"Get out of here!"

Seeing this, Yun Lan'er frowned, and with a finger of her hand, a sword light that seemed to be like a practice fell down, turning into a snow-white light curtain, and with a "whew", it blocked in front of the three of them. The sixteen sword lights flew closer, and slammed into the light curtain, and there was a soft sound of "ding ding" when they landed, and they bounced away one after another. Everyone hit to no avail, their faces changed, and they shouted in unison, and the sixteen sword lights were divided into two, eight of which shot towards Yun Lan'er, and the remaining eight made a turn, swirling in mid-air, and slashed at the waistcoats of ordinary people in three ways. Pingfan, Wan Jianyi, and Liu Qingyao heard the rumors, and their faces changed.

"Are you Shushan really so aggressive?"

With a loud shout, his right arm was raised, and a firelight rose into the air, and with a "snort", it condensed into a flaming sword. With a sword in his hand, a sense of battle naturally surged in his heart, and with a backhand sword, he greeted the eight sword lights.

"Boom Boom Boom"

At this moment, Babai and Yihong collided with the sword light in the air, and a deafening and violent roar broke out when they landed!

In the loud noise, I saw that the ordinary face turned pale, and he involuntarily flew upside down for a few feet, but he was hit by the combined efforts of these eight people, and he was forced to retreat!

What was especially unexpected to him was that each of these eight white-clothed disciples was only at the level of the foundation building stage!

However, it was these eight people who struck together and forced him back, a powerful person who became a good person!

"How is this possible?"

Ping Fan shook his head, forcibly endured the discomfort in his chest and abdomen, and with a finger of his backhand, he shot out a blood-like rune mark, and with a "poof" sound, it disappeared into the sword body. Seeing this, the eight disciples sneered in unison, and invariably sacrificed their flying swords and met the flying swords in his hands again. In the eyes of the eight people, there is a spirit of ambition!

It's as if they still won this sword fight!

But——In the next moment, Ordinary suddenly grinned, his body shrank suddenly, and he snatched it out like a ghost from an extremely tricky angle, from the gap of the eight sword lights!

"Stupid!"

Ping Fan scolded in a low voice, and suddenly his body bowed, and he rushed towards the eight people on the opposite side like an arrow from the string. The eight people were stunned when they saw this, and they were about to fly the sword to get it, but they didn't know that the ordinary man had already punched a white-robed young man and flew out. The rest of the people were stunned, but unexpectedly, an elbow hammer, a "bang", hit a person's chin, and the person "whooped" a strange scream, was kicked by the ordinary, and flew out seven or eight feet away. The remaining six people saw that the situation was not good, and they all changed color, and the sword trick was collared, and at the same time, the sword slashed at him.

"It's too late!"

With a sneer, Ping Fan put his arms out, "bang" twice, and knocked the two white-clothed teenagers flying, and then, I saw his body vertical, pulled up Zhang Xu out of thin air, "snapped" twice, kicked the two white-clothed disciples in the back, and knocked the two out of succession. The remaining two put their hearts horizontally, pointed at the sword trick obliquely, and attacked the ordinary together. Ordinary hehe smiled, did not pursue, copied casually, grabbed the two flying swords that shot at him in his hands, and said lightly: "Are you convinced now?" The faces of the two people were like earth, where did they dare to answer?

Ping Fan snorted, casually thrust the two flying swords into the ground, and turned his head to look at Yun Lan'er. At a glance, I saw that Yun Lan'er had one enemy and eight enemies, and Wu had the strength to spare, and his hands were either patting or grabbing, or pointing or taking, and he actually grabbed the flying sword in the opponent's hand with ten green jade fingers. After taking a closer look, I saw that in her jade-like palm, there was a faint layer of green qi floating, like a pair of pale cyan transparent gloves, and she was not afraid of flying sword cutting. Ping Fan only glanced at it, and couldn't help but shake his head again and again, and said in his heart: "This Aunt Yun Lan'er is much more capable than you, if it weren't for her thinking of the same family, I'm afraid that if you admit defeat ten times more, you will definitely not be her opponent." ”

As soon as he thought about it, he saw Yun Lan'er's left hand raised, stretched out like lightning, and grabbed a flying sword with a "click". The white-robed young man's face changed, and he hurriedly grabbed it, but he didn't know that after transporting mana several times in a row, the flying sword was like being welded in the copper tripod anvil, and it didn't move at all. Seeing that the situation was not good, the other seven hurriedly fought their own flying swords, and stabbed at her in three ways: upper, middle and lower. Yun Lan'er frowned slightly, and with a flick of her robe sleeves, a stream of mana poured out of thin air, and Shengsheng stopped the remaining seven flying swords. Everyone was frightened, and suddenly heard Yun Lan'er shout: "Be careful!"

When the group was shocked, they saw Yun Lan'er's arm shrink, and a layer of purple qi suddenly floated on her face, and a strong and incomparable mana force forced towards the eight people. Seeing this, the faces of the eight people changed in unison, and they hurriedly used all their mana to meet the dark purple light with all their might.

