Lin Mo was shocked, and quietly narrowed the distance, who knows if Jiang Yanyue still has a hidden and unrevealed killing move? Lin Mo didn't want to lose his luck in the evening.

Suddenly, I heard Yan Ci stroking his palms and praised: "Senior brother is amazing, but it's a pity that if you want to defeat Yan, you almost have the means to press the bottom of the box." ”

Jiang Yanyue sneered: "It's just a warm up, the show hasn't started yet." ”

The sword spits out again, abandoning the changes in the bells and whistles, and the swordsmanship is neat and vigorous, majestic and majestic, and the momentum like a waterfall is so overwhelming that it is difficult for people to breathe.

Yan Ci's expression was calm, and the iris sword in his palm trembled inexplicably.

An indescribable emotion suddenly lingered in Jiang Yanyue's heart, he seemed to realize that he could reach the infinite sky and the earth, as if he smelled the smell of the wind and the smell of clouds, but when he collected his mind and examined it carefully, he could not find it everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a mysterious and domineering sword intent flowing on the stage, the sword intent was like a tide, but he didn't see the sword light, Jiang Yanyue sniffed the dangerous breath and was shocked.

Yan Ci lightly raised his sword and swung it, and a touch of purple and gold sword light traveled smoothly without stagnation, and it suddenly floated like a cloud of smoke.

In an instant, time and space seemed to have stood still, and Jiang Yanyue was firmly imprisoned in place by the unpredictable sword intent, watching the purple gold sword light cut through the void and rushed to the center of his eyebrows, and was bluffed out of his body.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and suddenly a white and flawless light shield fell out of thin air, protecting Jiang Yanyue's body tightly and seamlessly, and the purple gold sword light crashed into a crackling sound, and then disappeared in ashes, and the abundant sword intent was helpless against the light mask.

Jiang Yanyue woke up like a dream, stared at Lin Mo and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for saving me!"

Lin Mo Zhengse said: "According to the truth, if you are not invaded by the sword intent, you will not have the strength to fight again, remember to face the enemy in danger, and your mind will be destroyed." ”

Then he glanced at Yan Ci, who was panicking nearby, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you are just a first glimpse of the sword intent, once you use it, it will be difficult to control, how can the old man blame?"

Yan Ci bowed and said, "Thank you, uncle, and ask for forgiveness." ”

Lin Mo smiled and said nothing, Jiang Yanyue looked at Yan Ci with complicated eyes, and said calmly: "I am not as good as others in my skills, and my junior brother doesn't have to blame himself." ”

Lin Mo said: "Talking about the same door, victory or defeat is like a breeze in the ears, don't ignore the friendship of the same door." "The two of them are only claimed.

After this battle, Yan Ci easily advanced to the top ten, and the news that he was a disciple of his own spread spread far and wide, listening to Li Luotang say that this son is still a little alchemist, and suddenly there were many discussions in the garden, mostly praise.

On the Tao event, the masters gathered, and the people who qualified the Tao and the law against the sky sprung up like spring springs.

For example, the next round of discussion of the Liudanyuan Qu Yuyi, once it became famous, it was hot.

Her eyebrows are as cold as frost, the proud plum in the snow must be poured out of the water of the glacial lake to be conceived, the hollow valley orchid-like temperament must be sucked all over the mountains to carve, the eyes hook the sun and the moon, the clouds and temples are stained with smoke, and no matter how precious the ink and pine smoke can not depict the beauty of the prosperous world.

The audience applauded thunderously, and the handsome male cultivator blushed his face, and he was quite pitiful and cherished when he started, for fear that a beautiful girl on the opposite side would accidentally hurt her.

It's a pity that Qu Yuyi was merciless, and with a few waves of his incense sleeves, he threw the commentator out of the ring.

The next competition was a little stalemate, and there were two monks who were evenly matched, which slowed down the progress of the fight.

At this time, the momentum in the shocking ring was extremely loud, and a woman in white clothes like snow, with her eyebrows curved like Hengyuanxiu, and her clear eyes were like water, corrected and Han Bing Fighting Method.

This woman held a fairy sword with dazzling red light, and the sword light collided like a fiery firebird, and the momentum was scorching.

Han Bing's body was surrounded by frost, and the ice magic power was displayed heartily.

