A dark cloud drifted in, quietly obscuring the sunlight, and a shadow fell from the extremely high sky, covering several hills of the Xiling Sword Sect.

Chai Yupu seemed to feel that his words were not thorough enough, and he threw out another sentence lightly, "Chai Mou is very willing to see the two geniuses fight hard, and I hope that Sect Master Chen will complete it, if it is allowed, this sword will be returned immediately." ”

In the shadows, several figures came to Chen Qingfeng's surroundings regardless of their demeanor, and hugged Chen Qingfeng into a screen behind him.

Li Zhichuan's eyelids drooped, and he remained silent, ignoring Li Zi's jumping up and down the stage;

Zhou Mo quietly looked at Yunluo through the mask, watching him stand in such a grand occasion, his back was so lonely.

After a long silence, the disciples of the Sword Sect in the audience were a little confused, and they all knew that the idea of the saint at that time was to kill Yunluo openly in this ring, but why?

The young man's enthusiasm and sword cultivation pride all made those disciples who didn't know what to do wait tormentedly, waiting for their sect master elder to refuse solemnly.

Liu Fuqiu muttered, "Even the Changtian Sword was taken out in exchange, as for it?"

Yu Heng and Dong Shen glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of hidden surprise from the depths of each other's eyes, and they all hoped that they would agree to prevent future troubles.

Dai Longtao looked at the helpless embarrassment of Pei Zhen and the others with interest, a burst of happiness welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but stimulate: "Didn't you say that he could win, just let him agree, promised us to get the sword back again, and won the game again, killing two birds with one stone." ”

Pei Zhen turned around and was about to rush to Dai Longtao, but was stopped by Cui Pheasant and others, Pei Zhen said hatefully: "Wait for this matter, I will definitely find a way to repair this melon skin." ”

Fu Tianqi lowered his head and whispered, "Wait for this, Brother Yun may be dead." ”

Pei Zhen was stunned suddenly, and tears began to fall.

Lu Qi and Cui Pheasant nodded to each other, ran out of the disciples, and ran to the position of their own elder.

Lu Qi saluted to the Lu family elder, and the elder hurriedly got up and returned the salute, since this elder came to the Sword Sect, this was the first time the two had met.

Lu Qi got straight to the point and said, "Is there a way for the second elder to save Yunluo?"

The second elder of the Lu family remained silent, and quietly said to Lu Qi in his heart: "This matter is a grudge between the Sword Sect and the imperial court, and it is inconvenient for the Lu family to interfere. ”

Lu Qi looked puzzled, and the second elder of the Lu family explained: "Chai Yupu has always been a loyal dog of the imperial court, and if there is no instruction from the imperial court for such matters, he will never do this." Moreover, as far as we know, this Changtian Sword was retrieved by him in person when he went to Tianjing City a few days ago. ”

Lu Qi muttered, "Is there really no way?"

The second elder of the Lu family sighed and said: "Miss, the grievances between the Sword Sect and the imperial court can almost be said to be endless, although the old ancestor agrees with you to come to the Sword Sect, he doesn't want you to get involved in these things, even ...... Affected the Lu family. ”

He tried to adjust his words as much as he could, and finally he still said the hidden concern.

When Cui Pheasant walked to Cui's house, Cui Hong smiled and said, "Yo, isn't this the eldest lady? ”

Cui Pheasant was extremely angry in his heart, and he had the urge to turn his head back in an instant, but she forcibly pressed it down, and said to Cui Hong: "Third Elder, there is a way to save Yunluo." ”

Cui Hong looked around and pretended to be shocked, "Miss, isn't this begging me?"

Cui Pheasant's chest rose and fell violently, and finally spit out a word with difficulty, "Yes." ”

Cui Hong laughed, then looked at Cui Pheasant, who was looking forward to it, and said coldly: "Impossible." ”

Cui Pheasant twisted her body and walked away, she was afraid that if she stayed for a while, she would not be able to help but make a move.

Lu Qi said goodbye in despair and returned to the audience area, Pei Zhen looked up at the faces of Lu Qi and Cui Pheasant, and his heart was even more desperate.

The heavens and the earth are quiet, and no human voices are heard.

Even the wind and the sun were a little unbearable, and when they found the mountains, they attracted dark clouds and covered their compassionate eyes.

