Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

All kinds of things in the world are always coincidental.

For example, Mu Hong just came here to apply pressure, and in a blink of an eye Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan took the turn of Mu Qingxue and Fang Chilai respectively.

For another example, it happened to happen that they happened on the same day and the same night.

Once the news came out, there was a sensation immediately.

When the Golden Crow falls to the west and the colorful clouds return to the mountain, the two attics of the Golden Osmanthus Palace are bustling and crowded with people.

Whether to go to see the west pavilion or the south pavilion suddenly became a difficult choice.

Nange is the current proud daughter of heaven, Mu Qingxue, the phoenix fairy of the Mu family, and Lin Lingqing, the chief true disciple of Taoist Xuyun, who is amazingly talented and brilliant.

In Xige, Fang Chifei, the young son of the Zhu Qi family who is like the rising sun, is facing off against Xu Yun's second true disciple, Fang Zhiyuan, who was expelled from the Fang family back then.

No matter which one it is, it can be called a wonderful battle that is rare in hundreds of years.

In the inn, Xu Yun's members were also very conflicted.

Well, where are they going to look...

Fang Zhiyuan was sitting on the ground wiping his long knife, and seeing a few people in distress, he lazily licked his thin lips: "Okay, still pretending, don't you all want to accompany my senior brother?"

Ye Huaguo puffed up her cheeks: "W-why! Anyway, I have to go with Brother Fang! Jin and Jingui Palace are too much, how can I ask my brother to fight twice in a row!"

Xun Mingsi sighed: "Brother Fang Er, I am also very worried about your appearance."

Song Youdu expressionlessly... nodded.

Fang Zhiyuan frowned: "?"

What happened to him?

Why are you looking at him with that weird look?

"Second Senior Brother," Xun Mingsi hesitated for a while, but still said, "Are you really... sure to insist on using this knife?"

Fang Zhiyuan took a white cloth from his side and wrapped it around the blade, and said concisely: "I know."

"Mingsi don't try to persuade him, he does have a lot."

Lin Lingqing's voice was loose.He leaned over and blew out the candles, and opened the door first to go out, "All of you go to the West Pavilion. Just help me keep an eye on your second senior brother, and don't make him go crazy."

After all, he took the lead out of the inn door, and his shoulders sank after walking a few steps.

Looking sideways, it turned out that Fang Zhiyuan's knife handle was on his shoulder, "Brother, don't forget, there are only three things."

Lin Lingqing was helpless, "I know, I know."

……

Golden Osmanthus Palace, West Pavilion.

The lights are like daylight, and the voices are full of people.

Zhu Qi's eldest son, Fang Chizhen, with his arms crossed and his chest proud, was surrounded by a group of disciples from the Fang family.

Beside him, Fang Zhilong's resentment over being refined by Song Youdu's sword rose instead, and he said sadly: "Brother, in this fight, we should leave Fang Zhiyuan with some hidden wounds that ordinary doctors can't heal. ! When the time comes, those guys named Xu Yun who came out of the mountains will kneel on the ground and beg for mercy."

Fang Chiqi squeezed his fingers: "Don't worry, you will calm down later."

Fang Zhilong's face showed joy.

Opposite them, from a distance, Xu Yun and his disciples could be seen walking through the crowd, and the leader in black was Fang Zhiyuan.

Fang Chizheng's face darkened.

In fact, he was not as relaxed as he appeared.

Since Jingui showed his opponent this time, his father, family elders, and even the Supreme Elder who has protected Zhu Qi's family for hundreds of years...all have sent him messages one after another in various ways, telling him personally: To start the fight directly, and to win quickly, stepping Fang Zhiyuan into the mud hard.

Don't waste your time before the fight, don't let Fang Zhiyuan say "certain words" in front of many spectators.

Even just two quarters of an hour ago, Fang Tinghai, the head of the Fang family, put his hands on his shoulders and solemnly ordered:

"Xiao'er, listen up. In terms of cultivation, you broke through the Golden Elixir two years ago, and your aura is far superior to him; in terms of resources, the elixirs and immortal weapons given to you by your family will never be inferior to anyone else; in terms of martial arts The moves, Taoist Xuyun is a great power during the tribulation period, but the Taoist is a sword cultivator, and his skills have been handed down to Lin Lingqing. Fang Zhiyuan wants to repair the sword, and he is a rebellious character who never respects the teacher and respects the way. The end is predictable And know."

