The sun shines brightly, dyeing the peaks of the mountains golden.

The sword pond is still full of sword light, slapping the sun on the mountains.

The mountains were lively again, and there were no colorful light bands of water droplets rising on the sword pond, and no one broke through the realm, so naturally it was not because of this.

One after another sword lights, one after another sword boats flew up and went straight to the clouds.

The gimbal sword debate began.

The disciples on the sword pond slowly stopped their swords and looked at the few people on the stone platform in the middle, to be precise, at the white-clothed young man standing in the middle.

When the movement between the mountains gradually stopped, Ning Baifeng, who was standing on the stone platform, still did not open his eyes.

Lang Ping and Wu Ziqi were a little helpless.

In the past two days, when the two of them were contemplating the bamboo slips, they had already discovered that the senior brother was quietly cultivating things.

They were a little puzzled, as Ning Baifeng, who could refine the Natal Flying Sword in one day, what else needed to be refined for so long.

Ruan Manman looked up at the sword boats scattered in the sky and mist, thinking to himself that the Yuntai Sword Discussion was held, how could there be some ceremony, why was there no movement at all, could it be that he was waiting for Senior Brother Ning?

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The location of the Yuntai Sword Discussion is on that floating stone platform.

Many disciples of various sects who came here for the first time were very shocked when they stood on the sword boat and looked at the stone platform between the clouds and mist, thinking that they would compete with other sects and even the disciples of the Ding Sword Pavilion on this stone platform with varying heights later, and they couldn't help but be a little nervous.

Jiazi's Yuntai Sword Discussion is different from Jiazi's opening of the mountain, almost all of the elites of various sects come, and even the mainstay of the future sect, every Yuntai Sword Discussion is an opportunity to become famous in the world.

The winner not only has a unique reputation, but also competes for great glory for his own sect.

The competition between swords is therefore more like a real battle.

In order to win, many people will do their best to learn and do their best to defeat the other party, which causes many people to be injured, including many seriously injured, and even sometimes the shot is too fast, and the division commander of the external supervision has no time to rescue, and some disciples will die on the spot.

Hundreds of people were either standing in the sword boat or in the air with Edgeworth.

As time passed, the discussion gradually died down, and everyone waited quietly.

The wind suddenly rose, and a man in a black robe appeared under the high pavilion, exuding an aura heavier than a mountain.

It was the Zhenyue Peak Lord who came.

No one could see how Zuo Ci appeared, and they didn't even see his sword, only the sword cloud under his feet was extremely thick, like another stone platform.

The air near the gimbal was a little thicker, and those with lower cultivation seemed to feel that there was a mountain pressing on their heads, and they were a little out of breath.

With Zuo Ci's cultivation, it is impossible to restrain his momentum, and the purpose of doing this is just to tell the comer that this is the Ding Sword Pavilion of Huiyuan Mountain, and no one is allowed to be presumptuous.

There was a wind whistle, and another figure appeared at the same height as Zuo Ci.

The person who came had white eyebrows and white hair, and his bearing was extraordinary.

It is Zhuo Xinyuan, the lord of Shangyang Peak.

Before everyone could think about it, another sound of breaking wind sounded.

A cold woman appeared in the other direction.

The Sky Mist Peak is the main patron of Hanying.

Three different kinds of momentum are above everyone.

Some people find it funny, some people feel uncomfortable, and some people don't like it.

For example, Zhou Tian standing on the sword boat.

He looked at the three people, only one of them could compare with him, and the two people who came behind didn't even need him to really make a move, and they were defeated with one blow.

If Hui Yuanshan only had such strength, he felt a little bored.

Looking at this scene, everyone couldn't help but discuss.

The lords of the three peaks of Huiyuan Mountain gather!

The voices of many disciples of this sect were a little excited and a little proud.

And the people of the other sects who watched the ceremony were talking about the absence of the Empty Mist Peak Lord.

Many people know that the Lord of the Empty Mist Peak, Huan Jun, has been in retreat for a long time, and he has been absent from the last two Yuntai Sword Discussions.

Although it is common for a practitioner to retreat once for 100 years.

But such a major event in Huiyuan Mountain still hasn't appeared several times, could it be true that as rumored by the outside world, the Lord of Empty Mist Peak, Huan Jun, has already sat down?

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Gu Hanying was still wearing a veil, she looked at the other two and said, "You can start." ”

Her voice was as cold as a human being.

Zuo Ci said indifferently: "Wait a little longer." ”

Zhuo Xinyuan said softly: "There are still people who haven't come." ”

The three of them didn't speak loudly, and they weren't too far away from the people below, but the words didn't come out.

