The spiral cyclone was fleeting.

Wang Jiyue's flying sword was attracted, and suddenly deviated, not only failed to win, but opened the door wide, revealing a great flaw.

Zheng Zheng, Zheng Zheng.

There was a sound of flying swords colliding like a dense rain in the air, and the light of fire faintly appeared.

A trick is lost, Wang Jianyue still has a way. One hundred and fifty years of experience is not given in vain, and the flying sword is quickly recalled.

Soon moved back to the situation slightly.

However, the sword technique used by the opponent to attack was not enough, and every time Wang Jianyue grabbed the opportunity to attack, he would always be deflected by the attraction of the opponent's flying sword and the large and small whirlpools that were born, forcing him to open the door wide and have to return to the sword to defend himself.

After going back and forth several times, Wang Jiyue couldn't keep up with the speed of the opponent's flying sword, and watched the golden red light attack suddenly, rubbing his neck, his face like dead ashes.

"Accept!" Zhang Yan retracted Chenghuang and said indifferently.

"The young man's swordsmanship is brilliant, and he is ashamed of himself!" After more than 150 years and more than 30 years in charge of the Quxi Wang family, Wang Jiyue will not have this bearing. Clenched his fists in return and retreated to the stone platform at the summit.

In the air outside the stone platform, only Zhang Yan was left floating in the air alone.

The mountain wind is blowing strongly, the white shirt is golden sword, and the long black hair is hunting and flying, which makes it more and more extraordinary.

"Who else?"

There are not many masters on the peak who have not yet made a move, and no one has answered for a while. After a few breaths, an old man with white hair and thick palms came out and said, "Loose cultivation Lan Yuan Dao, let the old man come and meet you." But the old man doesn't use a flying sword, look carefully!"

The sleeves of the robe waved, two melon-sized, eight-edged and twenty-six-sided, and a magic weapon with silver brilliance flew out.

"Whack in all directions!"

In Zhang Yan's memory, the Shan Sect also has this exercise. The evaluation of the elders of the sect is that it is better to use a flying sword.

The stranger the weapon, the faster it will die!

The world has a similar truth.

The more outlandish the weapon, the more unique and unconventional the skill is required. And advanced skills often do not appear in third- and fourth-rate forces.

The sea flow wave sword, the sword light is like a ring, and a whirlpool is born in the air, and a force of attraction is involved at the same time, deflecting the flight path of the eight-edged silver hammer.

This old man looks older than Wang Jiyue, and many years of time have not been wasted. With him in battle, it cannot be said that the suction caused by Zhang Yanjian's style can be restrained, and among the remaining few people, it is undoubtedly the most suitable.

The weapon magic weapon he used was called the Eight-Sided Collapse Mountain Bright Silver Hammer, and the hammer was engraved with a talisman, and the means were also used when refining. The secret of this pair of silver hammers lies in the discretion of the weight.

Without pinching the magic trick, the two silver hammers are only twenty or thirty pounds, and they fly fast and unhindered.

Once the enemy is engaged, the weight can increase suddenly, turning into a weight of 1,800 catties each, worthy of the name of the mountain!

Lan Yuandao was careful in his heart, and when the silver hammer was shot, it was adjusted to four or five hundred catties.

Heavy weapons are less likely to be attracted than light ones.

The twin hammers whirled, tearing through the air and making a sound of wind, pushing the kid on the other side far away for a moment.

Lan Yuandao is always open.

Suddenly, the opposite side of Zhang Burning Sword unfolded, and the flying sword arc bypassed a huge loop. The blue sea suddenly appeared in the air, and the tide swirled, as if above the deep sea, there was an aura, a bottomless black hole.

The suction power emitted from the orange-yellow color flying sword suddenly increased to a level that Lan Yuandao couldn't imagine.

Lan Yuandao was caught off guard, a pair of eight-sided mountain bright silver hammers, swishing twice, flying at high speed, and thrown into the sword whirlpool.

As soon as he saw a flower, the junior who was more than 100 years younger than him on the opposite side, dressed in white and holding a silver hammer, stood in front of him with a smile.

"Take!"

Lan Yuandao was ashamed for a while, hid his face and retrieved a pair of silver hammers, without looking back, leaving the peak and flying away.

"Suction occurs on the sword, which swordsmanship is this?" Not only Lao Yajian, but on the stone platform on the peak, all the people who are qualified and unqualified to fight are asking themselves.

Except for Long Xiaopeng.

"Occasionally...... Newly realized...... Could it be that these sword moves were actually created by Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Yan's two competitions, the swordsmanship revealed, the number of paths is obviously different from the well-known sword trick of the mountain. If it was an advanced sword technique that was unknown to the Mountain Sect, it would not surprise him. However, recalling what Zhang Yan just said, it turned out to be like a self-creation, how could he not be shocked?

Creating your own sword technique is no easy task.

The glass light glimpse sword of the Lifu scattered people was obtained from the remains of the stone carvings of the previous generation, half of which was completed, and half of which was created by her. This sword was obtained from the imperial qi period decades ago, and it has been added, deleted and repaired, until today, it has not been finalized.

It's hard, how can Long Xiaopeng, as a disciple of Sanren, not know?

The few sword moves that Zhang Yan used just now are strict in law and unique in strength, if it was really his own creation, it would be terrifying!

"It's terrifying and terrifying! Such a talented person, it's really a genius!" A strong uneasiness surged in his heart, Long Xiaopeng turned his mind around, and laughed silently: "If I hadn't seen through Xuan...... The true face of that slut is still in the Youxian Society, and Zhang Yan is naturally my great enemy. But since he is already ready to take refuge in the mountain, the stronger this sect's senior disciple is, wouldn't the future of the mountain sect be better?"

