Staircase viewing area.

A man wearing the uniform of a scholar of Qinghu Academy said in a low voice: "When we met in Binhai City for the first time, he was just a young martial artist who had just started, but now he has such an achievement, which is amazing. ”

The woman next to her, wearing a pink dress and a veil on her face, tilted her head and thought for a moment. This person, she seemed to have seen back then.

It seems that he was also tricked by the way.

The man sighed, "Ten years to become a Jindanke, compared to this, I have cultivated to dogs all these years." ”

The woman said, "Why should the master be presumptuous? ”

The man didn't say anything more, and turned his head to look at the swordsman in Tsing Yi who was holding the sword.

The remote place back then was really outstanding.

......

......

Yuan Zhen half-knelt on the ground, looking dumbfounded.

On the stairs dozens of feet away, the guy in green clothes and hats had actually married Dan.

He has really managed to be comparable to Jindan Dixian for ten years?!

Do you want to be so fierce?

......

......

All the people who watched the ceremony were shocked.

It is rumored in the world that Jiazi refines qi, and the hundred-year-old sword cultivation is especially young, and the martial artist is old.

This sentence is a bit exaggerated, but it also reflects that it is not easy to get started with cultivation, and it is normal to be a little older.

But how old is this person in front of him, is he thirty years old?

From a secular point of view, this is already an adult who has started a family, but on the path of cultivation, it is like a child.

How exactly did this person do it?

......

......

The lake breeze blew from afar, stirring the corners of the two people's clothes.

The hair hanging from Lu Ying's sideburns fluttered in the wind, and when it crossed the blade, it broke silently and fell to the ground.

Although the wind caressed Ning Baifeng's sleeve, his hand holding the sword did not move at all, and it was quietly resting on the neck of the beautiful woman.

Even if blood has been donated from the other person's neck.

This injury, compared to the pain of breaking tendons back then, is nothing in comparison.

As for the mercy of the fragrance and the jade......

Revenge also has to pay attention to what to do.

Ning Baifeng said indifferently: "Palace Master Lu, what's the point of saying this now. ”

Lu Ying asked rhetorically, "Do you think I want to ask for mercy?"

Then she sneered, "Tell me about your achievements in the past ten years, just to tell everyone in Bishui Palace, a sword cultivator with such outstanding talents, if he is not killed today, he will definitely be a big disaster in the future!"

Ning Baifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, "You're forcing me to kill you!"

Lu Ying sneered: "Do you dare?!"

......

......

With these words, the air suddenly froze.

The lake breeze blowing in the distance is no longer soft, and it is cold.

Suddenly, Meng Shu, who was standing above, waved his hand and slashed without warning.

The battle began without warning.

The water knife hovering in the distance fiercely slashed at the phantom of the mountain peak outside Yuan Zhen's body.

There was a bang.

The shadow of the mountain peak and the waterknife were shattered at the same time.

Yuanzhen, who was half-kneeling on the ground, had disappeared.

Meanwhile.

The flying sword hovering in front of Meng Shu's eyebrows instantly burst forward, directly piercing through the skull.

After the flying sword swept away, Meng Shu's figure was like a shattered ice sculpture, bursting into a cloud of ice chips and collapsing to the ground.

It was at this very moment.

Ning Baifeng's figure retreated violently.

Where he had been standing, a giant whirlpool had appeared that had chosen people to devour.

Lu Ying shouted angrily: "Do it! Kill them!"

Her right hand shook, and the golden whip chased the retreating Tsing Yi swordsman in the air and slashed over.

The disciple of Bishui Palace who received the message

and offerings, each by its own means.

Magic weapons, talismans, and spells are shot out like arrows.

However, the speed at which Ning Baifeng retreated was too fast, and in an instant, it was far away on the surface of the lake hundreds of zhang away.

On the shore of the lake, the people who came to join in the excitement and watch the ceremony immediately ran to the shore on both sides like a hornet's nest that exploded.

The people in the Bishui Palace were obviously attacking indiscriminately.

However, with a distance of hundreds of zhang, unless it was a great cultivator of the Jindan Realm, it was impossible to attack so far.

As a result, the ferocious offensive only retreated halfway through.

Only a dozen attacks approached the lake.

And these are obviously not enough to pose a threat to Ning Baifeng.

Dozens of criss-crossed sword lights lit up on the surface of the lake.

All attacks are instantly wiped out.

Suddenly, a shout rang out on the lake.

"Up!"

Half of the lake is like boiling soup, and the splashing water pours into the sky.

It was like a torrential rain on the lake.

However, this rainstorm did not fall from the sky, but from the surface of the lake to the sky, which is extremely magical and spectacular.

For a moment, the water droplets hovered in mid-air, pulling into wisps of long blades.

Thousands of sword blades, hanging high in the sky!

Countless people who saw this scene changed their faces greatly.

......

......

Another part of the battlefield.

Located on the slope on the periphery of the steps.

Meng Shu's hands were condensed, and the palm knife in his right hand kept swinging, and a giant water knife in the distance slashed down at will.

The blue-clothed Taoist figure who was being chased by the water knife kept flashing around.

Every time the water knife fell, the beautifully arranged flowers and trees on the ground were cut into stumps and leaves.

And Meng Shu's figure is also constantly flying.

Just because a wisp of white light is like a bone appendage, it is in hot pursuit.

Even at some point, Meng Shu seemed to be unable to dodge, and the whole person exploded into a cloud of ice chips.

Although Yuan Zhen's cultivation is not as good as Meng Shu's, the Dao method used is extremely mysterious.

