Yang Buzhi was attacked, and Yang Si stood up from his chair angrily.

He glanced at Hong Dingzhen, and saw that he didn't squint and didn't move, so he immediately shouted angrily at Qi Youyun: "Third Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

Qi Youyun, who was quietly observing the sky, snorted, stretched out his right hand, twisted his fingers a few times, raised a sparse eyebrow and said with a smile: "Sixth senior brother, don't worry! Your third senior brother and I just felt something, when I watched the sky every day, and when I pinched my fingers and calculated, I accidentally had cramps in my fingers, no wonder!"

"Hmph! You don't want to rely on the old and sell the old, and make trouble unreasonably!" Yang Si snorted coldly and took a step forward, his clothes shocked, and there was a tendency to start fighting if he didn't agree.

Qi Youyun narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face did not decrease: "What's the matter?

Syllable!

Hong Dingzhen slapped his palm on the table, and there was a rare trace of anger on his face. He glanced at the two of them and said impatiently: "Have you made enough trouble, it's better to go farther away, don't be embarrassed in front of the disciples!"

Yang Si turned to look at Hong Dingzhen and said angrily: "The Sword Shrine disciples have always decided the victory or defeat by themselves when they discuss sword competitions, and this is the rule passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors since the Sword Shrine was established. Is it true that the Tomb Master still wants to help the third senior brother speak today, and set a precedent for this elder to interfere in the disciple's sword debate?

Hong Dingzhen, who was annoyed by Yang Si's quarrel, looked at Qi Youyun, who had nothing to do with me, felt inexplicably relieved, if he didn't make a move just now, most of the people who made a move would be himself, but fortunately, he stabilized...

After all, the big monk who came here to scramble frantically with a shy skin, Zeng Zen said in Zen words how important this Bai Nianyi is to the sword mound, but he can't just sprout and be ruined by the lawless Yang Buyi.

While breathing a sigh of relief in his heart, he couldn't help but helplessly say to Qi Youyun secretly: "I'm sorry, my third junior brother!"

At that moment, his face changed, and Hong Dingzhen said in a deep voice: "Third Senior Brother, unload your body protection sword." ”

Qi Youyun was stunned for a moment, looked at Hong Dingzhen, and wanted to plead a few more sentences, but saw him with a cold face, with an undoubted look, blowing his beard and glaring at Yang Si, the boss reluctantly removed the sword gang around him.

The Lord of the Mercy Sword Shrine stood up majestically, pinched the sword fingers in his hand, and raised his arm to throw out a sword qi. Qi Youyun, who had unloaded the gas engine, was no different from an ordinary person in front of Hong Dingzhen at this moment, and he was immediately beaten and rolled down the stands, his body couldn't stop, and he rolled straight to the bottom of the sword platform before being stopped.

Many Sword Shrine disciples, looking at the three elders who were usually extremely hot, rolled all the way down from the stands like a rolling gourd, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, one by one blushing, if you look at it from a high place, at a glance, it is red everywhere.

Qi Youyun patted the dust and stood up, looked around, and said with an unkind face: "Which little rabbit cub laughed out loud today, Lao Tzu will clean up one by one later!"

Hong Dingzhen, who had sat down again, looked at Yang Si and said lightly: "Although the third junior brother has made a move, but this Bai Nianyi has not yet admitted defeat, and the victory or defeat of the two of them has not changed, and now I have punished him, are you willing to take a step back, sixth junior brother?" After speaking, Hong Dingzhen glanced at the north quietly, and said: "Later, the two of them compete, and no one is allowed to interfere again." ”

Yang Si snorted coldly and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he saw Yang Buzhi looking at him, he made a cold face and nodded at Yang Buyi.

Yang Buyi, who received his father's signal, picked up the sword and snorted at Bai Nian, who was already like a bloody man on the ground, only to feel that cleaning up a little beast like an ant was always uncomfortable. Yang Buzhi walked quickly towards Bai Nianyi, he didn't want to drag it out any longer, who knows what kind of trouble will happen in a while, it is only right to start as soon as possible.

