The ghost light in the hand of the eldest grandson Xiuqi flashed, and then with a flick of his wrist, hundreds of sword rays erupted from the sword body, each sword light was mixed with a cold intent, blocking the space where Murong Yanbin was, wanting to defeat him with a sword.

The sword in his hand is the last time he entered the door of the Witch Mirror, the sword of the big scales forged by a master disciple of Wu Mazi, which can not only increase the strength of his internal breath, but also attach the power of the ocean, the destructive power is extremely amazing, once the sword is out, it is like falling into the deep sea, unable to breathe, and the body is like being banned.

The eldest grandson Xiuqi is extremely confident, Murong Yanbin will definitely not be able to dodge, without a divine weapon in his hands, how can he be his opponent, once he can't dodge this move, it will be the beginning of the real nightmare.

Although the eldest grandson Kangbo participated in the last grand ceremony, because he was about to break through the peak of the Najie realm, he suddenly failed to advance, and he thought it was an accident, so he made a second round of breakthroughs, but not only did he succeed, but he was also seriously injured, thus missing the door to enter the witch mirror.

Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning of a nightmare in his life, he had been longing for a blade for a long time, and this time he was bound to get it.

Murong Yanbin, who didn't have a divine blade, really couldn't dodge this sword, so he didn't choose to dodge, but rushed forward with countless sword lights. The silver spear in his hand, with the wave of his arm, a cloud of silver light fluttered, wandering in the void, only to hear the sound of puff one by one, the cold suffocating sword was actually defeated halfway, scattered into thousands of splashes, extremely gorgeous.

"What?! broken?!"

Eldest Sun Xiuqi couldn't believe his eyes, although this sword didn't use all its strength, among cultivators of the same level, no one had ever broken through this move with skill.

When Murong Yanbin rushed over, he was still very happy, because these swords were not ordinary swords, but once they came into contact, they would be like falling into the deep sea, and their strength was like a powerful sword that was banned, and when hundreds of swords broke out one after another, no matter how strong the defensive barrier was, they couldn't stop it.

Whether it was in the audience or the players participating in the battle on the stage, only Su Yang saw the reality for the first time.

"Completely seeing through the trajectory and weakness of the sword, using the power of the concussion and the advantage of the spear to disintegrate from the inside, this method is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. Su Yang couldn't help but take a deep interest in this Murong Yanbin.

Yi Hongzhuo, Fang Da Mao, and Eldest Sun Zhengchu, these masters, also followed in Su Yang's footsteps and saw through how Murong Yanbin destroyed the sword.

The scene just now was as fast as lightning, and there was a dense sword light blocking it, but with the eyesight of these people, the process could be seen only from the scene of the sword collapsing.

"Murong Wenyao, you have a good nephew, it's really not simple. Yi Hongzhuo said with a smile towards Murong Wenyao.

"Hey, where, that stinky boy can't get on the table yet. Murong Wenyao was obviously very proud, and on the surface, he pretended that Murong Yanbin was not good enough, but he really had enough stinky fart.

If it weren't for Yi Hongzhuo and the others to understand him, I'm afraid they would have misunderstood at this moment, Murong Wenyao was deliberately finding fault, don't forget that his nephew's opponent is the eldest grandson Xiuqi, and his father is also beside him.

If Murong Yanbin can't get on the stage, wouldn't the deflated eldest grandson Xiuqi be a waste?

Although he knew that Murong Wenyao had such a personality, the eldest grandson Zhengchu was still unhappy in his heart and snorted coldly at him.

Su Yang listened to their conversation, shook his head speechlessly, turned his head and whispered to the eldest grandson Kangbo, "Pay more attention to that Murong Yanbin." ”

"Yes. Eldest Sun Kangbo's face was solemn, and he began to pay full attention to this battle, especially Murong Yanbin's every move.

"Judging from the current situation, isn't that kid Xiuqi going to be defeated?" Murong Wenyao couldn't stop slugging, this was originally his son-in-law candidate, but now that he looks at it, he doesn't seem to have any ability, even my little Bin Bin can't beat it.

"The winner is not decided, don't you think it's too early to say these words?" Eldest Sun Zhengchu couldn't help but refute.

Murong Biyu also looked at the battle situation nervously, and then said: "Dad, don't talk nonsense, although my brother is very powerful, but Xiuqi is not weak, maybe there will be a turnaround." ”

"Hey, you girl, let your brother hear this, why don't you hide in the room and cry?" Murong Wenyao pouted.

"My brother is not that fragile, and victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, if you didn't always force him to cultivate, I'm afraid my brother is still a literary scholar now, and he won't become a cultivator at all. Murong Biyu snorted.

"He has that talent, why don't he cultivate, what's the point of getting those inks all day long? Our Yuntang City has nothing to do with the Great Zhou Imperial Family, do you still expect him to become a minister in the court?" Murong Wenyao sneered.

"Do you know that this kind of thinking is very dangerous, if you listen to you, you will kill a genius in the cultivation world, can you afford this sin?" Murong Wenyao chattered.

"Okay, are we going to watch the game, or are we going to watch your father and daughter fight?" Yi Hongzhuo stopped them speechlessly.

"Okay, okay, let's watch the game. Murong Wenyao was glared at by his daughter, and continued to focus on the game.

However, the speaker had no intention, the listener had a heart, and he heard that Murong Yanbin still had such a past, which made Su Yang even more interested.

If you are just forced to cultivate, and you don't like it, you can still cultivate to such a realm, and you don't go crazy because of your uneven mind, this is not just as simple as having talent.

Whether the eldest grandson Xiuqi had used all his strength, Su Yang didn't know, and he wasn't interested in knowing, but what he was sure of was that Murong Yanbin still had reservations, and he hadn't really taken it seriously yet.

Laugh at!

At this moment, the eldest grandson Xiuqi made another move, he had to win back a city, and in a situation where he was bound to win, he was turned over by Murong Yanbin, which made him feel gloomy.

In recent days, there has indeed been a lot of pressure on the eldest grandson Xiuqi, not only the sudden rise of the eldest brother eldest grandson Kangbo, but also the appearance of Su Yang, and Murong Biyu's emotional betrayal, which can a young man bear.

Even if he was already a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm, he was still a young man after all, especially the eldest grandson Xiuqi, who had never seen the vast world and had been staying in Yuntang City for the first half of his life.

Since he was a child, he has not suffered too many setbacks, except that he was covered by the light of his eldest brother when he was a child, which made him very unconvinced and depressed. But then, because the eldest brother suddenly fell from the Temple of Heaven, he found an opportunity to become a bright star, and the joy after the depression almost overflowed.

He had grown accustomed to the feeling of the stars holding the moon, but now, he suddenly realized that it seemed that all this was going to be taken away soon, and he would be left with nothing, which was absolutely not allowed!