The news that there was a sword cultivation sword duel in the early stage of the Yuan Infant Sword Terrace in Beiluo spread throughout the entire Zifu City in a few breaths, and countless sword cultivators flocked over, crowding the entire viewing seat in a moment.

Looking around, there were tens of thousands of sword cultivators in the Dan stage here, they were to see the Yuanying Sword Duel, comprehend a trace of sword intent, and add a foundation for future breakthroughs. In addition, on the well-placed viewing seat, there were hundreds of yuan infant sword cultivators sitting on it, watching the movements of the four people on the two sword platforms intently.

On the sword platform, in terms of the strength of the momentum and sword intent, everyone thought that Mo Liuli of the Dust Hall and the famous sword night Guyun of Luocheng could kill first, but who knew that it was the Qingyi scholar on the Xuanzi No. 3 sword platform who took the lead.

Fan up the wind sword, followed the wind shadow, swept hundreds of feet, and threw out the paper fan in his hand, and the paper fan emerged from between the fan bones one by one in the flying whirl, bringing up a white flowing shadow, and directly took Ye Yunlin's head.

The scholar in the green shirt showed his peerless skills as soon as he made a move, but Lin Jishi's methods were too inferior to be appreciated by the sword cultivators who watched the battle, but as long as he was still standing on the Beiluo sword platform, the sword cultivators who watched the battle would not say much.

If someone dares to mock, it will inevitably provoke the ridicule of others: "You also go up, do you dare?!"

Ye Yunlin was not surprised, the sword was a streamer, and the invisible wind sword was dissolved at the same time, and the sword rhyme was adjusted, breaking the sudden white flowing shadow one by one.

At this moment, Lin Zhishi pressed the fan surface, and the sword intent scattered in the air instantly condensed into a sword wire and compressed towards Ye Yunlin.

Seeing this scene, the sword cultivators on the spectator seat couldn't help but hold their breath, frightened by Ye Yunlin, and at the same time marveled at the wonderful sword skills of Lin's past.

However, the eyes of several mid-Yuan Infant Sword Cultivators present did not show the slightest look of surprise, on the contrary, they were very disgusted by Lin Jishi's behavior, as a Confucian Sword Cultivator, it would be okay if they didn't cultivate Haoran Sword Intent. Specializing in the treacherous sword path, this is simply a gentleman's style that defiles Confucianism, and it is no wonder that Lin Jishi is not a gentleman even if he has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period.

"Senior brother, Ye Yunlin fell at the beginning, will it be dangerous?" The deacon of the West Sword Pavilion, Nanfeng Xiaoxuan, timidly asked his senior brother Mo Zhiyi, seeing that Ye Yunlin had fallen at the beginning and was in such a dangerous situation, Nanfeng Xiaoxuan's heart couldn't help but be very nervous.

Mo Zhiyi is the sword envoy of the West Sword Pavilion, and his realm is higher than the two great realms of Nanfeng Xiaoxuan. I think you can see the victory or defeat on the sword platform.

"It's okay, you keep watching, I haven't encountered such a wonderful sword duel for a long time. Look at it well, it's good for you. Mo Zhiyi was confident, and his eyes did not leave the two people on the battlefield at all, and he didn't seem to notice the worried heartache in his junior brother's eyes.

"Senior brother, in case ......" Nanfeng Xiaoxuan couldn't help but touch the storage bag on his waist.

Mo Zhiyi turned his head and patted Nanfeng Xiaoxuan's head: "Little rabbit cub, aren't you afraid that your spirit stone will lose?

"Senior brother. This is 270,000 high-grade spirit stones, and the ...... who wants to customize a flying sword for Senior Sister Yue" Nanfeng Xiaoxuan was very aggrieved, and couldn't help but be even more worried when he watched more and more sword wires in the sword platform compress towards Ye Yunlin.

Once you lose this spirit stone. The matter of chasing the moon junior sister is completely blown, and Mo Zhiyi's gambling is really not good, and he loses eight out of ten bets.

The more Nanfeng Xiaoxuan thought about it, the more sad he became, and the more he looked at it, the more worried he became. Why did he have any curiosity to see what kind of sword duel, but he was caught by this pit senior brother Mo Zhiyi......

"Attention!Ye Yunlin has changed his moves!" Mo Zhiyi said intently.

