"Boss, why hasn't the eldest brother come yet?" Wu Xiuneng's little brother couldn't help but ask, they have been waiting for many days, but they haven't seen Feng Yun show up so far, everyone guesses that it should be in retreat for the last competition, but no matter what, today is a battle between Feng Yun and Wu Xinghe, how should it come out.

Wu Xiu Neng touched his bald head and said impatiently: "What are you panicking about!" You ask me, who do I ask, and besides, the masters are the last to appear, don't you understand! ”

"Speaking of which, the surname Wu is rare, why don't you go up and recognize a relative? With your relatives on one side and your eldest brother on the other, aren't you extremely majestic? Tang Qi laughed and joked.

Wu Xiuneng glanced at Tang Qi, although he was very unhappy with Tang Qi's stinky mouth, but as the boss of a group of people, it was not okay to be unstable, this was all learned from Feng Yun, so he kept warning himself in his heart, "Don't embarrass the eldest brother!" But being steady doesn't mean he won't fight back.

"How can you be majestic. Obviously, I can't go with a single move in my eldest brother's hands, and I dare to let out a word to ask for another battle, and my tone is much better than that spirit fairy sword Yi Mingxian and Jiaoyang Mo Lihuo, I don't know, I thought you were a big pie. ”

"You! Bastard, I can't beat Feng Yun, can't I beat you! Dare to fight! Tang Qi said angrily.

Wen Bin and Chen Huiyuan on the side couldn't help but smile and sigh bitterly, this scene has happened too many times in the past few days, although Tang Qi's mouth is broken, but he can't be excited, just a little.

Wu Xiu Neng smiled proudly: "Hmph, you can win me by one and a half moves at most, if you have the ability, you can go to my eldest brother to challenge?" "During this period, the two of them have not fought much, but Wu Xiuneng has not been in vain in the past few years, and they have gained a lot of benefits from sneaking up on the disciples of Miaohua Sect with Feng Yun back then, although it is not a soaring sky, but it also makes people have to be impressed.

However, before they could make a fuss, a commotion broke out in the crowd close to the ring.

"Aren't those disciples of the Purple Radiance Sword Sect? Why don't you look at it on the mountain, why do you run down? ”

"That's it, it's really sick to not stay on your own mountain, and run down to compete with us for a position!"

"It's not like you can't sit down on the mountain, right?"

……

Ignoring everyone's discussions, Guan Xian led a group of disciples straight to a place close to the arena where the ring could be clearly seen and occupied, and the domineering of the Zihui Sword Sect did not need to be explained to these people.

Guan Xian waved his sleeves, and a Taishi chair suddenly appeared, he slowly sat down, and said to the disciples behind him: "You have to take a good look at this competition, do you know?" ”

A disciple couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Elder, aren't we all able to see it from above, why do we have to come here to see it?" "In their opinion, this is completely self-surrendering, with the habits of their Purple Radiance Sword Sect, they can't figure out why they want to do such a thing.

Guan Xian smiled mysteriously, turned his head to Han Mingzhou and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Han Mingzhou bowed slightly and replied, "The disciple thinks that it really should be good-looking. He looked serious, his eyes looked at the two temporarily empty seats in the field, and he was both nervous and expectant, "Feng Yun, don't lose." ”

After saying goodbye to Feng Yun last time, in order to grasp the artistic conception that seemed to be nothing, Han Mingzhou immediately retreated, and he didn't leave the customs until a few days ago, but unfortunately it was always a little worse, and it was rare to find the true meaning, so after hearing that Feng Yun would fight with Wu Xinghe of the Heavenly Sword Gate, he was surprised and delighted, even if Guan Xian didn't mention it, he would go down the mountain to watch the battle by himself, and strive to understand the "meaning" of Feng Yun and Wu Xinghe in the nearest place!

Han Mingzhou's words aggravated the doubts of the other disciples, and everyone didn't know why, but seeing that Guan Xian didn't have the slightest intention to explain, he had to resign himself to fate, and it wouldn't be good if he stood for a stop anyway.

