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That's a lot of strength!

Many people's eyes once again converged on this heir of the sword mound who came with the Burial Immortal Sword. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy looks quite cold, and his temperament and the Burial Immortal Sword seem to be carved out of the same mold, which is the arrogance of the Sword Mound clan from the depths of the bloodline.

Proud of the world's sword power, there is an undefeated heart, vertical and horizontal, burying the world's sword.

The Seven Killing Sword Sect Sect Master groaned slightly, and said, "Lin Bu, you come to ask this Sword Shrine Senior Brother for advice. ”

"Yes, Sect Master. ”

On the martial arts arena, a young man of about fifteen years old walked out, this is a disciple who has not yet built a foundation, but his physique and understanding are excellent, and the foundation building gong "Seven Killing Sword Yuan Gong" has been cultivated to the sixth layer, and he has the power of a fierce horse.

Obviously, the selection of a disciple of this age is also a decision made by the sect master of the Seven Killing Sword Sect after careful consideration, after all, the age of teenagers is the time when the foundation building skill is advancing by leaps and bounds, sometimes there is a big gap in skill by one year, although the heir of the sword mound is strong, but after all, he is not very old, just now the burial immortal sword left his hand, although his nephew is sharp and sharp, he also wants to repay the peach.

In this battle, if it is a draw, it is naturally the best.

But seeing that the young man stopped, although the jet-black heavy sword that was as high as him behind his back was not unsheathed, even if it was more than ten zhang away, it gave Lin Bu an invisible oppression, which made him faintly feel a little suffocated.

Then, I saw the young man from the sword mound shaking his head lightly and said, "Replace him." ”

The young man didn't look at Lin Bu, his gaze fell on another seventeen-year-old Seven Killing Sword Sect disciple not far away.

This seventeen-year-old disciple of the Seven Killings Sword Sect is the first person among the disciples of the Great Killing Sword Sect in this year's sacrifice, and he has already practiced the "Seven Killings Sword Yuan Gong" to the ninth layer, and has the power of a heavenly horse.

There was silence in the mountain stream.

Many famous martial arts masters in Hailing Prefecture glanced at each other, and the descendants of this young sword mound were afraid that their tone was a little too big.

Today's young generation usually refers to the young generation who have reached the age of eighteen, and now under the age of eighteen can only be counted as the next generation.

They are all young people, it is the first time to enter the rivers and lakes, and the spirit is at its peak, how can it be possible to tolerate the contempt of peers, even if the other party is the heir of the sword mound, for young people, it is rare to be timid because of the other party's background, this is an age when the sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, and the edge is angular.

Boom!

With the long sword unsheathed behind his back, Lin Buyao pointed to the young man with the heavy sword on his back, his eyes were very cold, and he shouted: "Catch my sword first!"

Call!

As soon as the words fell, this Lin Bu stepped on broken steps, his body was like a sword, straight forward, the long sword in his hand was shocked, and the qi and blood were perfused, and an inch long red aura was derived from the tip of the sword.

Airplanes!

At the same time, the air behind it distorted, and a fierce horse neighed and galloped out, and in an instant, the man and horse became one, and almost in two breaths, it crossed more than ten feet.

Get into the marrow!

What a fast sword!

Some Hailing Prefecture martial arts celebrities praised, this sword is the fifth sword in the Seven Kills Sword Sect's "Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong" Ten Styles and Seven Evil Swords, this sword will all the killing gas, blood and essence are condensed on the tip of the sword, except for fast, there is no other fancy, it is almost the same as the foundation building skills, even if the light body method is good, it is difficult to avoid, it is extremely test of skill, and the slightest carelessness will see blood.

Bite!

There was a soft sound, there was a metallic trill, and all the sword light, qi, and sword sound came to an abrupt end.

Everyone's eyes fell, especially the disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect, most of them showed a shocked look, and some couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

It was two slender looking fingers, from the descendants of the sword mound carrying the heavy sword, this thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was slightly sideways, one hand behind him, one hand reached out at some point, and the two fingers caught the sword that was condensed in between the two fingers.

What the!

Lin Bu's pupils contracted suddenly, he shouted, his body of Seven Killing Sword Yuan Gong urged to the limit, his blood was vigorous, and the whole person was sweating like smoke, but he still couldn't pull out the sword, those two fingers were like the strongest shackles in the world, not only locking his sword, but also locking his sharp energy.

The next moment, Ning Xian's fingers that held the long sword flicked the tip of the sword.

Clang!

I only felt an unstoppable force coming, Lin Bu could no longer hold the sword in his hand, the long sword came out of his hand, the hilt of the sword shot backwards, and hit his chest, he snorted, kicked back more than ten steps, and barely stopped his body, but he almost couldn't breathe.

With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground, and the qi and blood he had condensed before were also dispersed at this time, and it was difficult to twist into a single force in a short period of time.

Defeated!

The eyes of this generation of Seven Killing Sword Kings froze, and they stretched out again, and said with a smile: "The heirs of the Sword Shrine are really well hidden, but the old man is clumsy, Luo Qing, you go and ask your Senior Brother Ning for swordsmanship." ”

"Yes, Sect Master. ”

The seventeen-year-old boy of the Seven Killing Sword Sect nodded, this is a handsome young man in green clothes washed white, the sword does not leave his hand, the sword body is made of red copper, it is dark red, and there is a cold edge faintly revealed.

