When Ning Baifeng stood on the gimbal, he found that he was not alone.

When it comes to sword fighting, it's normal to have two people, but the problem is that there are three people on the gimbal, and even a fourth person flies halfway, and when they see that something is wrong, they turn around and return to the sword boat.

This scene is like a robbery.

Among the three, Ning Baifeng came up a little later, half a beat slower than the other two.

And this delayed half a beat should be the time to talk to Lang Ping.

Normally, you won't have any problems slowing down the first half of the beat.

But at this time, there is a suspicion of scrambling for the first half of the beat, and Qi Yu has just fought until no one comes to the stage, which is extremely embarrassing at first.

Slowly, all kinds of strange eyes fell on Ning Baifeng.

Some people sneered, thinking why they weren't so active just now, shameless rats!

Lang Ping slapped his forehead, his face full of shame.

Wu Ziqi lowered his head and did not speak.

Ruan Manman's face flushed slightly and looked to the side.

Wei Xing's eyes looked at the sky, pretending not to know.

Everyone who was familiar with Ning Baifeng was silent.

The two people who came to the stage first looked at Ning Baifeng, and one of them hesitated: "Friend, you ......"

There were some things that he really couldn't say.

Ning Baifeng smiled dryly and retreated, and said, "You guys fight ...... first."

Back on the sword boat, Ning Baifeng saw everyone's behavior and coughed twice in his dry throat.

There was still no one on the sword boat, only a breeze blowing through the cloud platform.

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The two who came up first were not strong.

Judging from the speed of his imperial sword and the means of attack, it is only a little better than Lang Ping, and it is far from Luo Junxian.

Therefore, the two of them drove the flying sword and fought back and forth for nearly half a cup of tea, and finally they were almost exhausted, one of them grabbed a momentary flaw, and with a cry of pain, the flying sword pierced the opponent's right shoulder.

Although the winner is divided, the winner has also consumed a lot.

caused this person to stand on the gimbal for dozens of breaths, but no one went up to challenge.

Ning Baifeng rubbed the pad of his thumb lightly with the index finger of his left hand, thinking to himself that it seems that many people don't want to have a bad reputation for picking up cheap.

However, gradually some people set their eyes on Ning Baifeng.

That means, it's clearly saying, weren't you running very diligently just now, why aren't you on it now?

Ruan Manman couldn't stand such a gaze, gently tugged at Ning Baifeng's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, why don't you ...... You better go for it. ”

Ning Baifeng glanced at Ruan Manman, who was bowing his head.

Then he looked around and found that many people's eyes were on him.

Ning Baifeng sighed, jumped onto the cloud platform, took out the sword in the bamboo tube behind his back, held it in his hand, and said, "Please advise!"

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There were no accidents, and Ning Baifeng won easily.

This also caused some to look at him with sneering eyes.

But in the eyes of others, Ning Baifeng's victory was a bit surprising.

Because they didn't see Ning Baifeng dispatch the flying sword, but held the sword, stepped out, and instantly appeared in front of the person who couldn't dodge, and the pitch-black long sword was on the other party's shoulder.

This scene is familiar to many people.

Someone muttered, "It's really a good way to learn, and it's quite good at pretending." ”

The person standing opposite Ning Baifeng, his lips opened slightly, and he wanted to speak again and again, but in the end, he didn't say anything, hugged his fist, and turned to leave.

The notoriety is carried by someone, and the other challengers naturally do not need to wait.

Soon a sword light flew onto the gimbal.

However, if you come quickly, you will also return quickly.

After asking for advice, Ning Baifeng jumped out again, stepped over dozens of zhang, and put a sword on the opponent's shoulder.

The same scene repeats itself over and over again.

This time, no one ridiculed and treated him with a straight face.

In the three consecutive battles that followed, even though the two were hundreds of feet apart, the young man in white only appeared in front of each other in a few flashes, with a long sword on the other party's shoulder.

There are people's hearts

Think, do you want to be like Qi Yu, eat all over the world with one move?

By the sixth person, the challenger was a woman, from the Sky Mist Peak.

However, the next situation left many people speechless.

