The distant sea breeze could not blow the mountains of Shudi, and the air could only wander back and forth slowly and viscously in this low basin.

Wen Liang subconsciously pulled his neckline, feeling a little bored, not because of the temperature, but because of the depressing atmosphere in this scene.

As the entourage servants of Qingxi Sword Pond, they, along with the servants of the rest of the sects, were arranged by the Sword Sect on the slope stands at the corners of the sides.

It was the first time Wen Liang had seen the competition between cultivators with his own eyes, and he had a feeling of being eye-opening, and among all the people who took turns on the stage, what impressed him the most was the Yunluo who was also thought to have gone through the back door at the beginning.

The little Taoist boy Li Zi and the little monk Doro naturally attracted everyone's attention, but Yunluo's two heroic battles made this young Jianghu martial artist enthusiastic.

Especially in the first battle when he defeated Shi Sheng, the red-clothed young man who was invincible and killed one of his own uncles casually was killed by Yunluo with a sword when he had the advantage, so that Wen Liang could hardly help cheering, but fortunately, the lesson along the way was enough, so that he could bear it.

Si Wencao's name has long been known to everyone, even if he doesn't know Wei Hongyi, he knows that this greasy and obscene looking man is not something to mess with.

So he couldn't understand it even more, why did Si Wencao also want to help Qingxi Jianchi together, and he must be a young genius like Yunluo and die?

Everything seems to be in a desperate situation, and the support of the young man's enthusiasm is easy to empathize, Wen Liang feels that he is about to shed tears, and he feels sorry for the tragic experience of Yunluo.

All the flames of hope that ignited the moment the old man appeared out of thin air were suddenly extinguished with Wei Hongyi's words.

Who would dare to openly resist the decree?

Wen Liang stared intently at the old man who must have been very powerful, hoping that he would turn the situation around.

I saw the old man let out a cold snort from his nostrils, "If Yang Hao has a will to kill Yunluo, you take it out, and I will get out of here immediately, otherwise you will get out of my way." ”

Wen Liang looked at Wei Hongyi nervously, did he really have a will?

Wei Hongyi was not angry, and said calmly: "Si Wencao is the one who carries out His Majesty's will. ”

Old man Jiang glanced at him, "That's no will, right?"

Wen Liang involuntarily clenched his fists, looking forward to the turn of events.

Wei Hongyi's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were a little distracted inexplicably, "Jiang Jianshen, this is not wise." ”

Old man Jiang was silent for a moment, everyone was waiting for his answer, and then waited for a sentence, "You're right." ”

The figure disappears.

Wen Liang described it to his friend afterwards: I was shocked at the time, everyone was shocked, even Lord Nawei and Master Chai couldn't believe it, but the old sword god who sounded very bullish just said this and disappeared.

His friend looked surprised and asked, "And then?"

Wen Liang didn't speak, his eyes glanced at the empty wine bowl, his friend looked depressed and had to quickly fill him with a bowl, Wen Liang took a sip, felt a spicy flow from his throat to his stomach and then to his heart, exhaled a mouthful of wine, and began to talk to his friend vividly.

After everyone suppressed their shock, the sound of conversation sounded in the audience, "Is that really the legendary Jiang Taixu just now?"

"Wei Hongyi has personally confirmed it, can there be a fake?"

"But he's just called Jiang Jianshen!"

"Don't be so brainless, except for Jiang Taixu, there is also the one surnamed Jiang who dares to call the Sword God?"

"But isn't it rumored that he and his senior brothers and brothers died in that ambush together?"

"Then how do I know, people are terrible and escaped. ”

"Why haven't you heard anything in all these years?"

"Who do you ask me, who do I ask, the kind of big sword god of others, you have to report to us about something?"

"Why are you talking so impulsively?"

After a period of silence, he gently spit out a sentence, "Rabbit died and fox sad ......"

In the midst of such a conversation, Yunluo took the initiative to speak again, "Sect Master, I agree. ”

Before Pei Zhen could stop it, Chen Qingfeng didn't have time to speak, and before Zhou Mo could think of something and say it, Chai Yupu had already stroked his palm and smiled: "What a young hero, with courage and knowledge, your battle will definitely be famous all over the world and forever in history!"

Under some annoyed eyes, Chai Yupu is calm, it doesn't matter if you hate me to death, but if Your Majesty, the queen, and the national teacher glance at me like this, I can't bear it.

Therefore, the things that the queen and the national teacher confessed are naturally a big deal.

Yunluo silently felt the true qi that had basically recovered to its heyday, and recalled Old Man Jiang's heartfelt advice.

What is isolated by the ring formation is the voice of the outside world, but there is no partition in the ring, but this is only known to the old man of the Sword Sect like Old Man Jiang.

Old man Jiang told him, don't be afraid, calm down, just practice that little trick these days to greet this goods, keep it and beat him to the ground, and make you famous. What's more, the old man can come to the stage in an instant, even if there is any change, it will not let you have an accident, anyway, he will turn his face, afraid of a hammer.

Next to the ring, Bai Song Chaoyun nodded in encouragement.

Li Zi looked at Yunluo, hoping that he could turn the tables against the wind again, so that I would recognize you as an idol.

The deacon of the Sword Sect asked the two to stand separately, but Wei Xingyao spoke leisurely at this time, "My surname is not Wei, my surname is Wei." ”

The clouds fell into disarray, but Chen Qingfeng and the other Sword Sect elders stood up, and the red-faced Elder Mo roared angrily, "You say it again?"

