Qiu Zhenhan was thoughtful, Xie Wen's heart was pleasant, this tree cage of the two of them was unique among many disciples.

"There were two little ones playing chess. ”

The person who spoke out was the Yunyou real person of the Fenghua Sect. Everyone's attention is mostly in the competition in the Yuan Infant Period, and the battle in the foundation building period is like a young child playing at home in the eyes of the power of the gods, unless it is very outstanding, or it is as attentive as Wen Daoqi, it is difficult to attract attention.

"The chess path is a little immature, but in terms of realm, it is already remarkable. This little girl's chess game seems to be chaotic, but in fact, she has a lot of confidence. The chess moves of the two of them can be seen at a glance under the means of the power of the gods.

Confucianism has always been about seeking knowledge and being humble, and Qiu Bei dreamed that the juniors of his family did not say much, praised Xie Wenxin, and then looked away.

"In this festival, the little sword master is still in control. His gaze moved to the uneven sword monarch who came over, and said warmly.

Since the uneven sword monarch and Tang Qifei separated, his face sank like water, and at this time, after listening to Qiu Beimeng's words, he looked at the moon wheel.

Shen has been married for a long time, and he can be said to be the first person in the Yuan Infant Stage in Chongyun Realm, and has been the leader in major Dharma meetings for many years.

His sword is one of the twelve sword boxes. The twelve blades of floating light, and the twelve sword boxes all contain sword souls. If there is a disciple in the Floating Light Sword Sect who has been approved by the sword box, the sword box will emit a sword sound on its own, and at the same time, the disciples it approves will also feel it.

However, for thousands of years, there have been very few recognized disciples, and the most recent one was Zhong Yunyi, who went to visit.

If Zhong Yunyi was an ordinary disciple, he would still be the head of the family, and the Floating Light Sword Sect could only sigh.

The twelve sword boxes are controlled by the Floating Light Sword Sect, and Zhong Yunyi can only have nothing to do with Lingjun. But Shen buried the name of the Hundred Fold Sword Soul did not cause a ring, but was passed on by his master Mo Bei Shengjun.

Originally, the sword soul was only with one person, and if the sword master died or ascended, the sword soul would return to the sword box on its own. But Mo Bei Shengjun didn't know what kind of means he used, and he actually left the Hundred Folds Sword Soul to Shen Buried before going to the Taichu Realm.

Above the palace in the clouds, the uneven sword monarch paced a few steps, and then remembered Zhong Yunyi, who could attract Lingjun, out of unknown thoughts, his divine consciousness moved, and the water curtain turned to the tree cage where Zhong Yunyi was.

Zhong Yun has not been a long time into a Dan, but his breath is long, and his foundation is extremely stable. The opponent was a young cultivator, and countless wind blades were surrounded by wind and thunder, and they were split by her sword.

The sword in her hand is three feet six inches long, which is mediocre, and with her status in Cangwumen, it stands to reason that it should not be like this.

But in the eyes of sword cultivators like the Uneven Sword Monarch, it was very different.

The sword and Zhong Yun's qi machine are combined, and the number of lives is combined. It seems not surprising, but in fact, it is sharp and introverted, and the universe is hidden.

"It's a pity, such a good kendo seedling ......" The uneven sword monarch sighed for a long time, fortunately Wen Daoqi was not here, otherwise he would argue with him for a few points.

"The one who is fighting against her is called Yunhe. It is also a rare junior in casual cultivation. Yunyou's real lotus step moved slightly, and her beautiful eyes moved with the fight between Zhong Yunyi and Yunhe.

Although the resources of scattered cultivation are not as good as those of the big sects, with the support of the Immortal League for many years, there are a large number of people, and some small sects have also been united, and there are many rising stars.

"Yes, this kid ......"

A thick sword intent suddenly reflected in everyone's hearts, even the power of the gods above the clouds was not spared, and they couldn't help but be in an uproar.

"Shen Shu!!"

