"Bang", there was only a crisp sound, but the two swords were broken into several sections, each piece of fragment was like a raw eye, carrying the light towards Miao Nanzhang Xing and the four of them.

Seizing the gap, Ren Jiuxiao jumped to the edge of the pool like a trapped beast out of the cage, took another sword and started it, and said coldly: "There is not much time, the last move." ”

But seeing Ren Jiuxiao paused, he spun around and went straight up to Jiuxiao, and at the same time, all the remaining swords in front of the pond also flew upside down, displayed in front of Ren Jiuxiao, frozen in the air. Ren Jiuxiao condensed, the white light of the long sword in his hand reappeared, and at the same time, the figure swirled sharply, and the long sword dragged out a burst of dazzling white light, if a meteor swept the tail, cutting through the heaven and earth, drawing yin and yang, a few crisp sounds, the sword in front of Ren Jiuxiao was all cut off, shattered, and cracked into countless pieces.

I saw that Ren Jiuxiao still didn't stop spinning, but at the same time he moved his sword like flying, dialing, pointing, transporting, bulleting, and stabbing, knocking out the pieces one by one.

Each time a fragment is hit, the fragment is as if it is ignited by a white mang, the same brilliance flickers, a cold light fills the sky, such as a starry sky, like a torrential rain pouring, and the fragments collide with each other, after the collision, after the collision, the direction is even more unpredictable, or from the frontal shot, or from the sky, or from the side of the flank, there is a virtual reality, treacherous and difficult to distinguish.

The four besiegers saw this magic skill, they were all dumbfounded, and only reacted after Ruifeng came behind, all of them danced swords into a circle, and the sound of "clanging" was endless, and when they received the move, they found that the fragments were not only extremely fast, overwhelming, but also each piece was amazingly powerful. If you are not careful, the sword will be swept away by fragments, and in the blink of an eye, the four of them have been injured in many places.

From the battle to the final move, none of the people present had the strength to divide their minds, and there was only one person who looked at the overall situation coldly.

Ying Feiyang had two nosebleeds coming out of his nose, which was a bit funny, but he was unconscious. His pupils shrank sharply, shrinking into a strange dot, as if all the black in his eyes had gathered in this dot, and the darkness was so dark and bright that it was seeping through, and in his eyes, time froze......

Every small fragment, angle, velocity, and strength were subtle in his pupils, and even every trace of wind, every drop of splashing water was in his calculations. Each piece of debris extended a thin white line in his mind, and the fragments followed the trajectory marked by the white line, extended, collided and reorganized, changed the trajectory, led to a new white line, and then continued to move along the trajectory......

Complex, dense, intertwined!

But there are traces!

Ying Feiyang's pupils shrank again, and the nosebleed changed from flowing to gushing out, and at this moment, the white lines in the sky no longer changed, weaving a dense net all over the sky.

But the net is still!

There is no time to command anyone, there is no time to spit out a byte, Ying Feiyang doesn't even have time to think, he instinctively throws the sword in his hand, and the moment the sword is thrown, the condensed pupils spread, Ying Feiyang spit out his blood, and time returns to the normal flow rate.

A sword, a sword without the blessing of true qi, weak and loose, flew towards the net in the sky, it seemed that it would be knocked away by fragments in the next moment, but every fragment could pass by it, and let him continue to move forward.

It's like a young boy with a sharp blade, but he can pass through the nine-fold palace luan, layer upon layer of guards, and assassinate the emperor sitting on the dragon chair.

It's so incredible, but the sword is indeed there, Ren Jiuxiao raised his sword, with a dazzling white glow, and shot down this sword like a fly, and the sword swirled and was inserted upside down in the pavilion.

But this superfluous action, the net of the sky is dead.

The more sophisticated the thing, the more it can't tolerate accidents, although it is a weak and powerless sword, but the angle of its attack is beyond Ren Jiuxiao's expectations.

Nan Ba suddenly felt that the Heavenly Sword Net had been killed by Fang Cai's sword, although the power was still terrifying, it had lost its infinite change, it was just a pile of scattered fragments. All he had to do was knock away the debris that fell nearby.

At this time, a soft call came into his ear, "Nanba." These two words were shouted when Ying Feiyang threw his sword, and only then did they reach his ears.

The tone is light and pleasant, as if a friend who meets by chance on the side of the road casually says hello, but there is this seductive magic, so that Nanba can't help but look back, Ying Feiyang in front of him is stained with blood all over his body and under his nose, but it is a little funny under the horror, but his pupils are still looking at him, and the corners of his mouth hook up a smile, calm and calm, as if when the two first met, he smiled and showed off the three sake in the gourd.

But this smile is clearly saying-

"Are you willing?"

He drank a jar of three sake, and now that the wine was suddenly ignited by the fire, Nan Hachi felt a hot current surging above his head, making him want to shout loudly.

"How can you be willing!" Nan Ba smiled, slammed his feet, if he had wings on his back, he flew into the sky with a majestic air current, in mid-air, Nan Ba curled up in a ball, protecting his head and face with his arms, although the net was scattered, but the residual power was still there, the sharp light crossed Nanba's body, and in a blink of an eye, it was like a thousand knives, but Nanba's sharp eyes were only locked on Ren Jiuxiao.

In the blink of an eye, the sword net has passed, and Nanba's body is stretched, like Kunpeng flapping his wings, and then raising his sword, the sword light reflects Jiuxiao's surprised expression.

In midair, the sound of swords roared and blood rained.

Then the two black shadows fell sharply, smashed to the ground and made a muffled sound, and then fixed their eyes, it was Nan Ba's sword that slashed at Ren Jiuxiao's shoulder blade, and Ren Jiuxiao's sword pierced Nan Ba's arm.

