On the wide ring, there were two figures facing each other a few feet apart. But I saw that one of them was as beautiful as a woman, and three points more beautiful than a woman. Looking at him dressed in white like snow, it is not eye-catching.

And he was also playing against a man. The sword eyebrows are starry, the wind god is like jade, and the shape is very chic.

Behind the man, who looked like a woman. Hula lined up a few rows of women in colorful costumes and screamed loudly:

"Brother Feng is mighty, invincible in the world!"

"Brother Feng will win!

And the man on the other side, his face was pale, and there were many disciples behind him, but he didn't expect it. How could the other party have such a strong women's cheering team.

The next moment, I only heard an old voice, suppressed all the voices around me, and said, "The Daosheng of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect is the legacy of Qitian Sumen Road, start now!"

There was silence in the arena for a moment, except for the faint sound of the wind blowing in the air.

Lu Yifeng stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the flickering lightning above the thunder pool of Kunlun Mountain in front of him and the endless and far-reaching distant mountains behind, and took a deep breath. Now standing in front of him is the disciple of the Ancient Sanqing Divine Sword Sect, and the victory or defeat of this battle is not only related to his own victory or defeat, but also related to the honor and disgrace of the sect. You can't afford to lose.

At the same time, what Heng Tianfeng Huangji met in another ring turned out to be Dugu Yue of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect. Such an arrangement is not just intentional or unintentional. The vast majority of the other competitions are the ancient three sects against the current three major sects. This is undoubtedly a great thing for the other sects, and the six major sects will win in the competition, and there will be some damage to them more or less. Undoubtedly, it will be of great benefit to yourself. But people don't say anything. It seems that there is a tacit understanding.

At the beginning of the competition, a breath of gunsmoke spread silently.

"Senior Brother Lu, please make a move!" Xi Daosheng reminded.

When Lu Yifeng heard this, he sighed secretly in his heart. "What should come will always come! Then his face turned whole, and he stretched out one palm: "Senior Brother Di, please!"

Saying that, Lu Yifeng made a gesture of please, Di Daosheng raised his eyebrows, and raised his right head. Gently pat forward. Look at his trick is understated and extremely casual.

The people around couldn't help but hesitate when they saw this. What kind of trick is this?

However, Lu Yifeng, who was in the field, felt an invisible wave of qi in front of him, covering a range of more than ten zhang around his body, as if a mountain had pushed it over. Lu Yifeng smiled slightly, but saw his graceful posture pulling out into the air.

Di Daosheng's inexplicable palm is powerful. The envelope is enormous. But the weakest point is precisely the sky. Because Di Daosheng and Lu Yifeng stand opposite each other. Although Di Dao's life push palm can take care of the front and back, it is extremely strict. It is precisely because of the excessive dispersion of power that there is no emptiness on the guide.

Lu Yifeng did not lower his hand, and saw the stakes at a glance, so he jumped into the air skillfully. Di Daosheng seems to be weak. In fact, there is a hidden killing trick to dodge. Everyone saw that he was slender, like a fairy soaring, like smoke and mist, and extremely soft and beautiful. This moment alone made most of the female disciples of the Moon Desolation present sigh to themselves.

At this moment, I heard a half-earth-shattering cry!

"Okay!" but the women's teams below shouted in unison. After they finished shouting, tears flowed from their eyes, and they muttered:

"Woooooooo

"Not only handsome!, but very handsome!"

"I can see Brother Feng's world-beating body, and I have no regrets when I die!"

This is undoubtedly one of the biggest highlights of this conference, only to see the two of Lu Yifeng and Di Daosheng in the ring. Insert the moves, and the fists and feet intersect. Dodge or dodge. But several times above the Banjie Mountain Square, the applause of all the rings added up was not as loud and neat as here.

Every movement of Lu Yifeng, every look of the eyes led to a throbbing below, and I don't know when. A good-looking man came to the crowd. Put a huge wooden frame diagonally to the front.

But on the wooden shelf was a flat bamboo board about a foot square, and a piece of rice paper was fixed around the bamboo board with thin bamboo strips. But I saw the man coming to the front, looking left and right, everyone was paying attention to the wonderful fight between the two in the ring, where did anyone pay attention to him.

