Dust roots [comprehension]

Song Huaichen handed Yunzhi to Yu Chen and told him what happened outside.

Yu Chen took Yun Zhi carefully, watching the spirit of Ganoderma lucidum with an unusually soft expression.As if he was afraid of disturbing Yunzhi, he lowered his voice and asked Song Huaichen, "Who are those three people looking for you?"

"People from Wuxiang Temple." Song Huaichen didn't hide anything, but Yu Chen couldn't understand.

"Wuxiang Hall? Where is that place?"

"The place where I stayed before I came to Hetingwang." Song Huaichen smiled, "It is also a sect of cultivating immortals." This sentence explained the origin of his cultivation base. It was Yu Chen who had been testing Hetingwang, and Song Huaichen had never Response to questions.

At this moment, Song Huaichen said it openly, causing Yu Chen to look at him in surprise. The cultivation base of the junior brother, who was once a headache, has regressed, but he develops in a good way in dealing with people and things.

Lu Tingyun on the side listened attentively, Wuxiang Hall is a sect of self-cultivation, it is not an organization like weights and measures, but a sect similar to Guiyi Sect.

Huang Yaoshi said that Song Huaichen came from Xiaodan Peak, and Di Rongshan said that Wuxiang Hall was located on the overseas fairy island.Both Huang Yaoshi and Song Huaichen are gods who came across the sea, and Huang Yaoshi——doesn't know Wuxiang Temple.

Then, can it be considered that the Immortal Island of Wuxiang Temple is also an unknown fairy island to the overseas ten continents?

Yu Chen didn't think so much, what he cared about was: "Are you an enemy or a friend?"

"It's hard to say, I haven't dealt with people who wear masks."

The disciples that Song Huaichen made friends with in Wuxiang Hall all did not wear masks. These disciples and the old master had both explicitly reminded Song Huaichen to stay away from those who wore masks.

The Wuxiang hall member who often came to him to play chess once said bluntly to him: "Now that the suzerain is not here, Laojun is only acting on his behalf. He is constrained by many parties. It is actually illegal for him to keep you, so Ah, you must stay away from those who wear masks."

So when the three masked men told Yu Chen that they were looking for someone under the order of Laojun, Song Huaichen didn't believe a word.

"Let's treat them as enemies for the time being... Even when I am at the highest cultivation base, I can't beat them." Song Huaichen spoke in a calm and unwavering tone, his eyes circled around the broken swords, the topic Turning away naturally, "I have finished what I promised Yunzhi."

Yu Chen's expression was always serious, and he said with a stern face: "After leaving here, I will find a way to go back to Heting to watch. As for you, I don't force it, just pretend I haven't seen it."

Song Huaichen originally wanted to ask what happened to He Tingwang, but when he heard Yu Chen say this, he suddenly lost the interest to speak, and the densely packed broken swords around him blocked his eyes: "We'll talk about it when we get out."

He released his spiritual power to pick up a sword.

The phantom took shape, and he raised his sword and struck.

The first move, Song Huaichen, can be easily resolved, after all, these broken swords have absorbed too little spiritual power from Yu Chen.However, this sword was deflected by Lu Tingyun who was rushing from a slanting thrust - he snatched away Song Huaichen's opponent.

"The cultivation bases of both of them are higher than mine, so let's save the scene when I can't move anymore."

As Lu Tingyun spoke, he swung a sword. The sword light was introverted, the momentum was solid, and the skill was more than the spiritual power. Obviously, it was deliberately done to restrain the sword forest.

Lu Tingyun's sword was simple and unadorned, and the sword clashed with each other, making a clanging sound and sparks flying everywhere.Lu Tingyun didn't use spiritual power, and the sword cultivator condensed from the phantom also used skill and strength to fight.

The surrounding sword forest buzzed, as if it was echoing the rhythm of the two swords intersecting, and it seemed to be the roar of the mountain and the tsunami under the ancient competition stage, coming from the distant past.

Lu Tingyun chopped off one sword, and immediately picked up another one.

The swords of the dead are not as good as the swords of the living. After all, they are just the obsession of the dead. Lu Tingyun didn't spend much effort to chop off one again, and his posture was much easier than Yu Chen's.

The sword fairy from ten continents overseas raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are all the sword cultivators in the world so powerful?"

The smile on the corner of Song Huaichen's mouth was somewhat proud, Yu Chen had never seen this vivid expression before, and now he couldn't understand it.He felt that the white-haired Song Huaichen was young and lively, and his eyes were bright.

"I have seen very few sword cultivators in the mortal world, but he is indeed the most powerful." Song Huaichen replied.

He saw the traces left by himself in Lu Tingyun's sword moves, middle sword, backhand sword, the moves that Lu Tingyun was not good at are now easy to use, and they look good when they are easy, and they are naturally powerful.Song Huaichen also saw that in Lu Tingyun's maneuvers, there was a sense of taking retreat as an advance, which was the footwork he often used when feeding moves.

After all, Song Huaichen was not a native of the cultivation world, and the environment of Wuxiang Temple was too comfortable, so even after many years, he still kept the mentality of visiting from outside, and his attention was on others, not on his own cultivation.He has met many people in Wuxiang Hall, Hetingwang, and in the mortal world, and Lu Tingyun's talent is definitely considered superior.

