The warships of the Floating Cloud Sect were lined up, like several sharp swords suspended in the sky above the Golden Mansion.

Jin Caiyang and Jin Caiyin received the report and hurriedly came out to check.

For the Floating Cloud Sect, both of them are no strangers.

A few months ago, Jin Caiyang led the monks of the Golden Mansion to meet with the Fuyun Sect in the Nanlin County Mansion.

There is no interaction between the eastern and central parts of the country, and they only gather together on the day of the pilgrimage.

A suitable candidate will be selected from it to supplement the strength of the southern county government.

Like the Xiangyun Sect in the west, it is also the power of the southern county.

On the middle ship, a young man in a black robe looked at each other from afar.

It was none other than Nie Yufeng, an outstanding genius in the Floating Cloud Sect.

"The Lord of the Jin Mansion is in the limelight in the Nanlin County Mansion and has injured many disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect, how should this account be calculated. ”

The last time the Fuyun Sect participated in the pilgrimage conference, Nie Yufeng did not go, and now he is bringing up the old thing again, which is obviously not a good person.

Jin Caiyang laughed loudly: "If the virtuous nephew was present that day, I am afraid that the Jin Mansion would have injured more people." ”

These words are soft and hard, not only secretly praising the other party, but also losing grace.

The implication is that the two sides fight, and injuries are inevitable.

From another point of view, if Jinfu's skills are not as good as others, it will not make things difficult.

Nie Yufeng said coldly: "The Lord of the Golden Mansion is afraid that he is forgetful, and the son of the elder of the Floating Cloud Sect is injured in the hands of your Mansion. ”

Jin Caiyang participated in the court's worship conference, how could he never forget everyone, the other party's remarks were a bit of a crime.

"The two sides competed, and the sword had no eyes. Everything was presided over by the Nanlin County Government, and the Jin Mansion was not suspected of violating the rules. ”

Jin Caiyang threw the responsibility to the Nanlin County Government in a word, saying that the Jin Mansion fully complied with the rules of the conference.

As soon as Nie Yufeng beckoned, a disciple behind him carried out a person covered in white cloth.

Through the layers of white cloth, blood seeped and it looked like the injury was not light.

The big ship slowly landed, and the group walked down from the boat.

"The people in the Jin Mansion are ruthless, and I, as a disciple of the Floating Cloud Sect, have to learn something. ”

Behind Nie Yufeng stood four old men, who were none other than the four elders of the Floating Cloud Sect, all of whom were cultivators of the Yuanying Great Perfection.

The Floating Cloud Sect put on such a lineup, which obviously had a bit of a taste of force deterrence.

Jin Caiyang and Jin Caiyin looked at each other, and they both saw a dignified look in each other's eyes.

"How does the virtuous nephew want to comprehend, there is no one in the Golden Mansion who can compare with you. ”

Jin Caiyang didn't care about Nie Yufeng, but he couldn't ignore those elders of the Floating Cloud Sect.

Nie Yufeng was outstanding among the disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect, and his cultivation had also reached the late Yuan Infant stage.

"It's okay, let the people in your house talk to me until I'm satisfied. ”

Nie Yu's tone was arrogant and arrogant, and he regarded the Jin Mansion as a testing ground.

Jin Caiyang's face was pale, and his palms were clenched into fists, making a loud noise.

"What's the matter, no one in the Golden Mansion of Nuoda will dare to accept my challenge. Then who will be responsible for the injuries suffered by my junior brother? Nie Yufeng said coldly.

With the support of the elders of the sect, Nie Yufeng had no respect in front of Jin Caiyang.

"Lord Kim, I am willing to ask for war. ”

Some of the monks in the Golden Mansion stood up, and they were also cultivators in the late Yuan Infant period, and they really couldn't get used to Nie Yufeng's arrogance.

"Song Baiqing, be careful, Nie Yufeng is a genius disciple of the Floating Cloud Sect, and he is extremely difficult. Jin Caiyang cautiously instructed.

Although Jin Caiyang had never seen Nie Yufeng make a move, several elders of the Floating Cloud Sect were all sweeping the formation beside him, so he must have something extraordinary.

Song Baiqing carried a ghost-headed knife and made a saluting gesture at Nie Yufeng.

"Come on, I'll move your muscles. Nie Yu stretched out and yawned lazily.

As soon as the words fell, Nie Yufeng's body moved, and he stepped into front of Song Baiqing like a ghost, pointing his finger towards the other party's ribs.

This time it was elusive, and Song Baiqing's ghost head big knife didn't have time to come out, so he could only turn the blade and cut at Nie Yufeng's wrist.

Unexpectedly, Nie Yufeng was just a false move, and as soon as he turned his feet, he came to Song Baiqing's back, and suddenly changed his fingers into palms and struck down hard.

Song Baiqing was in a hurry, so he could only take the blame from the bottom to the top, and used the blade to protect his heart.

How could Nie Yufeng let him get his wish, his palm turned obliquely and slashed at Song Baiqing's neck.

The sharp palm wind blew, and Song Baiqing secretly said that it was not good.

Ignoring the image, he pounced forward, and rolled on the spot to dodge this tricky attack.

