The name of the moon is not very Xi, but the moon rainbow sword spirit is privately taught.

As early as when the Yuehong Sword Spirit woke up, the two old treacherous giants privately discussed how to win in the competition of the disciples in the back mountain. Yuehong didn't hide it, and happily taught the master the stunt called "Chasing the Moon".

The skill of holding the sword with a bow is the most in line with Chang Xi's temperament, and Chang Xi is also very curious about where this style of stunt is inherited, but Yuehong didn't say too much on this issue, and only said that you are very suitable for this type of stunt and said no more. Chang Xi has never tried to shoot this stunt, but he is familiar with the magic of this stunt spiritual power to operate Zhou Tian's method, and he has also been fascinated by the word moon for a long time, this stunt of arrows and swords complementing each other may be difficult to reach the hall of elegance in the eyes of others, and even pedantic sword cultivation can be raised to the height of insulting the prestige of kendo and condemned, can this stunt really be as good as its name?

Chang Xi, who squandered his spirit and fell from the broken jade waist, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That's fast."

The three arrows come out together, the arrows are strong, and the castration is far away, almost month by month.

The moon-by-month arrow almost ignored the spatial distance, and the moment the bow was released, it had already hit the tip of the azure giant sword, and the blade was like a cluster of flowers, and the unreal transformation was like a sword, which was the most true sword style in the state of human and sword integration, Nangong Congyun never expected that his sword style would be blocked by a red arrow.

Nangong Congyun was shocked in his heart, and the same that could block the Absolute Sword Style would only be the Absolute Sword Style! The crimson arrow could only stop the forward momentum of the true sword, and then it was bounced away by a sword, and then the second pitch-black arrow followed, in Nangong Congyun's suddenly constricted pupils, the blue giant sword was full of cracks, and it was penetrated by the pitch-black arrow in an instant, and the remaining last pure white arrow shadow only pierced through time and space in an instant, and the arrow shattered a strand of hair on his forehead that broke free from the shackles of the jade crown.

From the crimson arrow shadow blocking the transformation into a true sword, to the pure white arrow mang, the process of crushing the hair between Nangong Congyun's forehead was only in a moment, except for the three arrows of the monks above the Yuanying Realm who could get a glimpse of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods, the other disciples with shallow cultivation did not react at all, and even many disciples simply did not see anything.

"Look, isn't that sword in the partition prohibition Senior Brother Chang Xi's saber?" the sharp-eyed disciple pointed towards the prohibition placed around the center of the martial arts arena.

The prohibitions erected around the center of the martial arts arena flickered, the purpose was to prevent the power of the moves from being too powerful and accidentally injuring the disciples sitting on the seats during the competition, but at this time, there was a crystal long sword inserted in the prohibition inside and outside the arena, half cut inside and half cut outside.

The sound of gasping cold air came and went, and the disciple pointed at by the tip of the Yuehong Sword almost became a soul under the sword, and he kept muttering in despair: "That's a partition prohibition that can block the blow of the Yuan Infant Realm's overhaul..."

Blood kept flowing down Nangong Congyun's forehead, and behind the slightly sideways body was the Moon Rainbow Sword that was stuck in the partition prohibition, whether it was sword intent spiritual power or blood sea strength, the corners of Chang Xi's mouth were bitter, and it was still not good? He suddenly noticed that Nangong Congyun had clenched his palm and released it again, and then noticed the strange look on Nangong Congyun's face, he suddenly smiled, and the golden dragon phantom that had just condensed as a faint candle flame dispersed in an instant, and he sat on the ground and stretched out his hands and feet to lie down, heartfelt joy and endless sleepiness hit together.

The strange scene made the entire martial arts arena silent, all the disciples looked at each other, no one knew what Chang Xi had done and suddenly lay down, and he didn't know why Nangong Congyun didn't take the opportunity to take Chang Xi in one fell swoop.

A burst of applause suddenly sounded in the martial arts arena where the silence could be heard, and all the disciples looked in the direction of the sound in confusion, only to see the man in white clothes and white head led by the back mountain disciple seat slowly got up, and stood up and applauded together with all the back mountain disciples, but the applause of only seven people sounded in everyone's ears like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and more and more people from the sect family who saw the clues on the floating platform had already stood up and applauded.