"Not to mention...that damn animal's dantian has a fatal flaw! After exhausting himself with Xia Tinglan in the previous match, he will never be able to beat you."

Fang Chilu's heart turned cold: "Father, my child understands."

Fang Tinghai's brows were filled with dark clouds: "You will definitely win this match, the important thing is how to win, you know? That wicked beast has been extremely arrogant since he was a child, and as long as he loses to you in an embarrassing manner, he will definitely not be able to hold back his face Lament and lament in front of everyone."

"No matter what...don't let him tell the old things!!"

Fang Chifei was nervous.

He is very clear about some things that cannot be seen in the light.

It is true that Fang Zhiyuan is a disaster star, but if the inhumane things that the Fang family did to him back then were found out...

Don't mention others, just talk about Lu Kuifu's upright and upright disposition, and he will definitely not tolerate them.

As the hour approached, the shouts from the audience became louder and louder.

"Fang Shizi!"

"Fang Shizi!—"

On the one hand, there is a noble and handsome son of a genius family with extraordinary background, and on the other is an evil star who has been expelled from the immortal family for many years and has a bad reputation. It is self-evident that the audience will lean towards that side in their hearts.

Not to mention that Fang Chizheng's cultivation level is already higher than Fang Zhiyuan's. Many people who came to see this competition are actually looking forward to seeing how the eldest son of Zhu Qi's family will severely slap that unpopular but arrogant curse star in the face. .

Fang Chiqi stepped on his feet, and his figure rose several feet out of thin air, and he landed on the competition platform gracefully.

He was wearing a bright red brocade robe, and the Nine Fire Vermilion Qi totem on his chest was shining brightly, which immediately caused cheers from the audience, mixed with the cries of the female cultivators.

On the opposite side of the competition stage, the young fairy in black was sitting on the ground as if no one else was there, with a long knife wrapped in white cloth in his hand.

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his pitch-black eyes, and slowly removed the white cloth, thinking that it was this knife that made the younger brothers and sisters feel frightened, and couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable.

He didn't speak, and he didn't look at anyone.He just tilted his head slightly, letting a ray of moonlight fall on the side of the cold white face.

A few strands of scattered black hair hang around the corners of the eyes, showing a bit of wildness and evilness for no reason.

The referee shouted: "It's time! Start the test—"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Chilai stretched out his hands and slowly bent his fingers.

The air gradually became hot, and a long knife slowly emerged under Shizi's finger, glowing red like a flame in the night.

The audience exclaimed: "The son of Zhu Qi has shown his sword!"

Fang Zhiyuan was finally willing to stand up, the white cloth was completely loosened, and fell to the ground with the wind.

What was exposed was an impossibly broken and dirty iron knife, covered with dried blood and mud, and rusted everywhere.

Just the scabbard, let alone dozens of damaged scratches, even makes people doubt whether the blade inside can be pulled out intact.

The spectators in the audience didn't know what to do, and were stunned.

Some people can't help laughing:

"Hey, what kind of scrap metal is that?"

"Can that be called a knife? Is it a rusty iron plate?"

"This, Fang Zhiyuan, is he crazy... Could it be that he knows he is invincible and wants to show weakness and beg for mercy in this way?"

Ye Huaguo was worried, and asked Xun San in a low voice: "Senior brother, is this... is this really all right?"

Xun Mingsi closed his eyes and opened them again: "It's okay. Brother Fang Er said that he has the number, but since even the senior brother said he has the number... then it must be true."

In stark contrast to the spectators below, it was Fang Chizheng's face that suddenly faded, with a ferocious expression, "You...you expelled bastard! How dare you take out this knife!?"

At the same time, the faces of countless Fang family disciples also changed.

How could they not see that although the iron knife was rusty and rotten, it was clearly the standard long knife used by the guards of the Fang family!

Back then, Fang Zhiyuan, who was still a child, carried such a knife and escaped from Fang's house covered in blood on a night when a demon attacked.

Fang Chiqi suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if he saw a vengeful ghost crawling out of the abyss.

Don't dare to hesitate any longer.He took a step forward, his figure suddenly blurred and twisted for a moment, then disappeared immediately!

Fang Zhiyuan stood there with the knife in his hand, his eyes lowered.The lights flickered, and with the moonlight falling on the dirty scabbard, it fell on the gnarled hand.

exhort...

