Master Xiu is cultivating

Once the "sky" is broken, the outer layer is still the sky, with blue and white clouds, which is no different from the "sky" on this layer.

But everyone in the Xuantian Sword Sect knows that what this big Xuanhuang hand broke was not the sky, but a layer of painted skin around the sect.

In the Great Thousand World, all mountain gates cannot be easily pryed into, otherwise there would be no secret methods in the sect.So the monks came up with their own unique tricks: some moved the sect into the wilderness, surrounded by monsters and beasts, making it difficult for ordinary people to approach; Then they worked hard and spent several generations of energy to build a large formation, which integrates defense and confusion, and protects the sect in it; those who are skilled in refining weapons refine a piece of magic that can cover up all the mountains, rivers, and swamps, pretending to be a magic weapon. The painted skin of another scene covers the entire mountain gate, making it difficult for people to see the inner world clearly.

The Xuantian Sword Gate is hidden in a piece of landscape painting.

The mountain protection array is constantly operating, guarding this world like an iron bucket, making it difficult for evil spirits to invade.Looking from the inside to the outside, the sky is no different from the sky outside. Looking from the outside, the mountains are no different from ordinary mountains.How did these people find the location of the Xuantian Sword Gate when the Zongmen closed the mountain protection formation and opened it, and forcibly tore off that layer of painting skin, ignoring the mountain protection formation? Questions emerged in everyone's mind.

"Hahahahahahaha - I don't need to be invited, I will do it myself!"

Amidst the clearer laughter, the big black hand completely tore a hole in the "sky" above everyone's heads. A group of more than ten people came in through the hole, walked in the air as if walking on flat ground, until they reached the "sky" where they met Xu. The position where the elders stand is at the same height.

The leader was a big man, eight feet tall, with a hulking back, extremely thick eyebrows, and he kept laughing like thunder.

He stood opposite Elder Xu, seemed extremely happy, put his hands on his stomach, and said, "Look, I just came in right now?"

The expression on Elder Xu's face was originally extremely calm. After looking at the big man for a moment, he suddenly smiled: "Good method."

The big man laughed loudly: "I'm overwhelmed, hahahahaha——"

The dozen or so people behind him, tall and short, old and young, didn't seem to think it was funny, and they didn't speak or laugh from the beginning to the end.

The people in Xuantian Sword Sect below also didn't speak.

Among the young disciples, those who are not high enough, naturally cannot see the cultivation of this big man.Among the peak masters of the peaks, the realm is high enough, and the more shocked they are when they see through the realm of this big man at a glance.They asked themselves, not to mention when they were in the same realm as him, even now, how easy it is to break through the mountain protection formation and tear off that layer of painted skin so easily.

This move, it's not just a good method so simple, it can be called terrible!

The big hole torn in the sky is slowly closing, and it will soon return to its original state and become the same as before.

But there are not only people from Xuantian Sword Sect in the mountain gate, but also a group of uninvited people with strange identities and terrifying methods.

What exactly are these people here for, and what are their intentions!

The big man stopped laughing, and his face was still smiling. He looked at the huge stone ring still below, and then asked Elder Xu as if he thought it was quite interesting: "The Zongmen Grand Competition? Is this to decide the top ten disciples?" ah?"

Elder Xu changed his indifference when he questioned him before, and answered him gently with a smile on his face: "Yes, we will decide the top ten disciples so that we can send them to pick treasures."

The big man rubbed his belly a few times with his hand, and said: "Then I just happened to be in time to watch the grand event of Fuli's world's largest faction. In this way, I think it's too time-consuming to fight round after round. Not good, not good." He looked at Elder Xu with a smile, as if he wanted to give advice to the Void Return Stage Sword Immortal who had the right to judge life and death in this final ring, but he had to wait for Elder Xu to ask, and he didn't intend to Take the initiative to say.

Elder Xu smiled slightly and said, "The old way of time has plenty, but from what you say, it seems that you have any suggestions?"