On the sword platform. Lin Zhishi slashed with both hands, the paper fan was brilliant, and under the manipulation of his sword intent, it swirled into a vortex, and the endless sword filaments converged towards the center of the wind vortex while compressing Ye Yunlin's activity space, once Ye Yunlin couldn't support it, he would definitely end up with a tragic ending of broken bones.

Even if the sword wire is at the top, Ye Yunlin, who is in the center of the sword wire, is still calmly and calmly gathering the sword yuan around him, and the sword rhyme spreads with the sword intent, and the sword intent of the wind that comes from the oppression impacts and cancels each other, gradually tending to a relatively stable state of balance.

Towering Kunlun, churning the sea of clouds, this is Ye Yunlin's sword rhyme at this time.

Affected by this sword rhyme, Lin Jishi only felt that the opponent in front of him was becoming more and more difficult to shake, more and more unpredictable, and he couldn't help but secretly say that it was not good, just when he was about to urge Zhenyuan and give it a go, he heard a sword rhyme for nine days, and then a huge sword light rushed straight to the center of the wind vortex.

There were several huge explosions, the wind vortex exploded, the sword qi scattered, Lin Zhishi held the paper fan in his hand and flew upside down, and after landing, he ploughed the ground again for three feet, without two feet of legs, and then stopped his body.

"Toot!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the true yuan in Lin Zhishi's body flowed, dispersing the invading sword qi, shattering the legless stone and soil, and returning to the ground.

At the same time, Ye Yunlin, who sent out a counterattack sword, was also rushed back by the rushing sword qi for more than thirty zhang, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Half of the broken leaves fell, Ye Yun Lin's sword was raised, the sword rhyme rose again, and in an instant, people had turned into several lights and shadows to kill Lin Jishi!

"Good sword!" Lin exclaimed, "but it's not enough!"

Locking on the figure of Ye Yunlin, the paper fan of Lin's past turned into a sword, and a chilling sword breath instantly diffused the audience.

"Resentful Sword!" Murong Chen stood up from the banquet and stared straight at the resentful sword in Lin Jishi's hand, as if he had seen the enemy who killed his father.

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you?" Luo Qingqi was shocked and asked worriedly.

Song Si glanced at Murong Chen, and returned to the resentful sword in the battlefield, this sword showed a terrifying aura of resentment just by appearing, and it could reveal the protective sword array set up by the Sword Pavilion, which directly affected the sword cultivation on the spectator seat, making several sword cultivators with low cultivation go crazy on the spot, which shows the terrible nature of this resentful sword.

In this way, Ye Yunlin may be more affected, and he is in danger.

There seemed to be a more powerful energy in this resentful sword that was restraining the extremely resentful qi, but through the formation, it was difficult for Song Si to determine whether this energy was evil or not.

"What is the origin of the resentful sword?" Song Si frowned slightly and asked.

"Kunxuxing Confucianism has four swords, the sword of Ke, the sword, the sword of resentment, and the sword of desire, which were originally cast by Confucian gentlemen in order to cultivate benevolence, but after a hundred years of inheritance, they encountered great changes in Confucianism, and the four swords flowed into the cultivation realm, causing endless turmoil. My father, the king, had a resentful sword breath on the sword wound he suffered before returning to Haotian. ”

"Well, Xiao Yezi is in danger!" Song Si nodded and continued to focus on the battlefield.

Feeling the terrifying sword breath of extreme resentment, the three figures that Ye Yunlin turned into immediately stopped, emitted three sword qi and retreated in an instant, and the cold sweat on his back was empty.

"Damn it. I know that where there is Song Si, there is no good thing. I thought I could be in the limelight, but I met such a cheating hypocrite, it's really a dead dog!"

If he knew that Ye Yunlin, who was in the field, still had such idleness to complain about him Song Si, Song Si would have to protest in the spectator seat, forget about the false alarm, and let him be careful for so long.

Lin Zhishi waved the resentful sword, dissolving Ye Yunlin's three sword qi, and then slightly bent the sword finger, popped out a blood bead and merged into the resentful sword, and obtained the essence blood feeding. The sword breath of extreme resentment skyrocketed instantly, and a strange blood-colored sword light soared into the sky, and even almost triggered the operation of the defensive sword array of Zifu City.

