Uchifeng's sword trial conference is also coming to an end.

Le Rou knew that she had no hope of winning the championship, so in order not to be embarrassed by the sword competition with Ning Xiaoling, she pretended to miss in the earlier round of sword trials and lost the game.

She recalled her ambition to beat Ning Xiaoling two months ago, covered her face, and sighed in frustration.

At first, the voice of Ning Xiaoling's doubts became softer and softer, and in the end, there was no one in the audience, just silently watching the seemingly delicate and cute girl defeat the opponent with vigorous and resolute means, and then bowed politely and put away the sword.

At first, she was willing to make more moves with others, waiting for the master to find her senior brother, but Lu Marrying was delayed, which made her worry more and more serious, she was no longer interested in the sword competition, she just wanted to end it quickly, and then go to find her senior brother.

So her sword seemed a little merciless.

In that thunderous sword move, most of the disciples couldn't be defeated in three moves at all, and the fact that Ning Xiaoling had only been practicing in the sword blade for four months kept hitting them, and they could only comfort themselves with the fact that Ning Xiaoling had almost died in that riverside city in exchange for a chance.

Wealth and wealth are sought in danger, but immortal cultivators should spare their lives the most, and most people who are expected to be immortal are unwilling to take risks that will threaten life and death.

The final decisive battle is still Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran.

Xu Weiran had seen Ning Xiaoling's previous swords, he weighed himself, his heart was cold, he knew that he was not Ning Xiaoling's opponent, although he was proud to beat her once before, how could he be willing in his heart?

How could this stupid little girl stand in such a high position in such a short period of time?

Xu Weiran's heart aroused nameless anger, he looked at the sword made of silver on the high platform, he remembered that the master left to find the insignificant outer disciple, remembered every sword that Fang Cai Ning Xiaoling came out of, and finally his gaze condensed, and he looked at the girl's cold and childish face.

He looked in a trance, as if he saw the shadow of the master in her.

But how old is she? How can she have such an arrogant temperament?

Xu Weiran is gentle on weekdays, and his realm is strong among the disciples, but he is not arrogant or impatient, and he is deeply respected by everyone, and he is almost recognized as the first person under Nan Cheng.

But after all, it was the affinity of being in a high position, and the arrogance and competitiveness in his heart were finally stimulated today.

He held the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt that his sword could be slashed extremely fast and fast, breaking through everything.

His mind moved, and he knew that this was a sign of a breakthrough.

As soon as Yazhu spoke, Xu Weiran's figure moved eagerly.

He stepped forward with his sword, leaped up with a dexterous sound, and his body crossed a wonderful arc that could not find any flaws, dragging out an afterimage. Then his arm was flexed, and the sword came back to his face, reflecting his cold face, and the two were the same color.

The disciples present were also shocked by his aura, they had never been like this Xu Weiran, and even Le Rou and Yun Xue, who had a very good relationship with him, were taken aback.

It was only a moment of momentum in the air, and under the rolled up sleeves, the muscles of Xu Weiran's arms tightened like silk, and at that moment, it was like a poisonous snake that had been dormant among the weeds for a long time, revealing its fangs like lightning at a wonderful opportunity.

Ning Xiaoling closed his eyes the moment he jumped up.

She didn't think about how to win, but thought about what he would do if it was the senior brother standing here at the moment.

Xu Weiran didn't have time to activate the sword lock, if Ning Xiaoling wanted to dodge this sword, then she wouldn't have to do it with too much effort.

If Xu Weiran's sword burning with the fire of jealousy missed, then he would never be able to stab such a sharp sword move for the second time.

But Ning Xiaoling didn't hide, she chose to fight with Xu Weiran.

She was already robbed of the opportunity by the other party, and it was too late to accumulate the sword at this time, and forcibly fighting the sword would only increase the possibility of her losing.

But she doesn't care if she wins or loses.

The bright light of the sky fell on her back, illuminating her pale skin as if it were about to melt, but soon, the color of snow was robbed of its brilliance, and a cold white light lit up out of thin air, like a chain of molten silver between the two men.

"Sword rope?" Yazhu sighed softly, the sword rope is the same as the sword lock, it is a way to fix the shape of other people's bodies.

The long lock was like a snake, sliding in front of Ning Xiaoling's eyes, her face was also very cold at the moment, and when it was reflected with the sword light, it was like two lonely ice edges on the eaves of the harsh winter wax moon.

