The style of sword fighting prevails in the Izumo cultivation realm, and large and small sects all hold sword meetings of different scales. The most famous, belongs to the Moyang National Xing Sword Sect held the "Tai'a Sword Meeting", a sword and the world, but there was also a heroic sword repair, after the Gui, the sword sighed: Moyang found the Fenghou Sword, empty to the autumn wave sad death river.

Of course, to participate in the Tai'a Sword Meeting, you must be a sword cultivator at the Jindan and Yuanying levels. Reaching the top, there is no way to climb, and who does not look back on the hardships of the road ahead? Who does not look forward to the long years?

And life should be famous, even if this long sigh is deafening, the successors have never been less.

"My brother doesn't participate in sword fighting in the clouds?" Mo asked.

The wind shook his head in the light night.

"Aren't you cultivating the way of the sword?" Mo asked: "With the level of the younger brother's sword, it is very possible to win the championship of this sword meeting." ”

Feng Qingye smiled and said, "Sister Mo looks up to me. Not to mention that I am a qi refining swordsman, although I have a knowledge of kendo and some experience, I can't get on the table. The real fight is far away. You see—"

At this time, the last swordsman in the Qi refining period was put on his shoulder with a sword and obediently admitted defeat. On the platform in the clouds, there are more than 50 sword cultivators, all of which are foundation building cultivation. Among them, Luan Jingyu and the monk who persuaded the wind to sell the little fox at night were eye-catching.

Ning Tingxue whispered, "I see, Brother Ye will definitely win them." Otherwise, he would not have drawn his sword that day and provoked Luan Jingyu. ”

"Oh?"

"Listening to Xue, that's how you guess I can use a sword and invite me to dance with Han'er?" asked Feng Qingye. Secretly slandered, where did I provoke Luan Jingyu, obviously he bullied people.

Ning Tingxue pretended not to listen, and buried his head in grinding with the little fox.

"Dengzizi! Tell me honestly!" Mo Qianfang learned that this pair of eyebrows didn't know each other before the sword dance.

Ning Tingxue didn't dare to raise his head.

"My sword is for protection. Feng Qingye said honestly: "Protect the thoughts in your heart." Although it is not clear, what will be guarded in the end, now, Han'er must be protected...... Well...... The same guards listen to the snow. ”

Mo Wenqing's eyebrows fluttered, and he smiled crisply: "Listen to the snow and don't want you to guard ......"

The word "protection" didn't come out, and his toes were stepped on by Ning Tingxue. changed his words: "Hehe, I'm afraid that when the time comes, you won't be able to come out of the sword." ”

Yunzhongtai is the same as before, and then the scuffle.

The wind is light and the night is incomprehensible.

Mo asked and said, "On the Yunshan front, to resist the demon clan, is it possible to fight one by one?"

Feng Qingye has a general understanding of the situation of the battle in Yunshan, and in a battle, hundreds of thousands, millions of people, and demon clans are invested, and they really don't shout about their names and fight alone. At the moment, he concentrated on the fight in Yunzhongtai, Xiaohui Kung Fu, and his eyes stayed on a few people.

Shen Chuishang informed the monks of their names.

This kind of sword fighting, the more you look at it at the light night, the more serious it becomes. Sneak attacks, traps, alliances, betrayals, wild attacks, feints, hard fights, show weakness, do everything, do everything. There are also those who are consumed, the two are in a corner, the fight is inseparable, and the monk who chased by unexpectedly suddenly struck out of the cloud platform with a sword. The number of sword fighters gradually became scarce, and eventually became two forces. One is a dozen monks led by Luan Jingyu, and the other is seven or eight monks led by Xie Yiyu and Zhong Zidi.

"Kendo cultivation is secondary, and mental changes are more important. "The wind is light and the night is thinking.

The tactics of war have changed.