"Finally ......" The uneven sword monarch reacted first, and the joy in his eyes was overflowing.

The closed-eyed floating Daoist on the jade tree suddenly opened his eyes, and the chaos in his eyes receded in an instant, turning into a clear one. The sharp eyes were staring at the tree cage in the foundation building period, and the thoughts in his eyes were rolling, and he didn't know what he thought.

In the cage below, all the disciples were intimidated by this sword intent and didn't understand what was happening.

And in the middle of the sword intent, Yun Qianluo spat out blood, her originally tough gaze was a little dazed, and she obviously didn't understand her own mysteries.

The remnants of the tree cage were everywhere, and there were traces of magic and sword qi everywhere, showing what kind of hard battle it had endured.

Her opponent was none other than Lin Ruyin of the Fenghua Sect, who was opened several feet by the fluctuations caused by the sword intent at this time, and could not get close.

A colossal sword intent exploded in the depths of Yun Qianluo's sea of knowledge——

"The common people are dead, and the sword heart is not destroyed. ”

"The road is double-edged, and it will not dry up for a hundred generations. ”

"You are willing. ”

The voice seemed to come from ancient times, deafening, but only Yun Qianluo could hear it. The slender figure floated in mid-air, his eyes closed, his hair dancing wildly with the sword.

Lin Ruyin stood with the piano in her hands, her eyes were shocked, and then she showed a wry smile.

......

Such a terrifying sword intent! It seems that you can see the sword light flying, and it is very cold. Even the chessboard paused for a moment.

Xie Wen was shocked in his heart, and he didn't know the source of this change.

"It's sparse. "The sparse sword soul in the twelve sword boxes. The Heavenly Demon was well-informed and informed Xie Wenxin of the reason.

Carefully feeling the direction of the sword intent, Xie Wenxin speculated that the person who triggered this sword intent should be from the foundation building period, but he didn't know which immortal genius it was.

"Yunzhou is so far away from the Floating Light Sword Sect, and it can actually attract the sword soul?" Xie asked.

The last time Zhong Yunyi attracted Lingjun, he also went to the Floating Light Sword Sect, and the sword box felt her sword heart. Now that it is so far away, and Yunzhou's own protective formation, can it also cause the sword box to ring?

This Shen Shu Sword Soul Hand is quite long, no wonder it can cause such a large formation.

“...... Not really. The Heavenly Demon analyzed: "The one who attracted the sword soul this time should be a disciple of the Floating Light Sword Sect. ”

"The disciples of the sect all have a trace of hard work left in the sect, and the Floating Light Sword Sect is even more warm with sword intent, and the sword box can feel the disciples of the Floating Light Sword Sect with this connection. ”

After listening to the Heavenly Demon's explanation, Xie Wen's heart suddenly changed.

"You might as well admit defeat earlier...... Heavenly Demon whispered.

"Why do you say that?" Xie asked, his eyes were slightly cold. Although this game of chess is about to become an official, she has a good chance of winning.

“...... Even if you win this game of chess, can you defeat such a terrifying sword intent?" Heavenly Demon knew that Xie Wenxin had no interest in the leader, just to complete the task of the cloud idiot.

But with the blessing of Shen Shu's sword soul, Xie Wenxin's chances of winning are difficult to say.

The sword momentum only lasted for a moment before it disappeared, and I don't know what happened to this disciple who attracted Shen Shu. Xie Wenxin lowered his eyes and looked at the unfinished chess game in front of him.

Neither of them was affected by such an astonishing sword intent, the endless starry sky was half-bright and half-extinguished, criss-crossed, and this chess game finally reached the official.

Qiu Zhenhan finally fought back in the late middle game, his stereotype was not tricky, but tended to be upright, and Xie Wenxin was indomitable and devastating.

The two are also evenly matched. Now that he has reached the official, Xie Wenxin cooperated with the autumn pillow and cold to create a robbery, and also wanted to consume a few more points from him.