"Hehe! There is Yutao's senior, and I am not afraid that he will pit our master and apprentice!"

"I'll do it!"

A man jumped out of the stone platform again.

This time, everyone was attentive, engrossed, and added more than ten points of spirit to observe Zhang Yan's swordsmanship.

After a short time, he only lasted thirty-two rounds in front of Zhang Yan, and this swordsman from the Liuhua River, a well-known sword sect, fell into the whirlpool, lost control, and had to retreat gloomily.

This time, everyone could see it clearly, looking at the sword technique he used when attacking, it was actually the extremely common introductory sword technique "Guiyuan Sword Technique" that was circulated in the Longshan area. It is said that it is a return to the yuan, and all streams return to one, but in fact, it is one yuan, which is simpler than the "three talents" that most casual cultivators like to choose.

It's just that he defended, and the swordsmanship that led away the enemy's flying sword was indeed extraordinary.

One is shallow, the other is clever.

"This is hiding from the sect, right?" The monks present did not say that they were old and sophisticated, at least they had been walking outside for many years, so it was not difficult to see that they were not alone.

Lao Yajian had another calculation in his heart.

"Mistake! Mistake! I was going to drag Xiaolong off the field through this kid, but who knew that this kid would be so stably!" Seeing that there are not many monks who haven't lost a game, is it true that the three of them supernatural monks can be suppressed in person?

In that case, not to mention bullying the small, will it provoke other adults, and then come to the door and say. At least for now, it's a big shame.

There was another concern in his mind.

"If you need to hide your origin, you must not be an unknown little faction from an unknown background. There is such a peculiar swordsmanship in the division, and he can have an equal relationship with Xiaolong, so he must have some background. If the fight is light, I'm afraid that he won't accept it, and if the shot is heavy, I'm afraid of hurting the harmony, it seems that only I personally shot. ”

coughed, and was about to say a few words, and took action in person.

In the distance, the height of this peak was close to that of this peak, and on another peak in the northwest direction of the same formation blockade, there was a hearty laughter.

Three figures, one man, two women, and three figures appeared, and Tang Xiaofei, the disciple of Guanhe Sanren, who had seen it before, stroked his palms and jumped out: "I can't think of it, I can't think of it! Originally, I only looked at a group of toads who didn't know the height of the sky, but I didn't expect to see such an interesting sword technique!"

"Boy, say something!"

As if there was no one around, the cultivators on the stone platform were angry.

Even with Lao Yajian's treacherous cunning, he couldn't help but be annoyed, the poisonous fire skeleton Xia Pengzu's eyes were embedded in the skull's eye sockets, and the fire flashed, Song Shangzhi's face showed dissatisfaction, and the wide cuffs of the Taoist robe flicked, and he said angrily: "Where did the junior come from, he dared to speak out!"

"Benevolence and Righteousness Sword Song Daxia?" Tang Xiaofei still looked like a harmless human and animal, but in fact there was no one in his eyes, his hands wrapped around the waists of the two beautiful female cultivators on the left and right, and said lazily: "What's wrong?

"There are rumors that 'one yuan' is better than 'nine palaces', but that is all in ancient times. Since the beginning of the record, there have been very few people who can achieve the golden pill with a kind of supernatural power, and the path of your benevolent and righteous sword will end here!"

Long and Zhang nodded secretly when they heard this.

The nectar falling from the sky and the engraved natal supernatural power do have a lot to do with the condensation of Jindan. At least Longshan, in the past thousand years, has never heard of a Yuan Cheng Dan.

Song Shangzhi's face changed slightly.

Without waiting for him to speak, Tang Xiaofei's eyes had already turned to Lao and Xia.

"Compared to them, you are still the most self-motivated! One is struggling, the other is completely lost, such a monk is vain to claim supernatural powers, that is, he is trembling in front of people whose cultivation is not as strong as yours. Say it's a toad, maybe I look down on you. ”

Lao Yajian's face changed greatly.

Among the three people, Song Shangzhi entered the Tao halfway, although he got the relics of his predecessors, he was still regarded as a wild road, and he took a lot of wrong paths in his previous practice. However, he had a strong Taoist heart, knew his own problems, and never gave up, so his face only changed slightly, and he returned to normal.

Lao Yajian knew that his talent was insufficient, and his family inheritance was not very clever, so he took the initiative to give up the general choice of condensing the golden pill, and instead chose the unsuitable Dandan, but he engraved the dantian with great magical power for combat effectiveness. Give up the future in exchange for the strength of combat effectiveness.

Tang Xiaofei just said that he hit his sore spot, and Lao Yajian almost couldn't help the anger burning in his chest, and he was about to teach a lesson to the boy who didn't know the height of the sky in the distance.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, Lao Yajian narrowed his eyes, and said secretly: "Engrave the supernatural power, after this time, I am afraid of causing trouble to the family and leaving disaster to my descendants, so I will be kind to others everywhere." Could it be that he is too good at talking, and is regarded as a bully, thinking that the old man will not kill?"

The murderous intent surging in his chest.

An old man like him, even if he kills, will not be as reckless and impulsive as a young man. Looking left and right, Song Shangzhi's complexion changed and recovered quickly, but he didn't look like he would protect Tang Xiaofei. Xia Pengzu couldn't see the expression on his skeletal face, but those who were familiar with him could see from his eyes and subtle movements of his body that this poisonous fire skeleton was already angry and could have an attack at any time.

"Wait until I find out his bottom again, if you don't have any origin, boy, I'll blame your life!" Lao Yajian was ruthless in his heart, and was about to ask, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter not far away.