The thirteen disciples of the Sword Pavilion are famous all over the world, and the seventh and eighth are the same as the sword spirit, they are the people who were born with the sword, and they are destined to be the path of the sword in their lifetime.

Since then, they have also studied and become famous all over the world, and eventually became disciples of the Sword Pavilion, known as one of the sharpest fourteen swords in the world.

Except for the first four disciples of the Sword Pavilion, who were accepted a hundred years ago, the remaining disciples, the eldest, were only in their fifties.

This is measured by the scale of a monk, and can even be called a teenager.

The seventh disciple is named Liu He, who is in his thirties. His eyebrows are like willows, his sword is like willows, since the beginning of the path of cultivation, outside the Sword Pavilion, he has never been defeated in the same realm of swords, except for the few hidden monsters of the five realms in Middle Earth, there are very few people who are qualified to be his opponents.

No matter how humble the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are on the outside, they are proud in their hearts, and this pride borders on arrogance.

So the swordsman felt very strange.

This trip to the Dragon Mother Banquet was ordered by the third senior brother to come, although he didn't know what the purpose was, but Liu He had always respected the third senior brother, so he didn't ask the reason, and came with a sword for thousands of miles.

Since then, he has been incognito, and although everyone knows that the Sword Pavilion is coming, they don't know who it is.

The sword attendants can also understand that the master is afraid of trouble, not to mention, the world they are in is completely different from these cultivators who seem to be in the clouds, one in the clouds and the other in the mud.

It's just that she never thought that her master would have the idea of drawing a sword.

Although the sword body of that unknown woman is worthless in Mr. Seven's mouth, in this world, even if you can let Mr. make a sword, it is something to be proud of. If that woman knew that it was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion who defeated her, she should also feel that although she was defeated, she would still be honored, and she would never forget her life.

While the swordsman was thinking about this, Liu He had already reached the third floor.

He walked gently across the steps, like the sea breeze blowing the tide and the lake wind asking the willows, so the waves rose spontaneously, the willows danced by themselves, and his depressed realm was like a new sprout drawn out in the cold winter, slowly blooming.

At this moment, on the fourth floor, Lu Wedding is standing on the side of the Lotus Sword Pool.

The sword tower is the largest of all the buildings, and it is also the most complete building with the prohibition protection, because the sword is the most unreasonable, sometimes the sword is defeated and does not accept the victory, and it has to be divided between life and death, and then fights.

Lu is the fastest of all to climb the stairs.

When the sword was compared, everyone reported to their families, and some of them could say a long list, such as "The chief disciple of the Ten Thousand Worlds Immortal Sect is not a vulgar lineage, and Ouyang Jian, who has won the leader of the Six Peaks." ”

Then he lost faster than he could have reported his home.

Not because of anything else, just because Lu Marry's sword intent is too incredible.

The sword tower is only a sword compared to a sword, and whoever has the sword intent after a sword is still there will win.

And Lu Marry's sword body can assimilate the sword qi of the rest of the people into his own.

And on the fourth floor, no one took the initiative to choose Lu Marrying as an opponent.

She was not in a hurry, and sat down to drink tea by the lotus platform.

"When did this Middle Earth produce a sword immortal like you?"

In the end, the rest of the people finished choosing their opponents, and a man had no choice but to go to the opposite side of Lu Marrying. He looked at this beautiful woman, and he also sighed in his heart, thinking that such a woman with a beautiful appearance and swordsmanship is as clean as the lotus in this pool, it stands to reason that she should have been famous in all directions a long time ago, why has he never heard of it?

Lu put down the teacup and said, "I'm from Nanzhou." ”

After hearing this, the man was even more shocked, thinking that such a barbaric place in Nanzhou could produce such a sword immortal?

He took out his sword after saluting with Lu Marrying.

He knew that he was no match for the woman in front of him.

Lu will not underestimate the enemy because of the victory...... Ever since she lost to Ning Changjiu that day, she no longer had the slightest distraction and contempt for whoever she was fighting against.

But Rao was so focused that her mind was still distracted by the rest of the game as it was about to begin.

She subconsciously glanced towards the entrance of the stairway.

