"You've got a very good look at it right now, and I'll dig it out as a gift and give it to you. ”

Tang Mengxing flicked his fingers and looked at the young man who had stepped into the ring step by step, there was no emotion in his voice, like an experienced hunter facing a prey that had been planned for a long time.

There is no way for this prey to escape from the palm of his hand.

So there was no nervousness in Tang Mengxing's eyes.

If you don't have nervousness, you naturally have no fear.

A fearless person is truly powerful.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Some of the sect masters saw the strange atmosphere in the field.

The aura of that place seemed to gradually become strange as the young man who stepped into the ring moved.

It was as if a fire was slowly rising, burning in a barren field, like a light rising into the sky, wanting to tear apart the dazzling sun in the sky.

Yes, the boy's breath had a faint smell of sunshine, comfortable, warm, but with a fierce flame of fire.

"This young man?" Elder Tsing Yi's eyes moved, and he looked at Qiu Pingfan.

Qiu Pingfan smiled and stopped Elder Tsing Yi's impulsive words.

"Make a move. Tang Mengxing spread his hands and looked at Bai Yang levelly.

There seemed to be a monstrous wave on his chest, but there was obviously nothing there, but it made the onlookers feel a sense of suffocation.

"Night Feather Gong Tenth Weight!"

A young man in the crowd muttered, his voice so abrupt in the silence that everyone around him could hear him.

Some of the sect disciples of the Xixuan Continent did not look very good, the burly young man named Xingtian before had only cultivated the Night Feather Skill to the eighth level, and he already had that terrifying might, since Tang Mengxing had already reached the tenth level of the Night Feather Skill, wouldn't he have become invincible in Dingyuan?

Everyone couldn't help but look at the handsome young man with a stable temperament, wanting to see how he would deal with Tang Mengxing, who had such strength.

But disappointingly, the young man did not make any movements, like a statue standing on the edge of the ring, let the invisible waves of qi rush in, he seemed to turn into a reef in the sea, immovable.

"He does have an invisible sword bone, yes, the Xuanjian Sect actually has such a young man with such delicate roots, it seems that there are people in Xuanjianzi's sword moves. ”

Some people in the stands praised and some disdained, and some people looked at the ring with a solemn expression.

They all wanted to know what the boy could do.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move?

That is stupid in the eyes of many grandmaster-level powerhouses, without that kind of bearing and realm, if you want to imitate this way of Dacheng, you can only draw a tiger and not an anti-cat, in the face of the enemy's thunderous and rain-like offensive, if you want to not move, then you must have absolute confidence, confident that your strength can completely suppress the other party.

But in the face of Tang Mengxing, the senior brother of the Falling Night Sect, who in the audience dared to say that he had this ability?

No one was silent, and even some had stopped breathing.

Their eyes were all cast on the two figures, and finally, they saw Tang Mengxing move, and there seemed to be countless lights flickering between his hands, and even intertwined into a starry scene under the night.

This is the embodiment of Ye Yu's cultivation to the depths, if his skills go further, he will be a powerhouse in the Earth Yuan Realm, and he will also be able to cultivate a special realm.

But even if this is the case, just with his current cultivation, it is not difficult to crush the young man in front of him.

Within one breath, Tang Mengxing had already crossed both sides of the huge ring and rushed to the young man, his body jumped up slightly, his right hand condensed the night light, and said softly: "Close your eyes and sleep." ”

The sound of the words sounded, like a soul-hypnotic sound, which made the spectators in all directions look swayed.

The boy still didn't move.

But there seemed to be a star twinkle in his eyes, and a black sachet on his waist moved.

"Huh?"

Several sword masters in the crowd felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't see anything wrong, and the powerhouses at the level of the sword dao sect master tightened their eyebrows, and they couldn't say how to describe this sudden sword aura.

But there was a rickety old man in the stands who suddenly stood up, his wrinkled face was full of old tears, and his cloudy eyes burst out with an astonishing light, looking at the young man trembling.

The sword aura is near.

Tang Mengxing sensed that something was wrong, the palm that should have been slapped down did not fall for a long time, and the words that were choked in his throat also suffocated back into his stomach with the amazing sword qi, and in a hurry, he could only fly backwards, and at the same time, the soles of his feet brushed the ground, and with a fierce shock, his body flew more than ten zhang again.

Even so, the ends of his hair that fluttered in the wind, and the hem of his clothes that swayed were cut off in that moment, and they remained at the boy's feet forever.

There was a loud bang, and at the moment when Tang Mengxing pulled out and flew by, it resounded throughout the ring.

A huge crack appeared inch by inch across the two realms of the ring, and the smoke and dust that swept up a foot high obscured the young man's figure.

A silver bolt suddenly swept away the smoke and dust, and exposed the shocking crack to everyone's eyes.

It was an irregular scar, but on the side in front of the boy's toe, the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been split alive by a sharp weapon.

The silver light that swept away the smoke and dust fell into the young man's hand, turning into a snow-white long sword, he clenched the hilt of the sword, and with a light tap on his toes, he jumped over the crack and looked at Tang Mengxing.

Tang Mengxing touched the smooth fracture at his cuff, and the sharp and cold feeling just now crossed his skin, leaving an extremely deep impression on him.

He grinned and smiled heartily, "This is the fight I want." ”

"If that's the way you want to die, then I'm happy to help you with it. The long sword in the young man's hand hummed, and the ground condensed into white frost.

When the sun is in the sky, there is a sense of sadness in the ring that is at the end of the snow.

"Blue Sky Snow Falling Sword!"

Some veteran swordsmen with excellent eyesight saw the snow-white long sword clearly, and their eyes were split, and they couldn't sit still at all.

