The silver-white long sword, pointing at the sky, shines brightly, shining in all directions.

"Good sword!" Ji Mingyuan smiled.

The delicate saber teeth, the sword body and its lines are finely carved, ingenious, and its craftsmanship is profound. This sword must have taken a lot of effort to cast, as well as the careful nourishment and gestation behind it.

"It is rumored that when the sword reaches a certain level, it will give birth to a sword spirit, but there is some truth in it. Ji Mingyuan said softly.

According to ancient records, the spirit sword will give birth to a sword spirit when it is nourished to a certain extent, and the power of the sword spirit is unimaginable! Although it is a rumor, Ji Mingyuan has never seen it, but now he can clearly feel the abundant spiritual energy of the sword in his hand, which is similar to the ancient book records, quite wonderful.

"You still use a sword?" Zhao Tingsheng sneered.

"No, it's the first time to use it!" Ji Mingyuan said honestly.

He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has read a lot of books since he was a child.

He didn't like to fight and kill, he was willing to be a scholar, and he was just playing the piano, looking at the scenery, and herding cattle! When he grew up, he supported his master, opened a school, taught and educated people, and laughed at Hongchen, which was also at ease.

But the master always grasped his own cultivation, and he couldn't stand his entanglements in every way, so he let him go.

Since he agreed, he will do it with all his might.

In the past ten years, he has been diligent and studious, cultivating hard, and he can be regarded as a success, and his cultivation has reached the seventh level of the primordial realm, but compared to people of his generation, it is still very slow. Master will always say, "Steady and steady, thick and thin, don't be in a hurry!", and even press yourself and don't give yourself a breakthrough.

"That's right, just a poor ghost like you, how can you forge a sword?"

"The sword is a gentleman among weapons, but it's a pity that it is a killing weapon in the end!" Ji Mingyuan looked at the long sword in front ......of him and sighed, and then looked at Zhao Tingsheng in front of him and smiled.

"Qiang !!"

The long sword danced for nine days, and the sword turned around, cutting through the sky, and making a sound of breaking the sky.

"Bell !!"

"Whether you kill or not, it all depends on the person holding the sword!" Ji Mingyuan smiled.

"What!" Zhao Tingsheng said in shock.

Ji Mingyuan accurately pointed the two swords against each other, the long sword roared lightly, and the two swords were aligned.

"Bang!"

Ji Mingyuan stepped on the ground, his momentum was extremely domineering, forcing Zhao Tingsheng to take a step back.

"Waste, die!" Zhao Tingsheng said coldly, a sword shook Ji Mingyuan's sword, and at the same time he was shocked. The hardness of Ji Mingyuan's body and the strength of his strength were shocking, and Zhao Tingsheng felt that he might not be able to beat him at the same level.

How could he tolerate this kind of guy to live? I will definitely kill him today, Zhao Tingsheng said in his heart.

The sound of the long sword breaking through the sky echoed, the wind howled, like a tiger roaring, and the strength was as heavy as a mountain.

"This strength is nearly a thousand catties, right?" Ji Mingyuan said in his heart, although Zhao Tingsheng's sword was not as fast as his own, but the strength was terrifying, and the gap in cultivation was too big, and there was still no way to make up for it easily.

"Ah......" Ji Mingyuan snorted lightly, and the long sword in his hand danced!

"Since one sword can't work, then two swords, three swords, a hundred swords, and a thousand swords!" Ji Mingyuan roared, the long sword in his hand danced, the sword shadow danced wildly, and the sword wind roared.

"You give me death!" Zhao Tingsheng's voice was like a fierce tiger, roaring loudly, and the bloody sword in his hand was slashing with blood, slashing one after another.

The fire splattered between the two, and the white sword qi and the inky black sword qi accompanied by the blood light raged in all directions, and the sword wind that cut through was rolling and whistling.

"It's so intense!" exclaimed the returning audience.

"He can actually fight General Zhao Xiao!"

"Can you even compete with it and not fall behind?"

Even Li Yixuan, who was onlookers, was surprised: "This young man has extraordinary swordsmanship talent!"

He also heard it just now, Ji Mingyuan used a sword for the first time.

At first, it was jerky, and the move was slightly uncomfortable, and he was forced to retreat by Zhao Tingsheng, but then it was like a human sword in one, and the gods descended to earth, and the sword momentum was so fast that it was in a trance. The shadow of the sword is shaking, the afterimage is constant, which makes people inscrutable, and the attack is tricky, making it difficult to avoid.

"Ah!!h

The clothes of the two were flying, inch by inch, blood splashed in the sky, Zhao Tingsheng's armor was pierced, the armor of his left hand was cut off, and the junction was cut off by Ji Mingyuan, dripping with blood.