Several disciples in the Qingyun Peak seat who had already entered the ranks of the major cultivators shook their heads and smiled bitterly: "No wonder Senior Brother Nangong this time, if I and a few others faced Fang Cai's arrow, they would subconsciously make the same choice." ”

The other person smiled and said: "Nangong is not unjustly lost, this time I can only congratulate Tianxiufeng"

The senior brother with the highest cultivation had already seen this, and he flicked his sleeve robe and said: "Anyway, Senior Brother Nangong has already advanced to the Yuan Infant, and my Qingyun Peak will not lose anything!"

Even if Chang Xi had only learned a little bit of the Moon-By-Month Style, the Peerless Sect that had once belonged to the top method of the Upper Realm was by no means comparable to the Peerless Sword Style, and Nangong Congyun had to break through the shackles of the realm and advance to the Yuanying Realm before he was able to avoid Yuehong by mistake. In the competition of the disciples of the back mountain, there was already a rule that the disciples of the Yuan Infant Realm were not allowed to participate, and no one took care of the cultivation in the half-step Yuan Infant Realm, but as long as you were promoted to the Yuan Infant in the competition, you will be disqualified from the competition.

Chunjun in his hand let out an unwilling sword roar, this time he changed to Nangong Congyun and shook his head bitterly, the slightest difference is a thousand miles, defeat is defeat, he will not look for superfluous reasons, although it may be a bit embarrassing to lose in the hands of a junior disciple of the Jindan Initial Realm, but it also proves the infinite potential contained in the body of this junior disciple, even if he uses some means, so what? Only the Jindan Initial Realm is capable of defeating the half-step Yuanying is not weak, if he can enter the Yuanying in time, wouldn't he be able to fight with the Avatar Monk?

None of the elites who can stand out in the inner gate of Qingyun Peak, which is full of talents, are narrow-minded, Nangong Congyun, who has been touched a lot by this battle, gently wiped the blood on his forehead, and at this moment, Chang Xi, who collapsed in the snowdrift and had weak limbs, was already very different from before, Nangong Congyun smiled calmly.

"Tianxiu Peak, Chang Xisheng!"

The simple six words converged into a line of unstoppable waves that swept the sky, and the young Tianxiu Peak Master Little Girl cried heartily, and the tears of heartfelt joy could not be wiped away by the two sisters beside her.

The red flush of the plum waving on the seat of Tianxiu Peak was hot to the extreme, and hundreds of disciples of Tianxiu Peak shouted and soared into the sky, Zhang Yuanwenyu Hongchuan and Cheng Yu jumped up excitedly, holding the hands of their friends next to them and shaking them desperately, as if only such madness could express the joy in their hearts, Yan Zhang and Qing Feng in the crowd glanced at each other, their fists against each other, and smiled.

Qing Xuan's ten fingers clasped tightly and cried with joy, and the three thousand sea blue silk swayed in the wind.

The Cheng family and daughter hugged Aunt Zi and Hetu's arms tightly and cheered, and the Cheng family's floating platform was densely packed with lifelike ice sculptures of Fenglang men.

The monks of Hongyuan Temple stood solemnly, their hands folded and walked towards the black-clothed figure.

Four years ago, the figure of the child who left his hometown flashed in front of Qinglan, time flies, the child successfully rewrote his destiny, and now he has grown into a world-famous disciple of Qingyun Mountain, remembering his decision, Qinglan Gujing Bubo's face turned into a heartfelt warmth, and he spit out a word lightly.

"Good. ”

Xin Tong, who was wearing a white fox fur on her shoulders, stepped on the snow and flew down, and under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, the princess hugged Chang Xi in her arms, looking at the tired and sleeping face of the lover in her arms, her eyes were confused, "It's time to reward you." ”

The corners of the beauty's mouth were slightly raised, and her red lips kissed gently.

In the huge martial arts arena, the sound of wailing and the overturning of the vinegar altar sounded.

Tianxiu Peak, the legend is flourishing.