Where the lotus moved, the flowers of the ice cubes bloomed under the feet, and the sword of sorrow flew and waved with the power of the ice, and it was slow down.

The sword walked lightly and swiftly, blooming with the sound of jade hitting each other, the waves of ice and spark swept arbitrarily, and the light curtain on the edge of the ring was overwhelmed, and suddenly collapsed in the crisp abnormal sound, and the avatar scattered a little spiritual light.

The strong wind blew on the face, the onlookers were shocked, the protective light curtain was extremely tough, and it was difficult for ordinary fusion period monks to destroy it with thousands of blows, but they were defeated by the remaining strength of the two women and scattered into stars, what kind of supernatural power could have such a prestige?

Someone was surprised: "Needless to say, the Sorrowful Luan Sword, but what treasure is in the palm of the Shusha Qingying?

Yu Lu watched the battle beside the speaker, and said in a low voice: "This is the famous emperor feather sword of the Shusha family, in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor's important minister Shusha boiled the sea for salt, and the Yellow Emperor took the horns of the ox and fused many immortal materials such as three-legged black tail feathers to cast and give this sword. Once it is cast, the heat wave rolls and burns the sky, which can almost be compared with the three divine treasures of the main garden. ”

The man suddenly said: "I see, then it seems that it is unknown who will win and who will lose on the stage." ”

Yu Lu shook his head and said: "Qingying is the heavenly lady of the Shusha family, and she only entered the main garden to practice a few years ago, but I am afraid that the exquisite magic technique will not be able to resist the junior and younger brothers. Han Bing's advanced fusion period is still shallow, and he may not be able to win with a divine treasure in hand. ”

Yu Lu has always had a unique vision, and the man was convinced when he heard it, and said with his head bowed: "If there is a chance another day, Du wants to understand the magic power of the Emperor Feather Sword." ”

Yu Lu smiled: "If the junior brother has a heart, he will always encounter opportunities." ”

That person's surname is Du Ruozhou, and he is not a small name in the garden, and the fusion period monk who evaluated Tong Meng's fighting method a few days ago is this son, just looking at his calm and relaxed appearance, it is estimated that there is no shortage of means.

As soon as the ruling elder repaired the light curtain, the two beautiful figures came and went back and forth and fought fiercely again.

Shusha Qingying's slender hand spit out, and the Emperor Feather Sword released dozens of scattered fire feathers.

The fire feather was in a trance for a while, and it turned into a three-legged black beast with a gorgeous tail and a full body of fire, and the three-legged black monster screamed and rushed straight towards Han Bing.

Han Bing flew in the air, the green silk danced, the sword in his hand was blue, the phoenix roared, and a blue light and a blue light phantom suddenly burst out.

The three-legged black eyes showed fear, but he couldn't help but be urged by the mana of the sand Qingying, and he still had the courage to peck after being stunned slightly.

Qingluan screamed, and also raised his claws to catch it head-on, and the fire feathers and green shadows suddenly shone in the ring, and the gorgeous and colorful feathers were fluttering.

The three-legged black body is agile, but the phantom of Qingluan is sluggish. However, Qingluan's reputation as the chief of a hundred birds is not false in the end, and its lightness is not enough, but it is better than suppressing it in strength.

The three-legged black pecked and bit many times, but did not give Qingluan substantial damage, but Qingluan's occasional peck or claw, forcing him to run away.

At this point, the drawbacks of Han Bing's lack of cultivation were gradually revealed, and Qingluan Phantom was naturally slightly superior, but when fighting with the three-legged black, they were good at winning, and after all, it was because of the lack of mana.

The real Qingluan Bird stood proudly on the pavilion, looking at the battle situation with blazing eyes, full of eagerness to try, if it weren't for Liu Ruoxi's best to appease, I was afraid that he would have already rushed to the ring to comprehend the lesson.

The eyes of the star of Shusha Qingying condensed, and after a coquettish sound, the mana surged, and the three-legged Wu's body suddenly soared, and he turned into the size of Qingluan.

Han Bing was bitter when she saw this, the enemy's pure and domineering fire spell faintly summoned the fire aura hidden in her body, and the strong collision between the three-legged black and the Qingluan phantom made her heart and blood churn.

Han Bing clenched his teeth, his fingers flexed and stretched rapidly, and the volley of the Sorrowful Luan Sword buzzed in the air.