Ji Mingyuan is also not having a good time, his cultivation is far from Zhao Tingsheng. The clothes on his upper body were torn, and a large cut was made in several places, and blood flowed to stain his white-clothed clothes red. A bloody mark was cut on the handsome cheek, and the blood slid down, but he was not afraid and the offensive did not decrease.

"Break!" Ji Mingyuan let out a low snort, and shook Zhao Tingsheng's long sword away with a sword, and stepped forward with a palm!

Zhao Tingsheng was shocked, he couldn't take advantage of Ji Mingyuan, his armor was torn and his clothes were ragged, and he was slashed by Ji Mingyuan, and he was passively slapped at him.

With a bang, the two of them shook away.

"Ahem!" Ji Mingyuan stepped back two and a half feet, his long sword stuck in front of him, leaned down, clutched his chest and exhaled. His face was slightly pale, and he coughed up a large patch of blood in his mouth, but he looked indifferent and smiled slightly.

Zhao Tingsheng stepped back a foot, stomped down steadily, and stepped on the wooden beam on the spine to crack, and sawdust splashed everywhere.

He gritted his teeth and coughed lightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha...... Waste is waste, and you want to compete with me? Zhao Tingsheng looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was loud, resounding in all directions, and a battle suit danced, like a god of war bathed in blood, and the gods and martial arts were unparalleled.

"Looks like the winner is decided!"

"This young man is already very powerful, he can fight with him so far, and if he doesn't die, he can boast about it. An old man shook his head and sighed.

After all, it is difficult to overcome. Zhao Tingsheng is already a genius, and his cultivation is profound, and he is almost invincible at the same level. Few people of the same age can compete with it, even some respected elders are full of admiration for it, calling it "a genius that has not been met in a century".

"Hehe......" Ji Mingyuan sneered.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Tingsheng also sneered.

"You've lost!" Ji Mingyuan said calmly.

"Hahaha...... You want to defeat me, too? Hahaha...... Look, you are kneeling on the ground, and I am still standing upright, you are just a stepping stone on my path to enlightenment!" Zhao Tingsheng sneered, and waved his long sword, as if he had the momentum of directing the country, heroic and domineering.

Ji Mingyuan was beaten to his knees by him, coughing up blood, how could he be defeated?

Ji Mingyuan ignored his proud Nine Heavens eyes, and stood up with his sword. The body trembled, looking like it was blown by the wind, and it would be blown down in the next second, weak and weak.

Ji Mingyuan squinted at Zhao Tingsheng, the long sword was withdrawn into the scabbard with a turn, the sword in his left hand turned around behind him, his posture was upright, his right hand was stretched out, his index finger and middle finger were together, hooked, and said with a smile and provocation.

"What is he going to do?" The people watching the battle below were confused, and they saw that everyone was in a fog, and they didn't know why, and they didn't know what Ji Mingyuan wanted to do.

Even Ye Tianwan was at a loss and ignorant.

"Proud?" someone sighed, Ji Mingyuan did not admit defeat, but it was difficult to win after all.

Zhao Tingsheng frowned, his forehead was bruised, and the long sword stabbed Ji Mingyuan's throat, roaring angrily, "Die!"

The long sword pierced straight through, shining in the scorching sun, the light was bright, the blood light was suppressed, and a sword stabbed at Ji Mingyuan's throat.

Ji Mingyuan closed his eyes, turned his face to the side, and turned his back to everyone, as if he was in the realm of heaven, comprehending the world and the world, leisurely, enjoying it, and ignoring the next sword kill, ignoring it.

Seeing that he had no intention of fighting back, everyone was terrified, and the adults covered the children's eyes to prevent the children from seeing the bloody scene that followed.

Seeing Ji Mingyuan close his eyes, Zhao Tingsheng sneered, and with a turn of the sword, a sword stabbed Ji Mingyuan in the cheek!

Zhao Tingsheng felt that he was angry when he looked at the delicate and elegant, leisurely and quiet face, and decided to destroy this face first.

The blade of the sword is approaching......

"Bell !!"

"What!" Zhao Tingsheng was shocked.

"What!" Li Yixuan was shocked by Zi Xun who was smiling on the side.

"What!" everyone in the audience was shocked.

Ji Mingyuan's left hand carried the sword unchanged, his right index finger and middle finger were close together, and his fingertips were holding a long sword with bloodshot spreading.

"Why bother with this?" Ji Mingyuan opened his eyes and looked at him, his delicate side face made Zhao Tingsheng's heart beat with shock, his heart palpitated, and he felt cold.

"You ......" Zhao Tingsheng exclaimed, he wanted to pull the sword back, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it, as if the sword was on it, and he didn't move.

