One sentence landed, and the murderous machine was born.

Ying Feiyang's heart throbbed suddenly, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

"Knock, knock, knock" Qingyi Taoist walked towards him, his steps were slow, but the footsteps were like thunder in his ears, as if every step was heavily stepped on his heart, stepping on him so that he had difficulty breathing, his blood was churning, and he was discouraged before he fought.

At this time, I looked at the Qingyi Dao people, and saw a scene that seemed to be illusory, the ring, the crowd, the houses, and even the entire Tongtian Peak disappeared, and there were only dignified pitch black and empty dazzling white between heaven and earth, which were cut by a straight and long line that stretched endlessly and spread for thousands of miles.

Black and white are distinctly distinct, and they seem to have been in opposition since ancient times, and now this balance of power is being broken.

Facing the light and facing away from the darkness, the Qingyi Daoist stood on the dividing line between black and white, and with each step, the dividing line moved forward with his footsteps, leading the endless darkness to devour the light.

This is murderous, dark as the murderous aura of the night!

Ying Feiyang suddenly awakened. In the past, when he confronted the peacock boy, he had felt the murderous aura of this big demon, and he still felt palpitations and trembling when he dreamed back at night. And Qingyi in front of him can condense into an illusion that is indistinguishable from reality with murderous aura, and he is still above Gongziling in terms of murderous aura.

"He, he's real...... You want to kill me!" Fang Cai was still laughing and fighting, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a life-and-death decision, Ying Feiyang only felt that he was like a frog targeted by a poisonous snake, and his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

Relying on the self-confidence gained by showing off his cleverness, words, luck and small means, in the face of absolute killing intent, he shrank sharply as if he had lost his breath, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Qingyi took one step at a time, and kept advancing, the slender figure reflected in Ying Feiyang's eyes, Ying Feiyang's pupils expanded rapidly due to fear, and his eyes seemed to be scattered and out of focus, and he was about to faint at any time.

In the silence, Qingyi's footsteps became louder, and at this moment, a sentence appeared in Ying Feiyang's mind without warning.

"You don't cultivate enough now, and you can't use this trick, after you grow a little, when you encounter the moment of life and death, you will naturally think of it again. ”

In the dark, it was as if someone whispered in his ear, teaching him earnestly with a magical bewitching voice, although it was only a word, but it made his fear dissipate invisibly.

There was a wave of churning in my mind, and the undercurrent hidden in the deepest part of the sea of memory suddenly became restless, turning into a whirlpool and swaying upwards, rushing straight out of the sea, and then the whirlpool shattered, turning into thousands of sword lights, which was very magnificent!

"People's hearts flicker, it will be like a change in the wind and clouds, let you do the earth-shattering cultivation, peerless skills, and finally be invincible to this instantaneous change, this trick will be called-" Ying Feiyang's eyes suddenly condensed into two points of deep darkness, the essence bloomed, thousands of sword lights condensed into one place, there seemed to be a storm and clouds disturbing the scene, and the solemn breath was all blown away.

The feeling of pressure dissipated, Ying Fei's stiff body returned to control, and at the same time, he struck out with a sword!

"I don't know how things have changed in an instant!"

A sword, like the wind and clouds, brewing endless changes in one move, silent black, empty white, because of this agitation of the wind and clouds changed, black from silence reborn, white from nothing, should fly the black and white sword world in the eyes, like a broken porcelain.

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Qingyi Daoist, and then he raised his eyebrows, revealing a smile that was clear in his chest, and in an instant, the monstrous murderous aura melted like snow, dissipating invisibly.

The Qingyi Daoist was not pressing, and stopped and turned around to avoid this sword.

The sword light flashed, the figures were scattered, and the two of them stood in the ring. "Snort!" There was a cracking sound, and there was an extra crack the length of a finger on the sleeve of Qingyi Daoren's robe.

"Ten moves!" everyone in the audience woke up like a dream, shouting one after another, not only did they not lose within ten moves, but they even gained the upper hand in the last move. "Won, it's him who won!" The disciples were surprised and surprised, cheering for Ying Feiyang.

Unlike the cheering crowd in the audience, Ying Feiyang stood in the ring in a daze, frightened, and the cold sweat seemed to dare to flow out at this time, but it soaked the placket behind him in an instant.

He turned his head and looked at Qingyi in a daze, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Qingyi just smiled and said, "Even if you win, you can keep that waste if you want to." "With that, I'm leaving.

"Wait!" Ying Feiyang suddenly shouted, "What is that?" The last move, there are many variables, Ying Feiyang suddenly realized a subtle move, but Qingyi restrained his murderous spirit and stopped the battle in advance, otherwise with his initial understanding, it is still uncertain whether he can survive under Qingyi's sword.

"What's what?" Qingyi didn't look back, and replied impatiently.

"What's it? Count you losing. ”

"Losing to a junior disciple, it's no wonder that he will be kicked out of the sect to guard the Taoist temple. ”

"How good I should be, it turns out that I am just posturing. ”

After the dignified killing intent dissipated, the disciples in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, as if to cover up the cowardice under the murderous aura, and at this time they all laughed at Qingyi to show their courage.

The ridicule fell on Ying Feiyang's ears, but it was extremely harsh, as if the person who was ridiculed was himself.

Scheming words, strange methods, and all kinds of tricks were used together, but they still relied on the opponent to let them win inexplicably.

Seeing that Qingyi was about to step out of the ring, Ying Feiyang suddenly shouted "Uncle Shi, slow down!"

Ying Feiyang shouted to Qingyi Daoren, gritted his teeth and said: "Fang Cai's trick doesn't count, please ask Uncle Shi to re-compare, the juniors don't run away or avoid, don't play tricks, don't play tricks, and please take Uncle Shi's sword again!"

As soon as Qingyi turned around, he looked at Ying Feiyang with cold eyes, Ying Feiyang was full of excitement, and instinctively wanted to retreat, but his feet were rooted and seemed to stand in the ring, not moving.

"Doesn't count, if you lose, I will definitely kill Ming Ye's waste to vent my anger, do you dare to respond?"

Ying Feiyang's heart was cold, and the nameless fire in his heart was extinguished by cold water.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Before Ying Feiyang could respond, Qingyi laughed strangely and said: "You are unwilling to win, but I am convinced of defeat, whether to fight or not to fight, how can it be decided by you!"

With that, he rose from the ground, turned into a sword light and flew away, and where he passed, a gust of wind was brought out, and Fang Cai was still laughing at his disciple with his mouth open, and his mouth was filled with wind, and he was blown unsteady on his feet.

"If he really wants to kill someone, I won't even have a chance to stop it. The weak Shang Ying closed his beautiful eyes.

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for a few years, Lao Qi's ability to kill the sword has reached this point, just talking about swordsmanship, I'm afraid that only the head and Gu Lao Wu can win him. On the high platform, Xie Lingyan's father Xie Kangle praised the case.

"I don't need a sword for a long time, I should be inferior to him, and there is only one person in this mountain who can defeat him. The head of Qingyue responded coldly.

At the foot of the mountain, in Qiyun Town, the Qing Kudao people stood in the courtyard with their hands in their hands, their eyes were clear and into the water, and they were all turbid in the past, looking up at the sword light that pierced the sky, and said: "Two years, only two years left!"

When the figure of the Qingyi Daoist is called as an indistinguishable small black dot in the far air, he should fly so hard that his feet are weak and he sits down in the ring......

The final winner of the conference, sitting in the ring, looking at the sword marks dragging in the sky, held the hilt tightly, this year, he was sixteen years old!