Seeing the young man climb the mountain wall full of long swords like a bird leaping into the sky, many of the teenagers present let out a sound of amazement.

This kind of body method is not something that ordinary cultivators can perform.

"He is the young master of the moon cold?"

Hua Beiqing raised her head slightly, and asked Ji Peiran beside her expressionlessly.

Ji Peiran nodded, "This son is the extremely famous young master of Yuehan. ”

This fame, of course, refers to notoriety.

The young master of Yuehan has been pampered since he was a child, arrogant and domineering, and he can already be regarded as full of evil at a young age, if it weren't for his father's great power, I'm afraid that the enemy he made would be enough for him to die without a place to be buried.

But it is precisely because of this that he is accompanied by a very old manager and many servants in this competition, and the strength of these people is enough to ensure that he will not be sought revenge.

Hua Beiqing hummed softly, withdrew her gaze and stopped looking.

Speaking of which, he also had some slight friction with this young master of the moon cold, but that was a long time ago, and now that he has cultivated a lot, his heart is already different, and he can't afford to worry about anything with a gentleman.

As for the young master of Yuehan who was in the limelight this time, Hua Beiqing didn't even have the interest to take a second look, because he couldn't pull out any sword at all, even if he used a wonderful body technique to reach the peak of the mountain wall, in the end, it was just a laughing stock.

Sure enough, when the young master of the moon cold climbed to the highest point of the mountain wall, he found that the wind here was a little cold, the sunlight here seemed a little gray, and those originally bright and vivid scenery had lost their color in this side of the world.

He swallowed, a panicked look in his eyes, but the thought of so many pairs of eyes looking at him at the bottom of the mountain stimulated the competitiveness of the young man's heart again, and he tilted his head sideways and began to search, and finally fixed his gaze on a strangely shaped long sword.

The gauntlet of the sword had two metal ornaments that extended outward, but a closer look revealed that the shape of the thing was actually the claws of some kind of creature.

The young master of Yuehan took a step forward, his palm stretched out, and when he was only a little away from the hilt of the sword, he paused, and finally held it ruthlessly!

At the same time, the eyes of many disciples under the mountain only saw an extremely dazzling light flashing from the top of the mountain, as bright as the second sun!

No one could open their eyes, except for those whose strength had reached the Earth Yuan Realm or above.

A touch of surprise flowed in his eyes, and then he pressed his thumb on his knuckles, and spit out a very strange syllable in his mouth, like the language of some ancient creature, after this voice was spit out by him, it gradually spread out, turning into a shocking roar, dispelling the dazzling light.

Quan Tianxin, who was standing beside him, squinted his eyes, although he was very calm on the surface, he had already set off monstrous waves in his heart.

The first is that the young master of the moon cold can actually trigger the mutation of the famous sword and produce such a huge vision of heaven and earth, and the second is that the syllables that Huang Quan just spit out are obviously a kind of dragon language.

The dragon clan is one of the most powerful beings in the demon clan, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the emperor of the demon beasts. Dragon language is a special power born with the dragon family, it can take the power of heaven and earth without cultivation, just like a key, and this heaven and earth is a treasure chest, dragon language opens the treasure chest, then the treasure inside is naturally at its disposal.

The syllables spit out by Huang Quan instantly dispelled the light in the sky, which meant that he had used the dragon language to open up some kind of power related to light.

After the terrifying light disappeared, the young master of Yuehan standing on the top of the mountain was already paralyzed on the ground, the strange long sword was not pulled out by him, but its appearance had been completely renewed, there was no trace of erosion of time, and it was not like other long swords, the color was as gray as the mountain wall, it seemed to be infused with new power, so as to obtain a full life.

The white-faced middle-aged man flew up to the top of the mountain very worriedly, picked up the young master of Yuehan, who was already scared, and said with concern: "Young master, are you okay?"

The young master of Yuehan had a dull look, still looking in the direction of the top of the mountain, looking at the long sword that emitted a ghostly light, and then cried out.

This cry came too suddenly, and many people looked at him in dismay, some puzzled, some pondered, and of course disdainful.

The disdainful gaze was naturally those disciples who knew that the Burial Sword Peak was powerful, and what they despised was also the incompetence of the young master of Yuehan.

"Okay, is there anyone else who wants to try it?" Ming Huangquan waved his hand, and an inexplicable and peaceful power enveloped the young master of Yuehan, instantly stopping his crying, but his consciousness was still a little unclear, and Ming Huangquan looked around at the other disciples present and asked softly.

This time, no one really planned to speak, because after seeing the tragic scene of the young master of Yuehan, they all felt that this Burial Sword Peak was a bit evil.