If they let the people below hear it, they must be extremely surprised, and who else needs them.

Zhou Tian heard the conversation between the three of them, and looked up at the magnificent tower

Pavilion, I thought to myself, is it waiting for the pavilion master who has never shown up?

Back to the three peaks and one pavilion of Yuan Mountain, in addition to the three peak masters, the highest is the sword pavilion master.

But few people can see the pavilion master.

Just as the Sword Pavilion is very high, the Pavilion Master is also very high, so that people can only look up, always clouded and foggy, and they can't see the true appearance.

When Zhou Tian came to this world, he thought it was the end of the immortal road, but after talking to Ning Baifeng and Gong Chengwang, he knew that there was still a high place above the immortals.

And the pavilion master of the Ding Sword Pavilion in Huiyuan Mountain is such an existence.

This is also the purpose of going back and forth to Wonsan on Sunday.

Only by seeing this higher being with his own eyes can he determine what he should do next.

Gu Hanying was a little displeased, his eyes looked at one place, and he said coldly, "You are waiting for him?"

Zuo Ci and Zhuo Xinyuan immediately looked over there.

Jiang Feng came with the sword and hovered on the side of the stone platform, not far from Zhuo Xinyuan.

Gu Hanying smiled coldly.

Zuo Ci was silent.

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The three people above fell silent, but there was no stopping talk below.

The appearance of the three peak masters, but did not announce the official start of the Yuntai sword debate, no matter how you look at it, it is a little wrong.

As the sun rises, so does the wait.

Many people find it a little upset.

Is it possible to hang everyone here?

Isn't it a bit too much to put on the score back to Yuanshan, it's almost fine.

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Wu Ziqi, who was standing on the stone platform on the water surface of the sword pool, was also a little fluctuating.

Not for anything else, just because Senior Brother Ning still hasn't woken up.

The PTZ Sword Discussion is carried out by lottery, and if you miss the lottery, it is equivalent to missing the Yuntai Sword.

If you want to participate again, you have to wait until after Jiazi.

The disciples on the sword pond had no intention of practicing swords at this time, and they either sat or stood on the stone platform, looking at the white-clothed young man who was standing quietly with his eyes closed.

Wu Ziqi took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Lang Ping and said, "Senior Brother Lang, why don't we go to draw lots first, and by the way, help Senior Brother get a copy too." ”

Lang Ping thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Wait a little longer, I heard that every time Yuntai discusses the sword, there will always be a bell ringing." If the clock does not ring, the draw has not yet begun. ”

Wu Ziqi sighed.

The reason why he is so eager to participate in the Yuntai Sword Debate is just to vent all the suppressed grievances that he has been doing miscellaneous labor for many years.

Ruan Manman didn't feel impatient, she had only broken through the realm for two days, and even the sword gall in the sea of qi was not completely stable, and the sword was a little unstable.

So she didn't sign up, just wanted to go and see it.

At this time, she sat on the edge of the stone platform, holding the long sword in her hand, and slowly cultivating with the sword yuan.

Suddenly, she felt the sword in her hand jump.

At first, he thought it was an illusion, until the sword throbbed more and more violently.

"Oops, my sword!"

An exclamation broke the silence on the sword pool.

Lang Ping immediately turned his head to look.

Someone's long sword flew out of his hand, hovering silently over the water.

Immediately after, the exclamations became more and more, and more and more long swords were pulled by the east and west, hovering on the water.

Even Lang Ping's own sword let out a sword roar and flew out of the bamboo tube behind him.

Just as he was about to bring the sword back, he found that the water in the sword pool seemed to be boiling, and then swirling and flowing.

And the direction is around the stone platform where Ning Baifeng is standing.

At this time, except for these disciples on the sword pool, all the eyes of the mountains looked at the cloud platform, and naturally no one saw the occurrence of this vision.

As the current rotates more and more violently, huge waves gradually form.

Lang Ping immediately shouted, "Retreat!

The sound woke everyone up almost immediately, and they all jumped out of the sword pond stone platform.

The waves on the sword pond are getting bigger and bigger.

Until a certain moment, Ning Baifeng, who was standing in the center of the waves, suddenly opened his eyes.

A majestic sword aura erupted.

This sword qi formed a pillar of qi and rose directly into the sky.

Ning Baifeng stood in the center of the qi pillar and looked up at the sky.

No one noticed that a crescent-shaped mark on his brow slowly glowed, and then vanished.

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Around the gimbal, many people were waiting and were a little anxious.

Some people even have a lot of complaints.

However, just by one inadvertently.