The rusty iron knife whispered softly, responding to the vague killing intent revealed by the master.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of a red knife appeared behind Fang Zhiyuan, slashing upwards and downwards with a terrifying force.

The spiritual energy churned like a giant dragon spewing flames, burning through the sky.

Fang Chiqi's eyes shone brightly, and he grinned: "Little misfortune...you shouldn't have come back!!"

Fang Zhiyuan raised his right hand holding the knife.

Just lifted, he didn't even draw the knife out of its sheath.

In fact, the ridicule of those spectators was not wrong.

His old knife was so rusted that it could not be pulled out.

But it didn't hinder him, because he didn't intend to draw the knife, he did it on purpose.

No matter how old this knife is, no matter how broken, no matter how rusty...

Then it is also a knife after all, it is Fang Zhiyuan's knife.

Fang Zhiyuan's sword can be used to slay gods and ghosts for all immortals and people, and can be used to break flowers and blow snow for those who are willing to retreat.

What is a mere Fang Chifei?

Also worthy of letting him draw a knife?

The next moment, when it is too late, it is too soon.

Clang! ——

The scabbard hit the blade, and sparks flew everywhere!

……

Jingui Palace, inner hall.

Footsteps sounded from the gate of the palace from far to near.

The golden-clothed monks lined up on both sides, bowing their heads deeply in salute.

"Congratulations on your return to the palace for the first time."

"Congratulations on your return to the palace for the first time."

The first thing that appeared from the night was a large dark gold robe.The sun and sweet-scented osmanthus are intertwined into a magnificent totem, just like a gilded ancient mural.

Wearing a robe, he was a very burly man, more than nine feet long, with broad shoulders and a broad back, with strong facial features, and a pair of tiger eyes that looked like thunderbolts and lightning, and he was not angry.

There was a lingering smell of blood on his body, and at the same time, the cold air of the dead Yin Yao was wrapped around him. It was obvious that he had just returned from a fierce battle, but it did not damage the invisible mighty aura on his body at all.

This temperament gives people a solid feeling.

It seems that as long as this man is here, the sky above the fairy world will never collapse; even if it does collapse one day, this man can push the sky back to it.

Lu Kuifu stepped into the hall, tore off his robe with one hand and threw it aside, his voice was like the dull bell in the mountain temple: "Prepare clean water, let me take a bath."

The Jingui Palace disciples on both sides showed shocking expressions.

Those who cultivate immortals do not touch dust.In the fairy world, bathing is more of a formality, representing the most solemn gift.

But, what is it, who can afford to wait for their fairy heads to be bathed and changed?

No one dared to talk too much, and the serving maids were silent and well-trained to prepare special clear fairy water.The monks in the Golden Osmanthus Palace all admire the Zunshou, but whatever Zunshou does must be right.

The lights of Jingui Palace flickered, and the shadows of people moved back and forth amidst the solemnity.

After a stick of incense, Immortal Lukuifu finished bathing and changing clothes.

He returned to his dormitory, knelt and sat alone in front of a giant mirror, his face as dark as an ancient well.

If anyone was here, they would definitely be shocked by the solemnity and solemnity on Xianshou's face.

What is it that can make this most honorable adult in the fairy world, this unparalleled powerhouse who has reached the end of the tribulation, show such an expression?

What kind of scene is reflected in that giant mirror?

Is the nine-fold thunder calamity about to descend on Liuhua Continent, or is it that the monster race in the Far West is planning to invade the human world?

No, neither.

Slowly reflected in the mirror is the scene of the South Pavilion of Jingui Palace.

The golden osmanthus is fragrant, and the full moon is in the sky.

There were a lot of people under the test stage, and it seemed that there were more people than in the west pavilion.At this time, exclamations were heard one after another in the crowd, and countless fanatical eyes were fixed on the competition stage.

The fighting on the field is intense.

They are all snow-white robes, and they are all snow-white long swords.

The two sword blades clanged and sang together, crossing each other, and the sword energy surged out in all directions.

There was a gap in the body, and Mu Qingxue's cheeks like white jade were reflected on Lin Lingqing's Tunan sword. She sneered and said: "Lin Mojun, in the public, do you still dare to use the reborn spirit to suppress me?" ?”

She is still dressed in snow-white brocade, with a longbow "shooting the moon" on her back, and a quiver tied around her waist.

The young girl's appearance was still immature, but she was already unbelievably beautiful. A long sword that looked like ice was emitting bursts of cold air in her hand.

