The words I had said before still seemed to linger in everyone's ears.

And the result was just the opposite, if Li Xiu was serious, he wouldn't even be able to resist with all his might.

Luo Fuyuan stood quietly in place, did not retreat, the long line was behind his feet, proud as he would never be willing to retreat like this.

But he didn't move forward, the long sword was held in Li Xiu's hand lightly, but the deterrent power was extremely powerful, Luo Fuyuan's hands hung down at his side, and his ten fingers trembled in a very small amplitude, invisible to the naked eye.

Even he didn't know if the tremor on his body was the excitement of meeting his opponent or the fear of facing the green shirt.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting, I want to understand who is so big?"

A sword light suddenly lit up in the sky above Meiling, and Li Xiu was still motionless in place, obviously this sword light was not from his handwriting, and it was accompanied by an extremely frivolous voice.

Reverberated in front of the academy and reverberated over Meiling.

The plum blossoms and Qingchen on the ground parted left and right as if they had been lifted by something, and then a sword passed in front of everyone and stuck on the ground, in front of the long line, and into Luo Fuyuan's side.

There was a sound of soft footsteps, the soft sound of the soles of the feet stepping on the petals of the flowers, and a man came from a distance, stood in front of the long line, and bent down to pick up the long sword stuck in the ground.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Li Xiu.

"I use a sword, you also use a sword, since they are all sword cultivators, then go straighter, you and I will divide life and death under the sword, and decide the superior, how about it?"

This person is dressed in plain clothes, wearing a black belt on his arms, and a rope is tied in his hair, which is a filial piety dress.

From his appearance to the present, his eyes have been falling on Li Xiu's body and he has never taken his eyes off, and there is a strong and incomparable battle intent in his eyes rising little by little.

The sudden appearance of the plain-clothed young man attracted everyone's attention, it was a pinnacle battle between Li Xiu and Luo Fuyuan, who would dare to intervene?

But fortunately, although there were many people present, there were many people with eyesight, and seeing that neither of them spoke against it, the strength of the young man in plain clothes was also extraordinary.

"This sword is good. ”

Li Xiu glanced at the sword in his hand and praised it in a rare way.

"But

You are inferior to me, and you should know this better than I do. ”

Li Xiu looked at the person who came and said softly.

The induction between the sword cultivators is very pure, it is not as good as it, the sword intent that came out of thin air is very strong, but it is not as pure as Li Xiu's, nor as sharp as him.

For Jian Xiu, this is inferior, unless he has other means.

The plain-clothed young man did not deny it, with a smile on his face, he nodded very simply and admitted: "My strength is indeed inferior to yours, but I want to try to see where it is worse and how much it is worse." ”

His eyes were very clear, and he could see that he didn't know if he could enter the sea of books, he just suddenly saw that Hunting was happy, and he planned to try it with Li Xiu.

Li Xiu was silent for a while and asked, "Who are you?"

The plain-clothed young man laughed, and the long sword cut a white line in the air in front of him and quickly dispersed.

"Sword from the south, Luo Yiweng. ”

Six words came out of his mouth, and they sounded full of pleasure.

After hearing this name, the people from Huangzhou suddenly heard a gasp, and their eyes widened as if they couldn't believe the words they heard in their ears.

Luo Yiweng, ranked twenty-seventh on the list of Huangzhou Canglan, the so-called Nanlai Sword is not his title, but the name of his sect.

Nanlai Sword is a sword cultivation force, located in a corner, the power is not strong, it is a medium force in Huangzhou, and it is similar to the Ye family.

But ten years ago, the Nanlai Sword blocked the path of the Holy Sect's rise, so everyone in the entire sect from top to bottom died at the hands of the Holy Sect monks, and no one was spared.

Luo Yiweng was just an ordinary person ten years ago, a cowherd in a small village, but he was unwilling to be ordinary, and under the introduction of a senior, he went to Nanlai Sword to worship the mountain gate to practice swordsmanship, and become a powerful sword cultivator who dared to shake the heavens and the earth.

However, when he rushed to the Sword Sect in the south, he found that this place had become a ruin, and the bloody aura filled the air and refused to disperse for a long time.

Lost and depressed, he walked in the mountain gate for several days, and finally picked up a sword by chance, and the sword still had the consciousness of the contemporary head of the Nanlai Sword, and Luo Yiweng got the inheritance of the Nanlai Sword.

Soon after that day, the remnants of the sword master's consciousness completely dissipated.

That is, from that day on, the last Nanlai sword disappeared.

But that day began

, Luo Yiweng picked up the name of the Nanlai sword.

Nanlai Jianluo Yiweng began to embark on the path of cultivation, and it was not until he entered the Canglan List that this name was completely known to the world, and the pursuit of the Holy Sect began.

But a few years later, he is still alive and well, and this time he even appeared in the Tang Dynasty, in Meiling, before the academy.

As the so-called enemy was extremely red when he saw him, Luo Fuyuan's face became extremely cold from the moment he appeared, and the terrifying aura of the mountain was also crushed little by little.

But Luo Yiweng didn't seem to see it, and all the oppressive breath was dissolved invisibly by his lightness.

"You're behind me on the list, so don't be ashamed now. ”

He glanced at Luo Fuyuan, and a faint voice sounded.

"You say it again?"

Luo Fuyuan took a step towards him, and the ground seemed to shake with it.

Zhou Yuan and Miss Rui in the crowd also had cold faces, that is, the eyes of the four elders of the Holy Sect fell on his back, it is said that this Luo Yiweng is extremely talented, and he is the most promising person in the Nanlai Sword Sect for thousands of years to cultivate the Nanlai First Sword.

If he becomes the climate, even if the Holy Sect's family has a great cause, it will not be easy.

"Holy Sect's son of a bitch, do you want to die?"

Luo Yiweng suddenly shifted his gaze to Luo Fuyuan's body, the cold sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the mountain-like pressure was forced to stop in mid-air and could not fall.

Luo Fuyuan is no match for him.

This is well known to everyone, because his ranking of twenty-seven on the Canglan List is stepping on Luo Fuyuan's head.

The three of them confronted each other, and Li Xiu suddenly felt a little uneasy, which was very boring.

"Let's get started!"

Li Xiu's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the confrontation between the two.

He raised his sword high and crossed it across his chest, his gaze calm and sharp.

That's what it means to get them together.

Luo Yiweng tilted his head, seemingly a little reluctant.

Luo Fuyuan snorted coldly, and crossed his hands hanging at his side in front of his chest.

"Win me, and you'll get what you want. ”

Li Xiu spoke again.

What do they want?