Lu Yun, who had a clear mind, held Hanjiangxue tightly with his right hand, and his left arm danced like light and shadow.

Her left-handed sword is no less proficient than her right-handed.

This left-right fighting technique is one of her achievements in the past ten years.

And the short sword in her hand was the second sword she brought out of the sword shrine, and it was also the second fragment.

Name...... Tail back needle.

The mouth of the green bamboo snake, the needle behind the wasp tail.

This sword is different from Han Jiangxue's stability and sharpness, it takes a fast and strange path.

This is a sword dedicated to assassination.

Legend has it that a hundred years ago, there was a monk who was short in stature, and when he became an adult, he was only eight years old and a child, and he was born with a cripple, and all kinds of pills could not cure him.

can cultivate, but his qualifications are mediocre.

He went to the major sects to apprentice, and was repeatedly rejected because of his ugly appearance and ordinary spiritual roots, but he did not give up.

In order to be able to become a monk, he studied the left side of the door, and the sword of the tail needle was built by himself after several years, and the swordsmanship created by himself was even more treacherous and ruthless.

Since then, he has become a ghostly existence in the cultivation realm.

This is a sword cultivator who is free from the two realms of good and evil, as long as you are willing to pay, he will dare to kill anyone.

The demon giant, the power of the sect, the countless people who died in the hands of the other party.

From the beginning to be spurned, then everyone was afraid.

This sword cultivator, known as the Wasp Daoist, was a legendary figure at the beginning.

After his fall, the sword was included in the sword mound of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

And this sword, like its owner, is like a ghost, and disappeared without a trace in the sword mound on the day it was recorded.

Before Lu Yun, many people tried to find this sword in the sword mound, but they all failed.

When she entered the sword mound, the sword did not appear for the first time.

It was only after she got Hanjiang Snow that she strengthened her sense of herself and the fragments, and only then did she realize this tail needle hidden in the shadows.

It's always there, every time someone enters the sword mound to get a sword, it hides in the shadows, snooping, joking.

At that time, it also took some effort for her to catch the sword.

The only people who knew the existence of this sword were a few people around her.

This was the first time that the tail needle had appeared in her hands, and the shock caused to Tang Yanming caused his attacks to be a little sluggish.

And this hesitation, in Lu Yun's eyes, is a fatal weakness.

On the cliff wall, swords intersected, and the sound of contention was endless.

The short sword flew like a butterfly in Lu Yun's palm, and his left hand deftly bypassed the opponent's attack, and the blade pierced Tang Yanming's shoulder, nailing it to this cliff.

"Ahh

The howl of pain made people cringe.

Lu Yun took the opportunity to break the other party's right hand, Tang Yanming's five fingers were forced to loosen, and the short knife fell.

His whole body hung and staggered in the wind.

Lu Yun grabbed the other party's neck, and the sound was like a bell.

"Who's behind you?"

The five fingers tightened, and Tang Yanming's cheeks were swollen and red from the thin oxygen.

The wings of the nose are dilating and the pupils are dilating.

He opened his mouth and tried to breathe, feeling the hand that was holding his throat.

What he saw when he raised his eyes was the killing intent in Lu Yun's eyes, like snow in winter, without seeing the temperature.

Tang Yanming was in pain, but he didn't admit defeat.

Under Lu Yun's questioning, the corners of his mouth were torn apart, revealing a hideous smile.

Lu Yun ...... It's not going to end. ”

It's not going to end.

"Haha...... Ahem, hehehe......"

Laughing miserably, Tang Yanming's intact left hand rose together, slashing at Lu Yun like a knife.

When Lu Yun was dodging, his blood-stained teeth bared, and his left hand was rerouted to his shoulder, and he forcibly pulled out Lu Yun's short sword.

"Die!"

This is the final call of the dying man.

Lu Yun, who recaptured the short sword with his backhand, naturally loosened his grip on the other party.

