I'm afraid of myself

"Wait! Please wait!"

The blocking sound from the corner of the viewing platform did not affect the person who drew the sword at all.

The Taoist priest with white hair and snowy eyes frowned and wanted to make a move, but at the moment he made a move, a bright light flew from a distance and stopped him.

He Jinyang was unaware of the fighting on the audience stage. His fingers stroked the surface of the scabbard. The unpretentious shallow dents were of a dull color, and the lines displayed by the reflection of sunlight were not as gorgeous as modern magic weapons.

Unsophisticated, old-fashioned, it seems to go back to the ancient times at a glance. This is all about his sword.

This sword is called "Jie Zhan".

At that time, it followed the gods of the gods all the way from the fairy world to the demon world, killing 78 demons in the small thousand world, and massacred a large number of demons.

It can be said that the prestige of Jie Zhan was achieved by the demons.

Eliminate demons and defend the way, kill them all!

He felt the clean and righteous energy belonging to the Divine Wind Immortal Venerable melt into his body, and when he drew the sword, he only felt how the sword was so light, as light as if he was holding a wisp of wind in his hand.

In a trance, He Jinyang heard the tremor of Jie Zhan, and the endless humming told of closeness. He somehow knew that this sword was connected with his soul, and it would never hurt him.

Thinking of this, he evoked a smile, as if the peaks of the snow-capped mountains were melted by the sun and flowed into the grassland, generating a large swath of vibrant water.Gentleness and drowning appear together in the depths of the eyes, full of extraordinary flavors.

This smile was caught in the eyes of a person with an extraordinary status in the devil's way...

Xie Yanlai, who had heavy curtains, a fiery red coral color, and a face so beautiful that it was difficult to describe with pen and ink, squinted his eyes and looked at He Jinyang on the stage. There was darkness in the depths of his shining eyes.

For thousands of years, the Devil Emperor lacked nothing but the curiosity of an ordinary person. However, today it is rare for him to have the desire to explore a single person.

As for why?

It may even be subtle to himself.

That sword energy, that unusual aura...

Xie Yanlai keenly realized that the strength of the person on the stage might not be inferior to her own.

Where did this great power come from? Why have I never heard of it before?

The more and more obscure light and shadow passed through his eyes, and he looked at He Jinyang again with a more inquiring gaze.

The attendant next to him noticed the Lord's sideways gaze, and was surprised in his heart that someone could attract the attention of the Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm, one of the Ten Demon Emperors of the Devil's Dao. He couldn't help but also looked over, wondering who was so lucky.

If the line of sight can be realized, the eyes of the audience at this time are enough to make He Jinyang shoot through his body with thousands of arrows.

Under the eyes of everyone, He Jinyang pulled out his sword, as if he regarded all living beings as nothing, and focused all his attention on Jie Zhan, and Jie Zhan did not disappoint him.

When he draws a sword, he is no more gentle than picking up a gust of wind, and when he swings a sword, he is no less slower than wielding a gust of wind.

The trajectory of the sword pierced the sky, all the space along the way was squeezed and shattered, and then restored to its original shape in an instant, but the power of the moment the space was shattered was added to the momentum of the sword, making this sword as deep as a mountain.

Obviously lighter than willow leaves, obviously faster than Fufeng.

Can be in the eyes of the beholder.

It is as strong as thunder and furious, and it is as heavy as a green mountain.

The majesty of his sword slashing the yellow dragon reappears in the world, and the sense of oppression that hits the face makes the viewer tremble with fear.

Danger!

Feeling this pressure, the reflex nerves that have been fighting for many years quickly issued an alarm, and the 36 people who were supposed to be fighting on the ring unanimously erupted with the brilliance of magic weapons.

Colorful auras flooded the venue, creating a scene of astonishment where everyone on the stage is friends but everyone is the enemy.

The Xianjue Conference has never been an occasion for alliances. The common practice in this place is to fight on stage. Occasionally, there are a few special cases where one person crushes the entire audience.But people like He Jinyang are really a minority among the few, and it is rare to have such a time in the past thousand years!

There are a total of 36 white jade platforms in the three island-sized venues, and there are 36 masters on each white jade platform. However, the arena where He Jinyang is located has 37 people because he has one more.

Compared with other scenes of melee fighting in Baiyutai, the confrontation in this arena has become very obvious from the very beginning because of his actions.

He Jinyang alone, against the whole audience!

The confusing situation that was originally thought to be one more person turned out to be the stage with the clearest results in the audience.

Seeing that many people with deep hatred in private began to form alliances subconsciously, those who were familiar with them, at least familiar with one of their qualities, were all stunned on the spot.

Those who can participate in the Xianjue Conference will certainly not be weak, and they are all famous in fields other than the conference.

