Since Xue Yinfeng built the city, more than five thousand years have passed, and no one has yet been able to reach the place where he refines the sword soul, but today there are actually two little-known juniors who have reached their height.

"It's really a generation of new people replacing old people!" Xue Yinfeng sighed above the void.

But the next moment, Xue Yinfeng's pupils shrank, because the two people in the sword rain had no intention of stopping, they still had to continue to move forward.

Xue Yinfeng's mind moved, blocking in front of the two, and he blocked the sword rain with the power of the sword soul.

"Two little friends, just do it in moderation, don't be too ambitious!"

Bai Yan looked at the person in front of him coldly, and said slowly: "You are the Sword Soul City Lord?"

Xue Yinfeng smiled: "It's this seat!"

"What do you mean by saying that you should stop in moderation and not be too ambitious?" Bai Yan stared at Xue Yinfeng with burning eyes.

"Young people, a blood is a good thing, but it is also easy to rush for quick success, this seat advises you, or here to feel the sword marks, this seat to see your talent, one in ten thousand, if you stop, this seat can tell you the true meaning of the sword. ”

"Hmph!" Bai Yan looked at a sneering look, "There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it, if the true meaning can be told, is it still called true meaning?"

Xue Yinfeng heard this, and his face immediately changed: "Junior, you are so stubborn, how many catties and taels do you have, and you are so arrogant?"

Xue Yinfeng withdrew the power of the sword soul, and the boundless sword rain attacked Tu Xiaodao and Bai Yan again, and in the sword rain, Xue Yinfeng left a wisp of sword soul.

"If you can break through the ban of the sword soul, then the deity has nothing to say!" Then Xue Yinfeng floated away.

Tai'a's sword intent was prompted to the extreme by the white eyes, and the white eyes shone brightly all over his body, resisting the sword rain coming from the sky, and the slaughter knife danced the pig-killing knife in his hand, and the knife intent was condensed, which could also withstand the sword rain.

And in the rain of swords, a person walked slowly, it was none other than Xue Yinfeng, I saw Xue Yinfeng open his mouth and speak: "Good words are against the ear, since this is the case, let me see your strength, this seat does not bully you with cultivation, when you are against the enemy, this seat will surrender to cultivation, and will never take advantage of it!"

I only heard Xue Yinfeng chanting: "The sword has a spirit, and the trace hides the soul!" said that the phantom of Xue Yinfeng struck a sword at Tu Xiaodao and Baiyan respectively.

There is no fancy, no phantom, no turbulent Yuan force, only pure sword, this is the world of swords, this is the competition of swords, this is the competition of swords, the real test is the perception of swords, the cognition of swords.

"Hmph! Three ways are one, the divine sword is self-contained!" "White eyes dare not slack off, holding Tai'a, a sword strikes, sharp, talented, arrogant, enthusiastic and stubborn.

Xue Yinfeng's enlightenment is standing on the shoulders of his predecessors, is looking up to people's snorts, picking up people's teeth and wisdom, although it is superb, but it is not from his heart, yes, his sword is only in his god, not in his heart, and the understanding of the white eyes is the perception of the sword, which comes from the heart, and has both the sword god and the sword heart.

The two swords were separated with one touch, but all the talents, perceptions, and understandings of the two of them were shown at that moment, and they also knew the superiority of the two. Beautiful book bar

Besides, Tu Xiaodao's side, Tu Xiaodao waved the pig-killing knife in his hand, which looked extremely dazzling and nondescript, Xue Yinfeng could not understand why such a person could actually come here, how could a person who did not use a sword withstand the test of sword rain.

Xue Yinfeng stabbed with a sword, as bright as a galaxy, which contained incomprehension and disdain, seeing that sword, Tu Xiaodao felt that the sword was extremely exquisite, but compared to the white eyes, there was a trace of deficiency, his sword intent lacked vitality, too dead.

At this moment, on the pig-killing knife of the butcher knife, the knife intent bloomed, and the three styles were one, and all the consciousness and thinking of the butcher knife were also contained in this knife intent.

The dragon shadow transformed by the sword intent directly collided with the sword shadow, and the two annihilated each other in an instant.

At that moment, Xue Yinfeng felt a sense of vastness, without the kind of amazing talent that he could see with white eyes, and his sharpness was exposed, but the sea was inclusive and unfathomable, and even Xue Yinfeng felt that Tu Xiaodao had more potential than his white eyes, and he might not even be able to reach the height with white eyes.

Xue Yinfeng put away his sword and stood: "Testing you here is actually out of a kind of selfishness, but if you are a genius like you, how can I interfere with it?

Tu Xiaodao clenched his fists and said, "Thank you City Lord!" and then walked forward.

The pressure of the sword marks became heavier and heavier, and the sword rain became more and more violent, and the Tai'a sword in his hand bloomed with blazing sword intent to protect the white eyes, and those flying swords were crushed as soon as they touched the sword intent.

Tu Xiaodao also urged the pig-killing knife in his hand, and the knife intent bloomed to resist the sword rain.

On the top floor of the Sword Pavilion more than 100 miles away, there are several figures standing with their hands in their hands, Above the Sword Pavilion, Xue Yinfeng projected a light curtain with the power of the sword soul, presenting the scene under the Sword Cliff.

Bronze stood behind Xue Yinfeng, it turned out that he was the son of Xue Yinfeng, the young city lord of this Sword Soul City.

"Qingqiu, you said that you fought with Tu Xiaodao in Langya City?" asked Xue Yinfeng.

"Yes, Father. ”

"You lost to him?"

"The boy lost to him. Xue Qingqiu nodded and said, "The child almost fell into the devil, but he saved the child." ”

"Hmm. Xue Yinfeng nodded, and then stopped speaking.

Yelulan also appeared above the Sword Pavilion, and she was looking at the two people on the light curtain, to be exact, at the man with the pig-killing knife in his hand.

In a trance, Yelulan recalled yesterday's incident, under the Lost Pearl Mountain Range, he was chased and killed. At that time, he was standing in the treasure ship, looking out at the scenery, and he suddenly appeared in his sight, covered in blood. The moment he turned his head, he also saw himself, and then smiled at himself, that smile, which he still can't forget, that smile seemed to pluck the string in his heart.

So when the person who was chasing him shot at him, he did not hesitate to stop it, when he saved him, his body almost disappeared half, the people around him advised him not to meddle in his affairs, he couldn't save him anymore, but he still insisted on saving him, his physique was really strong, if he was someone else, he was so seriously injured, it was undoubtedly certain to die, but he survived, and recovered so quickly, it is undoubtedly the body of gods and demons that can do this.

Such a person is undoubtedly a meeting in the water for Yelulan, and I am afraid that they will not get along with each other after that, but Yelulan's intuition tells him that things are probably not so simple, and this person called Tu Xiaodao will not only become a passerby in his life!