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Today, the wind is fierce on the top of the mountain, blowing the sword flag of Huashan and hunting, and there are vermilion war drums beating under the beating of disciples, and the drum beat is soothing but majestic, shocking.

In the center of the crowd, there is an ancient beast and strange pattern Taishi chair, and there is a person sitting on the chair, with an elegant and handsome face, a beautiful hair on his lips, and a Confucian robe. is not like a person in the martial arts at all, but more like a generation of Confucianism.

This person is the head of Huashan Yue Buqun, and he is also a famous Confucian master in the Ming Dynasty, who founded Huashan Academy at the request of Zhu Ru of Zhizhou, and also has a lot of influence in the entire Ming Dynasty.

On the left side of the ancient beast strange pattern Taishi chair is a strange flower spirit grass fragrant wood stool, and on the stool sits a beautiful woman who looks like a fairy, which is Yue Buqun's wife, the famous Ning Fairy Ning Nuxia in the martial arts, and the peerless sword fairy Ning Zhongze.

The seven disciples stood on the left and right sides, with a tall posture and a sideways gaze.

Especially the young and beautiful little sister Yue Lingshan, with a beautiful flower appearance and a snowy skin, is better than being young and lovely, how much scorching sight stays on her directly.

Noticing these sights, Senior Brother Ling Hu Chong was very unhappy, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only remember the owners of these eyes and leave them to be trained one by one in the future.

Three hundred inner disciples waited under the high platform and formed a phalanx.

The second senior brother Lau Deno looks old, but his aura is vague and deep, so that people can't see the depth. Standing in the center of the high platform, Lauderno said loudly: "Huashan's annual inner door competition starts now. ”

"Now those two juniors come up to fight first?"

Da-da-da!

The sound of horses' hooves was urgent, and the black wind suddenly rose.

Phew...

A man and a horse were already standing on the high platform.

"Ancient Chuanxia, a disciple of Huashan's inner sect, which senior brother came up to teach?"

The clothes were still shabby, except for a pair of eyes as sharp as a sword.

Ling Hu Chong saw the person coming, and a smile appeared on his face. And Yue Lingshan also felt that the person in front of him had a faint sense of familiarity.

Only Yue Buqun, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, although he was silent, looked at the depths of Gu Chuanxia's eyes, but he was a little more displeased. Such a flamboyant temperament is indeed incompatible with him.

"Zhang Sheng came to receive the teaching. ”

A figure flashed by, and it had already leapt onto the high platform.

It is said that he is already a good hand at the seven folds of the day after tomorrow, and the third senior brother Liang Fa has passed on two Xiyi swordsmanship, and one sword can pierce the boulder. ”

"Please!"

"Please!"

Gu Chuanxia dismounted, and the two shot at the same time.

White clouds out of Xiu!

White clouds out of Xiu!

With the same move, Gu Chuanxia was much faster than Zhang Sheng, and a sword stabbed out the sword blade that had intercepted Zhang Sheng's halfway run, and the long sword knocked the blade in Zhang Sheng's hand out with a single click.

"It's so fast! The speed of the sword is so fast, Zhang Sheng doesn't have time to make a move. There were many disciples in the audience who were buzzing and discussing.

In the past, this ancient legend was not well-known, and it was unthinkable that there was such a method, which really opened the eyes of many Huashan disciples.

defeated Zhang Sheng, Gu Chuanxia did not have the slightest pressure, which was completely different from the narrow victory over Shi Jindong that day. One is that Gu Chuanxia has gone through penance and true learning, which is not comparable to the past, and the second is that the general strength of Huashan disciples is weaker than that of other disciples of the Siyue Sword Sect, and it is much worse than that of Songshan disciples.

Zhang Sheng looked at Gu Chuanxia with an ugly face, and did not pick up the long sword that fell to the ground, and walked away with a blush on his face.

It is the chic that comes, and the embarrassment that goes.

"Xie Yufeng, please advise!"

Another disciple of Huashan Inner Sect flew to the stage.

Don't talk nonsense, just start fighting.

Gu Chuanxia is still a sword, and the sword light flashed. Xie Yufeng's sword had already been picked out and nailed to the stone tablet not far away.

"Luo Wenlong, please advise!"

The sword flashed, and another disciple was defeated by the sword of Gu Chuanxia.

Liu Gang, Wang Wuyong, He Benchong...

A dozen or so inner disciples were not even the enemies of the ancient legend.

Gu Chuanxia's swordsmanship is superb, and he has already surpassed the disciples of Huashan Inner Sect too much, and he is not comparable to them at all.

Seeing that Gu Chuanxia just used a different style of Bai Yun out of Xiu, no matter how the opponent shot, his swordsmanship was always just right to fly the long sword in the opponent's hand, so that Hu Chong's eyes became brighter and brighter, obviously looking at the intention, if it wasn't for the inner door competition at this moment, he was afraid that he would immediately rush up and compete with Gu Chuanxia.

In contrast, Yue Buqun became more and more impatient.

The internal strength cultivation shown by Gu Chuanxia can only be regarded as decent, relying on all exquisite swordsmanship. Such a method is so similar to the disciples of the Sword Sect in the past, it simply reminds Lao Yue of the nightmare of the past.

Dozens, dozens, hundreds, more and more inner disciples were defeated by Gu Chuanxia. One person immediately crossed the sword, it was simply overwhelming, no one in the inner gate of Huashan dared to compete with him, and even a few disciples who saw the demeanor and methods of Gu Chuanxia and substituted themselves into the position of Gu Chuanxia's opponent, and their faces were a little pale.

Gradually, no one dared to go on stage to compete with the ancient legends.

Not happy! Not happy!

Very unpleasant!

Although he is constantly winning, Gu Chuanxia is very unhappy.

He wanted to find an opponent to fight, but he didn't. Not only did no, but there was not even anyone who could catch one of his swords.

"No need to come up again!"

Hearing this, many inner disciples breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

"Let's take the rest together!"

Hearing this, thousands of disciples secretly scolded the arrogance of the ancient legend in their hearts, but they couldn't help but be impressed by his domineering. The remaining nearly 100 inner disciples felt a naked insult, and anger burned in their hearts.

"Arrogance! You have only been in my Huashan for a year, but you are so arrogant that you don't even take us senior brothers seriously. "There are inner disciples who scold.

Gu Chuanxia ignored it, and shouted loudly: "Disciple Huashan, when you have Lingyun Sword Intent, you can't fight like this, you can only scold like a shrew, what's the reason?"

This sentence made Lao Yue's eyes light up, but he liked Gu Chuanxia a little. Although he is forbearant and ruthless, he has put all his efforts into the Huashan faction, although Huashan has improved in recent years under his efforts, compared to the Huashan faction at its peak, it is more than one or two grades, and the disciples are weak and not to mention, they are even more lacking in courage, so how can they compete with other Siyue disciples and make enemies with the demons of the Sun and Moon God Sect in the future?

"Well, since you are so rampant, we will obey your wishes, but under the chaotic sword, something bad has happened, but I can't complain about us. There was an inner disciple who roared angrily, but he was aroused by the ancient legend, although it was inevitable that there was a sense of cruelty, but it also added a bit of blood bravery.

Linghu Chong looked at Lao Yue, as if he was asking Lao Yue whether he wanted him to intervene to stop the upcoming chaotic battle. After all, Gu Chuanxia is a rare talent in Huashan, and it is indeed inappropriate to die under the chaotic sword like this.

Yue Buqun stroked his beautiful hair and was silent.

On the high platform, more than a dozen inner disciples had already rushed up, all rushing towards Gu Chuanxia.