For some reason, it's on the sea not far ahead. There are boundless white clouds floating one after another. The slight oblique exposure of the distant mountains is like a fairyland.

But in the midst of the mountains, a colorful light suddenly rose, reaching straight into the sky.

When I looked closer, I saw a high mountain standing among the boundless white clouds and green water.

The mountains are green and green, and the strange mountains are endless. But at the top of a high wind, there is a huge platform of nearly 100 acres in the middle, and people are crowded around. A huge pillar of light several feet thick emitted from a huge rough stone behind the venue, shining on the faces of the surrounding people, a beautiful color.

In front of the rough stone were two people sitting on top of it. The left is a middle-aged man, and the right is a balding old man. Beside the old man stood a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful appearance and a mouth. The small mole makes her extremely delicate.

Looking at her, she should be a rather lively and lovely girl, and for some reason, her face is full of solemnity. It seems to be waiting for it. A little nervously waiting for something.

The middle-aged man in his left hand bowed his head, and sat a tall old man with a face like iron looking coldly ahead. Behind him stood a red-haired man dressed in purple. The appearance is handsome and beautiful. It's just that ten nails on his slender palms are long, pointed, and red as blood, which makes people feel a little weird. This man looked around, as if he was looking for someone in the crowd.

At this time, I only heard him whisper to the old man in front of him: "Elder Jane, will Senior Sister be it?"

Jian Buyi shook his head, looked ahead and said, "Ichiro." Sa'er is a child who understands the general body, and she will definitely come!"

Directly in front of Elder Jian, that is, under the bald old man on the right, sat a child who was about a teenager, it was Yin Naqi, the immortal demon boy of Xilai Island, who was also wearing a purple robe, and looked at the people on Dongpeng Island opposite with a sneer.

Further ahead, there was a circle of black-pressed disciples. Someone couldn't help but point to it, and the pretty girl was talking about something.

But when the girl saw that everyone was pointing and poking, or because of her age, her heart was pounding, and her little face turned red, and she whispered to the old man: "Master, why are there so many people?"

Meng Yun smiled when he heard this, and said, "Ling'er, why are you afraid?" said the old man and looked at the girl in front of him meaningfully. That girl was the eccentric Leng Xiang Ling. On weekdays, he is on Xilai Island, but he is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and today is the period when the Xuannu seizes the saint. Although he usually runs rampant on Xilai Island, today is the first time to see so many strange disciples on Dongpeng Island. It's inevitable that I am a little scared.

But when he heard the master's Jiang Qi, he put his small chest and raised his little face and said, "Who, who is afraid." Hmph, I won't lose anyway," she said very softly at the end, as if she thought of something, and the roots of her ears turned slightly red.

Meng Yun saw Leng Xiangling, he was very impulsive at first, but finally lost his strength. I couldn't help but laugh. patted Leng Xiangling on the shoulder and comforted: "Ling'er is not afraid, it's good if you're not afraid." I don't blame you for losing, Master!" he said this, but there was a sigh in his heart: "Yijiazi, another Jiazi." Could it be that the Yunxian Secret Realm is like this with our Xilai Island?"

But at this moment, Leng Xiangling heard the master say that he would lose, and immediately pouted, shook Meng Yun's big hand and said, "Who said I lost, who said I lost, how could I lose?"

Meng Yun hurriedly said, "Okay, good, I won't lose." It's not going to lose, okay!"

Leng Xiangling saw that the master had admitted defeat, and his eyebrows suddenly danced proudly, and the tense color just now disappeared without a trace, and said, "It's almost the same!" I didn't know what to think, and suddenly laughed.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Meng, this Ling'er nephew is really innocent and cute. But it was the middle-aged man sitting with Meng Yun on one side who said.

Leng Xiangling heard the middle-aged man's praise, and did not speak sweetly in his heart.

When Meng Yun heard this, he smiled slightly and said, "Ling'er is young and ignorant. It made Senior Brother Zuo laugh. ”

The owner of Dongpeng Island, the common family name is Zuo, and the name is Qianshan. It is also one of the powerful figures in Penglai Immortal Pavilion second only to the owner of Penglai Pavilion.