Lu Qi scanned the crowd over and over again, silent, sarcastic, cold-eyed, sympathetic, she wanted to remember these faces, and under these faces, the real human heart.

Thinking of this, she burst into tears.

Yunluo didn't know when he had raised his head, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

He said calmly: "Okay, a battle of life and death." ”

Some people sit on the ground, some people sigh long, some people are happy, and some people smile coldly.

Several figures rushed out from behind the screen, and Yunluo, who was sharp and intelligent from a young age, could naturally see that most of the elders had a relieved look on their faces.

Seeing these people who tried to avoid their gaze, Yunluo seemed to be even happier.

Chen Qingfeng was silent for a long time, his eyes were full of guilt, Yunluo looked at him, his eyes met, Yunluo shook his head lightly, there was warm comfort in his eyes, I don't blame you.

Without your persistence, there would be no waiting for this incense.

In this time of incense, Yunluo saw Pei Zhen's lost soul;

saw Lu Qi's weakness;

saw Cui Pheasant's forbearance and humiliation;

saw Fu Tianqi's sadness of hating his powerlessness;

even saw Bai Song's anger, Li Zi's melancholy, and the tears of the little monk.

And when he found out that the wait was so long, he understood that not everyone had given up on him.

Because the ring was cut off from his heart, and the old man Jiang did not show up, he didn't know what kind of attitude the old man had.

But no matter what he thought, if he had the chance, he still wanted to say to Old Man Jiang in person, "Thank you, old man." ”

He looked around, with all kinds of faces and people's hearts.

Just like Pei Zhen told him, the strongest relationship in this world is interests, but Pei Zhen is willing to give up interests for him.

Chen Qingfeng, Cui Pheasant, and Lu Qi, they also made the same choice.

He thought, just like them, he recognized the truth of this world, but he still did not change his original intention, maybe this is the craziest adventure, the greatest hero.

All the colorful renderings were washed back into the monotonous and cruel reality with a sneer from Shi Sheng.

"It's kind of. Come on!"

Zhang Qinggui looked at Chai Yupu, "Master Chai, don't forget your promise." ”

Chai Yupu slapped his head, "I almost forgot." ”

He took out the Changtian Sword again, and ordered a disciple to carry the sword and send it over.

Zhang Qinggui stood up first, took it with a little trembling hands, and nodded excitedly to the rest of the elders, "It's the Changtian Sword." ”

With an excited face, he handed it to Chen Qingfeng, but Chen Qingfeng said without being salty: "Let's put it first." ”

Zhang Qinggui and the other elders glanced at each other, and sighed secretly in their hearts, even though that kid has some talent, how can he have a sect foundation?

With the Changtian Sword, the great array of the sect can be completed, and the foundation will be stable at that time, and then it will be more stable than pinning hope on this child.

I really don't know what the Sect Master and Deputy Sect Master Bai think.

Zhou Mo said in his heart, Chai Yupu's trick to punish the heart is extremely accurate, vicious and abnormal, I think it is the handiwork of the big end national teacher.

It's just that where is the priority of this plan, is it really this teenager?

Zhou Mo thought hard in his mind.

Shi Sheng watched the clouds fall, "It's dark." ”

Yunluo nodded and exhaled a long breath, "Then come on." ”

The red and white clothes stand opposite each other.

For a moment, everyone in the audience stopped breathing.

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and Yun Luo remembered the strategy that Old Man Jiang told him, and his body suddenly moved, appearing beside Shi Sheng.

He started his hand in an extremely strange posture, and then jumped high, his true qi raged all over his body, and the tip of the long sword suddenly bloomed into an incomparably brilliant light, slashing towards Shi Sheng.

It is the first form of the sixteen sword styles taught by Jing Yuheng, the patriarch of the Xiling Sword Sect, the Great Sun Volley!

Li Zhichuan's expression, which had always been unwavering, finally changed greatly, and he looked at the small sun rising in the ring with a shocked face.

If he was not mistaken, he had seen someone perform this sword form before.

In the crowd of spectators, Lei Ming's expression was gloomy, it turned out that this is your real strength, if you didn't hold a wooden sword that day, but this sword, maybe I would have lost the strength to resist.

Shi Sheng obviously didn't expect that Yunluo's figure could be so fast, the sword style was already close, and in a hurry, Shi Sheng's heart moved, and a wooden puppet flew out, growing rapidly, and then protecting Shi Sheng's body to death.