The narrow corridor is the only way to reach the top of the Sword Tower.

Anyone else coming?

Lu Marry felt the sword intent.

Those who can go to the fourth floor are the best in kendo.

But Lu married and still had the illusion that the sword that slowly ascended the stairs was aimed at him.

Click.

Footsteps were heard by all.

The sound of sword striking all over the building was drowned out by the slight footsteps.

And they all looked at it.

"I'm late and sorry to disturb you. Liu He's appearance is mediocre, it can only be said that he is a little sharp, and the sword he is holding in his arms is also mediocre, it is the sword he bought when he first practiced swords, and he has never changed it.

But the people present are not stupid, they know that who can appear here is an ordinary person?

The moment he appeared, all the swords couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if they were afraid and surrendered.

"Mr. Liu, are you Mr. Liu from the Sword Pavilion?" someone guessed this possibility and couldn't help but drink it.

For a while, the people in the sword tower had no intention of competing with swords.

When the news of the announcement that the Sword Pavilion was going to recruit the fourteenth disciple, many of the sect's Tianzong wizards were also eager to try, and their sect did not regard this matter as a betrayal, but felt that the glory of the ancestors.

The only one who can have this treatment is the Sword Pavilion. And the Sword Saint of the Sword Pavilion is undoubtedly the first in Middle-earth and the first in the world.

Ryuhe listened to their noisy discussions, and lightly slammed his fingers into the void.

The sound of the sword suddenly sounded, and the sword tower was silent.

"Liu came here on the spot, and he also knows the rules of the sword building, you are better than the sword, don't care about me. Liu He smiled indifferently and slowly walked into the building.

After everyone knew his identity, the demeanor of this ordinary-looking man in their eyes overshadowed all the famous sons.

"Mr. Seven is also here to compete with swords?" After being shocked, someone couldn't help but ask the doubts in their hearts.

Liu He nodded lightly: "Exactly." ”

They knew that someone from the Sword Pavilion was coming, but they never thought that Mr. Seven would come to compete with the sword in person.

In the entire Dragon Mother Banquet, except for the Dragon Mother who rarely shows up, who can be Mr. Seven's opponent?

But everyone's morale is not low, what an honor it is to feel the sword intent of the Sword Pavilion once?

On the fourth floor, only Lu was always calm.

She stands quietly on the side of the lotus pond, like a quietly hanging painting, and the person in the painting has exhausted his life's danqing technique.

But the dissonance soon appeared in the painting.

Because Liu He looked at her.

His gaze was obviously gentle, but it was like a sword, and just one glance made Lu Marry's natural sword intent no longer perfect.

Lu Married was indifferent to his gaze, and just asked lightly, "Are you here to find me?"

This phrase falls on the ears of different people, and the meaning is completely different.

Some people admire, some people feel arrogant, and some people scoff, thinking that you were cold and arrogant before, like a lotus fairy, but now when you see the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, you also take the initiative to invite the battle, wanting to win the attention of the other party, heh, it seems that the arrogance is not a disguise, and the fairy can't escape fame and fortune after all.

Liu He's answer also surprised everyone: "I went upstairs for you." ”

This sentence is a bit provocative and a little ambiguous.

Lu married and frowned slightly.

The rest just thought she was flattered or nervous.

But Lu Marry felt a little disgusting.

Although she had never been to Middle-earth in the past, who in the world did not know the name of the Sword Pavilion?

In her heart, the Sword Pavilion has always been a holy place for sword cultivation.

Although this seventh gentleman of the Sword Pavilion is strong, there is a huge gap between him and the disciple of the Sword Pavilion in her heart.

When the man opposite Lu married heard Liu He say this, he hurriedly got out of the way.

Liu He smiled slightly, and walked to the opposite side of her with a sword.

The two are separated by a lotus pond.

"Your sword spirit is not well cultivated. "Yanagi gets straight to the point.

Lu asked if she asked, "What do you think?"