Ji Mingyuan smiled lightly, pinched his fingertips, and pulled to the side, Zhao Tingsheng's eyes widened, and he was pulled over by Ji Mingyuan.

Let go, white as a wisp of mist, gather your palms, and blast out with one palm.

With a steady and muffled bang, Zhao Tingsheng let go of the long sword, and with a miserable scream, the whole person flew backwards, blood sprayed from his mouth, splashing all the way, and the bloody sword was inserted into the roof tile with a thud.

A palm was knocked out by Ji Mingyuan three zhang away, and he fell to the ground, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, the whole person trembled, and his eyes turned white.

"What happened?"

There was a sensation in all directions, and the sound was loud and loud.

The invincible General Zhao Xiao was beaten into the air, fell to the ground, and shook in all directions.

Under the attic, as well as in the nearby attic, there are many people, shouting loudly, and they are even happier than the parties concerned.

This world admired powerlessness, cheering for Ji Mingyuan's victory, and praised it loudly, even the disciples of the Gu Immortal Pavilion nodded and sighed.

"For ...... Miscellaneous...... What?" Zhao Tingsheng reluctantly regained some of his senses, and looked at Ji Mingyuan with an unconvinced expression. He was beaten to the ground, lying limp, weak, daring to speak out but unable to do anything.

Ji Mingyuan walked forward along the ridge of the house with a long sword on his back, the breeze was blowing, and he smiled indifferently, "You are very strong, but it's a pity that you are too stupid!"

"You ......" Zhao Tingsheng was furious, but he was so angry that he coughed up blood again, and he couldn't scold.

"Bang!"

"Ah......" Zhao Tingsheng screamed like a pig killing, loud, miserable, and piercing.

"Those who insult others will be humiliated forever!"

"I have no enmity with you in the past, and I have no grudge recently, but because of your own selfishness, you have come to provoke me three times and twice, seriously injured me, and even wanted my life, have you ever thought of being trampled under my feet like today?"

Ji Mingyuan stepped on the tiger's head on his chest, causing him to vomit blood. The words were like knives, piercing his heart, making him angry and murderous, but he had no power to fight back.

By now, everyone was quiet and listened to him.

"I'm curious why I was defeated?" Ji Mingyuan sneered.

"Are you really so stupid that you don't even know that your medicine has worked?" Ji Mingyuan sneered, stepped on his tiger head, leaned down and looked at him with disdain.

"......" Zhao Tingsheng came back to his senses at this time, and then he felt his physical condition, and the blood-colored spirit patterns covered in his body were long gone, but why did this happen? The effect of the Lieyang Pill is a quarter of an hour, how can it be so fast?

"Do you want to ask why the effect of the medicine is so fast?" Ji Mingyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and said quickly.

"People have twelve meridians, as well as eight strange meridians, which complement each other and are the foundation of cultivation!" Ji Mingyuan said calmly.

Xiu Xian asked that is to let the spiritual power circulate, gather, and use in the special meridians.

"Your Tianfu, Taiyuan, Lingdao, Purple Palace, Tianchi, Shenzang, and dozens of acupuncture points of all sizes have been cut off and blocked by me, not to mention urging spiritual power, if you move now, it is very likely that you will bleed and die violently!" Ji Mingyuan smiled lightly.

In the process of sword fighting, it is difficult for him to cut its vital points, but he can gather his spiritual power to the blade of the sword, and stab out with a sword, plus this sword is extraordinary, it is still possible to break through its defense and hit the acupoint.

The meridians are the channels through which the spiritual power flows, and his Lieyang Pill is not that the medicinal effect has passed, but the spiritual power has been cut off by Ji Mingyuan and cannot be used.

With the move of sealing the sword with his fingertips, he was no longer able to urge the slightest spiritual power, and it was difficult to use any of his strength, how could he beat Ji Mingyuan.

Zhao Tingsheng's face was like ashes, just like what Ji Mingyuan said, he tried to urge spiritual power, but it was useless, and even the blood in his body flowed backwards, wanting to collapse, which made him suffer from unbearable pain.

Ji Mingyuan put away his feet and leaned forward, punched Zhao Tingsheng in the face, and punched him so that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his head was dizzy, and he fainted, and then he got up and said with satisfaction, "This is to pay off the previous account!"

Half an hour later, Ji Mingyuan and Ye Tianwan sat under a pavilion, and Ji Mingyuan howled.

"Look at you!" Ye Tianwan snorted, but looking at Ji Mingyuan's scars, he wailed, and he still couldn't bear it.

"Hehe!" Ji Mingyuan smiled, did not talk back, his face was delicate and docile.

Now his shirt was peeling off, and he was wrapped in bandages, many of which were dyed scarlet.

Ji Mingyuan smiled and looked into the distance......