The rain was slashed into a narrow arc by the sword that was swung, blasting a large cloud of white mist in the air, and the raindrops that had no time to dodge were directly shattered.

Qiye's posture of turning around and swinging his sword faintly coincided with the gentleman's wind sword slashing the peak of no return three years ago. But this time, what he wants to kill is not the peak of no return, but the high pavilion.

It is easier to cut off the high pavilion than to split the peak of no return, and it is not difficult for the seven nights after the kendo is refined.

The difficulty is that it dares to swing this sword, what it wants to cut off is not only Gaoge, but also its own back road, and there is no way back if the back road is cut off.

The powerful sword aura brought out by the Remnant Star Sword, the clouds of white mist that exploded in the air were practiced, and the panicked crowd on the high pavilion added a bit of color to this landscape painting.

Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie's words of advice had not yet been spoken, and they were even thinking about how to use more clever words.

The assigned Sword Saint Sect law enforcement guards had not yet stood around the guillotine, because the Ye family had not yet been escorted out.

No matter from any point of view, this is not the best time to make a move, but it is just abrupt that Qiye chooses to shoot now.

The high pavilion was shrouded in wind and rain, and because of the sword qi, this area seemed to be accidentally dripped by the painter, becoming the heaviest place for ink, and the rain was even heavier.

"Ignorant and fearless, self-defeating. Jian Fengxue's face was cold, he didn't expect that Qiye would choose to make a move at this moment, but his comment on Qiye was still these eight words.

Qiye knew that he was slashing the pavilion, because the sword sealed snow was at the top of the pavilion, and he just showed an attitude, an attitude that he was not afraid of a battle.

The long sword beside Jian Fengxue was in the sheath, feeling the burst of instantaneous sword qi, shaking violently, his palm gently slapped the hilt of the sword, and the entire unsheathed sword was flipped in the air to complete a circle, and then his fingers clicked again.

"Surprised!"

With a roar, the wind and rain were stirred, and the unsheathed sword that tore off the curtain met the sword light.

The blow that Qiye swung out, and the shot that Jian Fengxue pointed out, collided in mid-air, and the white mist that exploded shattered again, and the narrow sword qi was offset and suppressed, and all the colors of the entire sky seemed to be condensed here.

A dull sound sounded on the guillotine, and the long sword of the sword that sealed the snow was inserted into the field, less than five inches in front of Qiye, and it was unspeakably heavy.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning lit up the expressions of everyone around them, panicked or incredulous, pale or worried, and they felt that the storm had suddenly become a little cold.

The mountain rain was originally cold, but now it is falling, and it is even more biting.

No one saw how Jian Fengxue appeared on the guillotine, in front of the long sword he had pointed out earlier, and opposite him was Qiye.

The momentum was so powerful that even the rain could not fall on him, and with one hand pressed on the end of the hilt of the sword, the sword sealed snow became the highest mountain, which could not be shaken.

"I was going to watch some funny shows, but I didn't think you were stupid. No, you're still stupid, and if it were me, I wouldn't have chosen to be here. ”

"That's the difference between me and you. Qiye sneered, even if it was an unshakable terrifying behemoth in front of him, the remnant star in his hand was held very steadily, and he did not tremble at all.

Jian Fengxue's interest was very high, and he was not angry because of the provocation that Qiye slashed out, but was a little happy.

Qiye's initiative to appear, he and Jian Mantian talked lightly, but it was actually the most important part of the demon suppression conference.

If the Sword Saint Sect wants to sit firmly in the first place on the righteous path, the residual power of the Sword Immortal Hall must be completely eliminated, and Qiye, as a personal disciple of Junzifeng, was corrected on the spot at the Demon Suppression Conference, which is an excellent way to think of it.

Demon Suppression Conference, this name has been more than just the Ye family from the beginning.

"So I'm the Sect Master of the Sword Saint Sect, and you can only become a poor sword cultivator who has deviated from the righteous path and turned to the demon path, and is about to be beheaded by me on the guillotine. ”

Qiye pursed his lips, he didn't refute Jian Fengxue's words, it was his sword path to his heart, but it was not a means for him to survive, this demon slaying conference might be the last journey in his life.

In the game of chess, it is often a mistake to lose the whole game, and every chess player understands this truth, so play carefully.

But life is not a game of chess, fate is the one who really holds the son, so the appearance of Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie has become a variable in the action of Seven Nights.

The sword intent is aroused, which means that the hiding is discovered, Jian Fengxue is not an idiot, his perception has been shrouding the field, and he is as patient as an old hunter.

"But at least we had to fight, didn't we?" said quietly as the rain soaked the white robe of Seven Nights, and his sleeves became heavy from the soaking wet.

One is the sect master of the Sword Saint Sect, a veteran sword cultivator of the Great Sword Immortal Cultivator, and the other is a disciple of the Sword Immortal Palace, a new genius of the Sword Immortal Cultivator.

Because of the difference in pursuit, fate finally let them face off at this moment, but the fact that the victory or defeat is clear at a glance has made many people lose interest.

Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie understood, they understood it after they came out of the sword in the seventh night, they understood a lot, and their feelings became complicated.