At this moment, I saw an old man walk to the high platform, raise his hands, and everyone fell silent. I saw the old man say in a long voice: "Since Penglai opened the faction, there have been many talents, and his reputation has been growing. In this way, I Penglai has become one of the most important forces in the cultivation of the Moon Desolation. For thousands of years. The holy women in our Penglai Immortal Pavilion are extremely high, and they are rare in the world. In several crises of the righteous path in the world and the critical moments of the sect, they all stepped forward. Turning the tide is imminent. Respect and respect for all major decencies. ”

The old man's voice was like a bell, and his breath was endless. There are many disciples around this hundred-acre high platform, and each disciple is far from the old man. But the old man's anger did not grow, his face did not change, and every disciple seemed to feel that the old man was talking to himself.

Zuo Qianshan looked at the old man talking in the ring. smiled and said: "Senior Nephew Chen has made rapid progress, the last time I saw him was a Jiazi ago. Hehe, at that time, I didn't have as much skill as I do now. ”

These words were obviously said to Meng Yun, who looked ahead when he heard this.

At this time, he only listened to the old man on the high platform, and finally said: "Then I announce that the Xuannu will win the holy competition, and now I will start !!!."

Then I saw a purple figure on the edge of the high platform, lightly touched, and then fell lightly to the ground like a milk swallow throwing into the forest. This set of movements is smooth and smooth.

The crowd below suddenly shouted. The word "good"!

When I looked at it in a hurry, I saw a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old on the stage, wearing a purple robe, which had a fresh taste on her body.

I couldn't help but shout "Good, good!"

But when he saw that no one responded, he suddenly became smaller. Laughing.

"Don't make a noise!" I saw a tall old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, quite majestic. The crowd looked at Deng and whispered. It turned out to be Yunxian Island, and it was also one of the law enforcement elders of Penglai Immortal Pavilion's competition. When the old man saw that everyone was quiet, he said in a loud voice: "Where is the left shadow yarn on Donglai Island?

When the old man said this, he looked at the people on Zuo Qianshan's side, and the disciples on the side of Xilai Island suddenly started to coax, "Yes, why haven't you come yet." Are you afraid of losing!!"

Leng Xiangling stood on the stage, still a little nervous, and when he saw that Zuo Yingsha had not come, the morale of his Xilai Island was so high, and his waist suddenly straightened. I felt a little proud in my heart.

"Master" Yagyu Ichiro walked behind Zuo Qianshan and said, he still wanted to say something.

But he was stopped by Zuo Qianshan waving his hand. Ichiro Yanagi looked up and couldn't help but look happy.

I saw a cyan light in the distant sky, flickering in the distance, and then disappearing. Training only Dan high platform point Bu, green only debuted slender and tall beautiful body chewing,

I saw that she was carrying a cyan sword on her back, shining brightly, and her beautiful face was slightly pale.

But it's not who is Zuo Yingsha.

Judging from the way she appeared just now, her cultivation was much higher than Leng Xiangling. When everyone saw Zuo Yingsha's face, they couldn't help but boo.

Talking about it,

"Hey, the gap is too big"

"yes!"

"No suspense!"

"Not exciting at all!..."

But after Meng Yun heard the discussion of those disciples, his face sank as iron, and he shouted loudly.

On the side, Zuo Qianrang smiled slightly, and the light in his eyes flashed.

"Disciple Zuo Yingsha, one step too late. Please Master, Master, all the elders to surrender!" he said to get down on one knee.

But I saw that the old man who enforced the law just now waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's start the competition!"

The chatter below finally quieted down.

Leng Xiangling was already holding the Haoyue double dagger in his hand. Embattled. Hearing everyone's talk just now made her heart, which was still extremely flying just now, sink to the bottom.

I secretly said in my heart: "I must win." Win no matter what!" Finally, Zuo Yingsha turned around and saluted Leng Xiangling, "Senior Sister Ling'er, let's start." ”

Leng Xiangling heard this, but did not answer. Cold and snorted. The bright moon and double daggers in his hand are like geese flying south. With two white rays of light, he leaped forward. The double dagger crossed the left shadow veil and shaved off the top of the head.

