Brother is always slapping his face

When I came back to my senses, I took a closer look. It turned out that they were the two guard disciples I met with Mo Zhannan at Jiudingfeng, the master's retreat practice last time, Liang Kui and Qi Lu. Liang Kui, they learn from Master Yuhuafeng Zhao Hui who just gave a lecture.

"Oh, it turned out to be Junior Brother Liang and Senior Brother Qi. What a coincidence. I was thinking about it. When I arrived at Taixu Sword Tomb, I didn't even see a shadow of a sword. I didn't know where to go."

"Isn't it?" Liang Kui took over the conversation, "Senior brother and I walked together and dealt with a few little demons blocking the way, but we didn't see any treasured swords."

Qi Lu pondered for a while, and said: "I heard from the master that the sword is hidden deep in the hidden and dark sword mound. We passed through the canyon just now, and the direction we walked should be right. Why don't we go forward?"

"Okay, let's go together." Jia Jingyu readily agreed.

So, the three of them walked together and continued to walk forward.

The further you go in, the colder the wind will be, cutting you like a knife.

Fortunately, Mo Zhannan didn't come to this bone-chilling Taixu Sword Tomb, otherwise, a weak young man like him would definitely not be able to stand it.

Qi Lu was tall and slender, and he protected Liang Kui, who was half a head shorter than him, by his side. The two looked at each other and smiled, with a tacit understanding.

Even an ice lump like Qi Lu knows how to be sympathetic and cherish jade, Jia Jingyu can't help feeling a little bit, but he can't let go of being with Mo Zhannan, and he has a lot of worries.

Liang Kui noticed that Jia Jingyu was sizing them up quietly, and teased, "What? Brother Jia looked at us, did he think of his beautiful younger brother Mo Zhannan?"

"Haha, what's the matter..." Jia Jingyu said with a smile.It seems that the Taihe faction is well known to everyone, and I have an unusual relationship with him.I don't bother to explain, anyway, no one believes it.

Liang Kui continued to express his opinion: "Senior brother Jia, you don't need to hide it. For cultivators like us, if we want to improve our cultivation in the future, we must find a like-minded Taoist companion..." While talking, Liang Kui will Casting affectionate eyes on Qi Lu, his senior brother also responded to him with tender eyes, expressing affection, as if there was no one else around.

"I see that your handsome younger brother has a more restrained personality. Brother Jia needs to be more proactive." Liang Kui said to Jia Jingyu in a subtle and profound way.

Jia Jingyu listened in his heart, and smiled without saying a word.

All of a sudden, when they heard a series of creepy crying, the expressions of the three changed slightly, they clenched their long swords and raised their vigilance.

He quickened his pace and came to the front of the crying sound. The dense fog cleared, and countless densely packed sharp swords were inserted obliquely on the desolate sword mound. The three of them came one step ahead.

The other male and female disciples came later.

"Sword Tomb." Jia Jingyu said in a deep voice.

"That's right." Qi Lu continued, staring intently at Jianzhong, not moving.

Liang Kui was gearing up, eager to try: "First come, first served."

"Wait." Qi Lu stretched out his hand and stopped him.

"Huh?" Liang Kui was puzzled and opened his mouth to ask.

I saw two disciples next to each other, scrambling to get close to the sword mound, rolled up their sleeves, and went to get the favorite sword.

When their hands touched the hilt of the sword, the cold light flickered, and the electric current sizzled, and they were caught off guard. They were hit by the electric shock, screamed, and fell to the ground to groan|groan.

Jia Jingyu and the others were terrified, surrounded them and asked eagerly, "How are you doing? Is there anything wrong?"

One of the disciples finally regained his strength, handed the fireworks around his waist to Jia Jingyu tremblingly, and said angrily: "Brother Jia, please help me light the flare, I really... I can't hold it anymore. "

"Okay." Jia Jingyu took it, and looked at a disciple lying beside him, surrounded by people, rolling around on the ground, the situation was even more serious than the disciple who hadn't spoken yet.

