The five summit martial arts trials of Tiandaomen are in full swing, but unfortunately compared with previous years, the quality of this year's big test is much worse.

The last time the Immortal Sect was in his party, Bai Ze was taken away by the Big Dipper Heavenly Emperor, and there was no news for several months after that, and recently there was not very accurate news in the cultivation realm, saying that the Big Dipper Heavenly Emperor had been ambushed by the Demon Sect and had died.

Xinghe Zhenren couldn't sit still, and took two proud disciples Ling Hebi and Mo Xuan to Beihai Chaosheng Island to find the Beidou Heavenly Emperor's dignitaries, and Yue Ning, as the team leader, failed to protect Bai Ze thoroughly, felt guilty, and invited himself to face the wall for a year.

In this way, in this big test, the disciples of Spirit Turtle Peak shined, and Tingquan was even more invincible, seeking defeat alone.

In the ring, Yang Wushuang of Spirit Turtle Peak and Zhang Yansheng of Jiuxiao Peak were fighting together.

Both of them are "driving things" cultivation, Yang Wushuang "driving things" five layers, Zhang Yansheng "driving things" three layers, Yang Wushuang has a little advantage in cultivation.

The two of them are the two of the highest cultivators among the new inner disciples this year, and this fierce battle is naturally regarded as this year's rookie king dispute.

The two of them fought a pillar of incense, each other's tricks, and they began to be fashionable and comparable, but as time passed, Yang Wushuang gradually began to gain the upper hand.

Yang Wushuang became more and more excited, he has been holding his breath these days, to prove himself in front of all the division commanders, and now this wish is about to come true, from now on, no one will remember the ugliness he made when he was in the entrance assessment!

A flash of fire shot out, blocking the long sword in Zhang Yansheng's hand, and then a crimson fire unicorn formed in his palm, roaring towards Zhang Yansheng.

Seeing this blow, Zhang Yansheng must be difficult to parry, and Yang Wushuang got carried away and shouted loudly: "The laurels of this year's Five Summit Martial Arts can only belong to Spirit Turtle Peak!"

Before the words fell, a faint flute sound floated from the sky, and then a bright white light crossed in mid-air, accurately hitting the fire qilin, shattering it.

At some point, another figure appeared in the ring.

A young man dressed in white, standing in a corner of the ring with his head upturned and his hands on his hands, masked with a square scarf, holding a soft sword with silver light in his hand, the wind blowing his robe, indescribably graceful.

It stands to reason that if someone affects the order of the ring, there should have been an overseer elder to stop it, but the strange thing is that all the elder-level figures stood by quietly, and no one had the intention of making a move.

"Who are you?" Yang Wushuang saw that this person was a little familiar, especially the soft sword in his hand seemed to have been seen somewhere, but the image of that person in his memory was a little plausible to this person, and he couldn't help asking.

The man didn't speak, but walked up to Zhang Yansheng and whispered a few words to him, Zhang Yansheng looked stunned, and then hugged his fists and jumped off the stage by himself.

The white-clothed masked man turned around, hugged his fist at Yang Wushuang, and said, "Senior Brother Yang's cultivation is profound, and my junior brother is itchy for a while, and I want to ask you for a few tricks!"

"Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to challenge me?" Yang Wushuang was angry at this time, and he saw that he could make a big splash just now, so he was stirred up.

"Senior Brother Yang just needs to know that I am a disciple of Jiuxiao Peak!" The soft sword in the man's palm fluttered, turning into a white light in the air, flashing again and again, whirling in an incredible place, slashing three times in a row.

It is the first realm of "Dragon Yin Sword Song" "Mingyue" - Mingyue does not know the bitterness of parting, and the oblique light penetrates Zhuhu.

This move makes the weight lifting, agile and elegant, which shows that this person has good attainments in swordsmanship.

What's more, he was driving the sword in the air just now, and he was completely pulled by the qi machine, which shows that his cultivation is at least above the realm of "controlling things".

