Shaking his head slightly, he restrained Hongyan's heart like water, and he didn't have the slightest mood shaken because of Yan Wenfei's violent momentum, and his red lips opened lightly, "What else do you do besides the old three, there is still no progress after so many years." Didn't your master teach you, the more you go to the back, the more you have to rely on your state of mind, from complexity to simplification, foreign things are foreign things after all, you can only improve your own strength, but not part of your own strength. ”

After speaking, he seemed to feel a little bored, silent, and this appearance of light and light wind without a sense of urgency made Yan Wenfei's lungs explode. I feel that this is a contempt for myself.

The golden glass mirror, after Yan Wenfei's slight lifting, the influx of spiritual power, the original turbid and dull mirror suddenly burst out a dark yellow pillar of light, at first this dark yellow pillar of light was bright and bright, but then in the blink of an eye, it emitted a foggy halo.

The breeze swept by, the corners of the red skirt swayed, swaying and swaying, and it was not only the clothes that moved, but also the white and tender right arm that bound the red silk, and there was no feeling in the dark beautiful eyes, and he looked coldly at Yan Wenfei who launched the attack.

'Feng Xiao' roared softly, emitting a blazing light, and when she saw the white cylindrical aura that spilled out from the muddy mirror of the golden pan glass mirror, she actually smiled.

This smile suddenly stunned the people around him, and few people could see the smiling side of the cold Bound Red Aya, and at this moment, those dazzling spiritual lights seemed to be eclipsed under the smile of Bound Red Aya. Although he didn't know why Tie Hongya suddenly chuckled at the moment, Zhao Jiuge was also moved by Tie Hongyan's smile.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, an even more terrifying atmosphere poured out, even more terrifying than what Yan Wenfei exuded, and even a few grades higher. Because the green silk on his head was bound by the purple hosta, it was not scattered but swayed in the air with the wind.

Immediately after that, everyone saw that 'Feng Xiao' moved with a rapid and piercing whisper. With the dance of 'Fengxiao', one after another sword light sources shot out, and as the speed of the sword body dance continued to increase, they all brought up phantoms one by one.

This made Zhao Jiuge dumbfounded, he didn't expect the sword duel to be used like this, looking at the sword light one after another, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva sluggishly. Zhao Jiuge could only feel that every sword light was enough to kill him, and that mysterious and profound sword intent, Zhao Jiuge only felt that he couldn't understand it at all.

And when Zhao Jiuge was amazed by this sword duel move, those in the crowd who had a little bit of strength were more amazed by the momentum that burst out of the red silk, and there was a late stage of the Transformation God Realm, looking at that strong aura, there were faint signs of breaking through the Spirit Sea Realm immediately, which made the dark-skinned thin young man and the gentle and steady young man, both of whom had a bitter feeling rising in their hearts.

The two couldn't help but subconsciously glance at each other, and after a while, it was the gentle young man who admired the binding red silk and said, "It seems that this binding red silk has thrown us farther and farther away, and this aura should not be far from breaking through the Spirit Sea Realm, and when the time comes, there will be a world of difference between cultivation and us." After finishing speaking, the corners of his mouth were hooked, full of helplessness and bitterness. Although the disciples of the same class originally thought that the gap in strength would become shorter and narrower, they did not expect that as time went by, this distance did not shrink, but became farther and farther. And the distance between himself and the goddess in his heart is getting farther and farther away.

Looking at the appearance of this gentle young man, some dark-skinned thin young men who were connected to their fates smiled dumbly, and had a bit of fun in suffering, and secretly quipped, "It seems that we have no hope of surpassing these two ladies on this Sword Pavilion list, and with the growth of this class of disciples, our group of old disciples will retreat to the Council of Elders." ”

The gentle young man didn't understand this truth, and nodded a little interestedly, even if he entered the Council of Elders and became an elder at that time, he was only the lowest elder, and he was only in the early stage of the Transformation God Realm.

Zhao Jiuge, who had been watching the battle in the field, didn't react much even when he heard that Robowen's senior brother was in love with his senior sister, but when he heard the three words of the Sword Pavilion List, Zhao Jiuge suddenly became interested, and was a little curious about what the Sword Pavilion List was.

However, Luo Bowen on the side was also interested, and he didn't need Zhao Jiuge to speak, he had already asked, "Senior brother, what is this Sword Pavilion list." After speaking, a pair of eyes looked at his senior brother curiously.

After the gentle young man glanced at Robowen, he listlessly introduced the situation of the Sword Pavilion List.

It turned out that the mountain that existed in the Sword Pavilion of the Xuantian Sword Gate was called the Sword Pavilion Peak, and the Sword Pavilion not only stored the tablets of the dead disciples of the past generations and their natal flying swords, but also had the longevity lamp of each of the disciples of the inner gate. And the natal flying sword is the flying sword that he often uses, which is usually a spiritual weapon, and it is called the natal flying sword after being tempered by the yuan infant in the body with the fire of the purple yuan.

And outside this Sword Pavilion, at the top of the Sword Pavilion Peak, there is a stone tablet erected, which records the top ten most powerful disciples, disciples who have entered the inner gate and have practiced for less than two hundred years can be on the list, and after two hundred years, basically the disciples will retreat to the Council of Elders and silently make some contributions to the sect, and now the disciples on the Sword Pavilion list are undoubtedly the disciples of their current session such as Bound Red Aya, and in a few days, as the two hundred years have passed, it is the time when the old and the new are alternated, and their group of disciples will naturally become elders。

Hearing the gentle young man's explanation, Zhao Jiuge suddenly became interested in this Sword Pavilion list, thinking that he would wait for his senior sister to finish playing, and he must let her take him to have a look. Look at which ten people are on this list now, I don't know when I will be on the list, thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge's heart is hot.

And the field is fighting at the moment, with the sword rain bound by the red silk, the white light pillar that spewed out immediately distorted, flickering light and dimming, as the sharp sword light hit these light pillars, the misty light pillar is somewhat like a lit candle, unable to withstand the fury of the wind, as if it is about to be extinguished.

Finally, in this furious sword rain, the white pillar of light dimmed and disappeared, and the uninjured Bound Red Aya did not even bring any trouble to the Bound Red Aya.

"Click..."

A small and subtle sound came, and I saw that a small crack suddenly cracked on the turbid mirror surface of the golden glass mirror, and then the crack became bigger and bigger, spreading, and finally the whole mirror surface slammed, shattered, and the entire mirror surface fell and shattered.

"Impossible!" Yan Wenfei let out a hysterical cry, his most important spiritual weapon magic weapon was easily destroyed like this, this is a magic weapon that he has been tempered for a long time!

In the previous few fights with the red aya, this golden glass mirror can also bring a lot of trouble to the red aya, I thought that now that my strength has risen sharply, it will definitely catch the red silk off guard, who knows that this situation will occur.

The kind of damage that is hit in the heart is much more uncomfortable than the damage caused by the damage of the magic weapon.

At this moment, Yan Wenfei's eyes widened, and he looked at Tie Hongya a little crazy, but Tie Hongya's movements were more than that.