Nie Yufeng didn't give Song Baiqing a chance to breathe at all, and trampled up, raised his big hand, and buckled it to the top of Song Baiqing's head.

The five fingers were bent like hooks, with a heavy wind, like a dark cloud covering the top.

Song Baiqing's knife tip picked up and poked at Nie Yufeng's palm.

Nie Yufeng's eyes flashed, and his fingers pinched the blade, firmly gripping Song Baiqing's big knife like iron tongs.

The back of the ghost head knife is heavy, the tip of the knife is sharp, and it is powerful and heavy, and it is a fierce road.

Song Baiqing saw that the other party grabbed the knife with his bare hands, and he had some intention of despising the enemy. He didn't hesitate at the moment, he directly used his strength and took advantage of the situation to slash at Nie Yufeng's chest.

There were bursts of brilliance on the blade, and a sword several zhang long directly broke out and attacked Nie Yufeng.

Nie Yufeng slid to the side, his fingers flicked on the back of the knife, like a dragon's groan.

Song Baiqing felt a huge surge of power, and the blade was unable to retract and deviated from the direction.

The blade slammed into the ground next to it, forming a deep ravine.

All the monks in the Jin Mansion secretly screamed a pity, and they all pinched a cold sweat for Song Baiqing.

Only Song Baiqing knew that the other party had not yet shown his blade, and he easily resolved his moves.

The opponent's body is dexterous, and his own attack can't catch his trace at all.

Song Baiqing's steel teeth clenched, and the long knife in his hand was held high above the top, continuously slashing at Nie Yufeng.

The space turned into a sea of blades, and the cold light flickered, surging towards Nie Yu in all directions.

This move is Song Baiqing's proud trick.

Songlan Taohai Izumo type.

It is the Taoist meaning that Song Baiqing realized in the sea of fog in the mountains.

The pines and cypresses are evergreen, and under the swaying of the mountain wind, the pine forest fluctuates like waves, looming in the clouds and mist.

The knife is like a stormy wave, intended to break the clouds.

The sound of the hob is like a thunderous explosion.

The people in the Jin Mansion couldn't help but cheer loudly, and they were amazed by the artistic conception of Song Baiqing's knife.

Only a few elders of the Floating Cloud Sect had their faces as usual. This kind of display of Dao will not be a subtle trick in their eyes.

Nie Yufeng was surrounded by sword light, like a reef washed by the tide, standing still.

A sword light shot up into the sky, like a sun shining up in the clouds.

Nie Yufeng finally showed his long sword, and stabbed a sword seemingly lightly.

The sword pointed straight at the sky, and the tip of the sword shone brightly, as if a ball of light had risen in the air.

Boom.

The ball of light burst, and the ten thousand sword shadows were like lightning, cutting through the mist of the sea of swords.

Song Baiqing saw sweat on his forehead, and the other party's sword shadow was even more violent than the sword shadow, covering a wider range.

The sea of swords was turbulent, and the shadow of the sword was as sharp as lightning.

Snort.

There was a roar in the air, and it was the sword shadow that broke through the air to form a ground air flow friction, and the momentum was no less than the roar of the angry thunder in the sea of swords.

Be sure to resist.

Song Baiqing controlled the sea of swords with difficulty, wanting to engulf the attacking sword shadow.

Thousands of sword shadows rushed into the sea of swords, and a series of crashing sounds were endless.

Song Baiqing's big sword and Nie Yufeng's long sword intersected continuously, and the other party's sword intent was as cold as a bone-eclipse, as if it was about to coagulate his blood.

A huge impact surged from the knife, Song Baiqing's hands holding the knife were dripping with blood, and the meridians of his whole body were bursting with sharp pain.

"Don't give up the knife yet. Nie Yufeng said nonchalantly.

Between the swings of the long sword in his hand, another sword shadow was sprinkled.

Boom, boom, boom.

Song Baiqing retreated again and again, and beads of blood oozed from the pores on his body, which was a sign that the meridians were overwhelmed.

"The knife is in the man. ”

Song Baiqing's eyes showed unyielding fighting intent, and he tore off a large piece of his shirt from his body and wrapped it around the palm holding the big knife.

His palm could no longer hold the long knife, so he could only use these strips of cloth to fix it and slash it towards Nie Yufeng again.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. Nie Yufeng said coldly.

The long sword shook, and several streams of sword light intertwined, like a silver-white chain, hitting Song Baiqing's big sword.

Clang.

There was a loud bang, and an irresistible force came from the blade.

Song Baiqing's eyes were hazy, his chest was like a sledgehammer impact, the blade of the big knife was rolled up, and his hands hung down softly.

This violent blow shattered the bones of Song Baiqing's arms, and the big knife fell weakly to the ground, and the blade was dim.

Nie Yufeng's body was like the wind and came to Song Baiqing.

flew up and kicked on the knee of Song Baiqing's right leg, making a crisp click.

Song Baiqing screamed miserably, his right leg twisted into a strange shape, and he could no longer maintain the balance of his body, and he collapsed to the ground.

Nie Yufeng didn't seem to be happy yet, so he directly raised his big foot and stepped Song Baiqing's left leg.