Seeing this, the man smiled slightly. Suddenly, he took out the four treasures of the study from his arms. Pen, ink, paper, inkstone. I put it at the foot. Then he picked out a wolf's small arm and pinched it in his hand. Dip it on the inkstone below, and then look at the ring.

I saw that on the ring, Di Daosheng had sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and his cultivation was extremely high, and a faint white light rose from his body at some point, which made him as majestic as a divine soldier descending from the sky. Between the swings of the palms and feet, the wind is as awe-inspiring as iron. Sure enough, he is worthy of being the descendant of the ancient sect of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect.

On the other hand, the road relics on the side, under the crazy offensive of Di Daosheng, flashed and moved, and the advance and retreat were well-founded. But they are not defeated. The road relics look relaxed and freehand. But who can understand his fears. Up to now, Di Daosheng still hasn't used the supreme divine sword technique of this sect, and Lu Yifeng has been enduring it, waiting for an opportunity.

What he didn't expect was that although Di Daosheng didn't use the Supreme Law of his own sect, his skills were soaring step by step, and his momentum was also increasing little by little, and Lu Yifeng had clearly felt the severity of the matter.

Although the two did not have substantial contact. However, from the middle lane of the palm dismantling move, he felt that Di Daosheng's body was strong, and it was definitely not under him.

What's more, it's a little deeper than himself.

If that's the case, then will Di Daosheng still have a chance to win when he performs the legendary Supreme Divine Sword Technique?

The three major schools of antiquity have emerged after being silent for 10,000 years, and their prestige is still there. The cultivation of the disciples is even higher. In this way, where should today's righteous and famous families be located?

"Remnant wind!"

"The disciple is here!"

"If you meet the master of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect to perform the supreme body, listen to the teacher, admit defeat!" Su Chenghai's serious voice rang in his ears.

"Master, me?" Although Lu Yifeng didn't have full confidence in his cultivation, he also had eight or nine points, but when he heard Master say this, he couldn't help but feel dark in his heart.

"Hey, I have only seen you in my life, and I am extremely pleased to have a disciple like you. However, the legendary Supreme Divine Sword Technique of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect is the only supreme magic in the world that has touched the edge of the true immortal god's technique. Our Qitian Sumen's way of sitting and forgetting heaven cannot be compared?"

"Master, this?" Lu Yifeng didn't believe his ears a little, what kind of technique was the Supreme Divine Sword Technique?

But Su Chenghai didn't wait for his answer. Just tell him to remember and turn away.

At the beginning of this semi-match, he met a disciple of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect, and in the eyes of others, he might lament his bad fate, but Lu Yifeng had a faint sense of excitement in his heart.

The legendary Sanqing Divine Sword Gate... Supreme Divine Sword Technique, how deep is it?

Lu Yifeng had been waiting for the appearance of the Supreme Divine Sword Technique for a long time, but seeing Di Daosheng's momentum that was now skyrocketing wildly. Lu Yifeng knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

But at this time, his figure flashed and dodged the mountain fist shadow of Di Daosheng who was facing him, and then saw a ray of light appear on his body, which suddenly turned into a huge and incoherent white light shield, wrapping the road and rushing forward like a fly. This was the first frontal attack on the defensive.

Suddenly there was a sky-shattering cheer from below!

"Brother Feng is fighting back".

"Oh yes, obediently Rigrondi!"

Not to mention the disputes in the ring, all the female officials present have already fallen into a state of madness. And in front of the crowd, the man, was looking up at the ring. There was a twinkle in his eyes. Then he bowed his head suddenly. Move the pen like flying!

It was drawn on rice paper in front of him. I saw him scribbling on the paper, and it looked like a mess of grass from a distance. Some people around him laughed and said, "Haha, I thought he was a painter!"

"What do you mean by a painter?" asked another.

"A person who only knows how to scribble."

When they heard this, they didn't find it amused, and they burst out laughing. But their voices were only a handful compared to the shouts and cheers around them.

The painter in front of him was completely oblivious to the ridicule and earth-shattering shouts. Concentrate on the spirit, lift the pen like electricity, drop the pen like thunder, the pen is sharp, or soft, or sideways, or straight.

