Lu Li clasped his hands around his chest, held the Black Dragon Ancient Sword in one hand, and went straight to the edge of the sword worship platform. Because of the ruthlessness of the white-clothed senior brother, the number of people who challenged and watched the excitement was greatly reduced, and only three or three disciples stood on the edge of the ring.

For more than half a month, no one has counted the number of challengers on stage, and the senior brother in white still solves them mercilessly and cleanly. However, the quality of the challenger has increased significantly, and the white-clothed senior brother's palm has become extremely tricky and fierce.

Lu Li looked around, and there was no trace of Mingyang.

"Strange, don't you say you're coming, people. You won't run away. ”

Lu Li was muttering in his heart, and the short sword to avoid water was placed on Lu Li's shoulder.

"Why do you look down on you and me so much?"

Lu Li rolled his eyes, "I value Senior Brother in White." ”

"I'm going to let you know what it means to be competent. Ming Yang took the water short sword and strode forward, his face showed firm determination, and the black goat horns on his head gradually appeared.

Lu Li endured it and didn't reach out to touch it, yesterday Mingyang suddenly said that he was going to challenge, Lu Li didn't know what crazy disease he had committed again, teasing a few words, Mingyang still wanted to come, Lu Li had to say two words of encouragement, and came to the sword worship platform early the next day, wanting to see how Mingyang was beaten.

I saw Mingyang holding the water-sheltering short sword on his shoulder with one hand, and crossed his waist with the other, taking two steps forward, pointing directly at the senior brother in white. It turned out that this time was not that time, Mingyang missed the opportunity to enter the ancient battlefield, and now if he wants to enter again, he must follow the current rules and challenge the white-clothed senior brother successfully before he can enter. Mingyang was not interested in apprenticeship Wuji, he only hoped that he could enter the ancient battlefield and refine an ancient sword intent.

The corners of the white-clothed senior brother's mouth rose, he had been waiting for a long time.

The white-clothed senior brother took the white blade empty-handed, clasped his hands together to clamp the water-avoiding short sword, borrowed the power of Mingyang's forward rush, took a step back with his left leg, rotated his body, and took Mingyang to rotate half a circle in the air, the white-clothed senior brother suddenly let go, and Mingyang's whole person flew in the opposite direction of Lu Li.

Lu Li thought that the senior brother in white would give Mingyang a slap and tell him to retreat, but who knew that there was really a lively scene to see, and he instantly came to his senses and shouted: "Senior brother, come on, beat him!"

The senior brother in white turned his back to Lu Li, the corners of his mouth rose, Mingyang smiled bitterly, Lu Li said that the senior brother did not say which senior brother, this is obviously to cheer up both sides and set up seedlings for both sides of the fight.

didn't have time to think about it, Ming Yang held a short sword to avoid water in one hand, a sword holster in the other, and a sword was used as two swords, fighting with the senior brother in white.

Lu Li also had a lot of research on swordsmanship, and she quickly saw that Mingyang's swordsmanship was really poor, and he was not on the same level as the senior brother in white at all. Now that Senior Brother in White is just confronting him empty-handed, Mingyang has already tried his best, if Senior Brother in White sacrifices a magic weapon, Mingyang will definitely lose.

Lu Li really wanted to go on stage to guide Mingyang's moves, but he was worried that he would hurt Mingyang's face in front of so many people.

Of course, Mingyang knew that he was not an opponent, but this time, he must make up for his mistakes and get the opportunity to enter the ancient battlefield.

Again, Mingyang was kicked to the ground by the white-clothed senior brother, and with a "bang", the sword worship platform seemed to tremble.

Lu Li's heart rose to his throat, and he cheered up for Mingyang in his heart. It was the first time she had seen Mingyang so serious, although she didn't know why, but Lu Li really hoped that Mingyang could win a big victory.

Mingyang gasped, trembled and got up, his eyes stared at the white-clothed senior brother resolutely, and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Around the sword worship platform, the crowd who rushed to see the excitement after hearing the news surrounded the three layers inside and three layers outside. Lu Li heard someone whispering, not only discussing Mingyang's family, but also discussing his character and appearance.

Lu Li's eyes were staring at the sword worship platform, but his ears were erected, listening to the discussion of the Kunlun disciples.

Although the Kunlun disciples are quieter and quieter than the disciples elsewhere, the gossip hearts of the female disciples are not inferior to the disciples of other places at all. As the second son of the Demon Realm, Ming Yang is a sought-after nobleman in the Six Realms. Besides, no matter whether the fairies have a chance to marry into the Ten Thousand Demon Palace in the future, or even whether they have the intention of abandoning the God Realm to enter the Demon Realm, it will not affect their spring hearts today.

Lu Li listened carefully, and suddenly felt that Mingyang's challenge to worship the sword platform this time was to attract bees and butterflies. Lu Li rolled his eyes, and no longer cheered for Mingyang in his heart, but prayed silently, hoping that the senior brother in white would be more ruthless, and it would be best to beat Mingyang into a pig's head, and see if those fairies were still.

On the stage, Mingyang once got up, and the ancient battlefield that could be entered without any obstacles at all has now become an unattainable dream. Ming Yang has never been interested in cultivation, because he feels that no matter what troubles he has caused in the Demon Realm, Ming Qi will protect him. Even in this huge Six Realms, who would dare to be disrespectful to the son of the Demon Realm. Even if you encounter a small gutter that doesn't have long eyes, there is still Lu Li covered. In Mingyang's heart, among the Six Realms, as long as he doesn't destroy the peace, he can act recklessly and spend his life in style. But...... The scene in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons was vivid, Mingyang had tears in his eyes, only this time, he must not lose.

