Tang Qing looked at him with a sneer, and looked at each other, there was no worry in his eyes, but with a calm from beginning to end.

He did not respond to the other party's words.

There is not even a statement.

After only a brief momentary gaze, he looked away and looked at the sky above him.

A thunderbolt swept through the air, illuminating everyone's faces.

Someone has a cold eye.

Someone is meaningless.

Someone was furious.

With their own hearts, they chose to garrison on the edge of the cliff.

The rain fell like a sharp sword, hitting every corner of the cliff.

The sound is getting thicker and thicker, and it is a little noisy.

It's like the mood of everyone present.

Ah Diao opened the knife horizontally, swaying a snow-white knife light, wanting to stop the rain for Tang Qing.

Tang Qing shook his head, and the power of the dragon turtle in his body slowly dispersed, flowing into the surface of his skin from the blood of the muscles and veins, and a little golden light seeped out, converging into a curtain of light above his eyes, covering the dense rain.

Ah Diao's eyes were slightly raised, feeling the ancient power contained in that golden light, and he was a little shocked.

But it's more about happiness and relief.

It turned out that he was no longer the frail and sickly young man of the Tang Kingdom.

There are a lot of storms in the world, and now he can resist it by himself.

However, Ah Diao still stubbornly played the role of a bodyguard, he moved forward, and the sword light did not follow the golden light, but only shone under Tang Qing's feet, and then extended forward, until he went to the place three feet in front of him with a sneer.

These three feet are Diao's attitude.

If Sneer Xiao dared to step forward, he would first extinguish that piece of knife light.

The smile on the corner of Ah Diao's mouth has been put away, and his face has become more serious than ever, and at the moment when the sword light is brightened, he stared and said: "If the transaction is not benevolent, just because Tang Qing does not follow you back, you will hinder him from studying, could it be that the saint has this kind of bearing after that?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly tilted his neck and glanced at the sneering fist, squinted his eyes and added: "And look at the way you shout and kill all day long, a rough person, even if you win the top spot, what can you do? Could it be that you are the material for reading?"

These words were mocking, and the fighting intent and murderous aura in his eyes became stronger and stronger, Ah Diao seemed to be unconscious, and still said to himself: "The little monk and the little Taoist priest are not kind, because you are still a righteous person, for the sake of the saint's false name, you have to stand aside with this little devil." It's a shame that Tang Qing didn't agree to go back with you, otherwise he would definitely learn badly. ”

After Jiang He and Jiu'er heard this, the hostility in their eyes was even stronger, and the Dao and Buddha light rose together, slowly gathering in the wind and rain.

Sneering smiled but took a step forward at this time, turning the distance of three feet from the sword light into two feet.

The demonic energy under his fist kept tumbling, and two more steps would seep into the sword light.

But as soon as he started his steps, he soon stopped again.

Because there was another sword intent that shook up in the wind and rain, and it was in the same place with Ah Diao's sword light, and fell in front of him.

Baili Duanjiang walked over with the long sword, his posture was straight, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he said, "You can take two more steps forward and try." ”

The black clothes on Sneer's body surged with the sound of the wind, and the monstrous demonic aura had completely surrounded him, and as soon as the rain reached the sky above his head, it was evaporated by the powerful murderous aura, and now he was close to saturation of his anger value.

Even his eyes were filled with blood, and the boy in the Northern Desert had almost lost his rationality.

Even if the sword is there, he will move forward, ready to question him with his fist.

His right leg was slightly bent at the knee and was about to lift it up, but two other people walked faster than him and came up to him, side by side.

Jiang He stared at Diao's knife, Jiu'er looked at the sword of Baili Broken River, the two of them melted the light of the Buddha into the demonic aura of sneering and laughing, and the three of them walked together, and they took another step forward.

There was only one foot left from the sword.

There is no way, no Buddha, and no demons.

Only three young men, also from the Holy Land, shouldering the honor and disgrace of sainthood, were to repel all those who stood in their way.

Zhuo Xingchen, who had already retreated, raised his indifferent eyes, he knew that he couldn't continue to keep a low profile at this time, so just after another beam of thunder crossed the sky, he walked out of the corner of the strange rock.

The white clothes passed by the wind, stepping on the gravel on the edge of the cliff like a demon god and walking in front of the sword.

Since the other three represent the Holy Land, and as the top seed of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, he must stand at the forefront of the battlefield.

Zhuo Xingchen stood in the wind, leaving his back to Baili Duanjiang and Diao.

His palms were not raised, but they were already clenched into fists.

The murderous spirit was startled, and the fighting spirit struck.

A tide of blood coalesced under his fist.

The cold wind became more and more urgent, wrapped in the wind and rain and falling at an accelerated pace, hitting the surroundings like a war drum.

The battlefield is divided into two sides, with only a foot of buffer space in between.

Zhuo Xingchen's left fist was still on his waist, ready to attack.