Liu He was not stingy, he slowly drew the sword in his sheath, and said with a smile: "The sword spirit is the same body, as the name suggests, the sword is also a spirit, and it is a spirit that can fit itself and is extremely powerful." However, you are in a hurry to refine the sword fetus directly into your body, in exchange for making the sword body a little tougher and the sword qi sharper...... He got the sword, but he lost his spirit. ”

Lu Zaimari didn't know if what he said was right, but her sword body was refined for a long time, and of course she believed in her husband more.

But even so, she knew that she might have to stop at the fourth floor.

Lu Marrying said indifferently: "There is no need to draw the sword." ”

Yanagi's action of drawing his sword continued, but he never drew his sword.

The hearts of everyone in the audience were stunned by his movements, and it was not until Lu Married opened his mouth that he drank through this seemingly casual but terrifying action.

Liu He was not annoyed, just smiled and said, "It's not bad." ”

"Out of the sword. Lu married.

They are all sword spirits, and the sharpest sword is never a foreign object, but itself.

Liu He's palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and slowly pressed the sword back into its sheath.

At the same time, Lu also made a sword drawing action.

But what she drew was a sword imagined by her mind.

Between the retraction and the pulling, the sound of the sword is clear.

The water surface in the center of the lotus pond is separated.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two people standing opposite each other in the northwest corner of the Sword Tower.

Ning Changjiu also looked at the northwest corner.

On the fourth floor of the chess building, an old man came from there and sat down slowly.

He leaned his cane on his side on the wooden table, glanced at Ning Changchang, and made a mockery.

Ning Changchang sat upright and returned the courtesy.

He could feel that the realm of this old man was only higher than his own.

In fact, few people in this chess building know this once famous old man.

The old man's invitation was borrowed from a junior of the sect - he hadn't played chess in many years.

Ning Chang looked at him deeply.

Guess first, move chess.

The old man insisted on white first.

The chess pieces fell on an empty chessboard, like a snowflake falling on the wasteland.

After Ning Changjiu played three games, he went all the way from beginner to proficient, and he didn't have the initial nervousness, but replaced this emotion with caution.

He also picked up his chess piece and fell.

The sword tower is also like a game against the sword.

The two of them first competed for momentum, and when the sword intent condensed, it was like a point, and then it expanded rapidly, turning into a surface, and then turning into a three-dimensional sword domain, including the other party, and falling the rain of sword intent on the other party's body like Ling Chi.

Therefore, whose sword momentum starts first largely determines whose sword domain is the first, which is particularly critical to victory or defeat.

Lu Zaimari pulled out her fantasy sword.

Although the sword is illusory, the sword intent is like the cracking of the strings of the pipa, noisy and cut, and it is also like a meandering spring, like a sting.

In the sword tower, the sword intent is sad. The rest of the swords in the building were infected, and there was a mournful tremor.

It was the sound of the evening breeze passing through the gaps in the countless nights of the Heavenly Cave Peak.

Yanagi was unmoved.

His action was obviously to retract the sword, but the sword qi on his body was sharp and unsheathed.

Lu married's sword accident is sad on the surface, but it is magnificent on the inside.

But in any case, he is a willow.

There are willows in the spring breeze, and willows in the winter snow, no matter how warm or cold you are, he is safe as usual.

In front of him, it seemed that an absolute realm composed of sword qi had risen in front of him, and when all the sword intent of Lu Marry swept in front of him, it would turn into a torrent and separate to both sides.

Previously, Lu had assimilated countless sword qi, but this time, it was like encountering a stubborn stone that could not be ignited, and he couldn't take it for himself at all.

Lu married and drew his sword, and Liu He pressed the sword back.

In the invisible sword intent, the two armies clashed, and in the lotus pond, the boiling pool water was lifted like a rain curtain.

The rain curtain turned into raindrops and fell.

Black pieces also rained down on the board.

The old man looked at the chess, smiled, and said, "The young man wants to come from a famous family, right?"

Ning Changchang smiled: "Chess will not change the rules because of the level of origin. ”

The old man nodded slightly, knowing that the disciples of their sect were not allowed to report their homes when they went out to walk.

The battle on the chessboard is tense and intense, and every bad value consideration of each move can cause significant losses in the medium term.

But off the chessboard, they began to make small talk.

