Chongfeng Peak, the world is vast, the wind and clouds will meet, and all eyes will be on it.

The final of the sword trial competition is finally coming, and it will be clear who is the strongest of this generation after this battle.

The weather of the final was different from the past, not only did the ring move to the heaven and earth platform of the main peak Tongtian Peak, but the door from the head to the first seat and the elders also attended, and sat in a row on the high platform in front of the ring.

The two disciples who entered the finals today are both outer disciples, according to the past rules, the master of the outer disciple is only regarded as a substitute teacher, strictly speaking, there is no qualification to accept apprentices, and it can only be regarded as helping the master to tap some talents. If the apprentices get good results in the competition and are favored by the elders in the door, the elders can put those disciples into the door wall on their own, and as compensation, the original master can also have another idle job in the door and live a more comfortable life. But this year's two disciples were surprisingly outstanding, making the elders of the sect also curious about who could teach such apprentices.

There is a seat on each side of the ring, which is prepared for the two masters, Shang Ying on the high platform signaled Ying Feiyang, and looked at the vacant seat on Ying Feiyang's side, with an inquiring look in his eyes, Ying Feiyang shook his head lightly, Shang Ying immediately sighed, Shi Shiran walked down from the high platform, and sat on the vacant seat on Ying Feiyang's side under the gaze of everyone.

The head Qingyue couldn't help frowning, and a "Chuan" appeared on his forehead: "Senior sister, you are sitting in the wrong place." A solemn sound, although the voice was not loud, it reached the ears of everyone, which made the hearts of everyone present.

Shang Ying said with a cold expression: "Senior brother, don't blame, I just feel that this side is close and I can see clearly, and besides, I have a lot of relationship with this kid, and I also do this position." ”

Qing Yue didn't say much, nodded slightly, just when the atmosphere was slightly soothing, the sky suddenly surged, a black shadow broke through the clouds, and where he passed, the surrounding clouds were instantly torn, and it was actually a person stepping on an invisible qi sword sword, before the person arrived, the momentum was already terrifying, and all the disciples raised their heads one after another, guessing the identity of the comer.

The person who can fly like this sword must be a sword cultivator who has reached a certain level, and there are those in the Lingxiao Sword Sect who have this cultivation, except for Shang Ying, the others are sitting on the high platform at the moment, and in surprise, that person has arrived in front of him, but he has not stopped, but has fallen from the sky, carrying majestic energy and falling straight to the high platform.

This kind of behavior was almost provocative, and everyone on the stage showed anger, but when they saw their faces clearly, the anger on their faces immediately turned into surprise, only the head of Qingyue sat firmly as before, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Ying Feiyang saw the face of the person who came, and his heart was shocked, the person who came was actually Master Mingye, the black-robed Taoist he had seen a few days ago. The man sneered: "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, my apprentice is angry and has entered the finals, why can't I, the master, come and take a look." ”

Qing Yue bowed his head and said, "I see, no wonder there is such a cultivation, but your position is under the stage, and there is no seat for you here." ”

Qing Yi said with a smile: "I naturally know this, it's not right to change people, my first seat of Qiusheng Pavilion has already changed others, but even if the person sitting on the seat has changed, the rules of respecting the old and respecting the virtuous of our Lingxiao Sword Sect have not changed, you are right, Luo Shilu Luo's nephew." With that, Qingyi shifted his gaze to one of the principals who was in the last seat.

This person is the current first Luo Shilu of Qiusheng Building, although Luo Shilu is the head of the three pavilions and five peaks, but the seniority is the lowest, and the seniority is shallow compared with the surrounding elderly, so he is arranged at the bottom. At this time, Luo Shilu saw that Qingyi wanted him to come, so he got up with a wry smile, saluted with three points of respect and seven points of fear, and said, "Uncle Qingyi, I'll see you soon." ”

Qingyi also sighed lightly: "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time, things are not people, you have not yet reached the age of standing when I left the door, but now you are the first seat of Qiusheng Building that can be alone, and I am drooping old, and my legs and feet are not flexible. ”

"This ......" Luo Shilu hesitated, he was already sweating, his master died early, after the death of the master, it was this Qingyi uncle who passed on the art on behalf of the teacher, speaking of which has the feeling of a half-master, and it should have been for him to sit in the seat.