Under the stands, a group of green-shirted scholars from Zhisong Academy were watching the battle.Some young students all asked in amazement: "Is the sword in Fairy Mu's hand the ancestral artifact of Baihuang Mu's family?"

It was Yuan Ziyi who answered: "That's right. Legend has it that the remnant soul of the ancient divine beast Baihuang resides in the sword, and its power is unparalleled."

The student said with emotion: "I didn't expect Mu Hong to have passed Yue Xiashuang to her at such a young age!"

In the blink of an eye, the two swords were dismantled for nearly a hundred moves.The huge osmanthus tree by the south attic, its branches and leaves trembled with the strong wind.

Lin Lingqing flicked the sword with his index finger, and whispered: "Even if I don't use the power of the soul, you can't beat me, why bother?"

With a clang, Tu Nanjian suddenly bounced Yuexiashuang away.

Mu Qingxue gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes were burning: "Baihuang bloodline, there is no coward who surrenders without a fight."

She fell back on the railing of the pavilion, suddenly sheathed her sword, drew the big bow behind her back with her backhand, and shot three arrows in succession!

Snow-white feathered arrows came through the wind.Lin Lingqing narrowed his eyes, the long sword flipped three times in an instant, and the three feathered arrows were picked up one after another.

"Strange." Yuan Ziyi murmured in confusion, "Why hasn't Xiaoxian Lin taken the initiative to make moves?"

Someone next to him heard him talking to himself, and immediately glared: "What are you talking about! This is clearly suppressed by Fairy Mu and only has the power to defend."

Yuan Ziyi was not good at arguing with others, so he just shook his head dully.

At this time, he suddenly felt a little cold.

freeze!

The spectators raised their heads in exclamation and pointed to the top of their heads.

It was clearly the season of golden autumn, yet there were snowflakes falling in midair.

The chill brought out by the sword qi condensed the water droplets in the air into snowflakes.

Mu Qingxue once again wielded the Immortal Sword Moon Frost, her feet touched, black hair fluttered, and the cold wind passed her side one after another.

The disciples of the Mu family were elated:

"It's 'Yuan Shan Han'! The starting move of Xue Ji's Seven Swords!"

Lin Lingqing swung his sword back to block, and the moment the white robe flipped, each sword pierced dozens of snowflakes; each snowflake was split into dozens of pieces by the sword energy in an instant.

The momentum of Mu Qingxue's sword changed again, her sword edge slowly slashed across a half arc, and the originally ethereal and distant artistic conception suddenly became heavy and solid, as if oppressed by snow clouds.

The second form of Xue Ji's Seven Swords is melancholy!

Lin Lingqing's horizontal sword quickly retreated, still only defending but not attacking.

Regarding Mu Qingxue's treatment, Fang Zhiyuan firmly told him not to think about it, but he couldn't think about it.

In his previous life, he had been separated from Fang Zhiyuan for many years. As a senior brother, he was unable to share the sorrows and joys and sufferings with his junior brother, and he was unable to accompany and support his junior brother when he was in the most difficult or most desolate time.

Up to now, Fang Zhiyuan's grievances are his grievances.

But when grievances and hatred are intertwined, who can be calm?

Lin Ling lowered his eyes and rested his fingers on Tunan's sword hilt.

"The law of safety and security in the world..."

He murmured as if singing, so softly that no one could hear him.

Yep.

hatred.

Both.

If he can prevent the tragedy of the immortal misfortune in this life, he will return to Taiqing Island with Zhiyuan as promised on Suzhou when he came here.

Don't ask about mundane affairs, forget the troubles of the past.From then on, if there is no further involvement with the Mu family's father and daughter, it will be fine.

But this competition is already in front of them, and they cannot avoid it.

Lin Lingqing seeks a double perfection.

If he can't handle even one competition, where can he seek a fulfillment in this life?

Mu Qingxue jumped up, her sword intent became stronger.She swung her sword in the air, the fifth style of Xue Ji's Seven Swords, "Sour Fields Clear and Solitary".

Suddenly the cold wind blew down countless sweet-scented osmanthus.

The golden sweet-scented osmanthus shattered on the tip of the sword, and the tip went straight forward!

The silver light flashed.

……

boom! !

Blood splashed in the air in the West Pavilion.