"When I was as young as you, I also came to the Dragon Mother Banquet a few times, and the Caiju Immortal Palace at that time was not as beautiful as it is now. The old man said as he straightened the pieces on the board.

Ning Chang said: "I think Mr. Lai was also a romantic figure back then. ”

The old man smiled and said, "It's all more than two hundred years ago. ”

Ning Changjiu frowned and said, "The old gentleman has been injured?"

More than two hundred years old should not be so old for the Purple Court Realm.

The old man smiled and nodded: "When I was young, I was competitive and fell into a lot of diseases, so don't learn from me." ”

Ning Chang said: "The old gentleman is also here to see the Dragon Mother?"

The old man nodded and said, "I have a confusion in my heart, and I don't want to die with doubts, so I want to ask her." ”

Ning Chang said, "What questions?"

The old man didn't say it directly, but said, "Don't you think it's strange that the Dragon Mother has no heirs under her knees, but she is called the Dragon Mother?"

Ning Chang said: "It's very strange, dare to ask Mr. what is the reason?"

The old man smiled and said vaguely: "Because of the Dragon Mother, her existence is far more than three hundred years." ”

More than three hundred years, the Mother of Dragons, Ning Chang has captured a trace of something.

After Ning Changjiu was slightly distracted, the old man had already chosen a place to fall and landed a son in a solid manner.

Ning Chang looked at the current situation and fell into deep thought.

The old man no longer looked at the chessboard, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting in a fake sleep.

He originally thought it would be easy, but he didn't think that he would consume so much mental power...... The old man also felt a little tired.

Ning Chang looked at this game of chess and found that it seemed to be evenly divided on the chess surface at the moment, but in fact, his chess had already torn a hole, and the calculation after many breakpoints was very troublesome, and it was difficult for him to calculate it due to his lack of experience after all, but he could faintly feel that if he didn't handle it well, it would be an avalanche.

He slowly calmed himself.

The crisp sound of falling children sounded.

The old man knew that his chances of winning this game were quite good, but when he opened his eyes, he was still shocked, not because he had made any clever moves, but because the old man clearly saw that there was a golden light in his eyes.

That golden glow is pure.

But some old people who know the old yellow calendar know very well that this kind of golden pupil is very rebellious.

Even just seeing it means ominous.

......

The competition in the Sword Tower is also gradually reaching its peak.

The rest of the people had already put down the swords in their hands and stared at this place intently, they knew that Liu He would definitely win, so they did not focus on victory or defeat, but tried to comprehend the subtleties of the sword intent of the two people, hoping to capture something beneficial to the Great Dao.

The battle between the sword towers has nothing to do with the realm, it is a pure battle of sword intent.

Lu married married since she was a child in the Tianguo Peak grew up, she is accustomed to seeing the clouds and misty scenery, her sword is the peak that pierces the sky, and her peak is also the sword that stabs the sky, the two rub each other, she stands still but has the meaning of the giant peak.

And Liu He practiced in the Sword Pavilion, and the dogma that the people of the Sword Pavilion believed in was to open the peak when encountering the peak, intercept the flow when encountering the water, and fight for their lives against the sky.

His sword momentum seemed to be overwhelmed, but Lu Married knew that as long as he couldn't crush him, then the other party's counterattack would be fatal.

Sure enough, a shadow flickered in Lu Marriage's eyes—a white figure.

If the sword intent that Liu He relied on was a lake, then this sudden shadow was a fierce beast in the lake.

Lu Juan quickly reacted, that was the spirit that Liu He refined with his sword body.

The spirit was in the form of Yanagi.

The spirit raised its arm, and it became a sword, stabbing at the center of the bride's eyebrow.

Lu married and resisted the sword intent before converging his eyes.

The cracking sound is crisp.

Lu Marry's sword body and body were already rounded, but for some reason, when this sword stabbed her, she still couldn't give birth to much resistance.

But she didn't back down in the slightest.

She stepped up against the spirit and simulated the sword in the second half of the Heavenly Sect of the Sword Heavenly Sect into a sword intent.

Sword intent kills.

Liu He's expression changed slightly, he originally imagined that the sword of this woman in white would be defeated, but suddenly, he felt an unprecedented killing opportunity.

