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Dugu Yanyue couldn't move, so she could only watch a large rain of arrows fly in. Even though I was anxious, I was helpless.

At this critical moment.

Above the night sky, a little starlight suddenly lit up, as if there was nothing.

A three-foot-long dark sword shadow broke through the night, and under the pouring of faint starlight, it flew out!

The dark sword shadow instantly came to Dugu Yanyue's body, spun like a wheel, and danced into a dark sword light that enveloped Dugu Yanyue in it.

The countless arrows that were about to shoot through Dugu Yanyue immediately hit this inconspicuous-looking sword light.

Oooo

The powerful short arrows hit a steel plate like a steel plate, and immediately stirred up a large area of scorching sparks, and then all flew upside down to the ground.

However, in a breath or two, most of all the arrows that flew were shocked by the sword light.

Examine!

A soft bang!

The shadow of the sword disappeared, and a three-foot long sword appeared in shape, and then the tip of the sword was slowly inserted into the ground, standing still on the spot, and countless dense short arrows were inserted within a radius of one zhang around.

At this time, Dugu Yanyue and the mud bodhisattva saw the appearance of the flying sword clearly.

However, after seeing it clearly, the two couldn't help but be surprised.

I saw that this sword was shaped like a dead branch, the whole body was dull, the surface was rough, and there were even many uneven branches.

Where is this a sword?

Except for a gauntlet similar to a sword lattice embedded on the sword body, it does not have the appearance and momentum of a sharp sword at all.

However, this long sword like a dead tree branch was firmly inserted into the ground, but it seemed to reveal a faint sense of majesty and heaviness, and it was impossible to ignore its existence.

It felt like a beggar with a broken bowl in his hand, standing indifferently in front of thousands of princes and generals, but there was an inexplicable noble aura that could be exuded from his body, which was enough to overshadow everyone.

All this happened so fast, almost in an instant, a long sword in the shape of a dead tree branch flew easily, and a bloody scene that was very likely to happen was erased.

At this moment, Dugu Yanyue's eyes suddenly widened, and she almost couldn't believe her eyes.

The mud bodhisattva a few feet away on the opposite side was even more shocked, and his strange eyes were also full of incredulity.

"Flying Sword Technique!The people of the Yijian Pavilion?!"

The pupils of the mud bodhisattva's strange eyes, which were only exposed, shrank and exclaimed with a hint of horror.

The mud bodhisattva's voice was already sharp and unpleasant, and the exclamation of this life was even more poignant and harsh.

"Could it be that the person who came is from the Yijian Pavilion?!Dare to ask which of the noble sect's subordinates?Why do you want to interfere with our affairs?"

The mud bodhisattva's tone was harsh, but there was a hint of extreme fear in it.

"Yijian Pavilion?" Dugu Yanyue was shocked at this time!

Yijian Pavilion, the number one kendo sect in the world, although the disciples are only a few hundred, in terms of quantity, they can't be compared with those thousand-year-old sects. However, all of his disciples are geniuses in kendo. According to rumors, any Yijian Pavilion disciple could easily compete with any opponent in the same realm with the long sword in his hand alone.

Ye Wuyi, the master of the Yijian Pavilion, is a peerless genius among kendo practitioners. I heard that before the age of thirty, he easily stepped into the True Crystal Realm. Subsequently, with a purple bamboo sword in his hand, he challenged all the large and small sects of kendo in the world within a month, and he did not taste defeat and became famous all over the world. Since then, some people have honored Ye Wuyi as "the world's first sword master", and the Yijian Pavilion he founded subsequently is respected as the first major sword school in the rivers and lakes.

Ye Wuyi's self-created peerless sword book "Yichen Listening to the Rain" has been regarded as the supreme mastery of swordsmanship by countless kendo practitioners.

At the same time, all the people who practice swords in the rivers and lakes have reached an unwritten rule, that is, all those who practice swords meet the disciples of Yijian Pavilion, regardless of the level of the realm, they must give three points of courtesy, in order to show a show of goodwill and respect for Yijian Pavilion.

"I've never known anyone from Yijian Pavilion!" Dugu Yanyue said secretly in her heart.

At this moment, the mud bodhisattva said coldly again: "Please also ask Your Excellency to come out and see, even if Your Excellency is Ye Wuyi's personal disciple, you may not be able to cover the sky with one hand." ”

However, after a deathly silence, there was still no movement in the night.