They hadn't seen the sword of the seven nights, but that feeling had been heard from the head of their own family, it was the sword cultivator who had stood at the forefront of the younger generation of the righteous path, Ye Qi, a disciple of the Sword Immortal Palace. They even realized that it was their blind pursuit of war that made the other party expose their sword intent.

If it hadn't been for that battle, maybe Sword Sealing Snow wouldn't have been lured out so early, and Seven Nights' situation would have been better.

The rain has been falling, the chopping flag is still fluttering, the rain is along everything that can be attached, gradually sliding down to the ground to converge, there is rain on the sword held by the sword sealing snow, and there are raindrops on the tip of the remnant star sword held by Qiye.

Jian Fengxue didn't make a move, but let out a long sigh, and said in a rather sincere tone: "If you are a disciple of my Sword Saint Sect, how good it would be." ”

Qiye's eyes drooped low, to prevent the rain from entering his eyes and distracting his vision, his tone was ancient, but he tightened the remnant star that was already clenched tightly in his hand and said, "Then you can't teach me like this." ”

Yes, if it is taught by Jian Fengxue, no matter how good the talent is, it will only be the second Jianchen who will be taught.

To cultivate and practice swords, the master and the disciple are equally important, one is the guide, and the other is the mountaineer.

Jian Fengxue's face was slightly gloomy, Qiye's words were very direct and cold, but he couldn't say that he was talking nonsense. Originally, it was just to strangle such a genius and express some remaining kindness, but the other party obviously didn't want to accept this feeling.

"You two are the children of this generation of the Gu family and the Yun family, it's good, let's retreat. ”

Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie chuckled in their hearts, and the Sword Saint Sect Sect Master spoke, which meant that the verdict on Qiye was about to begin.

Their heads bowed slightly, and then stubbornly raised, and they stood in the position of about Qiye, and did not move for a while.

"This is my matter with the Sword Saint Sect, and it has nothing to do with you. Qiye frowned, he didn't understand why Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie did this, could it be that they also wanted to start a war with Jian Fengxue? That didn't make sense at all.

Three years ago, Xiao Penglai was also oppressed by Jian Fengxue, and at that time, he still had Duanmu Qiu by his side, as well as Feng Xiaozao and Han Xianzi.

But all of them, for their own reasons, did not stand by their side.

Today, three years later, at the Demon Suppression Conference, still facing Jian Fengxue's terrifying cultivation, Qiye thought that he was still alone.

"I've always wondered how powerful the strongest sword cultivator in the righteous path is. Gu Xihan's hoarse voice sounded, his eyes were like fierce beasts, and the blue clouds did not even touch the rain on the heavenly sword.

"I also want to see how far my swordsmanship has been. Yun Qianlie was full of fighting intent, and in this cold mountain rain, he turned into a fire that stretched over the mountains, wanting to burn.

Jian Fengxue was surprised, he knew that these three people had never crossed paths before, could it be that they had established a friendship with each other just because of the competition in the ring?

Don't they know that what they are facing in the seventh night today will be a mortal situation, whether this is righteous anger or stupidity.

"Shun Xin is just the way of the sword that has been eliminated, in this world, how many people can really do it? Even if it is as strong as the Demon Emperor Hao Cang, he has chosen to compromise, do you really think that Shun Xin is the king?"

Jian Fengxue scolded the two, they are both the younger generation who are about to fall under his command, and after Jian Chen was ambushed by the abolition of the seven nights, they will be the strongest sword cultivators of the new generation. The hatred between Qiye and the Sword Saint Sect could not be resolved, and Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie were different.

They are all just teenagers, and everyone has a young age, and Jian Fengxue wants to leave them a chance.

Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie were silent, as Jian Fengxue said, there are very few people in this world who can do what they want, and even the powerhouses who seem to be at the top have to choose to compromise.

However, for some reason, when they saw the back of the seven nights after the heart, and after seeing the sword that was the heart, they were attracted to yearn for it.

This is sword cultivation, this is the way of the sword, this is the practice of the heart, and it is what they desire.

So they stood up, obeyed their wishes, and went to face the strongest sword cultivator in the righteous path, Sword Saint Sect Master Jian Fengxue.

The landscape painting scroll outlined by fate has been unfolded, the first picture of the faint mountain showers has become a book, and the second painting of the three swords has begun to be painted, the remnant star sword, the blue cloud sword, and the thousand fierce sword, to fight against the earth-shattering sword.

A sword that shocks the sky, a move to seal the snow, and a sword-shattering sword that seals the snow, this is a nickname he has never mentioned.

Four sword momentum rose from the field, like four huge root pillars from the ground into the sky, and everyone proved their decision with their actions.

Jian Fengxue stopped talking, his sky-shattering sword was under his hand, and the sword that broke through the air just now and made a "startling" sound, it was a spiritual treasure second only to the Junzi Feng Xingxing Qingfeng Sword, and it was a real heaven-shattering sword.

Qiye hadn't fought with Jian Fengxue, and the gap between them was too big when they first met, and although the distance was shortened this time, it still existed.

No one has ever seen the sword seal snow out of the sword, his earth-shattering divine sword is still in the sheath, if you can't see the sword, you can't know his depth, you can't understand how much difference there is between them.

Gu Xihan was the first to stand up, the blue clouds in his hand were already eager to try, and he wanted to give it a try for Qiye first.