The big man grinned and said: "I can't talk about suggestions. I was a casual cultivator in various continents before, and I have admired Xuantian Sword Sect for a long time. This time coincides with the meeting, and I also want to talk to Gao Xuantian Sword Sect. Comparing with each other, among the top [-] disciples of you, there are Jindan and Nascent Soul, and they just happen to compete with our Jindan monk, Nascent Soul."

He was right, this group of monks who tore through the sky and broke in from the outside were generally cultivated between Jindan and Yuanying, and the tallest one was the head of this arrogant man who laughed like thunder.It's just that the power of Xuanhuang's big hand he showed is really shocking. What's more, he is only at the late stage of Nascent Soul. Standing in front of Elder Xu who is in the late stage of returning to the void, he can talk and laugh freely without showing any cowardice. To die, or to have a support that can keep him from dying.

Judging from the current situation, most of them are the latter, they have reliance, so they are unscrupulous.

Seeing that Elder Xu was just standing in the air, looking at him calmly, without answering, the big man had a few thoughts in his mind, and then laughed again, as if jokingly said: "Why, are the people in Xuantian Sword Sect afraid? Without us casual cultivators, all of us are shrinking heads, not daring to fight?"

After the voice fell, everyone behind them showed mocking expressions on their faces.

As a casual cultivator, he is completely different from the disciples of these great sects, neither can he receive guidance from the wise masters, nor can he enjoy the rich resources accumulated in such ancient sects.The most hateful thing is that even if you are looking for opportunities in the secret realm, you will be squeezed out by the disciples of this great sect, and you have to behave like a man with your tail between your legs, swallowing their anger and following them to pick up leaks, and even be driven out of the secret realm.

But now—everything is different. Even the Heavenly Dao Sword Sect, who used to only dare to look up and dare not get any closer, has to swallow his breath at their feet and dare not move rashly.Yes, who knows how this group of people got into it, and what secrets are they harboring?

Seeing the eyes of those favored children below, the smiles on their faces became more open-minded, and the provocation and ridicule revealed in their smiles became more unscrupulous.

The big man smiled and asked: "How, do you dare?"

With a smile on his face, Elder Xu said, "Why not."

Hearing these four words, all the younger generations on the boulder ring below felt a sense of relief, but the humiliation and anger of being bullied at the door did not diminish in the slightest, but ignited with the fighting spirit .This group of casual cultivators came from strange backgrounds. Although their cultivation bases seemed to be not far from their own, they seemed to have strange means to reach the sky.

Just now, Xuanhuang's big hand grabbed the sky, leaving an indelible impression on everyone's hearts. A monk in the late Nascent Soul stage has such unpredictable methods, which is enough to resist the monks in the Dongxu stage.Since one person has such means, there is no guarantee that other people behind him will not have them, and they may even have even weirder attack methods, which make people caught off guard and overwhelmed.

However, there are countless battles throughout the journey of cultivation, isn't it interesting because the outcome is uncertain and life and death are up to God.

They are afraid of these methods, but they are not afraid, and they will never bow their heads.

Sword cultivators are naturally proud, and everyone looks at the man in the sky with scorching eyes, eager to fight with him.The sword needs to drink blood so that it will not become blunt, whether it is your own blood or other people's blood, as long as you can fight, the edge of the sword will shine until the last moment!

On the ring, Liu Junyi sensed the whisper of the sword in his hand and the fighting spirit coming from it, and the fighting spirit in his heart was overwhelming, and he was about to rise up with the sword one step forward, and asked Elder Xu to fight in this battle.

However, as soon as the sword in his hand moved, another sword was restrained. Ah Qi walked to the side beside him at some point, and whispered beside him: "Brother, let me go first."

Let him fight the first battle first?Liu Junyi frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "How can there be a reason for seniors to hide behind and let juniors fight the enemy first? Get out of the way first, and wait for me to meet those people."