Not long after, the white-haired Feng Yun appeared in everyone's sight, he was holding a green flash, hunting in a dark robe, deaf to the shouts around him, his eyes were only in the ring, no joy or sorrow.

Seeing Feng Yun coming, Mo Lu and Nangong Jiao'er, who had been waiting in the arena for a long time, were stunned for a moment, then glanced at each other, and at the same time saw the surprise in each other's eyes, they sat down tacitly for the first time, and did not step forward to greet Feng Yun as usual. Feng Yun didn't speak to the two either, just sat down quietly with the long knife in his arms, closing his eyes and concentrating.

The previous Feng Yun gave people the impression that it was out of the dust, and today's Feng Yun seems to be different from before, if you really want to describe it, there are only two words, sharp, the current Feng Yun is like a dull blade, if it is not bright, it will kill people!

Many people noticed this anomaly and looked sideways.

In the crowd outside the venue, Guan Xian watched Feng Yun slowly enter, with some surprise in his eyes, and then asked Han Mingzhou on the side, "Do you feel it?" ”

Han Mingzhou took a deep breath and replied, "I feel it, although it is not obvious, but it is more ...... than then It's terrible. Han Mingzhou hesitated for a moment, but still said these two words, he had to admit that the moment he saw Feng Yun just now, he actually felt a trace of strangeness and fear.

Guan Xian bowed slightly, and didn't say anything. He clearly understood that this might be an opportunity for his own disciple, but it could also be the most stubborn rock standing in his way. Unless one day, Han Mingzhou can defeat Feng Yun with his own hands, and only then can he pull that trace of fear out of his heart.

What the Purple Radiance Sword Sect could discover, how could the Heavenly Sword Sect not detect it.

Gu Yulong sat on top of the Eight Mountains, raised his eyes and looked down at the scene under the mountain, and said softly: "I didn't expect this Rakshasa ghost to hide such skills, Senior Brother Wu's scene may not be easy." ”

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciple beside him was suddenly taken aback: "Senior Brother Gu means that the Rakshasa ghost still hides his strength?" ”

Gu Yulong didn't explain, Feng Yun's appearance just now triggered his sword heart, which could only prove that the other party was also a person who had stepped into that realm, which should not be underestimated.

"It seems that the people of the Purple Radiance Sword Sect already knew." As he spoke, he looked at the Purple Radiance Sword Sect and the others at the foot of the mountain, and instructed the fellow disciples on the side, "Go and gather the other senior brothers and go down the mountain to watch the battle." ”

"Huh?" When everyone heard Gu Yulong's words, they were shocked again, and hurriedly looked at the elders in the main hall.

I saw that Chang Yunzi, the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Sword Gate, bowed his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Elder Liu, let's take a trip, whether you can realize one or two depends on their creation." Elder Liu, who was named by name, also laughed, and began to gather his disciples as instructed.

Chang Yunzi's eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Yuyin Valley, and said with a smile: "Dan Youjun, this apprentice is amazing. ”

The things on the mountain, the mountain is naturally ignorant, and even Wu Xinghe is included.

Seeing that there was less than a stick of incense left before the start of the competition, a clear sword sound sounded in the distance. Countless people suddenly turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound of the sword came from, only to see a flash of sword light flying eastward, extremely fast without the slightest sound of breaking the wind, but a laugh came into everyone's ears.

"Hahahaha......"

I saw that the sword light pulled out a beautiful sword flower in the air and then disappeared, replaced by a sword-wielding young man floating to the ground and walking towards the field.

This person was dressed in a Heavenly Sword robe, from the crown of his hair to his feet, he was meticulously dressed, and he could even be said to be a little exquisite, holding a black-sheathed silver carved sword, and a smug smile appeared on his slightly square face.

Without waiting for the elders of the Heavenly Worship Clan to announce, Wu Xinghe gently fell to the stage and accepted everyone's attention.

