As soon as Dongfang's undefeated voice fell, some sectarians carried out a large ding, which was full of fine wine.

At this time, a swordsman in Tsing Yi walked in from outside the main hall, hundreds of sect elders could not stop it, some drew their swords, and the sword fell when it fell, so that the hidden weapon, the hidden weapon was not sent out, so they covered their wrists, and all the sect elders in the place where the Tsing Yi swordsman passed by had to abandon their weapons.

When they arrived at the stone steps of the sect leader's throne, everyone saw the face of the swordsman in Tsing Yi clearly, this person's beard, hair and eyebrows were already snow-white, but his body was tall, sassy like a lone pine, standing proudly, everyone subconsciously felt that they were a head shorter than the other party.

This man is the most famous swordsman in a hundred years - Feng Qingyang.

"Thirty years of searching for swordsmen, several times the leaves and branches, since the first sight of the peach blossoms, until now there is no doubt. This Dading is a thirty-year-old peach blossom brew, although it is old, the aroma is as good as new, Mr. Feng wants to drink?"

Feng Qingyang said indifferently: "I am a swordsman, and I dare not drink before the decisive battle." When I take the head of the Oriental Sect Master, I will have a drink and bid you farewell. ”

Dongfang Undefeated laughed, the people in the hall seemed to have been pricked by needles in their eardrums, and they were bitter, and then they faced Da Ding, stretched out their hands and hooked, and the wine in the Ding turned into a water line towards her, and after a while, the wine in the Ding bottomed out, and they all entered the East Undefeated abdomen, but her abdomen did not swell.

It's just that there is a layer of smoke-like aura around the body, which makes people even more confused.

After a while, the hall was filled with the fragrance of wine.

It's like a peach blossom paradise.

Dongfang Undefeated said softly: "Mr. Feng, I'm going to make a move." ”

As soon as she spoke, the wind cleared and moved.

A clear sword light rushed towards the east undefeated, winding and uncertain. Dongfang was undefeated to make orchids, and the smell of wine gathered, and an ice needle appeared on his fingertips, and with a flick of his fingers, he shot towards that Qinghong.

While!

The small ice needle actually swept the sword light.

The sword light changed its trajectory slightly, and then went undefeated towards the east.

Dongfang was undefeated as concocted, and ice needles popped out from his fingers, and each ice needle contained a sword qi, entangled with that Qinghong.

The elders and disciples of the main hall were dazzled and dazzled.

The sword light of the wind is already a miracle that they have never imagined in their lives, and the undefeated condensation of the east is a needle, bending his fingers and flicking, and his body does not leave the throne, but he is also on par with the peerless swordsmanship of the wind and clear.

If Feng Qingyang shows the supreme internal force of the world, then the use of the internal force of Dongfang Undefeated is the supreme supernatural of the top.

The figure of the wind will be in the sky and the ground, left and right, forward and backward, as if his figure is everywhere in the hall.

However, in the main hall, where is not the range of the undefeated attack of the East.

Suddenly, a terrible sword groan rang out.

Ice needles exploded into dust in the air, and the wind blew up the steps step by step.

There are elders with good eyesight, seeing the clear wind of the sword, the tip of the sword can't help but tremble, the sword body is like a soft twist around the fingers, and the range of attacks is unimaginable.

No matter what angle Dongfang Undefeated throws out the ice needle, no matter how fast it is, it will be easily destroyed by the tip of the sword that is clear in the wind.

The last white finger pressed against the tip of the sword that was blowing in the wind, and all trembling stopped.

Time seems to stand still.

After a while, the wind cleared and retreated, standing on the big ding, which had no drink.

And Dongfang's undefeated fingers dripped bright red blood.

She said leisurely: "Good swordsmanship, what's your name?"

Feng Qingyang said: "Dugu Nine Swords - Breaking Arrow Style." ”

Dongfang Undefeated smiled: "I remember, if I use an embroidery needle, I won't get hurt." ”

She put her finger on the soft lip flap, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked it gently, it was the smell of blood, she hadn't tasted it in a long time. And it's her own blood.

Her body couldn't help but tremble, excited, full of excitement.