Chai Yupu frowned slightly, this puppet was worn on Shi Sheng's chest before he entered the mountain, and later let Shi Sheng practice with his hard work as a stand-in.

This wooden puppet can be called a supreme treasure, and its strength can rise with the time saint until the Six Realms.

This is also one of the keys for Chai Yupu to rest assured that Shi Sheng and Yunluo will fight for life and death, three realms against two realms, two lives against one life, how can they lose?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came into contact, Shi Sheng had to use this huge hole card.

And, it seems, this hole card is also directly scrapped.

The dazzling sword light slashed straight down, and the wooden puppet of the strength of the three realms was split into two, but at the same time, it also consumed the power of this sword.

Yunluo quickly retreated, guarding against Shi Sheng's counterattack.

On the red clothes, there is a gap, which is the aftermath of Yunluo's sword.

Shi Sheng stretched out his hand and dusted it, and said with a cruel smile: "Abolish my puppet and return it with your life." ”

Yunluo looked at him like an idiot, he was originally gambling on his life, and he was still chattering crookedly here, and he couldn't read too much of the romance.

Shi Sheng rubbed his wrist, "Let me show you how a real sword cultivator fights!"

After speaking, his body moved, and he instantly appeared in front of Yunluo and kicked out.

Yun Luo exerted force on the soles of his feet, and his body slid backwards, and in the process of retreating, he was a sword towards Shi Sheng's ankle.

Shi Sheng's toes let go, and he kicked at Yunluo's sword body sideways, and his body twisted and smashed down with a punch.

Yunluo's long sword swept and slashed towards Shi Sheng's waist, Shi Sheng reached out to take the sword to block it, and the other foot suddenly kicked out, one foot on Yunluo's chest, kicked it out, and landed on the edge of the ring.

Blood oozed from the corner of Yunluo's mouth, but he didn't care about breathing, his body rolled to the side, and a long sword was just inserted in the place where he had just fallen.

The two of them were like this, sword to sword, fist to fist, their bodies were so fast that they were a little blurry, and they could only hear the dense sound of gold and iron clashing in the ring and the muffled sound of fists to flesh.

The disciples of the Sword Sect looked at each other, this is a sword cultivation competition, why does it look a little like a martial artist fighting in the rivers and lakes?

On the viewing platform, Rao is head of many major factions was also a little puzzled, how could the genius young men of the two major sword cultivation sects make a competition like this?

Zhou Mo smiled and said, "Li Zhangjiao is highly respected and well-informed, can you help us solve our doubts?"

Li Zhichuan was a little surprised that Zhou Mo would take the initiative to talk to him, and looked at him deeply, but seeing that his eyes were sincere, Li Zhichuan said directly in his voice: "According to the classics of our sect, in the ancient True Immortal period, the physique of sword cultivation was the strongest among all kinds of monks. Sword cultivation with a lower realm mostly relies on physical fitness to win, and only after being able to cultivate a natal flying sword in the later stage will they use flying swords to fight the enemy. ”

"It's just that after the extinction of the true immortals, the sword cultivation body has been lost, and the sword cultivation's physique has become weaker and weaker, and in the process, the style of flying swords to kill the enemy has been mythologized, resulting in sword cultivation manipulating the vitality of the enemy, and winning with the strength of the sword qi. ”

Zhou Mo's mask-covered face couldn't be seen, "So, both of them have obtained the cultivation method inheritance of the Ancient Sword Cultivator?"

Chen Qingfeng seemed to understand what Zhou Mo meant, "Yunluo once climbed to the top of Wenjian Mountain from the eighty-first level, so there must be some chance. ”

Many eyes on the viewing platform looked at Chai Yupu curiously, he was angry in his heart, but his expression remained the same, and he said with a haha: "Shisheng naturally has a fate. ”

The figures in the ring gradually slowed down, allowing the Sword Sect disciples who were watching the battle from the audience to gradually see the appearance of the two of them clearly.

Yunluo and Shi Sheng were covered in wounds, bloody, and even some of the wounds were already deep to the bone, and some female disciples couldn't help but cover their eyes.

Shi Sheng's expression was hideous, and he roared, "How can you do this, this is all mine!"