On the rice paper in front of him, the messy strokes are also undergoing subtle changes. Gradually, white clouds and clear skies appeared. Distant mountains stand quietly in the wind.

However, I saw two people fighting in a ring.

Two of them were ethereal and light, and the other was as sharp as a knife. Among them, the facial expressions of the characters' eyebrows, the folds of their clothes, and even the faint white light around the bodies of the two people, as well as the invisible energy when they fight, are all as real as they are. There are countless shouts drawn under the ring, including those who are talking.

If the two people in the ring are real, then now this picture scroll painted by this man. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a mirror, because what happens on a piece of paper here is no different from that in the ring.

Who would have thought that painting could reach such a state.

But there is such a villain in front of him, doing this qiē silently. But I saw the man, and finished drawing. Then he tore it off and threw it on the ground. I continued to draw on the next piece of rice paper.

In this way, after a while, I don't know how many picture scrolls were scattered on the ground. But no one noticed that the people in front of them had already gone crazy. All they saw was above the ring, with swords and fierce battles.

Finally, after the last painting of the man, he threw his pen and laughed away, and no one on the left and right cared about the shocking picture scroll after he left.

But he saw that on the ring, the white light in Lu Yifeng's hand flashed, sending out a palm shadow the size of a futon. Shoot Di Daosheng on the chest. Di Daosheng snorted coldly, and secretly sneered: "When you hum! Finally, I can't hold it back!" But Di Daosheng's figure is still the same, and he actually sees Lu Yifeng's palm shadow as if it is nothing, and when Lu Yifeng's palm shadow is three feet away from Di Daosheng's body, he suddenly hit an inexplicable halo, and then disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, Lu Yifeng was shocked in his heart, although he slapped it lightly, but the power contained in it must not be ignored. I didn't expect to be dissolved so lightly by Di Daosheng.

Di Daosheng had a smile on his face, seeing Lu Yifeng's surprised appearance, he was secretly happy in his heart, and he was crazy on the surface, but in fact, he had already been disturbed by the earth-shattering cheers below, especially the shouts of many women. What's more, those cheers are not for themselves at all. If it weren't for the master's instructions before going on the field: This thaumaturgy is rare in the world, and I don't know how many left side doors have been watching for a long time, so it must not be performed lightly until the critical moment.

Even at the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, it is necessary to be cautious. If it weren't for this, Di Daosheng would have already used the Supreme Divine Sword Technique and forced Lu Yifeng to step down. Where can those who don't know anything inside the story be allowed to make noise in their ears.

said that it was too late and that was fast, "Lier rose up in the air, without any fancy two palms pushed forward, and the two sleeves were in the middle of the waves" rolling like waves, not yet close, and a force of vigor had already rushed to the face.

Lu Yifeng was dark in his heart, and he didn't dare to be careless. The dodge that has been all the time finally made him can't help but have the heart to win, silently move the master's method, sit in the body and forget the heavenly dao and run wildly, a strong energy rises from the sea of qi, and the arms of gong xing come out.

Next. I only heard two loud bangs, as if two earth-shattering thunderbolts were ringing above everyone's heads. The shock made the top of people's heads tingle. A blazing light appeared silently when the palms of the two men intersected, as if everything in heaven and earth lost their color in an instant, and they all became shiny, white and even blurred.

At this moment, everyone seemed to lose their vision.

With the sound of thunder, it spread far away. Echoes spread in all directions.

No one thought that the two people you were chasing and hiding would suddenly collide so strongly.

When everyone gradually regained their vision and saw the things around them. But he saw the ring high in the air. It shows the figure of the road left in white clothes like snow. I saw my hands behind my back, standing in the wind, and there was an indescribable chic.

And Di Daosheng, who was not far from him, tried to calm down his face. A burst of red and a burst of white, obviously suffering a dark loss in the confrontation just now.

No one knows except the two in the field.