But at this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, it is not a place to talk about personal feelings, Qingyi is an aggressive posture, if he easily gives up his seat, it will be self-defeating, and it will be difficult to raise his head in the future. At the time of the dilemma, Luo Shilu moved his gaze to the head of Qingyue, but saw that Qingyue had no intention of interfering, and the rest of the elders also looked at each other, unwilling to wade into this troubled water.

Qingyi saw that he didn't respond for a long time, and his face was uncertain, Luo Shilu knew that this uncle had a strange temperament, and he was by no means a tolerant and kind person, if he was unhappy and made trouble, he would only be even more unable to get off the stage, gritted his teeth, and pretended to be a respectful face and said: "Uncle Shi asked more, although Uncle Shi is a substitute teacher, his nephew has always respected you as a teacher in his heart, and the grace of preaching and teaching is more than Mount Tai, and I will take the things that Uncle Shi needs for you, not to mention just a seat." ”

Luo Shilu's words are only about love and not reasoning, but there is a bit of deep affection and impassionedness, which gives him enough to go down the stairs. saw Qingyi whisper to him: "Heh, it's really a thing or a person, I hope you have grown up more than just lip service." ”

Kiyoi then lifted his seat and leaped down from the platform. But his body was still like a light feather, and he landed firmly on the other side of the ring, next to the seat originally prepared for him.

Qingyi's sleeves flicked, the original seat has been flying high, like a stone cannon straight up to the high platform, the strength is so strong that people feel that this chair can smash the high platform, when it is about to fall, the strength suddenly from the muddy into the void, its own softness, the chair flat next to Luo Shilu, but it did not stir up a little dust. "Don't be there, sit down. Qingyi's words passed to the high platform, but he didn't look at him, and sat down on his own.

Qingyi Fang sat down, turned his gaze to Shang Ying's direction again, and asked defiantly, "Your apprentice?"

Shang Ying was cold and cold, and spit out the two words: "No." ”

Qingyi sneered and said, "I don't think so, you can't teach such an apprentice, what about him?"

"What if you come, this ring is not set up for you, isn't it that the apprentices haven't started the war yet, and the masters have to come to the game first?"

Qingyi didn't even refute, and said: "That's right, the protagonist today is not me, Ming Ye!"

The voice fell, and the crowd suddenly burst into flames, and all the disciples scattered in fear, and in the passage, Ming Ye's ice-like face and resolute figure appeared. "The disciple is here. ”

Qingyi squinted at Ying Feiyang, and said with contempt: "Go, defeat him." ”

"Yes. Leng Ran responded, Ming Ye's body was blazing, and every step of the fire was dazzling, and he walked into the ring step by step.

"If you can do it, just come!" Ying Feiyang's gaze swept from Qingyi to Ming Ye, beckoning to invite Zhandao.

It's been a long wait, and neither of them needs to say much.

Ming Ye stepped into the ring, the fire on his body was like a scorching wave, and at the moment when the fire was at its peak, Ming Ye shot out instantly, and the sword of Xihe came out of its sheath and flew straight into the air with a scorching wave.

Knowing that this is just a temptation move, he should fly and not move, full of true qi, the jade void absorbs the divine qi at the tip of the sword, hard shakes the sword of Xihe, the two swords merge, and with a bang, the Yanliu sword qi disperses, and the two figures are also touched, and at the same time they are shocked back a few steps, and when they should fly back, they are silently lucky, and dozens of sharp sword qi are sent out in a row, and for a while, they are like waves rolling, rushing towards Ming Ye.

Ming Ye was the same, waving his long sword, and the red flame sword qi burst out from the tip of the sword, weaving a brilliant net of fire.