The two sides quickly formed a battle formation, swords and lights, roaring and charging. As soon as he looked at him, three or two sword cultivators left the formation. The battle array missed, returned and rushed again, and the arrogance was more blazing and vigorous. One monk from each of them was wounded. Turning around, the battle array was already messy, uneven handover, and Luan Jingyu's side had a large number of people and had the upper hand. There are only one Xie Yu, Zhong Zidi, and Luan Jingyu in the battle array, and there are still six left. There are eight on the field, and all of them have quit the sword.

"Eight people fought alone with swords to fight against the leader of this year's clouds. Shen Chuishang said.

The wind is light and his heart shakes at night, and his intention is still unfinished. really underestimated the sword cultivators in the world, and the two sides fought in formation, indomitable, fearless. Take a glimpse and know the whole leopard, think of the west of Yunshan, how many such sword cultivation styles, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and the sword riding the wind, never returning!

The mentality of not being afraid of Luan Jingyu is much weaker.

Eight people catch the right, to advance to four, and then catch the right. The two duke it out. In this session of the Sword in the Clouds, the Heavenly Sect invited Ning Tingxue, Mo Wenqing and several well-known Jindan monks in the cultivation realm of the Junguo Kingdom. The reward is even more expensive, the winner will have a top-grade spirit sword and five thousand medium-grade spirit stones. Gradually, every monk who joined the sword fighting gained something.

After the reward for the elimination of the monk is distributed, the sword in the clouds will tend to reach a real climax.

The wind is light and the night is sighing, or praising the situation, the situation of the sword fight between the two in the cloud will always change with his tone. After a few games, Mo Wenqing and Shen Chuishang became more and more surprised, and there were many changes in swordsmanship and battle conditions, and they were unexpected. Later, Mo asked for love and simply thought lazily, where the young man spoke out, and then watched, his mind was not in the sword fight in the clouds.

The little fox doesn't like the scene of swords coming and going, Jin Ning listened to Xue caressing and playing, stretched out his paws to write and communicate, and Ning Tingxue was almost unfocused on the cloud platform.

"Ying Xie Yiyu and Luan Jingyu are one of the two. Xie Yi has more potential. Feng Qingye said to Shen Chuishang.

Sure enough, the two won another game.

Untie a feather to collect a long sword, with a pipe of hole flute. The hole flute swept obliquely, and the sound of piercing the clouds and cracking stones.

Luan Jingyu also changed his sword, which was a colorful sword three feet long.

Apparently the two, before that, had reservations.

This sword fight attracted the attention of Xiaohu because of its good sound and good looks. Solve a feather every move, the sound of the hole flute, harmonious but not ruthless, moist but not dry, just like the "sound sword"; Luan Jingyu long sword rebuke, colorful shadows overlap, colorful and gorgeous, just like the "color sword". Such a fight, extremely sound, color. The two of you come and go, the sword moves, sword momentum, and sword intent are more and more exciting, which is naturally in line with the fun of the little fox. It also counted a sword fight in the clouds.

After more than 1,000 moves, Xie Yiyu withdrew from the sword fight, and said proudly: "For three days and three nights, it will be a draw." Count me in losing. ”

Immediately, he said to Nie Shangyuan: "Nie Master, the younger generation invites a Taoist friend on the viewing platform to teach. The award of the Heavenly Sect is fully dedicated. ”

The wind is light and the night is unknown.

Mo Wenqing showed an unfathomable smile on his face and said: "These eight people can not be rewarded, and they have the right to invite the seniors of the viewing platform to give guidance." It is the last scene of the sword fight in the clouds. ”

"Which Jindan monk did he invite?" thought the wind light night.

Another bad omen for the boy. Mo Wenqing said, "When the time comes, you can't help but come out of the sword", but Xie Yiyu said "Taoist friends give teaching", won't it still be me?!

Ning Tingxue's eyes were shining, staring at the strange demeanor of the wind and light night, and said, "I'm afraid it's Brother Ye." This Xie Yiyu is a well-known sword idiot in Qingzhu Daomen. ”