They dared to come to participate in such a cruel "hustle and bustle" of the Xianjue Conference, which just shows that each has its own strength and has experienced many battles!

However, facing the pressure brought by He Jinyang, they immediately handed over all their hole cards, which is the main reason why those people outside the arena were so stunned.

If you don't hand it over, you will die!

At a time like this, who the hell can control the past and old grievances.

No matter what other people speculated, those who faced the pressure of Jie Zhan gritted their teeth and broke out a desperate resistance.

Because they found that there was no way to fight back with that kind of power, and the only way to go was to strengthen the defense.

The brilliance on the stage is gorgeous, and the white jade is rendered into layers of rainbow colors under the colors of these spiritual treasures, but these strange phenomena fall into the eyes of the viewers.

"Qinglian ancient spirit shield, I never thought I could see this level of spirit treasure in my lifetime!"

"Yuexiyi, Linglongwan, the treasure of the Yue clan town that was wiped out a hundred years ago, it is really unimaginable, how did he get it?!"

"Bone and dry cloth umbrella, find 880 eight men who were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, remove their clothes, peel their skins, use the soul as the fire in the furnace, and choose the cloudy time to drain the oil and melt it into the old clothes after 68 days. Using clothes to make an umbrella, the defense of this umbrella is almost invincible, it is worthy of the method of the devil, it is simply insane!"

"The scorching sun has no shadow, and the ancestor-level power is invincible, and the Qingshan sect is also sacrificing everything!"

……

There was an uproar at the scene, but to He Jinyang, this was nothing compared to the breeze in his ears.

Jie Zhan whispered in his ears, and the swordsmanship that Shenfeng Xianzun had learned all his life was displayed by him, as if gathering the mountains of Kyushu into the sword.

The huge pressure made everyone present seem to be swallowed by the trajectory of the sword, their legs trembled, and their pupils shrank in fear.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead, back of his neck, back, etc., but the drops of sweat hadn't completely landed on the ground...

Jian Guang has already drawn an arc in the air.

Changes in an instant, the afterglow behind the sword light bursts into white snow, and the snowflakes fall, elegant and graceful, this is the sword technique of the god of the gods.

But when this pressure exploded in front of the eyes of the 36 people, not only those who faced it in person felt fear, but the voices in the audience also stopped at some point. Fill the whole body.

If He Jinyang didn't notice it, he only felt that his movements were extremely brisk, and the point of the sword stopped at the opponent's throat, which was an understatement of Xue Wuhen, but...

The first half-moon pattern flashes, the head is separated, the corpse falls to the ground, and the aura of the Qinglian ancient spirit cover, which is known as invincible in defense, is extinguished.

The second round moon pattern appeared, and a line appeared on the forehead of the man pointed at by the sword, blood drops fell, the eyes of the deceased were filled with unwillingness, the Yuexi clothes were torn apart in an instant, and Linglong pill fell to the ground.

When the full moon pattern covered the whole venue, the umbrellas covered with withered bones, the scorching sun without face cover and other treasures extinguished their brilliance one by one, for a moment, the whole venue was filled with the powerless wailing of rare spirit treasures.

Jie Zhan trembled coquettishly in his hand, similar to its murder weapon, unless it is of the same level, any magic weapon is useless in front of it.

Jie Zhan, Jie Zhan, just like its name, its sword is so sharp that it can cut everything!

He Jinyang felt that maybe he was really different. He didn't feel uncomfortable after killing so many people, and he was still in the mood to caress this murder weapon that had just devoured his life. His faint voice could make others hear the taste of pampering.

"Naughty."

The voice without blame stopped in the air, and at the same time, screams erupted from the other 35 white jade platforms, and the phantom of the moon pattern appeared in the sky above the ring, and then turned into falling snow and fell gently.

The beautiful snow falls in the past, but now there is a kind of terror of burying human corpses in the snow and dying with unsatisfactory death.

Everyone who reacted felt cold all over after knowing it!

It turned out that this person's goal was not on the 36 people, but all the 36 people in the venue!

When those who were fighting fell to the ground, they never expected that there would be an attack from other rings. They kept their expressions of disbelief even when they died. The scene was so tragic that it cannot be commented on.

The Xianjue Conference seemed to be blown by a gust of cold wind from the extreme north. Everyone's expressions were stiff, and the eyes looking at He Jinyang were so fearful that they seemed to see ghosts and ghosts.

Which seal is this monster that escaped, can anyone take him in?

All of a sudden, this idea spread everywhere, and all the people who came to watch the Fairy Awakening Conference were whispering.

Xie Yanlai raised his eyebrows and leaned forward. When He Jinyang drew his sword for the first time, he said "ah" softly, his eyes full of interest, and then he did not give the waiter a chance to ask. See how it is tilted.