The iron knife scabbard pierced through the golden osmanthus, and mercilessly hit the bare cheek above, and the countless petals shattered by the knife energy were all stained red by the wildly sprayed blood!

Zhu Qi's son flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The lantern shook violently, and the shadow swayed with it.Fang Zhiyuan stepped hard on the railing of the pavilion.The railing broke, and he jumped up with the force of the recoil, and the scabbard fell down again.

Fang Chizheng was hit by this volley before he landed on the ground, and there was a loud noise, and his whole body was smashed into the ground!

Vigorous energy vibrated like waves tumbling, huge cracks burst open on the field, and dust accompanied by sawdust flew up.

After a few breaths, the dust dissipated, and Fang Chizheng collapsed on the ground in a large font. Fang Zhiyuan's knees were pressed against Prince Zhu Qi's neck.

boom!

boom! !

"Little misfortune."

The deep and magnetic young voice sounded in the venue of the West Pavilion, with a hint of anger in it.

"—You deserve to be called too?"

The audience fell silent in fear.

Because it was too quiet, even the sound of swallowing saliva and the sound of teeth chattering and colliding could be heard clearly.

No one thought that this competition would go in this way.

The spectators guessed that it would be one-sided, but they guessed wrong which side to fall.

Fang Chilu had almost no strength to fight back, and was played by Fang Zhiyuan with a broken iron knife in the applause.

Even the referee turned blue.Fang Chiqi's status is extraordinary, and he must not have killed himself in Jingui Palace. At this moment, he didn't know whether to call for a stop.

Fang Chizheng's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his complexion was as pale as a ghost: "A demon...you are a demon..."

Holding an iron knife in his hand, Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were too dark to see a gleam of light, and he sneered hoarsely: "I tell you, there are some things that I don't care about anymore."

If Fang Chizhen had given up early in the morning, he would never have looked at his nominal brother, and would have gone straight to the West Pavilion to see Mu Qingxue fighting with his senior brother.

boom! !

"Ah—" Fang Chifei screamed, his nose was smashed by the iron knife, and his face was covered with blood, "You, you..."

"It's because you insist on provoking me, obstructing my eyes, and making me unhappy by saying things I shouldn't say...then I have no choice but to ask for it back."

"I heard that Fang Shizi's aptitude is extremely high, and his cultivation speed is more than ten times that of ordinary people...Huh?"

As if realizing what the person in front of him wanted to do next, Fang Chiqi shook like a sieve, "No, no, you can't do this!! I admit defeat, I admit defeat-"

Fang Zhiyuan hooked the corners of his lips.He lifted Fang Chiqi's skirt with one hand, and slammed it on the pillar of the pavilion.

"Cough!" Fang Chiqi's eyes bulged, he kicked his feet in panic, "You madman! This is the Jingui test, I have already surrendered, you can't touch me..."

The referee felt that something was wrong and hurriedly yelled: "Stop! The victory and defeat have been decided——"

Fang Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear to it, turned his palm into a blade, and slammed his finger into Fang Chilai's lower abdomen!

"what--!!!"

In an instant, Fang Chizheng's eyeballs protruded upwards, and a tragic howl erupted from his throat!The severe pain made him twitch crazily, his throat rattled, and blood kept gushing out.

Snapped.

It seems that some tendon or skin was stretched to the extreme, and then the sound finally stopped.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyuan's expression was not manic and bloodthirsty.The moment he pulled his hand away, he was even very calm.

Blood dripped from his fingers.

There was something soft, soaked in black and red blood, lying on his palm even with flesh.

At this moment, the moonlight is also gloomy.

A terrified voice came from among the spectators:

"He... what did he tear off?"

"That is……"

"That's the dan core in the dantian!!"

Some young masters and young ladies who were pampered and spoiled even rolled their eyes and squatted on the ground: "Ugh...!"

The guards and elders of the Fang family rushed to the stage like crazy.

"My son!!"

"Oh my god, what a crime..."

Fang Chiqi had already passed out with foam at the mouth, and his limbs were still twitching unconsciously.The doctor stepped forward and shook his head with a pale face.

Fang Chilu...was abolished...

The heir apparent of the Fang family, who may even be the Patriarch of the Fang family a hundred years later, unexpectedly tore apart the core of the elixir that was expelled by the family in a gold and osmanthus test that should have become famous.

Dan Xin, that is the foundation of a monk's cultivation...

Fang Zhiyuan stepped off the competition platform.

The crowd in the audience suddenly vacated a small space silently.