In the crowd, Jian Qi, a middle-aged man from the Sword Peak, sighed, looked at the several long swords on the Burial Sword Peak, and said: "The predecessor of the Heart Sword Sect is really extraordinary, his realm should be like the ancestor, almost surpassing the Sword God." ”

Ming Huangquan didn't open his mouth to answer, because he didn't know what kind of realm Xin Jianzi, one of the founding patriarchs of the Qishan Sect, had reached, of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't think too much, because cultivation was a struggle to move forward, and since Xin Jianzi had become a person of the past, there was naturally not much need to mention him again.

Jian Qi touched the little boy named Jian'er beside him, and said with a smile: "Jian'er, there are many swords here, and even a few famous blades that we are looking for in Sword Peak, do you want to try it?"

On the sword courage of Sword Peak, he is naturally a genius with the strongest bloodline of a kendo cultivator.

But this little boy was still too young, he looked blankly at the gray sword shadows on the top of the Burial Sword Peak, shook his head, and nodded again.

Quan Tianxin sneered on the side: "I have heard that the prestige of Sword Peak is the number one in the world, but I don't know what great ability this little doll can have." ”

Jian Qi smiled gently, he was still stroking Jian Er's head, but there was a faint murderous intent in his eyes.

He glanced at Quan Tianxin and disdained to talk to him, but Quan Tianxin also felt the killing intent of this swordsman.

"Hmph. Quan Tianxin snorted coldly, looked up at those long swords, the covetous color in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and he also turned his inquiring gaze to Hua Beiqing.

But Hua Beiqing didn't bother to look at him at all, just closed his eyes and recuperated himself, as if this sudden sword draw had nothing to do with him at all.

After Ming Huangquan saw Jian'er, his heart suddenly moved, and he said, "Let this kid try it." ”

After Jian Qi thanked Huang Quan, he pulled Jian Er out of the crowd, then squatted down and straightened his entire clothes, as well as his hair, and said with a smile: "It's like a normal practice, just call the sword." ”

Jian Er was ignorant, nodded timidly, and then Jian Qi returned to the crowd, his eyes wandered, and then he locked on to Bai Yang, who was in the team of the Xuanjian Sect, and smiled inexplicably.

"Lin Feng, you have obtained the Sword God Inheritance, you should know these two people, right?"

Jin Wu looked at Jian Er and said with some uncertainty: "This kid is very powerful?"

Lin Feng's gaze was always on Jian Er, and he nodded quite solemnly: "This kid is the sword gall of Jian Feng, and that middle-aged man is the apprentice of the contemporary sword god, named Jian Qi." ”

"Apprentice of the Sword God, isn't that very powerful?" Jin Wuleng paused for a moment, and then asked, "What is the sword gall?"

When Lin Feng heard this, he was about to speak, but Jian Er had already raised his little hand, his faint eyebrows condensed into a ball, and then he stretched out again.

Buzz Buzz ......

Everyone heard the sound of extremely chaotic swords, first in the crowd, then on the huge mountain wall, and each sword began to tremble as if in fear.

Lin Feng's eyes widened, and he said in a low voice, "It's here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword hanging from his waist flew out first, and flew towards Jian Er with a whoosh.

"Oh no, get out of the way!"

Some disciples with excellent eyesight found this scene, and the kind-hearted ones had already shouted.

But the speed of the long sword was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already behind the room.

However, the blood splattered three feet they expected did not appear, and they saw Lin Feng's long sword spinning around the room like a docile pet, making a cheerful sound from time to time.

But this was only the beginning, and the crowd began to fly out of the long swords one after another, forming a dense sword net around the room, which was very spectacular.

The shock he brought was not only these, the originally dead and silent Burial Sword Peak suddenly began to tremble, shedding countless stone slag and dust.

One, two, three, four--countless long swords flew up from the mountain wall of the Burial Sword Peak and joined the sword net beside Jian Er.

These swords used to belong to the most powerful people on the continent, but now they are like toys in the hands of children, spinning rapidly around Jian'er's body.

"Is this the power of the Sword God bloodline?" Bai Yang was also a little shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. However, what made him quite strange was that his Qingtian Xueluo Sword did not react at all, on the contrary, Qingtian Xueluo, who was in the dust of his battle crystals, also sent out an extremely dissatisfied divine thought, as if he was angry at Bai Yang for having this thought.

"The sword god bloodline is certainly powerful, but don't forget, this blue sky and snow fall has reached the realm of human sword unity with you, and it has been contaminated by the power of the gods, how can it casually surrender to a doll?"

After laughing, the master said, "Although there are many famous swords on this Burial Sword Peak, the most powerful ones are all sleeping on the peak. With the power of this little doll, even if they were awakened, it would be impossible to make them surrender. ”

Hearing this, Bai Yang glanced at the Burial Sword Peak, and sure enough, he found that those long swords on the top of the mountain did not have any abnormal movements.

But at the moment when this thought just appeared in his mind, a black light rushed up from the top of the Burial Sword Peak, and it ran through the sky very domineeringly!

Then everyone could only see a black shadow emerge from the top of the mountain, stabbing straight towards the crowd.

The person standing in that direction is none other than Bai Yang!