"My heart is sincere to the sword, and I will be sincere to the sword all my life. Xie Yiyu looked directly at the wind and light night, and said: "Jun Weiwei has two swords, and he has evolved two kinds of kendo worlds, the realm of swordsmanship, and no one can reach Yunzhongtai." Since then, the heart of a feather is no longer fighting for swords, but looking forward to fighting with you, in order to prove that the sword path of life is not to enter the road. Please be fulfilled. ”

"Really?" the eyes of the wind and the night were light, and the sword intent flowed.

Other ways to ask for advice, Feng Qingye categorically ignored it. Interpret a feather's words, and move him to the state of mind that is also sincere to the sword. The sword intent is self-generated.

"Of course it is. I listened to Sister Xue, and I came to the Sword Club in the Clouds. Xie Yiyu said: "Now because of Jun, don't think about it anymore." ”

Those monks of the Huanguo Kingdom who admired Ning Tingxue in Yunzhongtai were all sad. Xie Yiyu gave up, he was far worse than him, what more to win the girl's heart?

Xie Yiyu's next words exonerated the Jindan monk on the viewing platform. He said proudly: "Besides, the characters here, who can guide me in the way of the sword?"

If you can ignore the demeanor of your predecessors, many Jindan monks are afraid that they will scold this son's arrogance.

Mo asked for love and smiled: "Smack." Who wants to point. Looking at Ning Tingxue.

The wind light night responded: "No!"

The wind came to Yunzhongtai at night, scratched his head, and asked: "What kind of play?" His life, wandering and cultivating with the wind, he has only recently been in contact with world affairs because of his iron heart and Linghu Xiaomei, and he has never really fought with people and fought swords. All the monks in Yunzhongtai didn't know about this, and for a while, they were stunned.

"Putting life and death out of the way. In that state, the sword realm has the most profound understanding. Xie Yiyu said frankly: "I only ask for a sword." Cultivate for the gap, I will grasp it, and I will never hurt you. ”

Untie a hole flute obliquely cut, the wind is light and the night holds a sword to meet it, and the hole flute is on his chest.

Yunzhongtai was in an uproar. How can a young man give people the feeling of being hairy when he draws a sword? This kind of fighting, any one of them, can defeat him. The magic of wiping the sword in the fog platform is gone.

The wind did not move at night, and the hole flute on the chest was withdrawn.

Smiling ashamedly, Feng Qingye said, "Wait a minute, let me think about it." ”

Xie Yiyu was called a "sword idiot", and he was also a strange person, so he nodded in agreement. The two of them were like fools, in the middle of the clouds, one was thinking, and the other was looking at people stupidly. Boos erupted.

After a moment, Feng Qingye drew his sword and said, "You can start." ”

The two people who fought because of their sincerity in the sword, the fight will open, and in the blink of an eye, the sword shadow is like a tide, and the sound of the flute is like a knock.

The wind is light on the night "Spring Water Lingbo Thirteen Swords" is displayed, each sword, such as Yingying spring water, or Wanwan, or clear, or rushing away from the dust, or the smoke and waves are vast. It is the sword intent and sword momentum left in the fog wall.

The vast majority of the monks in Yunzhongtai just felt that the young man's sword moves were extremely exquisite. Xie a feather to deal with it freely, the hole flute swaying, hitting it is clear, its sound is far away, such as the crane singing Jiugao. The admiration for Xie Yiyu is much more.

The Jindan monks, the more they looked, the more shocked they became. The juvenile swordsmanship, in terms of its mysteries, is not an exaggeration to call it a super-first-class swordsmanship in the Izumo cultivation realm. What's more, this young man has obtained the essence, and the sword that often seems to be ordinary and unremarkable is indescribably wonderful in their eyes. It's a pity that the young man's cultivation is too shallow, and he can't give full play to the true power of swordsmanship.

The wind is light and the night shakes the spirit, and the thirteen swords of the spring water Lingbo start all over again.

Relieve the pressure of a feather, a point heavier.