Those in the gap were Xun San, Ye Si, and Song Wuna.

Someone recognized the three Xuyun true disciples who came to watch the battle, so they moved away in fear.

The night seemed to become sticky and heavy, and there was a faint smell of blood.

The three were silent for a long time.

A gentle smile suddenly curled up on Xun Mingsi's lips, and he sighed, "I'm relieved."

Ye Huaguo caressed her chest and laughed: "I, I'm also relieved."

Song Youdu nodded in agreement: "Don't worry."

Xun Mingsi said: "In the past few days, the second senior brother has behaved like that, and he has stopped fighting with the senior senior brother, and he has stopped causing trouble. Even the Fang family has no reaction when they are right in front of them. To be honest, I am really worried."

Song Youdu said: "This is the second senior brother."

The three hurried forward and surrounded Fang Zhiyuan in the middle.

As for the others, they don't care.

……

At this moment, the South Pavilion is snowing heavily.

Mu Qingxue's Xueji Seven Swords have been used all once, and Lin Lingqing is still intact.

Although the battle situation is still stalemate, no one dared to say that Mu Qingxue has the upper hand.

There was a sheet of cold white smoke on the competition stage, and the inside was full of snow and frost.Mu Qingxue clasped Yuexiashuang with both hands, panting slightly.

Suddenly the sword light swayed from it, Lin Lingqing was dressed in a white robe, and his black hair was messy.The long sword parted the wind and snow, and he fell from midair, saying: "It's my turn."

The Tunan sword was tilted sideways in his hand, and suddenly, the temperature around him dropped again.

He didn't move, but the sword intent around him suddenly rose.

The wind and snow rise from the silent place!

Rifts of frost climbed up the competition platform and spread to the feet of the two of them.

The huge osmanthus tree next to the West Pavilion also had a layer of thin ice at the root of the tree, reflecting a clear moonlight!

Mu Qingxue blocked the sword, her pupils constricted suddenly.

At this moment, the girl's face seemed to be whiter than her own sword, she murmured blankly: "This is impossible..."

"This...this...this..."

Under the stage, a disciple of the Mu family exclaimed: "This is the 'Yuanshanhan' of Xueji Seven Swords!!"

Yuan Ziyi murmured in astonishment: "It's really the Seven Swords of Xueji. How could it be the Seven Swords of Xueji? Immortal Lin—how could it be possible to use the ancestral swordsmanship of the Mu family!?"

Mu Hong's face has become extremely ugly.

Sitting in a high position, he clenched his fingers bit by bit as he listened to the increasingly loud discussions of the disciples of the Mu family and monks from other sects.

"Patriarch." An elder whispered anxiously.

"...Lin Lingqing." Mu Hong's eyes became darker, and he took a deep breath, "Okay, I really deserve to be a fairy genius that Taoist Xuyun loves and loves."

He clenched his fist too tightly and crushed a finger with a click.

There is always a kind of person in the world, who can fly thousands of miles with the effort of others taking one step; who can learn three things in a quarter of an hour while others spend an hour learning one thing.

Ordinary people look up to those people and call them geniuses.

But there is still a difference between a genius and a genius.

Mu Qingxue is a genius. She drew Qi at the age of four, and established the foundation at the age of six. Now she is only eighteen years old, and she has already formed a golden core, and she has cultivated the Seven Swords of Xueji to the level that can attract Frost and Snow.

Lin Lingqing is also a genius, although he has long since denied that he is a genius. In his previous life, he still said to Mu Hong before he died, "I am dull in talent and have no ambitions. I only like to raise fish, grow flowers and have children."

However, he only watched the Seven Swords of Xueji once, and with the addition of some blurred memories from the past, he was able to use it exactly, even better than Mu Qingxue.

——Demon Lord Lin Lingqing is such a genius.

At this level, in fact, very few people still call this kind of genius a genius.

People are more inclined to call it ghosts, evildoers, or monsters...in short, not people.

"Look good, Fairy Mu."

Lin Lingqing also pointed at Tunan sword, bringing up the colder snow, and he said calmly: "I will teach you how to use the sword."

When the wrist is turned, the sword energy sweeps away, which is "Sorrowful Yunning".

Mu Qingxue's heart was filled with humiliation.

She is not reconciled, she does not believe, she is not convinced, even in her previous life, she has practiced the Seven Swords of Xueji for more than a hundred years, how could she be inferior to Lin Lingqing, an outsider?