Feng Qingyang's expression was solemn, and he said lightly: "You can use whatever weapon you want, I only want your life." ”

Dongfang was undefeated and said: "It's a pity, if you are twenty years younger, there is still a slight possibility." You're getting old. ”

She stroked the hair that fell from her ears, as if her daughter's family was tidying up her appearance.

The wind was blowing and there was a chill.

In the blink of an eye, the undefeated East has disappeared from the throne.

A red shadow appeared on the big ding.

Feng Qingyang unexpectedly took out his sword, and the sword qi tore through the air and let out a terrible roar.

The sneering continued.

The red shadow always swirled around the wind.

Feng Qingyang didn't know how many swords he stabbed out in an instant, the gist of Dugu Jiujian's attack on the enemy's vital point had long been forgotten by him, he only instinctively took out the sword, and then out of the sword, as long as there was a sword slow, it was his death.

In the eyes of the elders of the Demon Sect, Feng Qingyang was surrounded by sword light, like a hedgehog protecting himself, and the red shadow was always around Feng Qingyang.

The red shadow circled around Feng Qingyang for an unknown amount of time, but he saw that white smoke continued to evaporate above Feng Qingyang's head, and the wanton sword qi became more and more turbulent, and the big ding continued to splash iron filings, and sparks flew everywhere.

In the end, Dading turned out to be a pile of iron filings, and Feng Qingyang was down-to-earth again, and all the sword light disappeared.

A sword light was suddenly born between heaven and earth, and only this sword light filled everything.

Eventually, it was like a clear spring flowing down from a high mountain, rolling down, accompanied by a buzzing thunderclap.

In the end, the sword light shattered, and the wind stood in place, untouched.

Dongfang Undefeated is like a peach blossom, floating back to the throne of the sect leader, her eyebrows are a little red, her head is lowered, she is supported by one hand on her temple, and her eyes fall on Feng Qingyang.

After a while, he sighed softly and said, "What is this sword called?"

Feng Qingyang said: "Dugu Nine Swords, send it as you like, there is no name." If you want to call it, call it Dongfang Injury. ”

Dongfang Undefeated muttered: "Is Dongfang Undefeated injured because of this?"

Feng Qingyang did not respond, and he was already exhausted.

This strongest swordsman in the world, the most prestigious swordsman in a hundred years, has since disappeared in the main altar of the Sun and Moon God Sect, the Wencheng Wude Hall.

Dongfang was undefeated for a while, and finally looked at the wind clearly, and said lightly: "No one is allowed to move him, I'm sleepy, I want to rest, you all disperse." ”

So all the people of the Cult of God dispersed.

Only Yang Lianting didn't leave, he saw Dongfang Undefeated's eyebrows falling like a drop of blood rolling beads, merging into the red robe, and couldn't help but worry: "How are you?"

Dongfang Undefeated said quite coldly: "Why don't you go." ”

Yang Lianting rarely spoke to herself in such a tone, but she had always been used to being strong in front of Dongfang Undefeated, and he said, "Aren't I worried about you? You are still angry with me." ”

Dongfang Undefeated was silent for a while, his tone softened, and said, "Brother Lian, I like you very much, do you like me too?"

Yang Lianting said: "Of course I like you, who else in this world treats you sincerely?"

Dongfang was undefeated and said: "Brother Lian, I will give you whatever you want in the past." Since you like me, can I ask you for something?"

Yang Lianting said: "What do you want? I promise you." ”

Dongfang Undefeated said quietly: "I want your life." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Lianting's expression changed, and before she could speak, she saw that Dongfang Undefeated's soft and white hand was holding a blood-red heart.

He felt a chill in his chest, subconsciously lowered his head, and saw that his heart was broken, and it was hollow inside.

Yang Lianting raised his hand and pointed to the east undefeated, his eyes full of puzzlement.

But he could no longer speak, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Dongfang Undefeated looked at Yang Lianting's corpse as if she was looking at the most precious plaything, and she said softly: "Brother Lian, I have already been undefeated in Dongfang back." The East is undefeated, there should be no weakness. ”

She suddenly looked at Feng Qingyang coldly, and said lightly: "From now on, Dongfang will not be injured if he is undefeated." ”

The blush of Dongfang's undefeated eyebrows is still there, but no blood beads seep out. She sat calmly and indifferently, like a god sitting high in the clouds, looking down on the world coldly and mercilessly.