At this moment, many disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect showed a dignified look, if they were defeated again, it would not be too good-looking, at least above this year's sacrifice competition, even if the other party was the descendant of the Hidden Sword Shrine, more or less, it would seem that their disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect were not as good as others, after all, they were several years apart, even if they won, it would just be taken for granted.

The dark red copper sword in his hand was slowly raised, and a cold sword path edge pointed forward, Luo Qing's eyes showed an unprecedented contemplation, since the moment Ning Xian made a move just now, he knew that the foundation building skills of this descendant of the sword mound were probably not under him, although it was just a guess, but he was seven or eighty percent sure.

Boom!

Luo Qing took the first step, the corners of his white-washed Tsing Yi were raised, his feet fell like a drum, his steps were unusually heavy, and an amazing force of qi and blood burst out from his body.

Knock! Knock!

After taking the first step, his steps quickened, and the sound of drums became more and more dense, and soon it was like a storm, like the sound of battlefield killing, and there was a charm that stirred up endless killing thoughts.

Shout!

At the moment when the drum sound climbed to the extreme, Luo Qing also arrived in front of Ning Xian, and the dark red copper sword stabbed straight out, the same sword, compared to that Lin Bu, it was a world of difference.

This sword was surging in anger, but the sword power was restrained, and even the sword light was dimmed, but it was more than twice as fast as Lin Bu's sword, and there was only a brief sound of breaking the air.

The basic swordsmanship of entry!

The layman looks at the excitement, but at this time, in the mountain stream martial arts arena of the Seven Killing Sword Sect, except for a few junior disciples who were brought to observe, most of them can see that just this sword, compared with this Luo Qing, Lin Bu is a whole level apart, plus the gap in cultivation, no wonder this Luo Qing can become the first person in the Seven Killing Sword Sect to build a foundation, and become a candidate who can be worthy of the crown after the younger generation.

In the face of this sword, Ning Xian finally showed a somewhat solemn look, and then moved, this movement was as fast as thunder.

Woo!

I don't know when, one of his hands has been pressed on the hilt of the sword behind it, almost the same height as it, the thick and bladeless sword came out of the sheath, setting off a strange wind, like crying and complaining, like resentment, the air shattered, the sword cut into the vacuum, and the sound of breaking the air was also shattered into nothingness.

Syllable!

The heavy sword had no edge, but it was as fast as the wind, and it could fall at the moment before the tip of Luo Qing's sword approached, cutting off the sword path.

A strong wind swept away, blowing the hair of the two people, and the sword exchanged, like a master craftsman casting soldiers, and the weight of a thousand pounds rose and fell, deafening.

Call!

Immediately afterwards, ploughing the ground with both feet, Luo Qing's complexion changed, and he could retreat a few feet, leaving two clear drag marks on the ground.

Woo!

Na Ning Xian did not retreat but advanced, his wrist slowly turned, and the jet-black heavy sword suddenly seemed like a whirlpool in his hand, faintly giving birth to an invisible gravitational force, and many dead grass and gravel were suspended, falling into the sword circle, and being crushed into powder.

"Funeral Sword Yin!"

Above the chairman, the eyes of this generation of seven killing sword kings lit up, and the sword mound has a foundation building skill for the "Burial Sword Gong", which has such a foundation building sword method called "Burial Sword Yin", although it is only a foundation building sword method, but the sword realm contained in it is extremely profound, it is rumored that the original burial sword immortal is on the basis of this foundation building sword method, and the "Burial Immortal Sword" that shook the world was deduced from the sword mound.

At this moment, Luo Qing's pupils contracted violently, and he only felt an invisible force locking him, and he had the illusion that there was no way to avoid it.

Mental power!

Not only Luo Qing, but also many famous people in Hailing Prefecture, and even some young masters, Dharma protectors, and elders of the Seven Killing Sword Sect have noticed that this descendant disciple of the Sword Shrine, who is only thirteen or fourteen years old, has actually set foot in the spiritual realm and has given birth to spiritual power.

Tsing Yi excited, Luo Qing took a deep breath, and then took out the sword, the dark red copper sword seemed to set off a wave of blood, this is the ninth form of the Seven Evil Sword, and it is also the strongest sword he has comprehended now, it is a pity that he has not yet entered the cultivation of the tenth layer of the "Seven Killing Sword Yuan Gong", compared with those top foundation building skills, even if the tenth layer of his Seven Killing Sword Sect is complete, it is only through the dark knowledge of the whole body, and he has the power of a horse.

Roar!

The heavenly horse groaned, no longer like a horse's roar, but like a dull and majestic beast's roar, breaking free from the distorted air, and becoming one with Luo Qing's sword like a blood wave.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

This was followed by a series of golden and iron sounds, accompanied by dozens or hundreds of bright sparks, and a piece of air was crushed and plunged into a vacuum world.

In the end, everyone finally saw that behind the sword mound boy Ning Xian, a heavenly horse had already given birth to a tail, and this young man's foundation building skills had actually reached the point of penetrating the three hundred and sixty-five secret knots around his body. (Ask for a monthly pass recommendation ticket,The starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for the ten steps!The update is a little late,Adjusting my thoughts,Restore the state,These two days are indeed the worst time since writing Chunyang.,Thoughts are disordered and scarce.,But it's getting better.,Tomorrow should be the same.,Thank you for the understanding of the brothers and sisters of the Wumeng.。 (To be continued.) )