Within one step, it is the old rule of the world.

The challenger named the disciples of the sword mound to fight one-on-one, and they could either name those who were one step above their own realm or those who were one step lower than themselves.

Four steps are limited, and one, two, or three steps are not allowed to end up.

It's a great deal of self-confidence, even conceit.

Kendo killing, the combat power is already in the forefront of all the ways, the sword mound is in the same vein, in this way to the whole world to declare, one-on-one heads-up, only me!

In previous years, there were very few people in the world who wrote a war letter to those who were one step higher, and those who dared to do it were all peerless geniuses who were famous. It's more of a peaceful fight, although the avenues are different, but the understanding and Dao power are not much different, and it is the battle that can stimulate the potential the most.

There are almost no people who go down to the next level. If you win, you will lose face. Interestingly, none of the challengers have won for thousands of years. There is a master who said that the heavens broke the heavens: "Cultivation is a matter of going against the sky and challenging the heavens and the earth, if you don't even have the courage to challenge the upper position, when you send out the battle letter, your state of mind will have already fallen." The result is self-evident. ”

It's just that this year's situation has changed greatly because of the words of the elder of the caravan.

The first person to end up was a five-step disciple of the Far East Sword Cultivator. Wearing chaotic wooden armor, holding a long knife as tall as a person, with a proud expression, he picked a four-step disciple of the Qitang with a finger in his hand. This is tantamount to tearing the skin first, nakedly revealing the face of unscrupulous means in order to get the final victory.

The disciples of the various sects whispered.

Changning paid close attention to the observation, and found that there were several disciples of the sect with a relaxed expression, needless to say, they also planned to challenge a step lower but could not wipe off their face, and they were so opened by the Extreme Eastern Sword Cultivation, I am afraid that this time in the world, there will not be a few people who want to suppress the realm.

Walking in the sect in the past few days, even if he didn't get acquainted with everyone, Changning had somewhat recognized the appearance of the senior brothers and sisters. He recognized the senior brother who was challenged, and when he was stunned by the sword book on a cliff that day, this senior brother happened to pass by, and danced a few words in it, helping Ning to understand the artistic conception.

Changning remembered that this senior brother's surname was Lu, and his single name was Huan.

Lu Huan's face was as serious as usual, and he walked to the martial arts stage without hesitation almost as soon as he was named.

Then he stood opposite the sword cultivator in the extreme east.

Although it is only a four-step cultivation, it has the meaning of Yuanyu Mountain.

The extreme eastern sword cultivator didn't say much, with a stroke of his hand, the long sword of Qi Ren's height was unsheathed, his hands were clasped together, and he raised his sword over the top.

Lu Huan reacted extremely quickly, took a wrong step under his feet, and his body turned to the left side, which was able to avoid the downward slash of the long sword, and then slid out with the sword wind triggered by this sword.

The extreme eastern sword cultivated a sword to split the air, immediately changed the move, and changed the split to a sweep. His sword already grew a large section of the usual sword, supplemented by the sword, this sword swept out, and it actually enveloped half of the martial arts platform, which naturally included Lu Huan's retreat.

Lu Huan didn't mess up at all, his left hand was behind his back, and he gently knocked on the bottom of the sword box behind his back.

A long sword fell into Lu Huan's hand.

said that it was a long sword, but compared with the sword in the hand of the Extreme Eastern Sword Cultivator, it looked a little delicate.

However, this did not prevent Lu Huan from fighting the sword.

Lu Huan's retreat suddenly stopped, and the sword in his left hand drew an arc, and it collided with the long sword in a simple and unpretentious manner.

The two swords parted at the touch of a button.

The two figures withdrew a few steps and stood still.

And the sound of the sword whistle when the two of them took out their swords had just reached the ears of everyone watching outside the martial arts stage at this time.

The so-called electric flint, but that's it.

The screeching sound of swords clashing with each other echoed among the peaks.

Changning felt that the clothes behind his back were slightly wet, and he just deduced the sword just now in his mind, but found that in addition to being extremely fast, there were no fancy skills among the three moves.

Then the two of them moved again from the static pole!

The momentum of the confrontation became more and more rapid, and soon only the sound of swords and swords and vague figures remained on the stage.

