as before, his demeanor was as rigorous and upright as before, the iron sword was still flat between his eyebrows, and his posture was so standard that no matter how strict the professor of etiquette was, he couldn't pick out any problems.

On the ground in front of him, thousands of finger-thick black holes appeared. Each black hole is a thunderbolt drawn by Ye Sumu's sword, and the black hole is bottomless, and its power can be imagined.

What was shocking was that these black holes were all in front of the second senior brother, and the ground behind him was as flat as before.

Ten thousand thunderbolts, not a single one fell on him, nor did one fall on the iron cloak behind him!

Thousands of black holes, lined up very neatly in front of him, looked like straight lines!

Thunder and lightning have supreme power, come from heaven and earth, and submit only to the rules of nature.

However, he couldn't cross the line in front of the second senior brother.

The etiquette of the academy is the rule.

This line is the rule that the second senior brother guards with an iron sword, his etiquette.

If there are rules, they must be obeyed, no matter whose sword it is, whether it is wind and rain or thunder and lightning.

The white clouds should be in the sky, in the mountains, not so low.

How can thunder and lightning come and disturb me?

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(Today's two chapters are completed, and the writing is very refreshing, I wanted to write more, and make up for some yesterday, but the strange thing is that the cervical spine that has been fine for several days suddenly becomes extremely uncomfortable, and I still don't sleep on the pillow, and I think about it, and I find that there is only one possibility...... Slept twelve hours today and slept too much, alas. See you tomorrow. (To be continued)