This woman's strength is second only to Xie Cai, and she waited until this time to make a move, just to grab the last spot.

But Ning Baifeng's way of making a move is exactly the same as Luo Junxian.

The pitch-black long sword continued to stab out, scattering the woman's afterimage, and the battle between the two was also very ethereal, and the figure kept appearing in the cloud platform within a radius of several miles.

Seeing this scene, Chen Songfeng's eyes moved slightly.

Zhou Tian didn't think it was interesting for this kind of child to fight, but he felt very interesting about this way of shooting, and remembered Chen Songfeng's words before, so he asked for advice.

Chen Songfeng was interrupted to ponder, looked at this extremely handsome Qingdu enshrinement, thought about it, and explained the Confucian gentleman's kendo softly.

The two did not avoid outsiders, and the explanation quickly spread.

Many monks of the older generation thought to themselves, when did Hui Yuanshan appear to practice the way of Confucian gentlemen and swordsmanship.

Half a cup of tea time later.

The flying sword containing the frost of the fog directly pierced the afterimage of Ning Baifeng, which was hundreds of zhang away.

The woman suddenly felt bad and wanted to back away.

A pitch-black long sword suddenly appeared on her shoulder, suppressing her and she couldn't move, not because the black sword was too heavy, but because her body was shrouded in an extremely strong sword intent, as if she would be pierced by ten thousand swords if she moved.

Between breaths, the figure of the young man in white appeared, holding the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, the woman understood that she could fight for so long, not because of her own outstanding strength, but because the other party did not do her best at all.

The woman wore a veil and couldn't see her face clearly, but her tone was cold, "Why?"

Obviously, she could have been defeated with one blow, but it has dragged on until now, so why play like this.

Ning Baifeng was stunned for a moment and said, "I just want to learn if the Fog Hidden Frost is really so magical." ”

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked, "What about now?"

Ning Baifeng replied honestly: "The Fog Hidden Frost is very good, but your strength is not enough. ”

The woman looked at the young man in white in a daze.

This scene on the gimbal is too familiar.

It's so familiar that it's surprising.

Ruan Manman's eyes were extremely nervous.

Many people wonder if this doesn't happen again.

The division commanders on the periphery were even more vigilant.

Zhuo Xinyuan, the lord of Shangyang Peak above, and Jiang Feng, who was not far away, were ready to strike at any time.

It seems that everyone's thoughts played a role, or Xie Cai's punishment came first, and the despicable sneak attack did not appear after all.

Ning Baifeng withdrew his sword and said, "Accept." ”

The woman glanced at Ning Baifeng deeply, didn't say a word, turned around and flew back to the sword boat where the disciples of Empty Mist Peak were located.

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The fight came to an end, and no one came to power.

Ning Baifeng, who was standing on the gimbal, had won six people in a row, which was logically enough to be recognized by everyone, but many people always felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't say what was wrong.

"Probably because of ...... Not amazing enough. ”

Yue Hanyi looked over there and said how he felt.

This statement was quickly unanimously recognized by everyone.

Ning Baifeng lost six people in a row, the first person didn't need to say much, he would even lose face when he said it, and the next few people were also lackluster, and they were defeated with one blow.

Even if he sighed that his body speed was fast enough, if it was compared to the flying sword in Qi Yu's sword cultivation gourd, it was estimated that it would only pierce through the shoulder in an instant like a few other people.

As for the fight with the female disciples of the Empty Mist Peak.

Although it is exciting enough, but Luo Junxian Zhuyu is in front, Ning Baifeng's behavior is obviously suspected of imitation, giving people a feeling of a dog's tail and mink.

Ji Zhilan originally had a good impression of Ning Baifeng, but at this time, she also felt a little uncomfortable.

Although no one came to power at this time, many people were not convinced.

Some people think, is this the end of this year's Yuntai sword?

It's a bit too unremarkable to be in line with the final victory

The earth-shattering feeling of negative.

A lot of people find it boring.

Ning Baifeng felt those gazes, and secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

Just as he was about to fly down, a sword light that illuminated the sky and the sea of clouds flew quickly from the far north of the north.