This murderous intent stunned him and excited him.

He twisted his fingers, his body and the sword spirit were one, and the edge and determination of the sword intent skyrocketed.

In front of him, countless small sword shadows leaped up from the lotus pond like carp. They flick their tails upwards and keep splitting, like a blizzard swept up by a hurricane.

Lu married and her red lips were tightly pursed into a line.

The battle of sword intent is not a real sword, but it is full of a game of thousands of miles of difference.

Sword intent collides, like knives churning against each other.

Lu married and fell behind, and the sword intent of killing intent was shattered by Liu He.

The sound of sword intent shattering was as crisp as a chess piece falling to the ground.

Ning Jiujiu picked up a black chess piece that had landed on the ground and wiped the dust off it with his hand.

"You're going to lose. The old man spoke slowly.

Ning Chang sighed.

Now that chess has reached the back game, it is difficult for him to return to the sky.

Ning Changchang sighed: "The old gentleman's chess skills are really wonderful. ”

The old man rubbed his temples, the complex thinking of this game of chess made him even more old, and he sighed: "Your chess is also very strong, and you are one of the strongest people I have met in my life...... One. ”

Ning Chang dropped the wiped sunspot on the chessboard.

The sun seemed to be a little brighter.

It's a clever move, so good that it can trigger the heavens, but it can't turn the tide of victory.

The old gentleman slowly raised his hand, he looked at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, and was very satisfied with his final battle.

His hand slowly fell.

Lu Wedding looked at the sword intent that fell, like an ice phoenix falling, with a solemn expression.

The sword intent was like spreading ice, sealing all the possibilities of her sword intent change.

Even the water in the lotus pond was infected by the sword intent and condensed into a thin and fragile layer of ice.

Lu married and closed her eyes.

In her sword intent, a golden crow shadow shattered through the ice.

Liu He's expression was slightly different.

But he quickly restrained his expression and sighed: "The sword should be straight, cold, indifferent and ruthless, it can be corroded and rusted by the years, but it must not stick to the dust." This is the sword, your sword is cultivated like a human, no matter how indifferent it is outside, what is contained inside is not a pure sword heart. The human heart is not like the heart of the sword, of course cowardice. ”

This golden crow is very powerful, but it is only a phantom, not something that Lu Marrying really owns.

Liu He's sword intent turned into a lock, confining the Golden Crow Shadow Circle.

This is the frozen seal of the Sword Pavilion, the best sword lock in the world.

No mortal flame can melt it.

Lu was frozen by the sword intent, unable to move, and his expression was calm but pale.

After Liu Yiyi's sword, the remaining sword intention was to land and marry's eyebrows.

Then, the mutation abruptly appeared, and Liuhe's pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw the fire.

That's not mortal fire.

Lu married's long hair was slightly blown by the sword wind, and in the long hair, a strand of hair suddenly glowed red.

She didn't know what it was, but she felt warm, and this feeling of warmth was very similar to Zhao Xiang'er's little girl.

Lu married, and the frozen sword intent was freed in a blink of an eye, and it also stabbed at Liu He.

This sword was not stabbed by her alone, it was more like she and Zhao Xiang'er held the hilt of the sword together. And Jin Wu, who represents Ning Changjiu, cheered and shouted on the side.

The ice on the lotus pond melted instantly.

A drop of blood dripped into the lotus pond and rippled open.

It was Yanagiai's blood.

He looked at the center of his eyebrows, his expression shocked.

The building was silent.

In the chess building, there is also silence.

Ning Chang picked up his son, hesitated, and then put it down gently, he sighed with some regret: "I lost." ”

The old man shook his head slightly.

"Huh?" Ning Chang was puzzled.

The old man said slowly, "I'm going to die." ”

Although he could win this game, it was hard to win and exhausted his last mental strength.

There is still a third floor in the back, and he is destined to be unable to finish.

Rather than die in an endgame, it is better to die in this perfect ending.

He dropped the last piece and gently straightened it, this one filled his breath eye, turning his original living chess into a dead chess piece.

The son is like his gray hair.

The old man leaned back in his chair, folded his hands in his sleeves, and closed his eyes.