The right fist reached out indifferently, stopped in front of the sword light and sword intent, and then said to the three saints outside the ruler: "If you fight, accompany you to the end!"

As soon as these words came out, Ah Diao's hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, his eyes were clear, and the knife light that reached the ground was three points brighter.

The hand holding the sword in Baili Duanjiang suddenly relaxed, and the long sword did not fall, but stood up in the air, the sword intent was clear, and the cold battle intent of the Nanshan hills was transmitted.

The aura of the three saints who were a foot away also soared again, and with the sudden rise of fist intent with a sneer, the three right feet were raised at the same time, staying in the air for a moment, if nothing else, they would soon fall down.

Crossing that last foot of distance.

Until this moment, the six proudest genius boys in the world will finally compete between this cliff.

In their eyes, in their hearts, and even in every inch of the sea of heaven, all they saw was a strong opponent a foot away, and they could no longer be distracted to care about any movement around the cliff.

They seemed to forget that there was another boy standing between the wind and rain on the edge of the cliff.

And in a sense, he is the protagonist here.

It is also the root cause of this battle.

At this time, the young man stood not far behind Ah Diao, his left hand was placed straight on his waist, and a layer of golden light slowly flowed on the surface of his skin, bringing an ancient and mysterious aura.

His right hand was hidden between the sleeves of the cyan robe, and his palm was snapped, and he was holding a short sword inside.

The sword was crystal clear, and it didn't seem to have any superfluous use except for its good looks, but more like an ornament.

It's just that when the strong aura on the six genius boys present rose at the same time, the short sword began to tremble slightly, and then a terrifying sword intent that seemed to be able to cut through the heavens and the earth slowly spread out from the short sword.

That sword intent wanted to break free from the sleeve robe and roar out, but the young man who raised the sword moved slightly, and he didn't want it to come out so quickly.

Because he wanted to see if the three saints would dare to cross the distance of the last foot.

But soon, he saw their raised right foot, and the battle intent and pride that rose in their eyes.

So the sword-wielding boy sighed softly and decided to surprise them before their right foot, which had stopped in mid-air, could land.

He stretched out his right hand and handed out the sword.

The sword light suddenly brightened, and it was not deliberately vented around, but it could attract everyone's attention.

Even the thunderous purple rays in the sky were covered by the sword light.

The long-awaited sword intent that had been hidden in its sleeve came out, and this time, it did not go straight into the sky, but went to that foot.

Shine brightly.

Immensely proud.

With the supreme glory from the hills of Nanshan.

The sword intent hovered in that one-foot space, not choosing who to target, nor showing its edge to anyone.

It just stopped there, occasionally whispering, with a strange hint of boredom.

But as long as it's here, even if there's no movement.

Then whether it is the most ordinary ordinary person or the proudest genius boy in the world, he will no longer dare to have any presumptuousness in front of it.

So the right foot of the three saints, which stopped in mid-air, finally did not choose to land in that foot, but returned to the same place.

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.

Soon, their gaze moved to the place where the sword intent arose.

There, Tang Qing stood calmly, his eyes were indifferent, and the plain robe on his body danced in the wind, with a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

The rivers are a little sluggish.

Jiu'er froze in place.

Even the sneer smiled a little overwhelmed.

It turned out that the terrifying sword intent that went straight into the sky came from his sword.

These three people asked themselves to be blessed by heaven, and since they were born, they had a great opportunity to be selected by the saints among thousands of people and obtained their inheritance.

They were originally the most noble and proud teenagers in the world.

There are very few people who will be taken into account by them except for each other.

But at this moment, they stared at the short sword in Tang Qing's hand, recalling all the unpleasant experiences they had experienced since they saw Tang Qing, and only then did they know that in the world, there was a young man from Tang Kingdom, with a dignity and pride far higher than theirs.

This is the meaning of the existence of the Chosen One?

On the other side, the long sword in Baili Duanjiang's hand had already been put away, without a trace of hesitation.

The sword light under Ah Diao's ancient knife is still the same, but in front of the proud and shining sword light, his own sword light is so insignificant and invisible.

Zhuo Xingchen felt the sword intent in front of him in disbelief, and felt that his whole person was about to be pierced by it.

When he looked at Tang Qing's figure again, his eyes became a little complicated.

No one spoke on the edge of the cliff.

There was only the sound of wind and rain in the sky.

and the terrifying sword intent that hovered silently in mid-air.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain did not weaken, but grew stronger and stronger under the thunder, and poured down.

Tang Qing glanced at the clouds in the sky, and finally spoke: "No one can stop me from going to the seventh floor of the Divine Courtyard Library to study, it's not that I'm so powerful, it's that I have no choice. ”

With that, he withdrew his dagger and tied it back to his waist.

The terrible sword intent lingered in the wind and rain for a last moment, and then returned with pride.

The six genius teenagers present did not shake their senses for a long time.

Because although the sword intent retreated.

Not anymore.

But it remained in their hearts.

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