"Another one who has reached the realm of sword qi detachment!" Although they have heard about it in the past few days, it is still the first time for many disciples to see Ming Ye's sword qi with their own eyes, even if they have been prepared in their hearts, the shock at this time still cannot be reduced by half a point.

The sword qi collided fiercely, the qi was scattered, and the sound of explosion was endless, but the two of them retreated, and then they ignored the scattered sword qi flames, and rushed into the battle group, since both sides can use sword qi, the sword qi lost the strategic significance of the distance.

Then began a stalemate hand-to-hand battle, for a moment the two swords faced each other, the sound of the sound of the sound is not in the ears, should fly the sword technique changeable, or quick and incoherent, or tortuous, or majestic and vast, or ethereal and agile. And Ming Ye's sword method is wide open and close, majestic and vast, coupled with the blazing fire on his body, it is like a volcano that is ready to be shaken, and the two of them can't hold each other for a while.

But the stalemate is only short-lived, after dozens of rounds of fighting, Ying Feiyang seems to be familiar with Ming Ye's sword path, the sword in his hand is getting more and more strange, the more dangerous he goes, the hidden endless changes, showing the true meaning of the sword. Ming Ye's swordsmanship began to be chaotic and confused, and the evenly matched situation had gradually been broken.

After a few more combinations, Ming Ye's flaws were revealed, Ying Fei's eyes were sharp, and a sword was handed out like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, breaking through the Yan Liu around Ming Ye and stabbing straight at the shoulder socket, Ming Ye couldn't parry, and then jumped back sharply, the sword Tao competed, not only compared swordsmanship, fighting cultivation, but also fighting momentum, he retreated, although he was not injured, but he had already lost a head in momentum.

And Ying Fei's hearty battle, it was the momentum like a rainbow, and the sword pointed directly at Ye arrogantly: "This bit of ability, you can't defeat Ren Jiuxiao, take out your full strength, and you can defeat without regrets." ”

Ming Ye's eyes swept in the direction of Qing Yi, and when he saw Qing Yi nodding slightly, he immediately raised his sword to the sky, and suddenly the hot wind surged, but where Ming Ye stood was like the eye of the wind, but out of thin air there was a great suction, and the flame stream that was scattered above the ring, as if it had life again, converged on the tip of his sword, forming a hot sun.

With a wave of the sword, the sun on the sword rushed straight towards Ying Feiyang, and Ying Feiyang had already prepared, but seeing that he was holding the sword in both hands, his legs were in an arrow step, his upper body was extremely backward, and his whole body was like a taut bowstring.

In the past, when Jianyu took office, Jiuxiao used to shoot the sun and use the sword technique to penetrate the "sun" produced by Ming Ye and the pure yang sword technique. Now that he is in a different place, Ying Feiyang also has the same method in his heart, and it can be seen that the vision and insight of the two young geniuses are different.

But the tip of the sword and the fireball touched it instantly, Ying Feiyang suddenly noticed that there was a difference, although the pure yang sword technique was majestic and vast, it was precious in purity, and there was only one kind of pure yang energy. And in this fireball, although it is still based on pure yang energy, there are several completely different and different kinds of energy, and its changes are cumbersome and complex, far above the pure yang sword technique.

Originally, several kinds of energy were entangled and gathered, and a kind of balance of power was reached in the "sun", but when the sword was swept in, the balance of several kinds of energy was suddenly broken, and "boom!" burst apart with a split.

Although Ying Feiyang had already sensed that something was wrong, he was still half a beat slower, and the huge explosion accompanied by the red fire flowed, shaking him back seven steps in a row, and the corners of his mouth were red. In his mouth, he was shocked: "This is not a pure yang sword technique——

After the explosion, the fireball split into nine, changing from a sun to a nine-day co-appearance, flying back to Ming Ye's side, converging and rotating around him, and reciprocating as the sun and the sunset.

"It's Jiuyang Haotian Sword Technique!" Shang Ying took the case, and the two pairs of beautiful eyes opened suddenly, just following Ying Feiyang's voice and continuing.