The teachers didn't speak, and gradually several elders of the Emei faction spread bitterness on their faces. And the elders of Qingcheng and Kunlun all looked at Chu He with surprise on their faces, and their eyes were full of energy.

The scene in the ring dissipated, and Li Suiyun's chest was faintly red, and his complexion began to turn red. The scorching sword qi was destroying his body in his body.

He has retreated from that near-perfect, formless and phaseless state, and has been reduced to a mortal with his own joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

"Why am I losing?" Li Suiyun asked himself, and he was also asking Chu He.

From attainment to realm, so that in the way of the sword, the sword intent contained in him, he is not weaker than Chu He. Even better, how could he lose?

Chu He was still immersed in the thoughts of the Gu Dao people, and said coldly and lonely: "Erben mortals, why are they immortal?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Suiyun suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale for a while.

Chu He is right, he himself is an imperfect mortal, but he wants to put on a transcendent state that is beyond the world and not stuck in things, even if this state is powerful and vigorous, but it is also fundamentally discordant in his bones.

Chu He is equivalent to a sentence that destroys the Tao that Li Suiyun has always adhered to and believed.

Having lost this otherworldly perfection, is Li Suiyun still Li Suiyun?

Bai Ru's face was gloomy, and he said to a bald-headed monk behind him: "Ciyun, why don't you go and bring your Senior Brother Li back!"

Monk Ciyun took a step and instantly appeared beside Li Suiyun, looking at Li Suiyun's stubborn but faintly wavering eyes. Monk Ciyun sighed, and a blue Buddha sword like a mimosa appeared in his hand, and it was lightly stabbed out and pierced into Li Suiyun's Fengfu acupoint.

Li Suiyun was stabbed by a sword, and fainted instantly, but the original hideous and tangled color on his face gradually eased and dissipated.

watched Monk Tzuyun help Li Suiyun back into the Emei camp.

A stunning and heroic girl wearing a purple sword robe, with a high ponytail and a blue and a purple spirit sword on her waist, stood up directly and shouted to Chu He: "Hey! That kid from the Qingcheng faction! If you have the guts, invite your aunt and grandmother to go down, and I will let you taste the taste of the purple and green swords of the Emei faction." ”

Chu He's eyes flashed, and he swept over the girl.

Just by looking at the two swords at her waist, you already know her identity.

She is Luo Jiangyun among the nine sons of Fengyun, the one with the highest talent, the highest number of lives, and the best one in the Emei faction, and the waist is the best pair of spirit swords among the many flying sword spirit soldiers in Emei.

This is the Purple and Blue Twin Swords.

The purple and green double swords are ancient relics before the ancient immortals mined the western Taiyi essence gold, a total of two male and female, the male name is Ziying, and the female name is Qingsuo, which can be divided and combined, and the power is great, far better than Ganmo. For thousands of years, only the Lord has been counted, and those who are not extremely immortal cannot get it.

Because this pair of spirit swords is not only powerful, but also full of evil spirit, even those who are blessed with deep fortune are difficult to resist. Therefore, most of the time, these two swords are divided into the main and served, and rarely belong to the same hand.

Luo Jiangyun was able to hang these two swords from his waist, no wonder he had seen Chu He's sharp sword path, and dared to come forward to call for battle.

It's just that Chu He hasn't agreed yet, so Bai Ru scolds and says, "Jiangyun! Come back, your Senior Brother Li has lost, and your Ziqing Sword is not hot enough, I'm afraid that once the fight rises, it will hurt yourself." ”

After saying that, Bai Ru looked at Chu He with indifferent eyes mixed with surging murderous intent, and Lang Lang said: "Master Chu's nephew is really powerful, he can defeat Li Suiyun with a sword, and reproduce the golden wind and slanting rain sword of the Gu Dao people in the past, which is really amazing." ”

"Master and nephew Chu have the heart to defeat many of my Emei disciples with their own strength, and they are also very courageous, but I am afraid that when the Gu Dao people were young, they did not have such pride as their nephews. ”

Chu He listened to Bai Ru's politeness, but he didn't appreciate it, but he just replied without being salty: "It's a prize! Gu Dao people didn't dare to call the first in the world of swordsmanship back then, and I still need to work hard for my juniors." ”

The implication of this is that what Gu Dao people have not done, he wants to do?

As soon as this remark came out, no one was unaware of its arrogance, but at the same time, they were faintly admired.

The world is invincible, and everyone has the dream of asking the sword people. In other words, as a sword cultivator, who has never had such a thought in his heart? But daring to say this directly, and in front of many powerhouses of the three major sword sects, this requires strong courage and self-confidence.

"Okay! The ambition of the teacher and nephew is really not small. In this case, I Emei will not win the wheel battle in this game, so as not to be ridiculed. If you win the battle, then all my Emei disciples will admit defeat in this round. ”

On the Qingcheng side, many disciples had happy colors on their faces.

Chu He can defeat Li Suiyun, so among the Emei disciples, there should be no one who can win Chu He!

Originally, I was worried about the wheel war, Chu He consumed too much energy and vitality, and gradually lost his strength, but if it was just a battle to determine the victory, it would be different.

And the price that Chu He needs to pay is just a forcible right to call his name, and the Emei faction will appoint a disciple to play on its own.

"This... Yes, Senior Brother Chu, promise them!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Chu, teach them these Emei faction guys to know what the Qingcheng Sword Technique is. ”

A group of excited Qingcheng disciples were making a fool of themselves in the rear.

"Quiet!" Fu Yazi snorted coldly, and the noisy group of disciples fell silent. Of course, the Kunlun disciples and the disciples of many small sects were still discussing in a low voice, and there was a lot of buzzing.

Most of them are guessing the intentions of the Emei faction, what confidence they have, and who they will send to win and defeat Chu He.

"Chu Xiuyuan, don't listen to this person's nonsense! With your strength, you can fight anyone except one of the nine sons of Fengyun!" Fu Yazi shouted.

On the side, Da Yu Zhenren's face froze, and he couldn't wait to step forward and pull the sleeve of the head of Fu Yazi.

This is really a pig teammate!

It's no wonder that Fu Yazi has always thought that Chu He is the kind of 'perfect' disciple model who is full of plans for the sect. Compared to Da Yu Zhenren, he really didn't know Chu River at all.

Chu He turned his head, looked at Fu Yazi and asked, "Then dare to ask the master! I don't know who it is, I can't fight?"

Fu Yazi didn't see the desperate glances of the real people behind him, and said, "Emei, Xu Lai!"

"Xu Lai, is there such a person in the Nine Sons of Fengyun?" Judging from the names of Luo Jiangyun, Li Suiyun, Ciyun and others, shouldn't these Nine Sons of Fengyun all have a wind or cloud character in their names?

Before Fu Yazi could answer, Bai Ru said: "Xu Lai is indeed one of the nine sons of Fengyun, the one who is in the breeze, come slowly!"

"Master Chu's nephew, our request is that you fight with Xu Lai, if you win, I Emei will consider myself defeated in this round, if you lose... Bai Ru smiled and did not continue.

Even with the thickness of his skin, he couldn't say such a thing as making Chu He retreat.

If Chu He is defeated, then there will be no future, he will definitely die, and there will be no other possibility.