Yunluo's expression was calm, and while swinging his sword, he spat out blood and said, "Stupid." ”

Shi Sheng suddenly increased the speed and strength of his attack, as a monk of the Three Realms, he did have the advantage of True Yuan.

The clouds fall like a weed swaying in the wind and rain, let the wind and rain blow, and take root.

The disciples of the Sword Sect didn't expect this battle to be so tragic, let alone that Yunluo could hold on so tenaciously, looking at the blood droplets that shook with his body in the ring, as if his own blood was surging and boiling.

He's fighting for the Sword Sect!

I don't know who it was, but I quietly shouted, "Yunluo!"

Immediately, someone whispered in agreement, and gradually, the shouts became more and more numerous.

Until Pei Zhen roared with a crying voice, all the hoarseness was exhausted, his face was red, and his ears were red, and they all converged into one name, "Yunluo!"

Gradually, Shi Sheng was also exhausted, and his punches and swords were almost as slow as ordinary people.

Yunluo finally wiped the blood and sweat from his face, and said slowly, "Do you know why I have been able to hold on until now?"

Shi Sheng threw a punch with difficulty, knocking Yunluo to the ground.

Yunluo looked at the dark clouds that were still permeating his head, and silently said in his heart: "Thank you, God, thank you, old man." ”

With a sudden kick of his feet, his body rushed out, his left shoulder hit Shi Sheng's chest, knocking it out, and the long sword in his right hand swung out from top to bottom, drawing an arc, and the little true qi that had been dead by Yunluo was squandered, but just this point was enough to change the situation of the battle now.

Shi Sheng flew in the air, watching the clouds fall and the long sword drew an arc, but he didn't see the sword light falling, and in a trance, a galaxy appeared in front of him, and the stars in the sky were like every lonely night in his childhood, so beautiful to see in his own yard.

Then, the galaxy fell, falling on top of his body, and he felt that the dantian, which was already empty, seemed to be crushed by the galaxy.

Shi Sheng stood on his back in the ring, dazed, weak, and covered in blood.

Yunluo knelt on one knee, holding the long sword to prevent himself from falling, just now in order to turn the tables, he had to use the second form of the sixteen sword styles taught by Ancestor Jing, and the galaxy was all over the sky.

At this moment, if it weren't for his will, which was far beyond ordinary people, he would have fainted on the ground.

Listening to the disciples in the audience shouting their names in unison, he listened carefully, heard surprise, recognition, and worry, thinking of these, he pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and tears were drawn from the corners of his eyes.

The tears seemed to make his eyes clearer, and in a trance, he saw Pei Zhen and the figure running towards him quickly, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

Chai Yupu's face was blue, Shi Sheng was abolished, his dantian was broken, there was no possibility of cultivation, and it was pointless to save him.

So Qingxi Sword Pond was unusually silent, and no one even reminded his head that Shi Sheng was still lying in the ring.

Until a young girl appeared, she knelt quietly in front of Chai Yupu and did not speak.

Chai Yupu understood what she meant, and said in her heart: "It's rare that you have such affection, this seat will be read in the master and apprentice field, and allow the two of you to leave, and what you do in the future has nothing to do with Jianchi." ”

The girl silently kowtowed three heads, and in the confusion and sneer of the rest of the disciples of the sword pool, she turned around and ran to the ring.

Chai Yupu said in his heart: Waste! Self-proclaimed genius, arrogant and domineering on weekdays, now the great advantage is actually done like this, this seat is kind, let you fend for yourself, otherwise go back to the sword pool, waiting for you, it may be better to live than to die.

In the ring, a red dress lay down in bloodstains, like a red butterfly that was no longer able to flap its wings, desolate and lonely.

No one will come to save them, their own master will not, no one will do.

He is no longer the high-flying, high-flying young genius, no longer the future master who is sure of the future, everything is under the sword of Yunluo, and it comes to an abrupt end.

Shi Sheng was not unconscious, but his eyes were gradually filled with a ball of dead air, until that familiar face appeared in his eyes.

The girl gently picked up Shi Sheng, hugged his head, and slowly absorbed a trace of true qi with her left hand, and then, tears rained down.

Shi Sheng had blood in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Am I stupid?"

The girl kept shaking her head, caressing Shi Sheng's face, tears kept dripping down, mixed with blood, and lines of blood and tears flowed on Shi Sheng's face.