Changning couldn't see the movements of the two clearly, but he could clearly feel the scattered sword intent on the martial arts stage.

So fierce, so sharp, so unstoppable.

There was a bang. The two figures parted and stood still again.

After all, the Extreme East Sword Cultivator was one step higher, except for his breath being a little anxious, he couldn't see what damage the fierce battle just now had caused him.

And Lu Huan's face was slightly pale, and there were several small cracks on the placket. He took a few deep breaths, his complexion improved a lot, and his expression became more serious.

Vigu had been standing beside Changning, and Changning heard him whisper: "One hundred and twenty-seven moves in an instant, the melee attack moves have been fed, and it's time to get serious." ”

Changning was slightly puzzled, obviously in his opinion, the battle between the two was already white-hot, isn't this really moving?

Variables on the stage are abrupt.

Jidong Jian Xiu took a few steps back, and did not stop until the edge of the martial arts platform.

His sword was unsheathed.

Then the body is pressed down to almost the ground.

Wind stops.

There was an ominous aura spreading.

Changning's eyes were full of flowers.

He wasn't sure if he had just seen the Far East Sword cultivating his sword, or if he was just too focused and hallucinating under the scorching sun.

Then there was a dense, tooth-aching grinding sound.

The sword of the extreme eastern sword cultivation was still in the sheath, but on the ground of the solid martial arts platform, from him to Lu Huan, there were countless white scratches out of thin air.

The sword box behind Lu Huan was gone, and the twelve long swords around his body were suspended, spreading out into different angles, and then crumbling in an instant.

One person's Taoist heart, ten thousand swords, thought that the sword boat, traced the river. This is the path chosen by the deed hall to climb the mountain.

The four-step realm is just the first time to set foot in the sword, and the Dao heart and Dao power can support the twelve long swords to resist the sky at the same time, not only that, but also see through the opponent's attack and prevent most of the sword. Lu Huan's sword path is not exciting.

However, this can be called a miraculous sword method, after all, limited by Lu Huan's cultivation, it is only a moment to shine.

Then a wound appeared on Lu Huan's chest.

Extremely thin, extremely long, diagonally traversed.

Lu Huan fell down suddenly, and the twelve swords around him lost their support, and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound one after another.

He blocked most of the attack, but he couldn't stop all of them.

A disciple of the Sword Shrine stepped forward and carried Lu Huan off the field.

Fortunately, those twelve swords blocked most of the sword intent, and the sword that Lu Huan was hit looked terrifying, but it was mostly a flesh injury, and his life was safe.

Changning didn't know why, he felt a backfire in his chest, and he wanted to explode. Tao Ran pressed his shoulder, using his sword intent to promote tranquility.

"For thousands of years, the sword mound has come step by step. On the five steps, I am afraid that there is already an opportunity to enter the six steps, and for the sake of this world theory, the realm has been pressed to the present. When encountering such an opponent, it is already excellent that Senior Brother Lu can achieve such a result. And I'm afraid that after Senior Brother Lu recovers from his injury, five steps will be at his fingertips. ”

Changning Moyun adjusted his breathing and pressed down the backfire with Tao Ran's sword intent: "That being said, seeing this situation is another matter. ”

"When I first saw the theory of the world, I was just like you. Grievances, anger, only see their own family win, don't want to see their own family lose. ”

"Is it the same as today, when the adversary is full of this malice?"

"Which time is not?"

Changning was silent.

"Remember what I said, the sword is put away to get a better stab. In this regard, the last sword of the Extreme Eastern Sword Cultivation is quite interesting. ”

"I understand ......"

"Sadness and sorrow are not the style of my generation. If you have that irrepressible backfire, it is better to use it as firewood to ignite your will to move forward on the mountain. ”

"I've always felt that if I don't offend anyone, people won't offend me. Now it seems that Huaibi is his sin. Guarding Baoshan, there will naturally never be a shortage of people who want to come and get a piece of the pie. ”

"You have to get used to it slowly. Then, after getting used to it, he cut off the offenders one by one. Cultivation is like this, fight all the way up, and then one day you find that no one dares to take it, then you have reached the top. ”

Changning turned his head to look at the nine-story platform, thoughtful.

On the high platform, Xi Wuya seemed to sense something and smiled slightly.