Without further ado, fireworks were set off towards the sky, and the blue fireworks bloomed over the treasure secret realm.

The blue fireworks also worried Mo Zhannan who was outside, Xu Meimei comforted softly: "Junior Brother Mo, don't worry, Brother Jia's martial arts is good, and he will be fine."

After hearing this, Mo Zhannan nodded slightly, raised his eyes and stared at the entrance of Jianzhong, to see who would be the first to be eliminated.

Soon, in the place where Jia Jingyu and the others were, it seemed as if four disciples from the same sect flashed through the gap in the sword mound. The two of them supported a wounded disciple, and one of the leading disciples seriously Said: "You should use what you have learned in your life to draw swords, and don't act recklessly."

Everyone claimed that it was the case, and the four quickly retreated with the wounded.

"Use what you have learned in your life to get the sword..." Jia Jingyu whispered what his senior brother had warned everyone just now, as if he had realized something.

That's right, it's the best strategy to use mental formulas, mobilize spiritual power, form an invisible and shadowless protective umbrella, and then take the sword.

Jia Jingyu thought so, and did so.He held his breath and concentrated, mobilizing his spiritual power.

When the other disciples saw it, they suddenly realized, and followed suit.

When the spiritual energy in his whole body was mobilized, Jia Jingyu's whole body was covered by misty white smoke, but he didn't go to take the sharp sword outside the sword mound, as if the one who searched for something must not be a sword that cuts iron like mud. The best things are often hidden. In the center of Sword Mound.

Jia Jingyu walked steadily, step by step towards the high place of the sword mound. Some disciples, as he thought, followed behind him, hoping to get the invincible and powerful peerless sword.

Including Qi Lu who emerged from the group of heroes last year and defeated the group of heroes.

At the peak of the sword mound, there is a noble and clear sword with a body that overflows with brilliance. It stands quietly in the center, surrounded by dark clouds and thunder and lightning, and whenever it comes into contact with the hilt , there will be a fierce streamer like lightning and flint.

This sword is so extraordinary that it eclipses the rest of the swords that surround it.

At this moment, only Jia Jingyu and Qi Lu were able to get close to watch it. The other disciples couldn't bear the strong current of repulsion for a long time. .

Clap Ceng Ceng, the sound of the sword rang frequently, the sword light splashed, and the outstanding disciples of Tairan Peak made moves, and won the sabers they deserved one after another.

Qi Lu and Jia Jingyu looked at it for a long while, relying on his own martial arts to be better than Jia Jingyu, he adjusted his spiritual power, the white light all over his body became brighter and brighter, resolutely, stretched out his hands, and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.

This is the legendary Autumn Frost Sword. For thousands of years, countless capable people and strange men seem to have taken it out of the sword mound and become its new master, dancing around the world and watching the situation with a smile.Come with joy, return with disappointment.

As expected, Qi Lu spent a lot of effort and spiritual power, and the Yutian sword did not move at all, and did not move at all.

Qi Lu laughed at himself, shook his head, and made room for Jia Jingyu.

He felt that he hadn't succeeded in taking out the Yutian Sword, and Jia Jingyu was even more hopeless, but just like himself, try it.

The male and female disciples who got Satisfied Saber were attracted by Jia Jingyu's actions, whispered to each other, and kept looking around.

In fact, Jia Jingyu didn't know what to do, since he was here, let's try it out, and he won't lose anything.

He also held his breath and focused on mobilizing his spiritual power, put the iron sword aside, exerted strength with both palms, and the light was shining everywhere, and he had completely released the spiritual energy.

The finely carved dark patterns on the hilt of the Qiushuang Sword are like Yuyu star brilliance, extremely luxurious, Jia Jingyu yearns for it, holds the hilt firmly with both hands, goes all out, and gives it a go.

The author has something to say:

In a critical moment, ask for support. The fireworks that are set off in the sky should be signal flares, right?