The left shadow yarn pinched and scraped with his hand, and put it on his chest, and his body retreated silently. Dodged the light of the Leng Xiang Ling God Dagger, and then flew high, slapped his right hand forward, and went straight to the top of Leng Xiang Ling's head.

Leng Xiangling's body was forward, his head was down, and a somersault was turned over, and it was the momentum of his head and feet, and he raised his right foot to meet the palm of the left shadow yarn.

Just listen to the bang!

Clapping hands and feet. As soon as the two of them got together, they didn't exert any force, they just tested each other.

Leng Xiangling's delicate body retreated a few feet and fell to the ground. See the left shadow yarn standing high in the air. Smile. The Qingxia sword behind it has not yet been unsheathed.

Leng Xiangling snorted coldly and inserted Haoyue's double dagger into her waist. Then I saw her rubbing her hands together, the light on her body flickered, and she disappeared in place, and the next moment she silently appeared above the top of Zuo Yingsha's head.

It is quite similar to the body style when the left shadow yarn came.

The next moment, Leng Xiangling stretched his arms and waist. Raise the tip of your right elbow and poke it at the left shadow yarn's head. The elbow is the hardest part of the human body, even if the left shadow yarn cultivation is higher than Leng Xiangling, if she is hit by it, it will break the head and bleed.

But I saw that the left shadow yarn was like an eye behind the ear, and one palm dragged upward, and a cyan light appeared in the palm of the palm. Leng Xiangling's elbow slammed down on it, and the cyan halo rippled slightly, completely reducing Leng Xiangling's absolute strength.

Leng Xiangling's face was expressionless, and in the moment of lightning, his elbow was blocked, his left leg was bent below, and his knee was on top. This qiē change is all in an instant. Although the cultivation of the left shadow yarn is high, he did not expect that Leng Xiangling's set of hands and legs echoed so quickly. And now she turned around and couldn't stop it.

Seeing that Leng Xiangling's knee was about to hit the back of the left shadow yarn, when the lightning was shining, the purple robe on the left shadow yarn applauded, and a layer of blue light flashed. Just listen to the "pop" Leng Xiangling's knees like a middle entity. Left Shadow Sha's body shook. Fly forward.

Leng Xiangling got in the way with a blow, how could he give up so lightly. With a coquettish sound, he stepped up, like a shadow, and followed behind the left shadow yarn. The palms and fists came out together, dense as rain.

In the blink of an eye, Zuo Yingsha was forced to retreat violently by her, and the two almost flew out of the ring.

Seeing this, Zuo Qianshan was shocked. Carefully looking at the unpredictable, strange figure of Leng Xiangling in the air, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, he sneered: "Senior Brother Meng, you are really willing." The eighteen scattered hands of the clothes have been passed on to Ling'er's nephew!!"

When Meng Yun heard this, he smiled and said: "No way, Ling'er, this kid, is talented and smart, and she doesn't like much of the Dao Method." I passed on some of my clumsy skills from the past to her. ”

Left Qianshan cold. With a sigh, he secretly said, "Clumsy skills?"

This eighteen loose hands is one of Meng Yun's famous skills, as long as the gap in cultivation is not very big. It is very difficult to get rid of it. The most important set of techniques is that it does not consume the true power in the body at all, and it can be performed completely by relying on physical techniques.

Meng Yun's original plan was to consume his own strength. Directly raise the cultivation of the cold incense spirit to the realm of the ninth scene of the Xuannu Sutra. How do you know how to talk to Leng Xiangling. was rejected by the competitive Leng Xiangling. That's why I passed on this set of close-quarters play.

This minimizes the gap between the two

In the Moon Desolation Cultivation, it has always been a dual cultivation of the Dao body. When the two sides fight. Not until the last minute. No one will use magic weapons to combine real power to fight, because that will inevitably cause damage to the true element. And he has always regarded his magic weapon as his life, and he uses it to fight at every turn.

Once the magic weapon is broken, it will be greatly detrimental to one's own cultivation.

And the fight between the two sides is nothing more than killing people in the end. Do you have to use magic weapons to kill people to call it ability?

Leng Xiangling is extremely talented, and this eighteen loose hands seem to be tailor-made for her, and as soon as she shows her talents, she firmly has the upper hand.