Suddenly, there was a heavenly cry, and a red phoenix phantom hovered all over the body.

Qingluan's phantom trembled, and then led his neck to roar, abandoned the three-legged black, and fluttered away.

The clear blue sky is brighter, the faint clouds flow, the rain is sprinkled one after another, and the sky is singing with a clear sound somewhere, and it is also frustrated, tactful and melodious.

The bubbling charm, like a trickle flowing through the heart, is indescribably soft and tranquil.

The red phoenix and the green luan are lingering, the gorgeous and beautiful tail feathers are gently caged, a peck and a drink are interesting, and the luan and phoenix are singing, and the affection is long.

On the dojo, everyone is relaxed and happy, this harmonious and intimate scene is forgetful.

The shadow of the red phoenix and the green luan danced slowly, without the slightest smell of fireworks, and rolled towards the clear shadow of the sand.

Liu Ruoxi's deeds flashed at a glance, she showed off her feet, and suddenly floated into the ring and said: "Han Bing, stop, you have already lost." ”

After saying that, Hao raised his wrist, threw out a blue light to cover Chifeng Qingluan, and dragged it into the sword of Sorrowful Luan.

Han Bing's face showed a strange red, he didn't dare to disobey the will of his master, and he gently nunu his mouth, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The dojo was boiling and the earth was shaking, praising the name of the Divine Sword of Sorrow, and it really lived up to its name!

Han Bing stood beside Liu Ruoxi and still didn't dare to squeak, Liu Ruoxi complained: "Several times, several times, several times, you must not cast fire spells, but you don't listen!"

Han Bing said softly: "The disciple is confused for a while, and I hope that the master will forgive the sins." ”

Liu Ruoxi said: "The situation is not optimistic, if you allow Yanyang's spirit body to awaken, even the garden master will be helpless." ”

Mentioning this, Han Bing was disheartened, but he didn't dare to despise the master and said calmly: "The spirit body is the life of the disciple, and the master is far-sighted, and he should know that he can't force it." ”

Liu Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, gently pulled Han Bing's hands, and sighed lightly: "I hope that day will come as late as possible." ”

The words were so embarrassed that Han Bing listened to it in his ears, his nose was sore, and tears almost rolled down.

After a whole day of competition, the grand meeting officially came to an end.

Yu Dushui took the stage and said in a loud voice: "The list of this year's Dao competition has been released, and you can check it on the Dao list." In this event, there is no lack of unicorn talent emerged, sincerity is a great joy of the garden, but the winner does not have to be arrogant and the loser does not have to be discouraged, I hope you will ask with your heart, and then raise the prestige of the same dust in the future. ”

On the jade list is a list of disciples who have won the Dao.

The disciples in the fusion period include Yu Lu, Li Suyan, Du Ruozhou, Shusha Qingying, etc.

The top ten disciples in the rotation period include Nightingale, Ouyang Xiaorong, Qu Yuyi, Jiang Shuyue, Xia Lian, Li Yedi, Yan Ci, etc., and Jiang Yanyue and Lin Hao are in the top 20.

Advanced teams such as Feng Glaze, Mu Yao, etc. are impressively on the list, and the failure of Lian Zong and You Hancai's teams to win a place made Yan Ci quite unexpected, presumably because they met a team on the list and were unfortunately eliminated.

A law enforcement disciple approached the group cultivator and said, "Everyone, please go back first, after the law enforcement hall checks the rewards in a few days, I will ask the law enforcement monks of each academy to come and distribute them." If you have nothing else to do, just stay in the cave and wait. ”

The group cultivators were either overjoyed or depressed, and so on.

After that, he did not leave, and continued to judge the winners around the discussion list.

Han Bing quietly accompanied Liu Ruoxi all day long, Yan Ci squeezed his eyebrows and slipped around the neighborhood several times, but Han Bing didn't notice it at all.

Yan Ci didn't dare to come close to disturb, and his heart was worried.

Now that Liu Ruoxi saw that the matter of the Tao was over, he took Han Bing and went back to Yanfeng.

Seeing this, Yan Ci was so disappointed, he immediately stopped staying, and took the fairy sword back to Dicui Courtyard.

The end of the event was accompanied by an indescribable sense of loneliness, and I felt a lot when I recalled the experience of the past few days.