The woman in the red robe looked even more crazy, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise and a trace of fear, staring at the long sword as white as snow, and said sharply: "How can this kid have a blue sky and snow falling? ”

"That's right, as you think, this young man is the disciple of Shizu. The old man with tears in his eyes stood up straight, and for a moment he seemed to have regained his spirit, and his momentum was domineering: "Slut, everything you did back then, you must pay the price you deserve!"

"Ghost old man, don't talk nonsense here, how can he take in apprentices in the autumn seat?" The red-robed woman didn't care about being insulted, her voice trembling a little, as if she had some last luck.

Yes, as the sect master of the Red-clothed Sect, she actually felt fear from the bottom of her heart just because of a sword and a name that had been sealed for many years.

The old man sneered, and with the support of his apprentice, he crossed a few tables and walked to the red-robed woman, and laughed in a low voice: "Practicing red makeup, do you know that you are scared now? How did you get the position of the sect master of the red-clothed sect? and on what basis did you become the position of the sword seat of the Sword Peak?"

He stared at the back of the red-robed woman with fierce eyes, and then did not continue.

People who know what happened back then naturally know what he said, and if he doesn't know, no matter how much he says, he will only be regarded as a crazy old immortal.

The red-robed woman named Lian Lian had blue lips, and her frightened eyes stared at the person and sword in the ring, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak anymore.

Of course, some people in the stands who didn't know the origin of the blue sky and snow also recognized this famous blade created by the Zhuge family, and its previous owner was Mo Bai, a very famous hero hundreds of years ago.

"Xueza's saber, I can't imagine that it will fall into the hands of such an unknown junior, it's really a tyrannical thing. ”

Some people sighed, some people disdained, that Tongtian-level famous blade, in the hands of a young man in the Dingyuan Realm, what is it if it is not a tyrannical thing?

"He's going to take out his sword, let's see how much cultivation his sword has. "The sect master of the Eastern Capital Heavenly Sword Sect is a middle-aged man who looks magnanimous and strict, he doesn't have too much to say about the battle in the field, and he doesn't care who the famous sword of Qingtian Xueluo's level falls into, as long as the other party is a sword genius, even if he doesn't cultivate, he is worthy of this sword.

So he spoke, and the stands were quiet again.

In this process, Qiu Pingfan has been speechless, but his gaze fell on a corner of the square, and he said in his heart: "Bai Fusheng, you really can't help it." ”

"Night feather concentrates, turn the sky. ”

Tang Mengxing glanced at the long sword in Bai Yang's hand, chuckled and opened his hands, a black feather appeared on his fingertips, he twisted his fingers, and the feather turned into a pitch-black sickle.

This kind of strange weapon, although Bai Yang has never seen it a few times, but there is no slightest slackness in his heart, the blue sky snow fell sharply, and the famous move of the Xuanyue Yantian sword reappeared, the sword qi overflowed a hundred feet, and Ling Tou was a snow-white sword light, swallowing the sound of the dragon's groan.

"Burial Moon Slashing Dragon!"

The dragon roar is not an arrogant and domineering groan, but an unwilling roar when he is dying.

With a sword, the corners of Tang Mengxing's mouth raised slightly, and the sickle swept away, approaching the snow-white sword qi.

I only heard a violent and piercing sharp sound burst out of the air, and the black scythe shook slightly, scattering the sword qi that overflowed the sky, and the snow-white light fell, shattering the move.

"Sure enough, it's the big disciple of the Falling Night Sect, and the strength is different!"

Someone let out a heartfelt exclamation, of course, this praise also included Bai Yang.

Whether it was the sword qi that suddenly erupted, or his subsequent move to bury the moon and slash the dragon, it was an incomparably amazing move.

But can he really defeat Tang Mengxing?

Not too many people think that way.

Tang Mengxing was holding a black scythe, and the whole person was like an incarnate madman, and the blade was heading, and the space was violently vibrating one after another.

The Falling Night Sect has three Zhen Sect exercises, and the Night Feather Skill is only one of them, and there is also a sword move called [Broken Soul], which is combined with the holy weapon Black Feather of the Falling Night Sect, which is known as a move to kill gods.

What Tang Mengxing was holding was Black Feather, and what he was using was the Soul Breaking Sword Move.

"A feather is dead!"

The scythe fell from the sky, like a black crescent moon, cutting through a perfect arc, Bai Yang struck each other with his sword, after a few collisions, his wrist was slightly numb, he knew that this was Tang Mengxing's strength was too fierce, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little cold.

"With my current strength, there are still people who can make me feel so difficult, this Tang Mengxing is really not simple. Bai Yang's mind sank slightly, and the secret luck in his body was ten thousand waves, and the blade of the sword changed again, like a rainbow light through the sun, almost to the extreme.

A cold wind blew, just now Tang Mengxing could be sure that it was an illusion, but now, he was sure that there were really snowflakes in front of him, and he felt a trace of real cold.

His long-standing intuition made him subconsciously feel dangerous, and his desperate move directly turned into a defensive position, the black scythe cut a semicircle in front of him, and the pitch-black knife light seemed to touch something in the snowflakes, making a crisp sound of bells.

It's so fast!

Tang Mengxing just wanted to take advantage of the situation, but found that his attack fell short, his pupils shrank, and he wanted to try to see the hidden mystery in the snowflakes, but a chill came from behind, making him hurriedly turn around to resist.

Another crunch!

But this time, a full six sharp rays attacked from different directions, which made Tang Mengxing tired of coping, and his face showed a little irritability.

"Hundred Feathers Shattered Soul!" The world-shaking move, he urged the true yuan to run out, and directly slashed towards the six sharp rays, vaguely Tang Mengxing felt the unshakable huge force that made his body retreat sharply, and the figure in the snowflakes was also forced out like this.