Yang Wushuang saw that he had made this trick Dragon Yin Sword Song, and couldn't help but put away his contempt, thinking that this person could actually make Zhang Yansheng abandon the battle and step down with one sentence, he must be an important disciple in Jiuxiao Peak, but since he was masked, it meant that he had no confidence in himself, and he was afraid of losing face after losing, so he was not afraid.

"Okay, pick me up first!"

Yang Wushuang didn't know the depth of this person, so the first move was just a temptation, this punch was punched, and there was a scorching wave of qi rushing towards the man in white, he expected that this person would be counterattacked, so this move only used seven successful forces, and secretly ambushed seven or eight back moves, if this person fought back, it would be launched immediately, so that he couldn't eat and walk!

Who knew that the white clothes were just in a fluttering shape, and even after taking a few steps back, Yang Wushuang's punch fell into the void, and the seven or eight subsequent moves originally laid out were completely useless.

Yang Wushuang was shocked and angry, and immediately used his most proud "Purple Fire Qilin Strength", and for a while, the purple fire was rippling in the ring, and the heat wave was monstrous, but he saw that the man in white looked free, advancing and retreating freely in the firelight in the sky, strolling leisurely, and even the soft sword in his hand was withdrawn from his waist.

Yang Wushuang knew that this person was too strong in terms of body technique, if he continued to fight like this, it would really make everyone see the joke, and he couldn't help but say excitedly: "Jiuxiao Peak's 'Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique' is very famous, and it seems to be ordinary today, do you only hide?"

It's good that he didn't speak, but this opening seemed to touch the scales of the man in white, only to see that the man suddenly stopped in the firelight, stretched out his hand, and saw a peach branch fly into his hand.

At this time, it is the season of peach blossoms in March and April, there are many peach trees around the ring, the peach branch in the hands of the man in white has just been broken off from the tree, and there are more than ten peach blossoms open on it.

"Since Senior Brother Yang wants to comprehend the 'Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique' of Jiuxiao Peak, then I will use the peach branch as a sword and take a few moves with Senior Brother Yang!"

This peach branch is slender and long, and it will break if it collides with a little force, and this man in white uses it as a blade, clearly not taking Yang Wushuang in his eyes!

Yang Wushuang was furious, and was about to make a sarcastic remark, but he saw that the direction pointed by the peach branch was exactly where the flaw in his trick was.

Although the peach branch is thin, it has sword qi attached to it, and it can also hurt people.

Yang Wushuang had no choice but to change his move, his left fist was withdrawn, but his right palm was handed out from behind his left fist, and his speed suddenly accelerated, reaching the chest of the man in white.

But I saw that the man in white carelessly erected the peach branch, which happened to block the direction pointed by Yang Wushuang's right palm, if he didn't stop his hand, this palm didn't wait for anyone to hit, but I was afraid that he would hit the peach branch first.

It stands to reason that with the true qi attached to the palms of Yang Wu's hands, he will be able to break it when he touches the peach branch, but at this time, if the white-clothed man has a real long sword in his hand, he still makes this move, which is equivalent to putting his fist on the blade of the other's sword, if he doesn't stop it, this palm doesn't wait to hit someone, I'm afraid that he will be cut off in half first!

In desperation, he had to withdraw half of the trick again, and he was so depressed that he almost wanted to vomit blood, and was about to retreat, but when he saw the wrist of the man in white trembling slightly, and the peach branch trembled slightly, Yang Wushuang suddenly felt that at least six or seven places in his body were cold, and no matter how much the other party's sword stabbed at any of these six or seven places, he would not be able to dodge.

As a last resort, Yang Wushuang roared, and went crazy to push out his left and right palms in a row, using layers of palm wind to lay a barrier in front of him, trying to delay Bai Ze's offensive slightly, and at the same time retreating seven steps in a row, stepping on the stone chips on the ring.

At this time, the man in white put down the peach branch in his hand and looked at Yang Wushuang with a smile.

Between the two, a judgment was made

How's it going? Isn't it written with a bit of martial arts flavor?