Although Zuo Yingsha's cultivation is high, he was chased by Leng Xiangling, and he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword, and he was secretly anxious in his heart.

When Leng Xiangling was pursuing, he peeked into the distance from time to time, but saw the master nodding and smiling. I felt infinite joy in my heart. Then I was refreshed. The figure changed like electricity, wrapping around the left shadow yarn.

Listening to the continuous crackling sound, Zuo Yingsha was tired of coping with Leng Xiangling's tight close-fitting short fight, and retreated again and again.

Leng Xiangling said secretly: "Hmph, what is the ninth scene, I let you use the real power, see what you do?" Hehe, wait a while, you won't have the strength." It's just that I won!!" Leng Xiangling thought like this, and suddenly remembered that in the hands of the eighteen scattered clothes, there was a mastery.

It didn't go through the brain, and the body moved naturally. but saw her beautiful left leg. Spin in the air. Like a round iron whip, it is drawn to the waist of the left shadow yarn.

As soon as she made this move, Meng Yun's face changed greatly, and she said secretly: "Ling'er is really too young, this is eighteen clothes and scattered hands, the important thing is to hang the other party." And Ling'er's whip leg. It's the last killer move. If the opponent is exhausted, use this move to pass, and even if the opponent blocks it, he will be affected by the huge force on his legs. Pumping out of breath. But if you use this move too early, even if the opponent is hit, the enemy has already escaped from your attack range after the move. With vigilance, the possibility of this stained eighteen scattered hands being used again is much smaller. This, in turn, provides an opportunity for the enemy to counterattack. ”

But where did Leng Xiangling think of so much, the left shadow saw the leg shadow "fork can be dodged." Raising the double temple curtain in front of him, he only heard a huge force coming from his palm.

The left shadow yarn's body flew upside down for several feet.

Leng Xiangling: "Ouch!" touched her thigh. A sharp pain came from the leg. It turned out that this blow happened to be blocked by the left shadow yarn on the wound on the leg, and the pain was painful.

I didn't have the strength to pursue again.

Just listen at this time.

A burst of dragon groaning came.

But I saw the left shadow yarn standing high in the air, and the green sword was as bright as autumn water, pointing obliquely ahead.

Leng Xiangling hated and regretted in her heart, but there was nothing she could do. With the advantage of the left shadow yarn Qingxia sword. It's no longer possible to get up close and short.

The so-called one son is wrong and loses all the games.

Leng Xiangling pulled out the Haoyue double dagger, and then the two turned into two colors of light, one green and one white, and they couldn't help but cross and collide in the air. Bright moon double dagger. Qingxia swords are extraordinary. At this time, the gap between the two in cultivation was reflected.

Every time the dagger in Leng Xiangling's hand intersected with the Qingxia Sword, there was a backlash of power. It seems that his own strength has been bounced back.

There weren't a few rounds.

But I saw two lights, white and blue, divided into two. Fall to the ground.

Leng Xiangling's left leg trembled slightly. Sweat trickled down his forehead. She pinched her thighs hard, but they still moved involuntarily. A purple-red mark had slowly emerged from her thigh, and the wound had always cracked. Blood flowed out.

On the other hand, the left shadow veil, his face was as usual, and he was calm and relaxed. Sure enough, the cultivation is superb.

At this time, Leng Xiangling inadvertently looked at the distance to the side. I saw that the master seemed to be old in an instant, shaking his head incessantly, as if sighing something.

"Senior Sister Leng, what do you think of us?"

Zuo Yingsha saw that Leng Xiang's spiritual cultivation was not low, but after all, he was too young to do it, and now he was trembling. Therefore, the two of them stopped fighting, and the difference between victory and defeat was already clear.

At this time, the sound of discussion below also sounded.

"Hey, what am I talking about?"

"No, it just doesn't work!"

Maybe Leng Xiangling wouldn't be sad for these words, but the old figure of the master always appeared in her eyes.

"Am I going to lose? No, I want to win, I want to win!" Leng Xiangling shouted to herself in her heart.

Then she turned her head vigorously and let go of the Haoyue double dagger in her hand. His hands were crossed and clasped with each other, a pair of index fingers stood side by side like a knife, and there were words in his mouth, but he saw Haoyue's double daggers, turning into two slender knives of white light, slowly rising. And it's getting bigger and bigger, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. The last two white rays of light came to the top of Leng Xiangling's head, only to hear Leng Xiangling say, "He!"