"Don't you think it's too much?"

At this moment, a cold and upright voice came.

He Jinyang glanced over, only to see a man with white hair and snowy eyes, and a man in Taoist uniform looking at him seriously, with lines between his brows in the shape of flames, and light blue crystals knotted between his brows.

With a sweep of dust, the white-haired and snow-eyed man looked at the blood-stained Baiyutai, his brows furrowed deeply.

Originally, the first match of the Xianjue Conference was mainly about fighting. Although many people would die at the end of each match, there were still twenty or thirty people left to participate in the next match, but this time the culprit was added. Twelve, it can be said that it is the highest number of deaths in the Xianjue Conference in recent years.

Thinking of this, he tightened his fingers, and with a dust whisk on his shoulder, he stared at He Jinyang coldly with an angry look on his face.

This person is definitely not a person in the right way!

The other party's calm expression had already been regarded by the Taoist priest as a monster who hadn't been born for a long time before killing him.

But no matter how annoyed he was, the person he was hostile to slowly withdrew Jie Zhan, just like the understatement when he started, no one could imagine how this elegant and noble man killed all directions just now.

He Jinyang took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his blood-stained palms. His fingers were slender, his skin was fair, and his movements were careful and cautious.

That is to say, this attitude has the magical power of involuntarily silencing his voice, even the white-haired person who questioned him also stopped talking and stared at him instead.

Then after he finished these things, he casually threw away the handkerchief, and He Jinyang casually looked back at the other party's eyes.

"What's with you?"

The nearby audience gasped when they heard what he said. Does he know who he is talking to?

That is the Great Elder of the Remonstrance Sect, and the crane pattern on his waist represents his incomparable position in the righteous way. How can this kind of Taishan Beidou be provoked by others!

Now everyone was worried whether the elder Leng, who was always cold outside and hot inside, would explode on the spot and jump off the stage to fight someone.

However, things don't seem to be going the way they thought, at least what Mr. Leng Bai noticed first was not He Jinyang's bad words.

The ink eyes are ruthless...

When meeting his eyes for the first time, Mr. Leng Bai had this idea, and then the other party's words aroused the anger in his heart after a half-beat, but compared with his past situation, it was no longer the level of thunder's anger.

"you……!"

Before he could speak, the person who stopped him before stopped him again.

This person is exactly the prodigal son Feng Chuixi from the cultivating family who has been at odds with him since he was a child. By the way, even if Feng Chuixi spends three days fishing and two days drying the net, his strength is about the same as that of the diligent Leng Baijun, all because he is A very small number of monks with Tianlinggen.

Mr. Leng Bai could hear Feng Fuxi's unscrupulous laughter from a long distance away.

Feng Fuxi: "Hahaha, interesting and interesting, I didn't expect such an interesting person to come to this year's Xianjue Conference."

Leng Baijun looked towards the east, and the distance did not prevent him from finding the person who spoke.

"Wind blowing west, what do you have to say?"

Feng Chuixi blinked his eyes and said innocently: "Do I need to say anything?" Before Leng Baijun raised his eyebrows angrily, he changed his words very experienced, "Okay, if you need it very much," he waved his hand at He Jinyang , he knew that the other party could see it, "Senior, let's make friends. My name is Feng Chuixi, and the benefits are very good to be friends with me. Of course, believe it or not."

He Jinyang: "..."

Lord Leng Bai was furious: "Wind - blow - west!"

Feng Chuixi haha ​​said: "Not good, the wind is tight, it's annoying, everyone remember to stop Leng Baijun!"

As expected of the surname Feng, his legs and feet are really sharp. The moment Leng Baijun was stopped by the people beside him, he had already run away and disappeared.

He Jinyang didn't say a word, but his meaningful eyes swept over the two people who seemed to be at odds. Judging from his experience, the stagnant atmosphere at the scene because of him became active again.

Originally, which session of the Immortal Awakening Conference did not kill people?This year, however, more people died, a little earlier.

The onlookers who didn't want to admit that they were afraid had already started to hypnotize themselves. This was all thanks to the active atmosphere between the two just now, otherwise they would still be ashen-faced and didn't know what to do, and they wouldn't have the aftertaste of pretending to be relaxed at all.

He could easily see what these people were thinking, and he gave a "puchi" laugh.

He Jinyang is good-looking, and even more so when he smiles. Those who see his smile are immediately moved to see the snow lotus blooming and the lingxiao flower blooming.

It was a kind of haughty and pure beauty, which could be seen from a distance but not played with.

It's a pity that He Jinyang planned to leave after just a smile.

Leng Baijun, who is also a cold beauty, frowned when he saw this, and said coldly: "Wait!"