Lu Yifeng was in the palm of Dancai's hand, and he almost used nearly nine successes, and his move greatly violated the convention. Ordinary people's fights are two- or three-layer skills at the beginning, and even if the two sides are much different, it will not cause substantial damage. But in Liu Cai's blow, Lu Yifeng deliberately violated the rules, and those two seemingly random cards condensed his nearly ten successes. Even if Di Daosheng is a genius. It is not slightly inferior to the road relics, and even surpasses it.

But when the two palms intersected, Di Daosheng suddenly realized that the situation was not good, but it was too late, and he had already lost the lead. In the end, although the strength of the gathering power is resisted. But I still suffered a dark loss.

Everyone in the audience was not stupid, and when they saw the scene in the field, they didn't know that Di Daosheng had lost the upper hand in the battle just now.

Suddenly, Brother Feng's fan team,

It's crazy. Moon Wilderness Virgin * Female Appraisal Team,

It boiled.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, Brother Feng, Brother Feng, Brother Feng, Brother Feng, Brother Feng, must win!"

"Wowhaha! The one on the other side doesn't know whether to live or die, oh, I'm sorry, what's your name. Hey, what are you still holding back? Hurry up and vomit blood and retreat!"

"yes. Haha!"

"The spider shakes the tree, it's ridiculous!"

The saddest thing is that these voices are all from the mouths of women.

Di Daosheng was already fluctuating in his blood because of the fight just now, and when he heard the cries from the audience, he even Yushu was in the wind, suave, debauched, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his nose was like a gall. His own name, whose eyes were like stars and his face was as white as jade, did not remember.

Woe!

The annoying laughter that followed was overwhelming. Di Daosheng had the intention to eat those women with chests and brains, but he clearly knew the consequences of doing so.

At that moment, a voice of support suddenly came from behind him. I only heard that the voice was even soft, it was the voice of the youngest junior brother in the door: "Senior Brother Ye is mighty!

Di Daosheng didn't listen to it, and after hearing it, he only felt five thunders!

The people on the other side supported Lu Yifeng, and that dead shemale was just that. Why did the little junior disciples in his own door also "defect" at such a critical moment? He squinted his eyes. But seeing that his little junior brother was looking at a rather beautiful young woman in the women's team opposite, with a blushing face.

"Wow!" Di Daosheng couldn't stand it anymore. A mouthful of blood spurted out!

"Wow-ha-ha! vomit blood! Applause!"

This competition is really messy, where is there any reason to see others vomiting blood and applauding? And Di Daosheng lived up to expectations, spitting three times in a row. Large patches of blood were like a blowout.

At this moment, the people of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect who were standing under the stage and watching also began to exclaim. The disciple who shouted the loudest just now even lost his voice and said, "Yamai Saucer." Senior Brother Di, quickly withdraw!" After he finished speaking, he was dragged to death by the very same senior brother as a dog, and was pulled to the back, and the specific situation was unpredictable to outsiders.

But seeing that a trace of blood was still left in the corner of his mouth, the whole person seemed to calm down, without the slightest fluctuation:

"Senior Brother Lu is good at cultivating! Good at cultivating! Hmph!"

Lu Yifeng didn't speak, and on the hands on his back, the beating white light trembled slightly, as if he felt something! I saw that after Di Daosheng finished speaking, his hands were clasped together, his index fingers were standing together, and there were words in his mouth. A white light spiraled from his feet, rising like a dragon, and finally came to his head and spun endlessly.

Then I only heard the sound of the dragon chanting and the phoenix chirping, which resounded through the sky. I don't know when a huge strange-shaped ancient sword has fallen into Di Daosheng's palm.

The colorful beads on the sword body are scorching, the Jiuhua jade is shining, and the ancient sword is like frost and snow. A thin layer of mist erupted from the tip of the sword. There is a three-foot distance and a wonderful spoon end. Pour the past over the present!

I saw Di Daosheng holding a sword in both hands, and said in a low voice: "Baihong Sword, the sword is nine feet nine feet and nine points long." It is nine inches and nine centimeters wide and weighs ninety-nine pounds and nine hundred and twenty-nine cents. With this sword, you can transcend the two levels and perform the Supreme Divine Sword Technique, and the profound magic is decided!

Let's take it!

Supreme Leapfrog Swordsmanship

... Pole 7 True Swordsmanship!"