"Broken!"

Yun Lan'er clasped her palms together and said in a coquettish voice.

As soon as the words fell, I only heard a loud sound of "Karara", as if at this moment, countless houses suddenly collapsed, and all eight swords in the air were broken. The flying swords of the eight people were destroyed, and they involuntarily took a few steps back, and their faces had turned pale. Yun Lan'er shook her head, ignored it, and with a pause on her left foot, a purple cloud quietly appeared, supported on the soles of the four people's feet, and was lightly waved by the sleeves of her robe, and Ran Ran rose into the air. Although everyone has the intention to stop it, who dares to come to die?

After about half an hour, the cloud road in front of me suddenly separated, revealing a towering and tall palace. The palace is majestic and brilliant, compared to Kunlun's elegance and simplicity, it really doesn't know how much brighter it is. At the entrance of the main hall, there is no empty figure, only above the main entrance, a gold lacquer plaque is hung, and the two big characters of "sword heart" are written on it. Yun Lan'er pressed the clouds, pushed open the door of the hall, and walked in first. Pingfan, Wan Jianyi, and Liu Qingyao followed.

As soon as he entered the hall, he felt a sudden cold around his body, and a cold air rushed towards him, Rao is four people had deep mana, but they were also a little unbearable, and they were forced by the cold air, and everyone couldn't help but shiver a few times.

When the cold air dissipated, the four of them suddenly found that not far in front of them, they had hummed a huge long sword more than ten zhang long and seven feet wide. The sword was swarthy, with no tip or edge, and from a distance, it looked like a heavy iron plate. Coincidentally, where the sick giant sword was located, it happened to seal the passage upstairs. When the four of them saw such a battle, they were all puzzled, thinking to themselves what was the purpose of placing such a giant sword here?

When Liu Qingyao saw this giant sword, she snorted, and said coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost, what are you doing?"

"Qing Yao, don't mess around, hurry"

Wan Jian didn't finish his words one by one, and suddenly heard Liu Qingyao snort, as if he was pushed violently by an invisible huge force, and involuntarily flew out upside down. Wan Jian was quick at a glance, and hurriedly grabbed it. Liu Qingyao turned her head and smiled reluctantly, and was about to tell herself that she was fine, but suddenly it was dark in front of her, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she was no longer conscious.

Seeing such a situation, Ping Fan's face couldn't help but change, and one of his right legs had already stepped out, but at this time, he took it back, and casually took out a healing pill from his arms and handed it over. Wan Jian thanked him one by one, fed Liu Qingyao the pill, and said in a low voice: "Brother Ping, this sword is a little weird, you have to be careful." Hearing this, Ping Fan nodded, took a breath, and slowly walked towards the black giant sword.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps

Ordinary people silently counted the steps in their hearts, and at the same time hid the Taiqing Spirit Treasure Talisman in their palms, and only waited for a while when the situation was not good, and then sacrificed this Spirit Talisman to meet the enemy!

Six, five, four

Closer, closer.

Ordinary walked slowly step by step, in the palm of his hand, he was already drenched in sweat, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that only his rapid heartbeat was left!

Three steps, two steps, one step!

Ping Fan slowly raised his right hand and pressed it towards the long sword!

Blessings and misfortunes, in one fell swoop!

The whole meditation room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

But—in the next moment, an unexpected scene suddenly happened!

Let's see—in the boundless darkness, a golden glow suddenly lit up, as if at this moment, it covered the entire heaven and earth world, and even wrapped him in it!

At the same time, there was a wonderful feeling of warmth spreading across his limbs!

The next moment - an old voice slowly came into his ears:

"Little doll, what's your name?"

Ordinary bowed down and said respectfully: "The junior is ordinary, but he is a true disciple of the Kunlun Sect. It is a blessing to see your predecessors today. I don't know what to call my predecessors?"

When the man heard this, he laughed and said, "Since you are a disciple of Kunlun, what are you doing in my Shushan?

Pingfan shook his head and replied: "No, no, no! The juniors stabbed here for a big secret, and they asked the seniors to give them a look." The man smiled when he heard this, and said coldly: "Tianda secret, what secrets do you know as a junior disciple?" Hearing his old-fashioned temperament, he obviously didn't take himself in his eyes at all, and couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and said without being humble or arrogant: "There is an old saying: 'If you don't cut properly, you won't eat, and if you don't sit at the table.'" 'How can you expect me to speak up if my predecessor is so rude?' the man was dumbfounded.

After a while, the man continued: "The little doll is not very good, but her mouth is very powerful. Well, if you will lend me a sword, I will come out to you. How?" Pingfan was stunned when he heard this, and before he could answer, he heard the man continue: "What? Since you have the courage to collide with me, don't you have the courage to lend me a sword?" Pingfan nodded and replied, "Okay, the junior agrees." The man smiled and said, "Good, good." Then you take the sword!"