The sword qi soared into the sky, accompanied by bursts of thunder caused by the screaming of the breaking wind.

Everyone's eyes were all attracted by this sword light.

The north of Huiyuan Mountain is the Empty Fog Peak, and the continuous mountain of the Empty Fog Peak is further north, which is the cold region of the extreme north, which is collectively called the Cold Mountain by the Huiyuan Mountain.

And this sword light flew out of the cold mountain.

Before the Yuntai Sword Debate began, the Pavilion Master in the Sword Pavilion unexpectedly broke through, causing an astonishing vision, but in just a moment, the same light lit up in the cold mountain.

Looking at the flying sword light, everyone was guessing, this is the senior who broke through?

Ning Baifeng frowned slightly, feeling that the qi of that sword light was somewhat familiar.

In a moment, the sword light flew onto the gimbal.

As the sword qi dissipated, the person who came revealed his true identity.

Dressed in a dark blue sword robe, his face is handsome, and his long hair is flying wantonly.

Everyone could see the man's face.

There was an exclamation around the gimbal,

"Pei Qianshan!"

"Senior Brother Pei!"

"Wasn't he punished for penance in the cold mountain?!"

"Senior Brother Pei is out of the customs?!"

Ning Baifeng looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but think of what happened in the peach forest a year ago.

It seems that every time Pei Qianshan appears, it will cause an exclamation.

It's been a year.

Pei Qianshan appeared in front of everyone again.

Although a year seemed to be a short time for cultivators, in the eyes of many disciples of Huiyuan Mountain, it was a year when Pei Qianshan was suppressed by Ning Baifeng.

Many people had imagined that if there was no Ning Baifeng, then the name of the chief disciple of the Sword Pool would definitely belong to Pei Qianshan.

And it's what everyone wants.

Even many disciples think that this time, if Pei Qianshan is missing, it will not be regarded as a Yuntai sword.

I thought that this time the Yuntai Sword Debate would end in regret, but I didn't expect that Pei Qianshan, who made many disciples forget, would actually appear at the last moment.

And it's so remarkable to appear.

Some people thought that this was very much in line with Senior Brother Pei, and it was also very in line with the Yuntai Sword.

Pei Qianshan smiled lightly: "Brother Ning, we meet again." ”

Ning Baifeng frowned slightly.

He knew Pei Qianshan's identity, but even if he said it, no one would believe it, and there was no evidence.

Even Ning Baifeng had already guessed that Pei Qianshan's return to Dingjian Pavilion was the instruction of Fushanhe, and if he couldn't kill him, it would create more trouble for him, this was Pei Qianshan's goal.

Countless eyes stared at the two people on the gimbal platform.

When old enemies meet, there must be a good show.

"Why are you here?!"

Zhenyue Peak Lord Zuo Ci looked down and asked in a deep voice.

So far, no one knows the master-apprentice relationship between the two, but Pei Qianshan was punished to Lengshan for penance, but it was his order.

Pei Qianshan raised his head slightly and said with a smile: "Naturally, I am participating in the Yuntai Sword Debate." ”

Zuo Ci's expression was cold, and he said: "You are at fault, and you are not qualified to participate in the Yuntai Sword Debate." ”

Many people remembered the incident of Taolin a year ago, that time, Pei Qianshan slandered Ning Baifeng as a spy sent by Jianlin.

Although the matter was finally clarified, Pei Qianshan was also punished for it.

Zhuo Xinyuan glanced up at the Sword Pavilion and said with a smile: "Yuntai has nothing to do with being at fault, it's a big deal to go back to Lengshan to practice penance, Senior Brother Zuo, what do you say?"

Zuo Ci's face was as heavy as a mountain.

At this time, an ethereal voice came from the Sword Pavilion.

"Allow Pei Qianshan to participate in the Yuntai Sword Debate. ”

Many people breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and if the pavilion master spoke, then no one would stop him.

There are also some people who think to themselves, finally they don't need to see the monkey as the king.

Pei Qianshan stood proudly and stretched out his right hand, showing his grace.

"Brother Ning, please!"