No matter how fast Meng Shu's water knife attack was, or how condensed the air around him was caused by the water method, he could instantly shift away.

But after all, he is only in the Mysterious Realm, and the vitality in his body is far from being comparable to Meng Shu, so he can only keep dodging, if he wants to attack, he will risk his life.

Simply having that flying sword to contain more of Meng Shu's energy, Yuan Zhen could reach a delicate balance with it.

Therefore, it will not be killed on the spot.

......

......

Countless people who came here to watch the ceremony scattered and fled.

Ninety percent of the people present had never crossed the mysterious gate, so in the face of this kind of immortal fight, the slightest ripple was the result of blood flowing all over the ground.

So fighting together, they can no longer care about watching the excitement.

After all, although the fight between the gods is good-looking, it is important to live a small life.

Some people have already guessed some clues about this sudden battle.

The conversation between those people just now was obviously really delaying time.

Although I don't know if the swordsman in Tsing Yi was prepared or not, judging from the reactions of these people in Bishui Palace, it is obvious that there are traces of discussion.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Lu Ying to give such a uniform offensive.

And the reason why these are not revealed, the only explanation is that the people of the Bishui Palace, the great monk used the heart lake to communicate with the layout.

Although the crowd scattered and retreated, when they felt that there was no threat, they all stopped and turned back.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime fight, how can it be easily let go.

However, when they saw the scene of thousands of sword blades shooting in the air, they all stiffened, and an invisible cold air rushed straight to their minds.

......

......

With water as a sword, it hangs high in the air.

Then it suddenly rained down and washed the earth.

Everyone on the mountain lake outside the Bishui Palace had seen such a scene for the first time, and at this moment, they had a clearer understanding of sword cultivation.

It seems to outsiders to be a spectacular scene, but in the eyes of the disciples and worshippers of Bishui Palace, it is so desperate.

There is no need for any command, and all the immortals in the middle three realms are worshipped, and they all use their own means to support pieces of protective water curtains.

Ordinary rainstorm falling on the body will only make people feel pain, but now, the rain sword that suddenly fell brought blood red all over the ground.

The first to fall were the disciples who were not within the protective range of the water curtain, and after just a few breaths, they were already dead on the ground, riddled with holes.

Next, the water curtain held up by Xiu Wei in the Xuan Miao Realm was the first to shatter, and for dozens of breaths, the ordinary disciples hiding below had no time to escape, and they had already died in place, and a terrible scream sounded one after another, destroying the hearts of more people.

And so defections began to appear.

Those disciples who were hiding under the water curtain of the strong worship, when they saw this terrifying scene, many of them subconsciously turned around and ran.

But as soon as they left the protection of the water curtain, they fell to the ground, and some of them did not even have time to scream.

There is the mysterious realm of the broken water curtain to worship, and he holds up an umbrella cover alone, and is ready to escape, but before he can escape a few feet, the falling rain sword pierces his leg, screaming and falling to the ground, and then being pierced by the rain sword that rains down, and his death is extremely miserable and terrifying.

Such tragic scenes abound on the steps in front of the hall, and countless wails before tragic deaths spread everywhere.

Those who watched from afar were all pale, and some had even fainted with fright.

This is the power of the Sword Immortal?

It's a nightmare!

Soon, the water curtain of the weak collapsed, and only more than ten water curtains on the stairs in front of the hall were still holding on.

But the situation is already precarious.

If left unchecked, the tragic deaths that followed would continue.

At this moment, a huge wave of water suddenly exploded on the clear water lake in the distance.

It's like a thunderbolt that blows up at the bottom of a lake and then crashes through the water.

And in the midst of the huge waves that exploded, a cyan python soared, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

At the same time as the giant python appeared, a giant tail rushed up from the bottom of the lake very quickly, bringing up a fierce huge wave, and pounced on the Tsing Yi swordsman standing on the surface of the lake.

However, the swordsman in Tsing Yi was not good at avoiding it, and was hit by the giant tail, and then was smashed out at great speed.

Its direction is in front of the staircase of the main temple.

At the same time, a loud laugh rang out from the lake.

", you are finally willing to give up, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Then a hunchbacked figure stepped forward on the waves, heading straight for the cyan python that came out of the water.

At this moment, the torrential rain that fell from the sky suddenly stopped.

The worship of the Bishui Palace, which was under great pressure, instantly felt clear in front of him.

Is it over?

However, at the moment when the rain curtain disappeared, a snowy white rainbow rushed from the surface of the lake and hit a water curtain on the stairs.

There was a loud bang.

The curtain of water exploded, and water droplets splashed in all directions.

Bai Hong rushed forward with the two figures, crashing into the main hall of the Bishui Palace behind the stairs.

Under the pressure of the fierce momentum, the main hall was like rotten wood that had been hit by a giant hammer, and sawdust and masonry were scattered and splashed in all directions.

After a long time, wait until someone comes to their senses.

A swordsman dressed in green clothes and wearing a hat slowly stepped on the smoke and dust, walked out, stood at the top of the steps, and looked at the lake hundreds of feet away.

The fighting there continues.

Suddenly, the swordsman in Tsing Yi turned his head to look at the slope in the distance.

After a white light pierced a mass of ice sculptures, it instantly accelerated again, piercing through Meng Shu's shoulder that had just dodged out, and then hovered over his eyebrows again.

Meng Shu stopped because of this.

She knew the tide was turning.

After Yuan Zhen shifted, his pale face finally breathed a sigh of relief.