The disciples of the Purple Radiance Sword Sect were suddenly a little unhappy, and suddenly someone said: "If you don't show off, you will die, I really hope that the Rakshasa Ghost will teach him a good lesson for a while!" ”

The Zihui Sword Sect and the Heavenly Sword Gate represent the façade of Jiuzhou Sword Cultivation at the same time, and the disciples naturally can't escape the fate of being compared, the most mentioned thing about the Zihui Sword Sect is that the most outstanding disciple of this generation is the Purple Sword Jun Shangjun, but the Heavenly Sword Gate is pulled out and compared with it the most is not the Little Heavenly Sword Gu Yulong, but this Moyu Sword Wu Xinghe. It's just because both of them are equally high-profile and equally arrogant.

But the disciples of the Zihui Sword Sect are unhappy with this, as the saying goes, the king is the king, the general is the general, how can your No. 2 person compare with our senior brother. And as long as it is a disciple of the Zihui Sword Sect, they all know that although Shang Jun is high-profile, he is just trying to be the first to win, but Wu Xinghe is different, this person is purely for the limelight, and it is simply a shame to compare their senior brother with such a beam-jumping clown!

Wu Xinghe didn't care at all about the resentment of the disciples of the Zihui Sword Sect, they regarded Wu Xinghe as clowns jumping off the beam, and Wu Xinghe didn't see them as noisy fools.

He stood on top of the ring, waved his sleeves in a chic manner, held the sword behind him, and laughed loudly: "The Moyu Sword Wu Xinghe is here, and the Rakshasa ghost has not come up yet?" There was five points of pride and five points of relaxation in his voice, and everyone in the Zihui Sword Sect was itching when he heard it.

Even Du Huaiyi on the mountain couldn't help but say angrily: "This person is too stinky!" ”

However, Ke Shu, who was beside her, said slowly: "Wu Xinghe is just a showman, but he is also the second senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a Yuanying Dacheng monk, and he still has real skills, I hope Senior Brother Feng will not be careless." ”

Hearing Wu Xinghe's call, Feng Yun finally opened his eyes slightly, as if he had just woken up, and under the gaze of Nangong Jiao'er and Mo Lu, he slowly walked to the ring, and jumped up lightly under his feet.

Wu Xinghe could see it, and the smile on his face suddenly converged a little: "Hahaha, I thought you only had Lei Fa to fight, but I didn't expect that Wu Mou underestimated you, and you deserved to be my Wu Xinghe's opponent!" ”

Feng Yun looked at Wu Xinghe with his eyes slightly open, as if he was awake and asleep, but did not reply.

The referee elder looked at the two of them on the stage, and the treasure jade in their hands proved their identity, so he didn't say more, and asked directly, "Are you ready?" ”

"Come on!" Wu Xinghe said proudly.

And Feng Yun only bowed slightly.

Seeing this, the referee elder announced loudly: "Tianjiao tried the third round, the eighth game, Wu Xinghe, right, Feng Yun, beat the war drums!" ”

As the passionate war drums sounded, Feng Yun seemed to have finally been awakened, his eyes gradually opened, and when the last sound of the war drums fell, his eyes opened, and the sharp chill suddenly spread!

"Oh, good knife intent! It's a pity that your opponent is my Wu Xinghe! Feeling this sharp aura coming to his face, Wu Xinghe couldn't help but chuckle, and at the same time, with the sound of a sword, another sharp breath suddenly appeared in the ring!

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! "Obviously, the sword has not yet come out, but the ring is full of the screams of gold and iron clashes!

The two breaths were-for-tat, and even from the sidelines a little farther away, two different sharp chills could be felt coming to the face. In a short time, the ground of the ring was already carved with sword scratches, and everyone was shocked.

"Could it be sword intent and sword intent?" Seeing the scene in front of him, someone suddenly reacted.

"It's not Zhenyuan, it's really sword intent and sword intent?"

"It's not surprising that Wu Xinghe has sword intent, this Rakshasa ghost actually has sword intent? And can you compete with Wu Xinghe? ”

"Really? How many means is this rakshasa ghost hiding? ”

As soon as this scene came out, a group of disciples of the Purple Radiance Sword Sect and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who had just rushed down the mountain immediately understood why the elders and senior brothers had to run down the mountain to watch this competition.

The battle between sword intent and sword intent has not appeared at the ancestral sacrifice for many years.