Mingyang held the short sword in both hands, and drew a beautiful arc in the air with his backhand, the blue waves gushed out, and the fire of anger roared towards the man in white almost at the same time.

Of course, the man in white recognized this move, he was not in a hurry, his figure disappeared all of a sudden, and he came behind Mingyang in another instant, and with just one palm, Mingyang flew out and fell heavily on the ground with his face on the ground.

Mingyang's fall was at Lu Li's feet.

"Senior brother. Lu Li trembled and stepped forward to help Mingyang, but Mingyang stubbornly raised his head, his mouth was full of blood, but he shook his head with a smile. 80

If Lu Li came to help, Mingyang would have lost. Seeing that Mingyang was so persistent, Lu Li didn't dare to move a step, and whispered: "You can't get close to Senior Brother Bai at all, if you want to win, you have to use your wisdom." ”

Mingyang nodded slightly, and used all fours to get up.

The white-clothed senior brother was still white, and there was not a trace of dust on his sleeves. He raised his hand and drew two circles in the air, the wide sleeves wrapped around his arms because of inertia, and then behind his hands, he said to Mingyang: "Admit defeat as soon as possible, why be reluctant." ”

Mingyang grinned, his teeth were already red and white, and the smell of blood filled his entire mouth.

"I don't even know how to write a type. ”

The corners of the man in white's mouth rose, "Good boy, that senior brother is here to teach you." ”

Before the words fell, the right hand of the man in white scribbled in the air like water, and a thick true qi flew in. Because the true qi was too strong, Lu Li, who was standing behind Ming Yang, almost subconsciously sacrificed the Black Dragon Ancient Sword.

Mingyang held the piece in one hand, and put two fingers against the sword with the other, resisting the powerful true qi of the man in white. True Qi brought Gangfeng, and the Kunlun disciples and Lu Li, who were watching the excitement, had to protect their eyes with their hands to barely open their eyes to check the situation. Mingyang's brows tightened and he didn't move, Lu Li withdrew his hand blocking the wind, and secretly cheered for Mingyang.

A handful of dust appeared in the right hand of the man in white, drawing eight characters in the air, and true qi continued to pour out. The man in white still had some strength left, but Mingyang's mana ran out, and the corners of his mouth slowly oozing blood.

The man in white saw the opportunity, and at the moment when Mingyang was about to be beaten away by his true qi, he swept Mingyang in front of him with a flick of dust, and asked sarcastically, "Still don't admit defeat?"

Mingyang's whole body was restrained by a whisk and couldn't move, but he said without showing weakness: "I recognize your uncle!"

"Hey, isn't our rank messed up, how can I take advantage of you? ”

Mingyang gritted his teeth, fighting against the senior brother in white, he couldn't beat it, he couldn't scold it, it was really embarrassing to throw it to the sky.

Senior Brother in White seemed to see through Mingyang's thoughts, and said, "Admit defeat with Senior Brother, don't be ashamed." ”

"Admit it! If you have the ability, you let me go, and we will fight for 800 rounds!"

Senior Brother in White was amused by Mingyang again, "If you weren't Senior Brother, I wouldn't even bother to fight you for a round." Do you dare to speak wildly?"

Mingyang, who had been hanging in the air, couldn't break free for a while, and didn't mind playing tricks, "It's not that you're old, your physical strength can't keep up, and you can't beat eight hundred rounds!"

The man in white smiled and said, "This question, others can not know, you, you will definitely know today." ”

As he spoke, the white-clothed senior brother withdrew the whisk, and Mingyang's body instantly fell to the ground, but fortunately, the water-avoiding short sword never got out of his hand, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, the sword pointed to the ground, and the sword body was bent, and Mingyang was bounced.

The two stood together again, only this time, the white-clothed senior brother was holding the Kunlun disciple sword in his hand, the sword intent was pure, the blade was sharp, and the sword was rushing towards Mingyang's life.

The two swords flew up and down, clanging, and the mana of the two stirred up the thin aura of the sword worship platform, and the qi flowed, and on the sword worship platform, it seemed that a layer of white mist was rising, which made people not see it really.

Watching the lively Kunlun female disciples boiling, such a handsome Mingyang not only never admits defeat, but also has fought hundreds of moves with the white-clothed seniors, not too handsome!

Lu Li clasped his hands around his chest, these Kunlun disciples didn't know, didn't she know, Mingyang was a person who could escape and would never be strong, how could he be so strong this time? It was already one hundred and fifty moves, although it was still far from the Haikou that Mingyang boasted of, but it was no longer the height that Mingyang could reach in his usual days.

In the sword worship platform, Mingyang concentrated on the battle, of course he knew that he was not the opponent of the white-clothed senior brother, because of the move he used, the white-clothed senior brother would immediately return it to him according to the gourd drawing, and such a rapid learning ability was beyond Mingyang's reach. If this continues, Mingyang will do all his tricks, and the white-clothed senior brother will learn all the handsome moves that Mingyang has worked out with great difficulty.

Mingyang's sword was engraved on the sword of the Kunlun disciple of the white-clothed senior brother, and he took two steps back with his strength, and said: "Stealing the master to learn the art is not a gentleman's doing!"

"I'm not a Confucian student, and I don't want to be a gentleman. ”

"Why don't I give you a chance, take eight hundred apprentices to me, and I'll teach you well. ”

"Confucianism does say that a disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher, but your ability to lift my shoes is almost the same. ”

Mingyang was enraged, a sword cut horizontally, just halfway through the move, Mingyang fell to the ground with a thousand catties, and the water-avoiding short sword slashed on the ground from top to bottom, and the sky fell apart in a moment of worship, everyone's bodies shook violently, and the ancient battlefield appeared in front of everyone.