The mud bodhisattva finally couldn't bear to be angry and said, "Since Your Excellency is so big, then don't blame it." ”

After saying that, there was a creaking sound on the mud bodhisattva's body, and the joints of his hands and feet were fluctuating, and he immediately made a strange movement with his limbs spreading.

Immediately afterward, several holes the size of black and secluded bowls suddenly appeared on the hands and feet of the mud bodhisattva.

Puff puff!

Countless hidden weapons such as arrows, flying needles, and hidden arrows began to shoot out from the holes in these hands and feet, turning into raindrops of hidden weapons in the sky, shooting wildly in all directions.

There was only a crackling sound, and countless branches and leaves were shot down, spreading a thick layer of leaves on the ground.

However, after the branches and leaves of the trees in the surrounding area of nearly ten zhang were shot down, there was still no movement except for the sound of swishing hidden weapons in the sky.

A hint of anger appeared in the mud bodhisattva's eyes, and the movements in his hands could only stop again.

"How long will Your Excellency be hiding, and how long will your people in the Sword Pavilion be such a rat with their heads and tails hidden?"

The mud bodhisattva shouted angrily, his voice was sharp and poignant, and there was already a hint of anger.

At this moment, a faint girl's voice came from the night.

"First of all, I'm not from Yijian Pavilion. Secondly, I don't want to show up, but I want to treat others the way they do. Didn't you just play tricks for a long time?"

The voice was crisp and tactful, but without the slightest emotion, as if talking to a dead man.

Dugu Yanyue and the mud bodhisattva were each startled, and hurriedly looked at the place where the voice came from.

A white-clothed figure slowly walked out of the night, and the outline of his face gradually became clear.

This is a young girl who is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Dressed in white, quiet and graceful, snow-skinned and black-eyed, green silk like a waterfall.

On a peerless face, there is no expression at this moment, like a cold and lonely iceberg.

Watching this beautiful girl slowly walk out of the night, the mud bodhisattva couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"It's not a person from the Yijian Pavilion, where in the world is there such a wonderful flying sword technique?!Girl, could it be that I am a nameless junior who has just entered the rivers and lakes?!" The mud bodhisattva asked with a shriek.

The girl in white didn't answer, but under the gaze of both parties, she slowly walked in front of Dugu Yanyue and slowly pulled out the dead branches in front of her.

The seemingly ordinary sword drawing action was performed in the hands of the girl in white, but it didn't seem to be stained with a trace of fireworks in the world, as if this ordinary sword drawing was an extremely sacred ritual in the eyes of the girl.

The girl in white drew her sword slowly and solemnly, with a hint of an extremely strong sense of ceremony.

Looking at the action of the girl in white slowly drawing her sword, the mud bodhisattva couldn't help but feel an inexplicable chill hit her, and a trace of horror appeared in her eyes.

It's obviously an ordinary sword drawing action, why is it so frightening?

The mud bodhisattva couldn't answer this question.

However, the mud bodhisattva found another problem.

This white-clothed girl has a mysterious aura, but the cultivation realm cannot be concealed at all.

True Qi Realm Peak Cultivation!

That's right, the mud bodhisattva instantly affirmed this, and his heart was immediately settled.

Regardless of whether the other party is really a person from the Yijian Pavilion or not, as long as he is still cultivating in the True Qi Realm, even if he is already at the peak of the realm, he will definitely be powerless to resist in the face of the gap in the great realm of the True Yuan Realm.

No matter how exquisite the flying sword technique is, it can't cover up the gap in the realm!

So, the mud bodhisattva quickly struck.

With a click, a black hole reappeared from the palm of the mud bodhisattva's hand, and two wild breaths rushed out of it, turning into several invisible true powers and flying towards the girl in white!

Seeing this, Dugu Yanyue suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful, girl, this monster is probably already a True Yuan Realm cultivator, be careful of the confinement method of True Yuan Transformation!"

The face of the girl in white was still calm.

At this moment, the sword in the shape of a dead wood branch was already in his hand.

I saw a sudden cold flash in the eyes of the girl in white, and the whole person immediately turned into a white shadow and disappeared in front of Dugu Yanyue.

Dugu Yanyue was stunned.

The mud bodhisattva in the distance couldn't help but be stunned.

"Click"

A crunch!

The mud bodhisattva's eyes couldn't help but be stunned.

Immediately after, a piece of dead wood that was a long length suddenly came out of the mud bodhisattva's chest!

A string of black blood slowly dripped down the dead wood and fell to the ground, blooming black blood flowers.