The sun and shadow sink in the west, and two opposing figures are reflected on the gradually boiling lake, and after a moment of froze in the picture, both sides draw their swords at the same time, each spilling blood on the spot.

Ren Jiuxiao looked at Nanba, and secretly wondered in his heart, the first two times he met this person, he felt that this person was a timid waste, how could he suddenly burst out with a fearless momentum this time. Ren Jiuxiao thought about it, and then moved his gaze to Ying Feiyang, who was covered in blood, "It's because of you!"

Ren Jiuxiao said secretly in his heart, and at the same time, the acupoint sealed the shoulder of the gushing blood, and said coldly: "You guys, enter the pavilion." With that, he walked into the pavilion by himself with his sword.

Everyone was stunned, and the joy had not yet surged into their hearts, at this time, Zhang Liu and Xing Fei glanced at each other, and at the same time raised their swords to attack Ying Feiyang!

The two of them had been fighting inexplicably from the beginning, thinking that as long as Ren Jiuxiao's strength was consumed, the rest would be handed over to Ying Feiyang. I don't know that the situation has changed like this, even if I want to stop the war, I can't get out of it.

Although the two of them were inexplicable in their hearts, they saw that Ying Feiyang had been seriously injured, and they immediately did not want to miss the opportunity, they needed to know that if they could get out of the Fenghai Sword Washing Sword, they could become disciples in front of the palace, but if they wanted to go further and become the personal disciple favored by the first elders, they would have to achieve excellent rankings in the next sword trial conference.

The two of them have to look at Shu, Fang is expected to get out of the Fenghai Sword Conference, and they began to calculate the interests of the sword test conference, Ying Feiyang is amazingly talented, and he must be a strong enemy that cannot be avoided at the sword test conference, so he made up his mind to eliminate him at this time.

The two of them came to their bodies in a blink of an eye, and suddenly a layer of water curtain burst out on the flat ground, swinging the double swords like a wall, and then spreading like rain, revealing Miao Miao's smiling face behind the water wall, "Fang is still fighting side by side, this face turning speed is too fast." ”

The two of them couldn't strike a blow, and when they heard Ren Jiuxiao in the pavilion snort coldly, they looked at them with disdain, and they were all cold at the moment, and they turned around and entered the pavilion.

Miao Miao saw Ying Feiyang's body swaying, and wanted to help him enter, but heard Ren Jiuxiao say: "You don't need to help him, he has to finish this journey by himself." When Miao Miao heard this, she made a grimace at Ren Jiuxiao, but she still listened to his words and walked into the pavilion alone.

So, there was only Ying Feiyang left outside the pavilion, Ying Feiyang's mind was mixed, as if he was waking up from a hangover, he couldn't remember where he was, he couldn't remember what had just happened, he only felt that his hands were empty, as if something important had been thrown out by himself.

"By the way, it's my sword, what about my sword?" Ying Feiyang thought about it, Ying Feiyang struggled to open his blurry eyes and glance, and finally a sword light came into his eyes, and his sword was being inserted upside down in the pavilion.

"So there it was. Ying Feiyang thought and walked towards his sword.

In one step, the wound that was no longer bleeding exploded again.

In the second step, blood sprayed out of the wound like a flying mist.

Three steps, Miao Miao couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned her head away.

Ying Feiyang seemed to feel no pain, his steps were slow but firm, step by step, let the skin and flesh crack, blood splashed, dragged a blood mark on the ground, and walked straight towards the sword in the small pavilion.

The sun has only the last rays of sunset that have not been hidden by the distant mountains, and the underground fire veins have also rioted like fierce beasts, and in a flash of light, three old men appeared out of thin air in the field, and the two sides were separated by Sect Leader Li and Forging Heaven Pavilion Elder Xuan Li Zhenren, and the old man in the middle, who was as solemn as Yue Zhiyuanlin, was the contemporary head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the first-class Xuanhe figure in the Dao Sect, Qingyue Zhenren.

Everyone in the field looked awe-inspired, and saluted to the head and the elders, but Ying Fei, all his thoughts were on the sword, like a hungry and dying little beast seeing blood food, dragging his staggering steps, walking in front of the head of the house, and entering the pavilion.

"Fenghai Sword Meeting, this is the end, those who pass the level, Ren Jiuxiao, Ming Ye, Miao Miao, Zhang Liu, Xing Fei ......"

Patriarch Li took a step forward and announced loudly, but he seemed to deliberately prolong his speech, waiting for the persistent young man in front of him, ten inches, five inches, four inches, three inches, Ying Feiyang's hand slowly approached, and he was about to catch the hilt of the sword.

"Smack. With a crisp sound, the sword snapped and fell to the ground.

It turned out that Ren Jiuxiao's sword was wrapped in a sword that cut gold and broken jade, but Ying Feiyang's sword was soft and weak, even if it was a blade of the same furnace, it was also a world of difference, and Ying Feiyang's sword was difficult to bear its might, and it had been cut off alive.

Ying Feiyang stretched out his hand, but grabbed an air, as if he could not bear the weight of his life without the support of the sword, and finally fell forward, and at this time, a hand held his fallen body, and a hard, cold sword hilt was stuffed into his hand, and Ying Feiyang instinctively grabbed it.

"Well, should fly. Patriarch Li's words were settled, and the Fenghai Sword Society came to an end.

"You said that when I understand it, I will decide whether I want to return the sword to you, and this is my answer. Nanba's voice came into Ying Feiyang's ears.

It was the last sound he heard before he passed out.