When the teenager starts again, the pressure to relieve a feather is heavy. The thirteen swords are fleeting, like raging waves, one after another impact, waiting for several times, to solve the gap between a round of swordsmanship and a round of swordsmanship, and hold a flute assault. The sound of the flute is no longer as clear and comfortable as before, and gradually changes its tone. Every blow, every sound, seemed to tear something apart, sharp and sharp, and the syllables pierced the eardrums, which was extremely unpleasant.

The young man turned over and over, more than 600 swords, and the sound of the flute was depressed.

In a trance, the light light of the wind and the night were so wanton and happy, and in a trance, the spirit flashed, and the heart was opened, and the deeper meaning of the epiphany was realized: if it is a shocking tide, it is a high wave, its advance is like a war horse with ten thousand hooves, and its sound is like a May full. Riding in the wind, swinging in the air, suddenly on the high bank, spraying into the wilderness, this is the change of water.

Flexible swordsmanship, at this moment, slashes through the space, as if there is nothing in the world to stop.

Xie Yiyu also broke free from the bottom line of depression at this moment. The hole flute flew into the air, roaring lonely, and the momentum was like thunder.

A flute and a sword, colliding together, all the momentum, was wiped out.

The two figures suddenly stopped.

Xie Yiyu laughed wildly a few times, and said to the handicap: "The thunder sword is cultivated, thanks to the king." In the future, if you have a trust, you will act for the end of the world. After that, he was outside the stage in the clouds, and left with a wild laugh all the way.

Feng Qingye smiled and shook his head, I didn't have time to thank you. Without the battle just now, can the thirteen swords of Chunshui Lingbo be completed?

Yunzhongtai monks, even if they are Jindan masters, they don't know who wins and who loses, and they should probably be regarded as teenagers winning. But if the sword is cultivated, can the boy block it? If the young man's sword does not stop, can he resist it? Or, how can he face such a sword?

The wind is light and the night is walking back. Luan Jingyu came out, blocked the horizontal sword in front of him, and reprimanded: "Sword of the Demon Sect!

Feng Qingye smiled: "It turns out that I made the Demon Gate Sword Technique. Haha, why don't you talk about stealing your swordsmanship?"

The five foundation-building monks who had formed a battle formation with Luan Jingyu rushed forward and stood behind Luan Jingyu, eyeing each other.

Shen Chuishang was anxious and wanted to go, but the two Jindan monks who entered the viewing platform with Luan Jingyu flew to stop them, not asking for mercy, and listening to the snow and moving. The two sides were at arm's length.

The young man on the stage in the clouds shouted, "Brother Shen, don't worry. Such a small night, I'm afraid that my little brother won't be able to deal with it?"

Shen Chuishang was still anxious, and shouted loudly to Nie Shangyuan: "Master, you don't uphold justice, how can the Heavenly Sect stand in the world?"

Ning Tingxue shouted: "Master Nie, the Ning family is looking for you, how do you explain?" The look in her eyes hinted at her Jindan servant, but the person walked to Ning Tingxue's side and said, "Who dares to hurt my young lady?" The meaning is very obvious, not to get involved in the affairs of the young man and Luan Jingyu.

Nie Shangyuan was silent for a few breaths and replied, "Senior Ning is coming, and he must also distinguish the difference between demons and Taos. Now the juniors are in dispute, and they are up to them to fight. ”

The wind light night "hehe" sneered.

The little fox flickered, Ning Tingxue was caught off guard, and the white shadow slipped out from between the two Jindan monks and flashed onto Feng Qingye.

The young man was full of pride and laughed: "Han'er is here! Let's see the two of us join forces to beat them up and beat them up!"

Luan Jingyu's long swords pointed at each other, and the six-person battle formation took the lead in launching. The eyes suddenly bloomed, and the boy and the little fox were dozens of feet away. Six people and six swords, the edge is directional, sweeping the past.

In the light wind and the long howl of the night, he rushed with his sword.

Just fought with Xie Yiyu on the sword, and then faced the six-person battle array, although the same swordsmanship, the youthful anger, completely different.