Tang Yanming, who had lost all his support, was like a bird with folded wings, unable to fly with his arms outstretched, and could only return to the embrace of the earth.

In the end, what I saw was Tang Yanming's smiling face full of distortion.

The clouds and mist covered everything, and Lu Yun coughed a few times, forcing the smell of blood in his throat.

"Senior Sister Lu, are you okay?"

In the voice of concern from Liu Ru below, Lu Yun threw the tail back needle and accurately pierced the cliff wall above.

She gathered all her spiritual power on her right arm, kicked her lower limbs hard, and pulled her arms up at the same time.

On the way to the air, Lu Yun let go of his right hand, and his foot successfully stepped on the hilt of Han Jiangxue's sword.

The little spiritual power that remained was no longer retained, and poured out of the nest.

Her body rose in the air, jumped up a long distance, and then with the help of the tail and back needles that had been placed in advance, she went up again.

The whole process is smooth and smooth.

Also in this short period of time, many disciples in front of her were surpassed by her.

This extreme method is to give up thinking about his own life and take Lu Yun's last desperate gamble.

When Lu Yun's hand successfully grabbed the edge of the cliff, a smile appeared on his face.

Behind her, Feng Yuyao, who was only half a meter, could only watch Lu Yun surpass herself with all her strength, and turned over to the top of the cliff.

The wind on the cliff suddenly stopped at this moment, and half of his face was covered by sweat-soaked hair.

Lu Yun beckoned, took back the two swords, and the bell on his waist rang crisply.

She looked at Jing Kite not far away, showing a happy expression.

At this moment, Lu Yun's eyebrows and eyes are open, wild as the wind.

"1st place...... Ask Tianfeng under the land rhyme. ”

During the entire process of climbing the cliff, many disciples had accidents, and Jing Kite just stood by and watched, and he didn't even have any emotions.

Only at this moment, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she quickly calmed down.

The ensuing proclamation continues.

"Second place Feng Yuyao, third place Song Xiao ......"

Led by Lu Yun, the follow-up disciples gradually reached the top.

They looked at Lu Yun's thin figure with complicated eyes.

was seriously injured, and was attacked on the cliff, but in the end, Lu Yun surpassed everyone and reached the top.

On the high cliff, the sky is clear.

The girl's thin back is as straight as a bamboo, and the red on the green clothes is so burning that people dare not look at it directly.

"Eighth place Liu Ru!"

After Liu Ru got the last place, it meant the end of this selection.

Many of the disciples below showed annoyed expressions.

Some people choose to give up, and some people are still persevering.

There are more and more people on top.

Lu Yun looked at the crowd, with deep thought in her eyes, she stepped forward and took out the projection stone.

"Disciple Lu Yun, I have something to tell you."

The projection stone began to play under Lu Yun's operation, which was the scene when Li Yan died.

Many people don't know why, and some people realize something, and their expressions gradually become solemn.

That's demonic energy.

It's light, but it's real.

It wasn't until the contents of the communication jade slip appeared that in an instant, everyone's eyes locked on Feng Yuyao.

Feng Yuyao...... Want to kill Lu Yun?

Or do you use the means of demon cultivation to kill people with a knife?

All kinds of doubts flowed among the disciples, and at this moment, Feng Yuyao, who was the center of the crowd, turned pale.

She took a step forward and looked at Lu Yun in disbelief, as if she had been betrayed by her important person.

"Fifth Elder, I, Feng Yuyao, would never do such a thing in collusion with demon cultivators."

"Senior Sister Lu, why are you doing this to me?"

One sentence of explanation, one sentence of inquiry.

The pain on Feng Yuyao's weak face was distressing.

That sense of innocence makes people feel that she really hasn't done anything.

In the tearful eyes, they are innocent.

Song Xiao held Feng Yuyao's body, and looked at Lu Yun with a murderous expression: "Yuyao won't do this kind of thing." ”

"Lu Yun, what are your intentions?"