Yu Chen glanced at him, did not speak, turned his head and continued to watch Lu Tingyun's movements.

What the senior brother who has been Song Huaichen for many years did not say is that in his opinion, Song Huaichen's talent is already amazing. He said that Lu Tingyun is the best, so could Lu Tingyun be the person he is looking for in Shizhou Overseas? ?He also wanted to ask, Song Huaichen is now in the mortal world, and he also admitted just now that he first practiced in other sects of self-cultivation, and then went to Shizhou. Could the great talent that the ancestors talked about be him, the lamp? Under the black has not been found?

Yu Chen didn't say anything. On the one hand, it was because of his cold personality, and on the other hand, he felt that Song Huaichen was no longer his junior, and the relationship between the two had never been close, so it was strange to suddenly praise him for his amazing talents.

Song Huaichen didn't intend to listen to Yu Chen's answer, the two said "don't like" each other, but they have been living together peacefully on Xiaodan Peak, so they can be regarded as understanding each other.Yu Chen didn't speak, Song Huaichen continued to look at Lu Tingyun without any embarrassment.

Broken Sword Phantom's attack was stronger than one attack. Lu Tingyun finally used his spiritual power. The silver-white spiritual light filled the sky with sword intent, and the sword forest vibrated so loudly that the naked eye could clearly catch it. The roar was mixed with a sigh, which was filled with regret. The obsession left in the broken sword reached its perfection in Lu Tingyun's sword and light sword intent. It snowed.

Silver snow fell on the still standing blades, accentuating their gloom.The humming died down, and the air became still and cool.It was as if the crowds of people in the arena had dispersed, revealing the mighty ones who were hiding in it and quietly observing.

The whole atmosphere changed.

The environment has also changed.

The forest of swords disappeared, the cliffs of the tiankeng disappeared, and the circle of water turned into the boundary between the arena and the auditorium. The gloomy broken swords flew out and turned into silhouettes in the streamer. They either floated in mid-air, or stood Outside the boundary, holding the sword, silently watching Lu Tingyun's battle.

A gust of wind blew, and the silver snow gathered and covered the phantom who was fighting Lu Tingyun. The phantom became solid, depicting the facial features, he smiled slightly, and opened his eyes.

It was Lu Tingyun's own face.

Song Huaichen instantly thought of his dream, and couldn't help being stunned, but Lu Tingyun's sword moves kept on piercing towards Xuying's facade with the sound of breaking wind.

Xu Ying withdrew his sword to block, and suddenly took a step back, but the sword in his hand was sent out, holding down the hilt of the sword and drawing a circle diagonally inward, making his sword circle around Lu Tingyun's sword body as the axis.

The stagnant resistance on the sword made Lu Tingyun's sword lose its strength, as if the sword stuck to his sword had drawn half an arc, and was caught by Xu Ying with his other hand.

At this time, the hilt of the sword was tilted inwards significantly, and the phantom's elbow was close to the side of the waist. At the same time, he turned his body sideways during the transformation process, and just completed the power accumulation movement of the other hand——

Xu Ying struck out with a sword, facing Lu Tingyun's sword move that had come to an end.

Lu Tingyun had no way to retreat. With a twist of his wrist, the sword deflected, and attached to the other arm, relying on his muscles and bones, he used his own sword to block Xu Ying's attack!

Sparks fly!

The white light was shining brightly, and the sound of Hongzhong's sword was powerful, and the sound wave expanded outwards along with the sword light, and hit the place that should have been the mountain wall, causing a ripple, and a mirage-like pavilion appeared.

It was a piece of pure white made of jade. The buildings near and far were exquisite and majestic. The details were exquisitely carved, and even the ground was engraved with complicated and magnificent patterns.

Song Huaichen only felt that he had seen it somewhere.

The sword aura emanating from Hongzhong was undoubtedly absorbed by the sword forest, and the phantoms holding the swords became more solid, their erratic figures seemed to be a white robe blown inflated by the strong wind.

Song Huaichen found it familiar, so he shifted his attention from Lu Tingyun to Xuying. A phantom noticed his gaze, bowed his hands to salute him, and then waved his hands to signal Song Huaichen to look at Lu Tingyun.

Song Huaichen looked over suspiciously, and saw a phantom standing behind Lu Tingyun also gestured to him, and then raised his sword to leave!

Lu Tingyun had just deflected an unexpected blow from the previous phantom, and the fight was at a stalemate, how could he have the time to deal with the second one?

And the phantom moved like a shadow, without any movement, Lu Tingyun didn't even realize that someone was pointing a sword at him from behind.

Song Huaichen frowned: "Two against one?"

The other party said openly that we were going to play two, how could Song Huaichen not express it?

Zhan Chen Jue was working, and a ray of spiritual light was pulled out, hitting the blade of the sword and hitting the tip of the sword.This sword grazed Lu Tingyun's arm, and cut a hole in his forearm.

Only then did Lu Tingyun realize that someone had attacked his back.

Lu Tingyun faced the phantom who made a face in his own image, and took the time to look behind him.

Zhan Chen Jue relies on pure spiritual power to operate, and with just one blow, the phantom behind Lu Tingyun absorbed enough spiritual power to create a face similar to the master of the spiritual power, Song Huaichen.