"No complaints, no kindness!"

The blood covered the sky, and Lin Zhishi held the sword in both hands, turning into a sword more than three zhang long, splitting the ground for three hundred zhang, and stabbing Ye Yunlin's true body.

Bad!

On the spectator seat, Song Si stood up, and Nangong Xiaoxuan stood up. Murphy stood up......

Is Ye Yunlin about to fall on the Beiluo Sword Platform, under this ancient Confucian fierce sword?

At the critical moment, Ye Yunlin raised his sword again, and the Kunlun Yunhai sword rhyme resounded through the sword platform formation space. It actually caused a big change in the entire formation space.

At this moment, under the feet of the two of them is a vast sea of clouds, and under the sea of clouds is the towering Kunlun.

At this moment, the sword breath of extreme resentment was weakened by three percent at the moment of great change in space.

The crane chirps. Accompanied by Ye Yunlin's sword rhyme, it turned into Tai Chi Liangyi, one black and one white, and the two swords fused. Break through the resentment sword sword!

The two swords clashed, the swords roared in all directions, the sea of clouds shattered, the sky and the earth were black and white, the Kunlun mirage was shattered in an instant, Ye Yunlin flew out of the exploding sword qi, the wolf fell to the ground, the right hand holding the sword, the blood gurgled and flowed, and the dust slipped down the sword body.

On the other side, Lin Jishi, who flew out upside down, knelt on the ground with his sword, the blood was soaring, and his body was full of endless resentment, which was very frightening.

"Damn, you won't die like this?!" Ye Yunlin forcibly swallowed the hot blood in his throat, the long sword was raised again, and the sword rhyme sounded again.

"Toot!"

Seeing Ye Yunlin who was so desperate, Lin Shishi spurted out another mouthful of blood, he just wanted to take a break, as for this?

"I'm defeated!" Lin Jishi crushed the teleportation jade talisman in his hand and teleported out of the sword platform before Ye Yunlin's next sword was issued.

As soon as he came out of the sword platform, Lin turned the resentful sword back into a white paper fan, and then disappeared into the teleportation point.

"Resentful Sword!" Glancing at the empty teleportation point, a Confucian white-clothed gentleman wearing a scarf snorted coldly and left the viewing seat with a few disciples.

"Won! Really won!" Nanfeng Xiaoxuan was very excited, shouting at the Guanzhong seat, without the demeanor of a deacon of the West Sword Pavilion, "Senior brother, you are really amazing." ”

"Needless to say!" Mo Zhiyi said with a sigh of relief.

To be honest, when Lin Xianshi sacrificed the resentful sword, he almost thought that Ye Yunlin was going to lose, but he didn't expect that in this situation, he could turn defeat into victory, which is really admirable. If it is in the same realm, I am afraid that he will drink hatred under the sword of resentment!

"Senior brother, there hasn't been a fight over there yet, can you place a bet?" Seemingly carried away by Ye Yunlin's victory, Nanfeng Xiaoxuan urged Mo Zhiyi to continue betting.

Mo Shiyi slapped Nanfeng Xiaoxuan's head fiercely: "What bet?!Take a good look at the sword!"

Winning such a large sum of spirit stones is enough, and then betting, if he really loses, he will go crazy.

On the attic in the south of the Beiluo Sword Terrace, the deacon on the first floor, Feng Mo, sat aside, withdrew his gaze from the window, and said to the white-clothed fairy in front of him: "I didn't expect that there will be a young talent in the Sword Domain who can change the space of the Sword Terrace, presumably this year's Sword Trial Ceremony will be very exciting." ”

Crushing the transmission sword light that flew from the Nine Heavens Sword Platform, the white-clothed fairy nodded: "It's a pity that he is on the side of the Dust Palace." ”

"This person is also one of Song Si's friends, we can cultivate one or two in secret, so that Song Si can enter the South Sword Pavilion in the future. ”

"Is this also what the deputy landlord meant?"

"It's not. ”

"Just do your own thing, the affairs of Zifu City, and you don't need to interfere. Don't forget, those three are now on the Nine Heavens Sword Stage. ”

Feng Mo lowered his head, frowned, and then raised his head to stare at the beautiful fairy in front of him: "So, should I call you the head of the first floor, or the city lord of Zifu City, Yue Yunqing?" (to be continued......)