The strength of the opponent is unknown, so it is really dangerous to rush up to be No.1 of this opponent.He is older than his younger brother, and his cultivation level is higher than his younger brother's. It would be best to entrust this kind of thing to him.

"Senior brother—" the tall boy stretched out an arm to stop him, his voice was soft but firm, "The duel between the two sides always starts with the one with the lower level, after I have competed with their golden core, the senior brother will fight again." It's not too late to go."

Liu Junyi fell into hesitation, Ah Qi saw that she was persuading him, so she put down the hand in front of him, and said, "I am not as good as senior brother in terms of realm, but when it comes to the experience of life and death, senior brother is not as good as me."

Before he built his foundation, he dared to cross the barren land of Xitu Continent alone, fighting with a broken sword and a fierce beast with only his physical strength, and came out in blood. In this point, no one can match him .

So Liu Junyi stopped arguing, nodded, and told him in a deep voice: "The visitor is not kind, I'm afraid he has a lot of tricks, you have to be more careful."

"Yes, senior brother, don't worry." After the words fell, the young Jianxiu rose up with his sword, turned into a sword light and flew into the air, stopped firmly in front of the foreign monk and Elder Xu, and saluted the old man in black robe Said, "Uncle Master, disciple please fight!"

Sword cultivators all over the world regard worshiping Xuantian Sword Sect as the most proud thing.

The glory of this holy gate of swordsmanship comes from the countless wizards of swordsmanship in the gate. The descendants of Yinze, if anyone wants to challenge the pride of Xuantian swordsman, trample this glory under their feet, the words Xuantian swordsman, naturally It is also guarded by the heirs of the sword.

Elder Xu's eyes fell on the young disciple who took the initiative to challenge him, and he gradually revealed a trace of relief, nodded and said, "Sure." After speaking, he looked at the person opposite, his gaze changed from calm to sharp like a sword, "Why, how dare you World War I?"

The big man laughed, and returned exactly what Elder Xu said just now: "Why don't you dare!"

Elder Xu's sharp sword-like gaze seemed to exist only for a moment, and soon became calm again, returning to the kindness of the elder.The big man smiled and looked at the young sword cultivator who took the initiative to ask for a fight, and asked Elder Xu: "Is there any student in the Xuantian Sword Sect who is willing to compete with us. If the ten rings below are not enough, it will be a little too empty."

Elder Xu shook his head with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, the scenery on the mountain road should be seen step by step, and the competitions in the arena should be done one by one. The way is exquisite, so that everyone can be the same. see clearly."

The big man laughed, and asked back: "The elder is afraid that it will be too ugly if he loses all at once?"

Elder Xu returned a smile, and was about to answer when he heard the young Jianxiu beside him say in a serious tone: "No, I'm afraid that you will lose all at once, your face is too ugly."

Tit for tat, no retreat!

The big man was not angry, especially with a smile on his face, and said: "Okay, then it's up to you, let's do it one game at a time."

The boulder is lingering on the sun, and the scorching sun is in the sky.

Nine of the ten arenas in front of the group of peaks were already empty, but only the center one had a water-colored curtain rising in front of it, reflecting the figures of the two standing in the center of the arena.

The stone ring, tens of meters square, gathered the eyes of the top sword cultivators in the world. The original battle between the younger generation of Xuantian Sword Sect has become a battle between the rookies of this ancient sect and this group of people who tear up the sky. A duel between cultivators.

Among the peaks, the leader of Dongling Peak sat in the middle, with a straight face, three long beards under his jaw, and deep eyes.

As the master of the peak, Liu Jun's cultivation is unfathomable, and he entered the stage of returning to the void as early as a thousand years ago.Although his talent in swordsmanship is not as amazing as Chongyun's, his strength is also not to be underestimated, and he is also the most promising person among swordsmen of this generation.