A pillar of qi directly broke through the clouds, passed through the very center of the cloud platform, crossed the layers of stone platforms, surpassed the three figures, and directly crashed into the bottom of the Sword Pavilion.

No one knew why.

Even Zuo Ci, who cultivated the highest among the people, and Zhou Tian, who was hidden, didn't feel what was going on.

It happened a little suddenly.

Only Jiang Feng, who was standing on the periphery, changed his face slightly, he first looked up at Gao Ge, and then lowered his head and looked down.

Before everyone could see what was going on.

Brilliant light suddenly erupted from the Sword Pavilion, and surging fluctuations rushed up from the Sword Pavilion, and then spread in all directions.

At this moment, everyone was stabbed by this light and couldn't open their eyes.

Even some people with lower cultivation levels already have tears on their faces.

At the same time, a crisp bell rang in the mountains below.

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The fluctuation of the diffuse spiritual pressure is not violent, on the contrary, it is a bit like a spring breeze. But in this spring-like feeling, there is a chilling meaning.

When this spring breeze blows through the gimbal, everyone understands the reason for these visions.

Someone broke through.

This kind of understanding appears in the hearts of all people.

I don't need to go into too much detail, it's natural.

The bright light slowly converged, and everyone looked at the high pavilion.

To be able to break through the realm in the Sword Pavilion, there should be no one else except the Sword Pavilion Master.

There was an uproar in the gimbal.

The pavilion master of the Dingjian Pavilion in Huiyuan Mountain almost never shows up, and no one knows his cultivation realm, but since he can be the pavilion master, his cultivation must not be low.

With such a high level of cultivation breaking through the realm again, could it be that it is through the sky?

Some disciples of small sects thought to themselves, could this be sanctification?

The Upper Realm Heavenly Immortals may be able to see it, such as Zuo Ci, who is standing above at this time. Many people know that his cultivation has been like a heavenly immortal in the upper realm, although it is only the spirit void realm, that is, the sword spirit realm that the sword cultivator claims to be.

However, the upper level of the big things, many people present, will not be seen for the rest of their lives. It wasn't even clear the specific realm name of the Upper Realm Heavenly Immortals.

People only know the Heavenly Immortals in the upper realm, and then they become saints.

I don't know anything else.

Countless eyes were fixed on the high pavilion, expecting someone to come out of it.

However, after waiting for a while, nothing happened.

Even the column of air rushing up underneath has disappeared.

A lot of people think, this is the end?

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In the distance to the north of the sea of clouds, a pillar of light suddenly rose into the sky.

The people in the cloud platform were horrified.

With such a vision, it is difficult for a treasure to be born.

However, after a few moments, everyone dismissed this idea.

Just because in the hearts of everyone, a very natural feeling rose silently again.

Someone broke through again.

There are many sects that have a good relationship with Hui Yuanshan, and the people who watch the ceremony look in that direction, and their hearts are constantly turbulent.

They knew that it was a cold mountain in the north of Huiyuan Mountain.

There are many disciples there who are looking to break through the realm.

Many sects are speculating that it is very likely that there is an old monster sitting inside waiting to break through the realm and enter the sainthood.

But no one has been able to confirm it so far.

Many disciples of Hui Yuanshan were wondering which of the old-timers had broken through, and they would actually break through on the same day as the mysterious pavilion master.

Gu Hanying's eyebrows showed a hint of joy.

Zuo Ci looked over there, thinking that you were still a little slower.

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When all the visions were gone, an ethereal voice rang out between the gimbals.

"The sword of the gimbal begins. ”

As he spoke, many tiles suddenly floated on the Sword Pavilion and flew down between the cloud platforms.

Since he came here to participate in the Yuntai Sword Debate, such a scene would naturally be told by the division commander in advance, and those tiles would be drawn by lot.

Immediately, all the disciples who participated in the Yuntai Sword Debate all stood up with their swords and grabbed a tile.

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On the sword pool, the water tends to be calm, but there are still a lot of long swords suspended on the pool.

As soon as Ning Baifeng waved his hand, these long swords immediately flew up and landed accurately in front of the disciple by the sword pool.

Lang Ping and Wu Ziqi glanced at each other, took the sword, and the sword came to the stone platform.

Ning Baifeng smiled: "It's going to start, let's go." ”

After speaking, a black sword flew from the bamboo hut in the distance, and was stepped on by Ning Baifeng, who had just stepped out of the stone platform.

Then, the sword flew into the sky carrying the young man in white.

Lang Ping and Wu Ziqi immediately pinched their swords and followed.

"Senior brothers, wait for me ......"

A woman's wobbly edgeworth flies.

Chase after the three people who went to the cloud platform.