Wei Xingyao could still have a smile on his face, he turned around and glanced around, and said lightly, "Father asked me to say hello to the Sword Sect." ”

Elder Hugging Sword's eyes were cold, staring at Wei Xingyao like a dead man, "You are Wei Qinghui's son?"

It seems that after hearing an affirmative answer, he will immediately use his sword to kill this person.

Wei Xingyao nodded, "Yes." ”

The sword intent of the sword-hugging elder was suddenly released, and the long sword in his arms had already slid into his hand, but Chen Qingfeng's hand was lightly pressed on his shoulder.

Chai Yupu continued Wei Xingyao's words and said, "He is also a disciple of my Qingxi Sword Pool. ”

Wei Hongyi said helplessly: "I only know that he is the party of this competition. ”

In a word, before the end of this competition, no one dared to move.

So, the smile on his face was even worse, "Father told me that the Sword Sect owed him back then, and he will slowly get it back, and if he is not free now, I will take some interest first." ”

Elder Mo was extremely disgusted, and scolded angrily: "Owe him, a traitor who is willing to be someone's lackey, stealing many important sword scriptures of our Sword Sect, and actually daring to speak out, he is really shameless, invincible in the world!"

Wei Xingyao smiled, "Whatever you say, I will defeat your Sword Sect disciples one by one, and then in front of all of you, I will slowly torture and kill the geniuses you have high hopes for to death, so that you will watch and be helpless, and understand what is the right path." ”

Speaking of this, he looked at Yunluo, with teasing and teasing in his eyes, "Are you afraid?"

Yunluo said calmly: "You talk a lot of nonsense. ”

Pei Zhen laughed with a crying voice.

Wei Xingyao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "I hope you don't cry next." ”

A soft sound announced the start of the competition.

The long sword in Wei Xingyao's hand shook slightly, the sword body fluctuated, the heaven and earth vitality shook and gathered, and the sound of waves surging in the field sounded.

Wei Qinghui's major "Blue Sea Tide Life Sword Technique" reappeared in the mountain gate of the Sword Sect in the hands of his son Wei Xingyao.

When the elders of the Sword Sect saw this scene, they were all surprised in their hearts, but Yan was shocked but suddenly exclaimed, "What are you doing with Yunluo?"

On the ring, Yunluo stood in place, looking at Wei Xingyao with fixed eyes, immersed in the perception of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, feeling the flow of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, he raised the long sword, the sword qi swallowed, the sword body slashed through the air, and a white sword qi hovered in the air.

On the viewing platform, everyone stared intently at Yunluo, what was he doing? This is sword qi, how could sword qi just hover in the air like this?

Fu Tianqi may be the only person in the entire audience who understands, he slapped his head and muttered, "So you asked me if Fu Qi wanted to do this?"

He tilted his head, pondering the feasibility of this.

Yunluo's movements were fast, and he had to draw the sword rune before Wei Xingyao's sword style.

Several sword rune lines have been crossed, but Wei Xingyao's sword over there has not yet been fired.

Yunluo clenched the hilt of the sword, his eyes were calm, and he hooked the heavens and the earth with a talisman, and swung out a sword.

A white sword rune line merged into the previous sword rune line, and the rune was suddenly complete, and Yunluo's eyes showed a trace of excitement, "It's done!"

Wei Xingyao was about to hand a sword towards Yunluo, when he suddenly felt his whole body tightened and couldn't move, and then the sword rain fell from the sky.

Everyone had already opened their eyes and stood up, what kind of magic was this?

The unheard, the unseen.

Zhou Mo's eyes were full of brilliance, and he felt a strong talisman aura, as well as sword qi and sword intent.

This young man has combined the two sword talismans into one?

If that's the case, he can't die, absolutely can't, and he will save him with all his life.

When the white light that shrouded Wei Xingyao shone, Zhou Mo smiled slightly, it seemed that he didn't need himself.

Wei Xingyao was covered in blood, and his body was covered with sword wounds of all sizes, he finally couldn't maintain a calm and confident smile, and said fiercely: "No matter what kind of evil art you have, I want you to die!"

After speaking, his figure was about to rush up and swing a sword, but as soon as the words fell, another sword talisman instantly enveloped him.

With Yunluo's mind, how could he make such a low-level mistake, after the first sword rune worked, he started the drawing of the second sword rune, since one can't kill you, then two.

Chai Yupu saw that the situation was wrong, he had already lost a time saint because of his surprise, and if Wei Xingyao was lost here again, he would lose a lot. The body is about to rush to the ring.

Chen Qingfeng stopped him in the air, and after landing his arm, he said with a smile: "Master Chai, a battle of life and death, your name will go down in history, it's better not to interfere with it." ”

Chai Yupu's eyes for help looked at Wei Hongyi, Wei Hongyi turned his head away, as if he hadn't seen it.

Many people thought that this would be a torture killing, but in fact it was, but no one thought that it would be Yunluo who tortured and killed Wei Xingyao.

When Yunluo swung out the fourth sword talisman, the last remaining breath of Wei Xingyao, who had looked incomparably powerful before, was also slashed, and the ten thousand swords pierced through his heart, and it was so cold.

The whole process, the clouds have not moved!

Speaking of this, the cool face was full of energy, hearty, and he picked up the wine bowl and drank a large bowl of wine.

The friend next to him hurriedly filled him up, and couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Wen, what then, then what? Did Yunluo become famous in a fight and reach the pinnacle of life?"

Wen Liang's eyes suddenly dimmed, pursed his lips, drank another big bowl, and slapped the table hard, "Then something happened again!"