The moment the sword rope slid by, Xu Weiran's long-accumulated sword momentum had also reached its peak.

The two collided, and the sword qi collided like two opposing waterfalls.

Yazhu's expression froze

, ready to shoot at any time.

The sword light of the two collided and fused, expanding into a huge sphere, swallowing the figures of the two people, and then the ball of light broke apart, and the sword light shattered into countless pieces, like scattered goose feathers, floating leisurely on the peak.

The peak is high and the wind is cold, and the afternoon sun is also unspeakably cold.

When the sword light dissipated, Ning Xiaoling's eyebrows were extremely clear, and Xu Weiran stood quietly in front of her, unable to see any injuries.

Ning Xiaoling said a word of acceptance, and then Xu Weiran knelt down on one knee, covering his chest, and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

All the division commanders swept up one after another to treat Xu Weiran's injuries.

Xu Weiran's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, most of the sharpness in his heart had been worn away, and when he spoke again, there was only a faint unwillingness in his words: "You...... Why?"

Ning Xiaoling said a surprising answer:

"I am the younger sister of my senior brother. ”

After she said this, she seemed to have lost her soul, and there was no joy on her face, but she held her face and cried, and her pride seemed to be just a clumsy disguise, and at this moment it all faded, revealing that soft heart.

Then it became quieter and quieter, and no one came to persuade her, nor did they come to comfort her, but it was quiet.

This kind of quietness made Ning Xiaoling feel that something was wrong.

Suddenly, she felt a hand tap her on the back.

Like a frightened rabbit, she jumped up suddenly, and her tearful eyes reflected Ning Chang's blurry white clothes.

She felt that she was dreaming, her pale lips opened lightly, and she said, "Master...... Senior brother?"

Ning Chang snorted.

Ning Xiaoling was relieved, threw herself into his arms in the eyes of everyone, and cried.

Ning Changjiu was a little confused, he originally thought that if he missed his junior sister's sword test, she should blame himself for a few words, but at this moment, he couldn't tell whether Ning Xiaoling was happy or sad, he just felt that she seemed to have grown up a little.

Ning Changjiu was very relieved to see the last sword, he patted Ning Xiaoling's back like coaxing a child to sleep, and softly praised her, but Ning Xiaoling broke away from his arms again, wiped his unclean tears, and hurriedly said:

"By the way, where did you just go, Senior Brother? Master is still looking for you, go find her, don't let her worry!"

Ning Changjiu didn't understand what he was looking for, but he felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

He answered, "Okay." ”

The two quickly left, the silver saber that symbolized honor left behind them, like a leaf struck by autumn frost.

It was only at this time that several teachers and sharp-eyed disciples discovered that on Nan Ning's waist, the wooden card of the outer disciple had gone, and it had been replaced with a jade card that only the inner peak disciple could have.

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Lu married with a rope on her back, her waist was tied to the evil silver blade, her slender waist was tightened, and when the last sword competition between Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran ended, she had already signed the paperwork of the peak master Chan Rang, and slid into the peak valley little by little along the stone wall.

This peak and valley was too deep, and with her long-lived edgeworth, she couldn't climb to that height in such a deep canyon, so she had to resort to ropes.

Lu's beautiful back slipped into the darkness, the churning black mist dragging her vision down, and she melted into the pitch-black pool like snow.

After a long time, the hidden peak gradually calmed down.

"If none of you speak, then I'll cut it off. A gray-robed elder stepped forward.

He was short, with a tuft of red hair, and had not spoken before, and no one noticed him in the crowd.

"What are you talking about?!" someone immediately asked in a cold voice.

The gray-robed elder had a hunched back a little hunched, but he had a bit of grandmaster demeanor behind his hands, he glanced at the man lightly, and sneered: "What are you pretending to be? I urged Lu to marry and write a Zen document before, and now I am pretending to be a good person, why are you unwilling to be this bird?"

The rest of the retreating elders in the Hidden Peak had different expressions.

Someone looked at the gray-robed old man and said, "The document clearly states that after the death of the peak master, Uncle Yan Zhou will take over as the peak master, when will it be your turn?"

The gray-robed old man said: "We all know in our hearts that Yan Zhou is also dying, and after Yan Zhou dies, how can the position of the peak master be empty for no reason?"

"I just don't understand, the peak master is good to his apprentice, what is the crime, you want to force her to die?"