She raised her sword to roll up the ice and snow, and greeted her with the same move "Sorrowful Cloud Ning"!

The moment the two swords collided, Mu Qingxue did not encounter any resistance.

Feeling cold.

That majestic "Sorrowful Cloud Ning"...is it a false move?

In an instant, Tu Nanjian slanted upwards from the opening in her ribs, changing from the second form "Sorrowful Yun Ning" to the sixth form "Shuang Hua Chang Jin".

The blade of the sword brought out a cool gleam of cold light.

The rushing aura sent Mu Qingxue flying!

Mu Qingxue choked out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and it condensed into red frost in a blink of an eye.

Lin Lingqing held the sword behind his back and jumped to catch up.The white robe flew under the moon, and the brilliance flowed on the blade of the sword like a clear spring.

The figures of the two left the ground of the pavilion and landed on the top of the osmanthus tree, with more than ten moves of sword energy.

Every time Mu Qingxue made a move, her momentum was suppressed by a point, and she fell a foot down.

The branch was crushed by crackling, Lin Lingqing hung over her all the time and drew his sword, with a calm expression, and the sword was as fast as rain!

"How, how is it possible..."

The spectators were stunned speechless.

It took a long time before someone murmured: "I'm not dreaming."

"Snow Phoenix... has no power to fight back..."

Terrible silence permeated among the disciples of the Mu family.

They looked at each other, each face pale.

Is this... really the eldest lady they admire day and night?Is it really the snow phoenix that is as elusive as iceberg snow lotus?

If it was really a phoenix, why... would it be so embarrassing?

Mu Qingxue finally fell from the canopy, only a few feet away from the ground.She gritted her teeth and drew out her sword vigorously, Lin Lingqing greeted him calmly.

The moves coincided with each other.

They are all the last moves of Xueji's Seven Swords, Tianya Xueji.

"Tianya Xueji" vs "Tianya Xueji"!

boom--

The giant golden osmanthus tree exploded!

Every little golden osmanthus froze into ice flowers the moment they were blown into the sky.

There are thousands of ice and snow sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, riding the gust of sword energy straight up to the sky, under the round moon like a round wall, shining dazzling gold and silver light.

This scene is so beautiful that it is not like the world, everyone is crazy.

This battle is destined to be recorded in history.

"cough……!"

Mu Qingxue fell, spat out a mouthful of blood again, and knelt down on one knee.

She stared at Lin Lingqing with a pained look on her face, as if she wanted to stand up, but fell back weakly.

Zheng.

Tu Nanjian's sword sound was clear and cold.

Lin Lingqing slowly lowered his eyelashes, and put his sword back into its sheath.

The wind and snow gradually dissipated, and the sky in the South Pavilion cleared up.

From no snow to falling snow, then to heavy snowstorms, and finally the snow was clear and the sky was clear.This is the true profound meaning of Xue Ji's Seven Swords.

The referee shouted: "The victory and defeat have been divided! Xu Yunzong Lin Lingqing, win—"

Lin Lingqing exhaled lightly, he raised his head slightly, and the snow particles hanging on his eyebrows melted away.

At this moment, his state of mind is also clear and clear, with a bright moon in the sky, and a piece of clarity.

Mu Qingxue was half kneeling on the ground, her eyes were out of focus, her face was ashen, she seemed to have lost her soul.

Lin Lingqing held his sword and saluted: "Fairy Mu, accept."

He turned around with shocking and complicated eyes, thinking to himself: This fight was a bit ruthless.

After this battle, the prestige of the Mu family will definitely plummet, the faith of the disciples will collapse, and Mu Qingxue's reputation as the proud phoenix will hardly be as good as it used to be.

In the two lifetimes combined, this girl has probably never suffered such a blow and humiliation.

But Lin Lingqing knew very well in his heart that Mu Qingxue did not lose to Xue Ji's Seven Swords.

This is crap.

People have been practicing for hundreds of years, but I have only watched it once or twice. He didn't really become a monster, how can he compare?

Mu Qingxue lost by the sword.

In other words, he lost in the way of the sword.

Youdao is ever-changing.There are tens of thousands of swordsmanship in the world, just like countless small streams, all of which will eventually flow into the sea called the Dao of Swords.

And Lin Lingqing's understanding of the way of the sword is enough to completely suppress Mu Qingxue.