"The edge of the sword can urge the sky to fall to the earth, let him have thousands of thorns in front of him, I will cut it all the way from three feet in my hand!"

A bamboo leaf floated from afar with a loud shout.

The turquoise bamboo leaves, glowing with the scorching sun, reveal a very lively atmosphere. It swayed in the air, but it had a clear goal and landed steadily on Bai Nianyi's forehead.

The bamboo leaves settled, the green light flowed, and in a few breaths, the blood that flowed on Bai Nianyi's body was stopped.

The young man lying on the ground with his eyes closed heard a loud voice in his head: "Although my body is dead, my mind is still there! The dry bones and tombs are three miles, and the sword intent goes to spring in autumn! I give birth to a sword, and I die with a sword!"

Bai Nianyi, who was already unconscious, instantly turned over and stood up like a corpse. The young man with a dazzling bright red body all over his body, his eyes were not open, he was not panting, and he raised his right arm and grabbed the little flute from afar.

The small flute on the ground flew up, bringing a faint white glow that Bai Nianyi firmly held in his hand.

The sudden change made Yang Buyi, who had already come to Bai Nianyi less than three steps away, stunned for a moment. I was indignant in my heart, and secretly cursed: "Damn!"

While scolding the person who helped Bai Nianyi, Yang Buzhi almost crushed a mouthful of white teeth. While the sword in his hand did not stop, he secretly said viciously in his heart: "As long as you don't interfere and obstruct the battle, no matter what, you must kill this little beast in front of you today!"

The long sword was castrated fiercely, and Yang Buzhi ignored it, and directly slashed at Bai Nian's head.

Bai Nianyi was shrouded in the blue color of the bamboo leaves on his forehead, but he still stood with his eyes closed, and when the oncoming long sword shook his sideburns, he slowly raised his hand to shake it away. Bai Nian tilted his head slightly, smelled the wind and left, stepped out with his left foot, and the little flute sword jumped, stabbing straight at Yang Buzhi's chest.

Yang Buzhi's offensive was broken, and when he saw the killing move, he hurriedly took two steps back, but the little flute came extremely fast, and Yang Buzhi, who couldn't dodge, hurriedly crossed his sword in front of him, wanting to block this blow.

The two swords handed over, and there was a crisp sound. Yang Buzhi had cold sweat on his forehead, as long as he slowed down, this sword would go straight into his heart.

Bai Nianyi, who seemed to be like a dead man in front of him, was inexplicably strong at the moment. Yang Buzhi got up and guided the long sword with the qi of his whole body, but he couldn't help the little flute at all, he pushed forward, Bai Nian didn't move at all against the little flute, he didn't dare to retreat, and the sword qi leaked when he retreated, and he was seriously injured if he didn't die.

Bai Nianyi was just a beginner in the marrow cleansing sword cultivator, and he had not yet condensed his sword qi, even if he fought with others, he could only rely on the qi that flowed by himself after he had penetrated the tricks. Yang Buyi clearly felt that Bai Nianyi, who was with his eyes closed in front of him, only stumped himself with an inexplicable brute force.

The stalemate situation made Yang Buyi, who had already been able to abolish Bai Nianyi with one sword, angry, thinking of Qi Youyun who was intervening in his hand, and couldn't help but scold angrily in his heart.

However, he cursed, and before the second sentence was continued, he saw his sword slowly crack with fine lines.

Yang Buyi's heart trembled, and in horror, he raised his foot and kicked Bai Nian's abdomen. He had to force Bai Nianyi back before the long sword shattered, otherwise he wouldn't be able to dodge this sword.

This kick was extremely fast, carrying a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, it hit the kick without the slightest intention of dodging.

The blood stains on Bai Nianyi's chest had not dried, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on it again. was hit by Yang Buzhi's kick, but he didn't have a trace of expression, and while vomiting blood, the long sword that Yang Buzhi was blocking in his chest also fell to the ground piece by piece.