"What is the crime? Of course there is a crime!" the gray-robed old man said, "What did the sect master say before leaving?

He can't enter the forbidden land, even if she is the peak master, it is a sin to trespass without permission!"

"Then why didn't you say that?"

"Didn't you say it either?"

The gray-robed old man snorted lightly and said: "Since everyone has a ghost, don't pretend to be upright, blame this girl for not worshipping a good master, her master owed us too much back then, so she will pay it back." ”

The grievances of the previous generation were once again put on the table, and many people were silent, so they ended the acquiescence of those grievances at that time.

But someone still stood up, the man in green clothes, who looked like a young strategist, with a slightly pale sickly look on his face, he stopped in front of the peak stone tied with iron cables, and said, "I don't agree. ”

The gray-robed old man seemed to have expected it, and said: "You are the only person who is good friends with that old thing, I didn't understand at the beginning, you have repaid your kindness, and you have protected the peak for so many years, why don't you want to return to Shouxiao Peak? ”

The man in Tsing Yi sighed and said, "The kindness of the old peak lord is difficult to end in a lifetime...... What's more, Lu is marrying to save people, and we, as the elders of Fengzhong, should block the knife behind her for her. ”

The gray-robed old man sneered: "She is worthy of you doing this? We have such a different heart, but she still insists on going down the peak, she is born exquisitely and clearly, but her mind is blocked by six of the seven tricks, what qualifications do you have to be the peak master?"

"She's still young. The man in Tsing Yi sighed.

The gray-robed old man nodded lightly: "She is indeed young, but I don't want to wait, if she is in the Purple Court Realm, I won't have the slightest thought today, but with a long life, what else can I rely on?" By the way, you said earlier that you would guard her against the knife behind her back, you ...... it yourself Is it precautionary?"

At the end of the words, a knife pressed against the vest of the man in Tsing Yi, and the man didn't say a word, and only sighed after a long time: "You also think what I did was wrong?"

The man who put the sword against him did not speak.

The man in Tsing Yi was still unwilling, and asked, "Who promised you? Who can promise you?"

"Someone you would never think of. The man just said this dryly, and then shut up completely, and stubbornly held the knife against him.

The gray-robed man looked around and said, "Chop." ”

"Wait!"

There was someone behind him who was drinking.

A young man with a disheveled hair ran out, carrying a broken sword, and his body exuded an unconcealable sword intent, as if his whole person was a sword.

He was Nan Cheng, dressed in the costume of a disciple of Neifeng, and no one knew him.

"What do you want to do to my master?" Nan Cheng asked sharply, not to mention that his sword was not successful, even if he was successful, he would definitely not be able to make up for the lack of realm, but he still resolutely pulled out his sword.

The gray-robed old man glanced at him, nodded and said, "The good apprentice taught by Lu Marrying is terrible in the future, I won't kill you." ”

As he spoke, he pointed a little, and an invisible wave hit Nan Cheng's chest, instantly scattering the sword intent on his body, hitting a stone pillar, and crushing him to the stone pillar.

With just one finger, he made the younger generation of senior disciples no longer have the strength to fight again.

Just like when he had previously practiced his sword body and fallen into the realm, he felt despair again, and this time the despair was even darker, and he wanted to watch his master be buried in the abyss by them.

"Stop......" he shouted weakly, unable to break free.

It was just a small episode, and the gray-robed old man didn't take it to heart, he turned around and asked again, "Is there anyone else against it?"

Deathly silence.

The gray-robed old man didn't say anything more, nor did he cut the iron rope.

The crowd looked at him in confusion.

The tip of a sword protruded from his chest.

He lowered his head and looked at it for a moment before he realized that there was a sword piercing his body.

He couldn't figure out who the owner of the sword was.

He just regretted it a little, he didn't listen to the humiliation of the old peak master back then, and trained his physique better, this was the second loss of his life about physique, and there will never be a third time.

The sword light moved, violently shattering his body, and blood splattered.

When the old man fell, people realized that behind him stood a young man in white at some point, and the young man stabbed his sword into the body of the gray-robed old man in an extremely strange posture.

He withdrew his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, all the blood on the sword bounced out like a pillar of steel, and the blade was as bright as new.

"I'm against it. He said.

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(Thank you for the support of the husband of the book friend Ning Shui ~ Thank you for the encouragement to the author!)