This is not a competition between two Golden Core Stage sword cultivators; it is a competition between a Transcending Tribulation Stage sword cultivator and a Nascent Soul Stage sword cultivator, each borrowing a Golden Core Stage sword cultivator's shell.

So Mu Qingxue is doomed not to win.Not to mention using Xueji's Seven Swords, even if she used Xueji's Seventy Swords, she couldn't win.

As for Lin Lingqing, let alone learning the Seven Swords of Xueji, even if he learned the basic 25 moves of swordsmanship from Shen Xiaojiang, he would still be able to win.

Lin Lingqing had already stepped off the competition stage, and caught a glimpse of Mu Hong surrounded by disciples of the Mu family, his eyes were as cold as iron.

He returned a fluffy smile.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Mu Qingxue being helped down, the girl was languid, still trembling and coughing up blood.

Lin Lingqing thought to himself: As for this snow phoenix...

She's a genius after all.

I almost discovered her flaws in Xue Ji's Seven Swords, and when she regains her senses, she will definitely benefit a lot.

Going back from this competition, if Lin Lingqing counts well, she will have an epiphany within three days, and a breakthrough within half a month.

If you can grind this haughty mind along the way, your achievements in this life will definitely be far better than those in your previous life.

In this competition, repaying kindness and revenge are both correct, so it can be regarded as a combination of both.

The crowd on both sides shivered to make a way.Lin Lingqing let go of the hilt of Tunan's sword, and stared suddenly.

"..."

Slowly raising her hand in front of her, her slender fingers were covered with frost.

... After all, he has never practiced the Mu family's inner strength skills.Forcibly using Xue Ji's Seven Swords, and being bitten by the cold air, he was somewhat affected.

Lin Lingqing's thoughts sank, and her fingers clenched tightly.The frost on the fingertips instantly shattered into snow foam that was invisible to the naked eye, dissipating in the air.

——It’s a small price to pay, but that’s all.

Suddenly hearing the commotion ahead, Lin Lingqing raised his head, and the familiar figures gradually became clear, they were his juniors and younger brothers and sisters.

It turns out that the battle in the West Pavilion is over.

Fang Zhiyuan walked towards him first, with a sharp evil spirit still in his eyes, and the moonlight fell on the black shirt.

Lin Lingqing smiled: "Oh, I'm one step behind you, I lost."

He knew that Zhiyuan would habitually hold his hand in the next moment, so he gently rubbed his cold fingers in his sleeve to warm them up with spiritual power.

Sure enough, Fang Zhiyuan naturally stood beside him, held his elder brother's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Fang Chiqi is dead."

Although he had washed the blood on his body with spells before coming here, he still stretched out his blood-free left hand.

Lin Lingqing saw Xun San, Ye Si and Song Wu following behind him, followed by a large group of people with fearful eyes, and immediately understood what was going on.

Although the rule of the Jingui test is that seeking revenge is not allowed, it is rare in the world that the two of them offended the Fang family and the Mu family at the same time.I don't know if the days to come will be difficult.

Lin Lingqing was in a daze unconsciously.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't leave, just stood beside him and looked at him.

The three of Xun Mingsi didn't move, they stood a little distance away and looked at the two of them.

When Lin Lingqing woke up, he found that the spectators had almost dispersed, and his family's younger brothers and sisters were still there.

"..."

"Let's go, we're all gone," Lin Lingqing tugged on Fang Zhiyuan's sleeve, and walked out of Jingui Palace first, "Go back to the inn to sleep."

Of course, he thought to himself, it was impossible to sleep.

Just now, Lin Lingqing remembered a big event.

Lin Lingqing couldn't help being a little frustrated that he almost forgot about such an important matter, and a little annoyed that Fang Zhiyuan didn't remind him.

But at this time Fang Zhiyuan called him "Senior Brother", Lin Lingqing raised his eyes, and there was a bit of determination in the tip of his eyes.

Fang Zhiyuan was slightly startled, "What's wrong?"

The palace gate of Jingui Palace is already in sight, and the magnificent carvings are sinking in the night.The three of Xun Mingsi who were walking behind also came forward, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Lin Lingqing said: "You guys go first, go back to the inn and sleep well."

Xun Mingsi frowned: "What about you?"

Lin Lingqing pulled Fang Zhiyuan to his side: "I will accompany you to a place with Second Senior Brother Fang."

Xun Mingsi: "Where are you going?"