Yang Buzhi hurriedly blocked his arms in front of his chest, but his qi engine ran his arms but couldn't stop it at all, and he was instantly pierced by the little flute piercing the two arms. He screamed in pain, and screamed, "Dad, help me!" Yang Buzhi has been pampered since he was a child, and he has never suffered such heart-rending pain, only this time, he was almost fainting in pain, and he tried his best to call for help.

Yang Si's face in the elder table turned pale, and he landed on the sword platform with only one breath. He was extremely angry in his heart, and without thinking about it, he used ten percent of his strength to smash Bai Nian's head with a palm.

All of this was as dazzling as lightning, and the long sword in Bai Nian's hand was blocked by Yang Buyi's arms, and he immediately pulled out the little flute and slashed at Yang Buzhi again.

Yang Si slapped his palm, and the bamboo leaves on the young man's forehead flickered, and he was able to block him, but at this moment, the little flute had already slashed Yang Buzhi's arms that could not be withdrawn, and they all fell to the ground. This time, Yang Buzhi couldn't bear it anymore, passed out, and fell to the ground together with his severed arms.

"The old man wants your life!" Seeing his beloved son fall to the ground with a broken arm, Yang Budi, who was so angry that he was crazy, roared angrily, his hair flew together, his clothes were shocked, and his body was raised to the apex, and his palm turned into a sword, slashing at Bai Nianyi.

Bang!

A loud bang stirred up dust in the sky, and the huge sword platform was also blown apart. Although several elders on the stage instantly controlled the scattered and fierce wind in all directions, the sword mound disciples in this sword arena were still like being hammered, and they were all knocked to the ground and stacked together.

Hong Dingzhen stood in front of Yang Si, his expression was a little ugly, but he also knew that Yang Buzhi was so badly injured at the moment, Yang Si was already angry to the extreme, and couldn't help sighing: "You take it to the medicine hall to renew your arms first, and then I'm afraid it's too late, and I'll talk about this later." ”

Hearing Hong Dingzhen say this, Yang Si reflected, and hurriedly went to pick up Yang Buyi, and a pair of broken arms were also held in his hands by Yang Buzhi, who was crying incessantly.

"Today's broken arm, you'd better give me a satisfactory explanation!" Yang Si, who left angrily, left with an angry roar.

Hong Dingzhen turned to look at Bai Nianyi, who was also shocked to the ground, and sighed: "Come on, take Nianyi down too." ”

Before his words could land, Qiu Jin and the three of them, who had endured the discomfort and got up from the ground, had already run over quickly. Qiu Jin pulled Bai Nianyi up, put him on his back, and ran away with Xu Wansheng.

Su Qiao'er's eyes were red when she looked at the two people who were far away, but she didn't follow. She walked up to Hong Dingzhen, grabbed his sleeve and knelt down, crying heartbreakingly: "Master, you must help Brother Nianyi!"

Hong Dingzhen looked at the heartbroken apprentice, smiled helplessly, helped her up, and said softly: "Don't worry, with your Uncle Chen protecting with a sword intent, compared to Yang Buzhi, Nian Yi just suffered from flesh and skin." ”

Su Qiao'er stared at her big red eyes, held back her tears, but couldn't stop sobbing, and asked, "Really?"

Hong Dingzhen smiled and nodded. Su Qiao'er, who received an affirmative reply from the master, threw off the sleeve of the shirt she was holding in her hand and ran in the direction of Qiu Jin and the others.

Because the landing posture was not adjusted properly, the goatee that fell into the mud got up from the ground, and while spitting out the mud, he frowned and asked Xu Ran, the only one among the disciples of the Sword Shrine: "In this battle, how can you win or lose?"

Xu Ran, who was amazed by the sword discussion just now, laughed loudly and said, "Senior Brother Du, you have made a lot of money!"