People who live long enough will naturally see farther.In Dongling Peak's view, although this group of monks seemed to possess unique skills and a high level of cultivation, it was impossible for them to break into a sect with confidence like this without a bigger support behind them.If this group of people did not have a strong enough support behind them, then they would naturally not have the qualifications to make a group of elders jealous. How could they interrupt a sect competition like this, and at the invitation of the other party, let the young ones in the sect The elders compete with them.

In the arena, the two confronted are only in the realm of Jindan, and no matter how exciting the duel is, it cannot surpass their own cultivation realm.But the lord of the peaks, who was present at the countless emptiness and emptiness periods, still did not move his eyes away from the water-colored curtain.Standing on the left side is a young monk who came out of the group of practitioners, and standing on the other side is a young sword cultivator with a straight back. After reaching the top [-] of the Zongmen Grand Competition, many people still don't know his name.But the master of Dongling Peak is very familiar with this young man.

This is the latest disciple of his sect to start, the senior brothers of the same generation seldom call him by his name, they just call him Ah Qi.

The master of Dongling Peak has a son under his knees, and he taught all the ten true biographies under his sect, and he treated them equally as if they were his own son.And among this group of disciples, his favorite is the youngest disciple who got started last.Although the only son, Junyi, is extremely talented, he is arrogant and arrogant. Except for the genius among geniuses, no one takes him seriously, and he wholeheartedly regards Chongyun as his goal.As for the other disciples, their xinxing was also somewhat inconsistent with the way of swordsmanship he practiced, and they could not truly inherit his mantle.Only this youngest disciple has the most similar mind to himself, has outstanding talent, and is the best successor of the way of swords he created.

This confrontation is not only a test for this disciple, but also a test for his master. Liu Jun looked at the figure of his disciple on the water curtain, and silently picked up the teacup in his hand.

The true biography of Shangfeng, the strange meditation practice.

The young sword cultivator was as tall and straight as a green bamboo, with his sword out of its sheath, his face solemn.

The face of the young monk on the opposite side is strange, not only because he was born handsome, but also because of the enchanting blue and white flowers circling around his face.

The two stood together, if the young Jianxiu's aura was as steady as a mountain, then the young monk was like a breeze.

The monk is doing meditation, with rosary beads wrapped around his hands, and wearing a blue monk's robe. His face that should have looked strange, but because of his practice, it shows a solemn and sacred meaning.He clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha, benefactor, please—" After the words fell, the endless Sanskrit chant sounded from all directions in an instant like a response.

The Sanskrit singing is ethereal, the sky is full of Buddhas, golden flowers are blooming one after another, the eyes of the monks are bright, and their faces are compassionate.

The young sword cultivator's gaze turned cold, and at the same time he swung his sword out, slashing straight at the opposite blue and white monk——

Let you fill the sky with gods and Buddhas, and I will kill them all with one sword!

The blue and white monk faced the sword, only felt that what he saw in his eyes was not the light of the sword, but a towering mountain, pressing heavily towards him!

What kind of sword is this!With a sword strike, the mountain is thick and thick, which makes people feel that there is nowhere to escape!

However, the blue-and-white monk was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, and sincerely praised: "Good swordsmanship." Then with a smile on his face, his upper body didn't move, and he took a random step to the left, leaving Qinglian behind. a stick.

One step at a time, Liansheng!

The shadows of the mountains overlap, and the mountains are thick and heavy. It seems that there is no escape, no escape, but there is a gap between the mountains.

What can pass through this gap?Clouds, birds, and the breeze.

The cyan figure turned into a breeze, and did not avoid the green hills. With a smile on his face, he walked in the gap, leaving a green lotus with every step!

In an instant, lotuses grew all over the arena, swaying in the wind, ready to bloom!

The young man's face sank like water, and the sword in his hand kept coming out, and the mountain changed again and again!

Sanskrit singing rang out in the air, and the blue and white monk was smiling and his figure was like the wind.The young man's sword movement began to become sluggish, and the mountains gradually shook, but his meditation practice was like a breeze passing by, unpredictable, and the smile on his face became more and more comfortable.