Just listen to the phantom ding". The two rays of light were unexpectedly connected in one place, forming a huge white blade of light like a crescent, which spun above Leng Xiangling's head, getting faster and faster.

In the end, I saw that the white light blade above her head was completely out of shape, and I only heard Leng Xiangling shout, "Destroy and slash!"

The massive blade of light roared, heading straight for the left shadow yarn in front of it. Along the way, the hard rock surface of the ring was unexpectedly brought up by the light blade, and a deep groove was rolled out, and the rocks flew away, and the sand and dust flew.

But he saw the left shadow yarn in front of him, holding the Qingxia sword high with one hand. The light skyrocketed like a mountain, and in an instant, it turned into a giant sword with a long knife of hundreds of zhang, and said coldly: "Demon Slash!"

Then the cyan giant sword took the momentum of splitting the mountain and slashing the mountain. Slashed diagonally onto the massive white crescent blade in front of him.

Where the blue light and white rays collided, a light was extremely intense, making people's eyes lose their influence in an instant. Boom, boom, loud bang was heard. The strong wave of qi blew the disciples around the ring who were slightly shallow. Can't help but go backwards.

There was a huge crack in the middle of the ring. It is dozens of feet deep.

The light in the sky dissipated, but I saw a petite figure. Dripping and flying back. Then he fell to the edge of the ring with a thud and almost fell out of the ring.

Leng Xiangling stroked the cold ground in front of her and struggled to get up. But he saw the sky high ahead. Zhuo stood with a green sword and jade face, and he couldn't help but wow! a mouthful of blood. Squirted out!

There were two soft sounds, but it was Haoyue's twin daggers, inserted on both sides of him, making a slight buzzing sound in the cold wind.

Leng Xiangling looked at the Haoyue double dagger in front of her, and couldn't help but want to look at the stands, only to see that the master had left at some point.

Leng Xiangling's heart ached, it seems that the master is very disappointed in me, I am sorry for him.

But at this moment, a pair of big broad hands pressed on her shoulders, and Leng Xiangling raised her eyes, it was the master.

Meng Yun looked at Leng Xiangling with a worried face. Stretched out his big hand and wiped the corner of Leng Xiangling's mouth. Bright red bloodstains, he said softly: "Ling'er, how are you?"

Leng Xiang's inspiration touched the warmth of Master's big hand, her nose was sore, she couldn't hold it anymore, and cried loudly: "Master, I didn't lose, Master, I didn't lose" She said while crying tears.

Meng Yun wiped Leng Xiangling's tears, and at the same time held her head in her arms and said:

"Don't cry, don't cry. Master doesn't blame you. Master doesn't blame you one,

Just then, an elder walked into the middle of the room. He said in a loud voice: "Now I announce" He said as he looked at the people around the high platform.

And Zuo Qianshan, who was above the stands, stood up with a smile. Ichiro Yanagi breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Sasa Zuo Kage in the ring.

Yin Naqi's seat was empty. It seems that the angry one has long gone.

The elder in the field finally gathered his momentum and said loudly: "I announce this Xuannu Saint Competition. The winner was Dong Peng Island Left Shadow Six

His last one, the word "yarn", has not yet landed.

But I saw Leng Xiangling's strength from somewhere. Breaking free from Meng Yun's embrace, he ran to the elder and said loudly:

"I didn't lose!

Because she is different from one in the morning, one is one jade, one is one girl, and one is !!"

Leng Xiangling said it word by word, and then turned around and pointed to the left shadow yarn from afar, as if it was an oath!

Although her voice was like that, the words were like thunder, and they wanted to hear everyone's ears.

Thundered!

How thunder thundered in the clear sky!

Heaven and earth are silent,

There was a gentle wind blowing.

There are leaves falling.

It's just that why this world is so quiet that you can even hear the sound of your heartbeat.

Who dropped the weapon in his hand?

Who is sighing helplessly?

But he saw a figure in the sky. Volleys fall...

Than: The moon is desolate. Thank you for your support!