Ping Fan nodded, slowly transported the mana into his palm, and said lightly: "In this way, I will ask my predecessors to teach me." With that, his feet were not bad, his left arm was raised high, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he put on a very strange posture. When Yun Lan'er and Wan Jian saw such a situation, they couldn't help but be worried and amused, and said in unison: "Silly boy, don't you retreat quickly, don't you want your life?"

"Good boy, don't be afraid of danger, you are worthy of being a Kunlun disciple, take the sword!"

As he spoke, a faint figure quietly emerged and was reflected on the wall of the main hall. When he looked at it, he saw that the man was wearing a green cloth robe, with a clear appearance, about sixty years old, with his hands cut back, smiling, and his demeanor looked very kind. When Yun Lan'er and Wan Jian saw that it was him, their faces couldn't help but change, and they hurriedly bowed down and said:

"Disciple to meet the real person in charge!"

"Daughter to meet Daddy!"

It turned out that this old man in the green robe was the master of Shushan Mountain, known as the first Yunju Venerable in the world of swordsmanship!

Venerable Yunju saw the two of them, waved his hand, and motioned for the two to get up. Yun Lan'er and Wan Jian stood up as soon as they thanked him, and stared at him with four eyes, their eyes full of admiration. Venerable Yunju smiled slightly and said, "Silly boy, take the sword!"

After speaking, I saw that he pointed at his hand, and the air flow in the air was windless and automatic, and in this instant, it was forcibly twisted into a small sword wire as long as an inch and as thin as a hair, and with a "snort", it stabbed at him head-on. Before the sword qi arrived, the strong wind was already overwhelming him.

At this moment, ordinary people only felt suffocated in their hearts, and at this moment, all retreats had been sealed by this sword!

This is a powerful sword in the sky and on the ground, like a unique one!

It is extremely strong, but it is light and fluttering without half a weight, like a drop of water, and like a piece of goose feathers, which can't set off half a wave!

But--ordinary only feels that the whole body and mind have fallen into deep fear!

Like a drowning person, he can't see the slightest light, and all life is extinguished at this moment!

Silence, nothingness!

In the endless void, there is only one thought left in the ordinary:

"Is it like to die like this? Death, what does it feel like?"

At this moment, in a short moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, time and space were frozen, everything seemed to fall silent, only this stubborn young man, standing alone in the dark, his clothes fluttering, his long hair fluttering, closed his eyes, and quietly sank into the darkness.

At this time, his face was serene, his breath was calm, except for the faint sadness in the corners of his eyes, the whole person seemed to have fallen into a permanent sleep, so calm that there was no wave!

Silence, silence!

A tear rolled through his eyes, slipped down his cheek, and with a "tick" sound, it dripped down.

It was a deep lake, calm without a trace of waves.

On the shore of the lake, there is a girl in white with bare feet, her eyebrows and eyes lowered, and her ten fingers plucked the strings, making a poignant tune!

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the woman in white raise her eyebrows slightly, move her lotus steps lightly, and sing in a low voice:

"A few chirps, and then a good rest.

Cherish the spring and choose the residual red fold, the rain is light and the wind is stormy, and the plum is green.

Yongfeng willow, no one ends the sun and snow.

Don't pluck the strings, complaining about the strings can be said.

The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable.

The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

After the night, the east window was not white, and the lone light was extinguished. ”

The low voice loves to play, a hundred turns and a thousand times, and later, the voice gradually gets lower and lower, and it is sad!

"Is that you?"

Ordinary smiled bitterly, and his heart was discouraged.

A heartbreak, and say goodbye!

~~~~ In that corner that no one knows, a fire dragon quietly emerged, as if sensing the danger of the master, "Kangang" let out a long hiss, jumped straight out of the ordinary vest, turned into a four-foot-long, red as blood fire sword, "suddenly", jumped into the ordinary palm!

The sword is like blood, and the sword is like a dragon!

"Huh?"

In the endless void, suddenly there was a soft sigh!

The next moment, I saw the ordinary body move, and a surging monstrous battle intent shot straight out of his eyes!

And his two eyeballs, at this moment, turned into a very strange blood-red color!

It's like a demonic body and a demon possessed by a god!

If you collapse without a fight and succumb to the pressure of the other party, then what qualifications do you have to experience the heavenly tribulation and cultivate the righteous path?

After a tribulation, it is a refining of the heart!

If the Dao heart is unstable and loses the original heart, then no matter how high the arithmetic power and skill are, what is the use?

Why don't I take today's sword fight as a tempering of my mind?

"Boom!"

Like a thunderclap piercing the night sky, there was a faint hint of enlightenment in his heart!

Ordinary people hold long swords and look up to the sky and roar!

The victory or defeat can be determined by the day, but the blood needs to be sprinkled quickly!

Ordinary sword and pinch.

A loud drink!

"Hurry!"

In the middle of the words, I saw a fiery red sword light shoot out, and with a violent momentum that is unstoppable and unstoppable, it fiercely meets the sword light!

"Good boy!"

Venerable Yunju nodded, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of approval!

The next moment - two swords, one red and one white, collided in the air, and a blazing light that shone on the heavens and the earth erupted!

Between heaven and earth, suddenly