first fairy

In the stands, Ye Tianyang couldn't help holding his breath, too many complicated thoughts were entangled, and now he calmed down to watch the battle.

Master said that even if you just watch the battle between the strong, you can learn from it.He felt right.

On the stage, Rong Xuan opened his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, and said to Luo Yuan: "I knew you would come up, very good."

"The third-generation disciple Rong Xuan faces the fourth-generation disciple Luo Yuan, and the big competition begins!" The elder frowned, and added, "Peace is the most important thing, try to stop as soon as possible."

The momentum of the two people on the platform changed.

Holding the blood sword in his hand, Luo Yuan laughed contemptuously: "Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude! However, it is also your blessing to be defeated by a mysterious magic weapon."

As soon as the words fell, the blood sword glowed, and a red glow shot straight to the sky with the momentum of a long rainbow, and then fell from the sky again, and the flames swept across the entire battle platform, and the heat wave swept towards the opponent.

At the same time, the bottom boiled again, and when he saw the sword, he was extremely jealous.

"Mysterious magical artifacts can only be refined by fourth-level craftsmen and above. This kind of treasure is worth tens of thousands of top-grade spirit crystals, and there is no market for it. The entire Qingshan School's upper and lower mysterious-rank magical artifacts add up to less than five fingers. It can only be activated in order to reach a spiritual master! Under a full-strength blow, how can a spiritual being escape!"

It was too ruthless, the eyes of those who watched the battle were fiery, and most of the disciples who had a crush on Rong Xuan were aggrieved.

"I can't read it. This person is too shameless. He used a mysterious magic weapon from the very beginning, and he didn't intend to keep alive at all."

Rong Xuan fought with all his heart, his body was like lightning, leaving afterimages of shadows, his hands formed seals and evolved, ten light blades surrounded his body, with piercing sword energy, arousing wind gusts to fend off the enemy, walking through the flames unhindered, no matter how noisy It's hard to affect him in the slightest.

Scanning the sword, the light in Rong Xuan's eyes was fleeting, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.What is truly amazing is not the calmness, but the agility.

It's like predicting the killing trajectory in advance, and can always avoid it first, and fight against half-step spiritual masters without losing the slightest advantage!

In the eyes of outsiders, it can hardly be described as horror alone.

"It's so powerful. You can control your spiritual power to such a precise level that you can't even see clearly." Many people were surprised that they could still fight like this.

Just looking at the style of play, the difference between the two is clear at a glance. Rong Xuan seems to be quite experienced in fighting. If Luo Yuan hadn't squandered enough spiritual power at the half-step spiritual master level, and had a mysterious magic weapon in his hand, how could he be so cruel when he met this kind of opponent overbearing.

In terms of innate foundation alone, Rong Xuan is definitely the strongest in the entire Qingshan School, bar none.

"If there is no such sword, Rong Xuan may really have the strength to fight against a half-step spiritual master, but unfortunately with the magic weapon of the Xuan rank, there will be no suspense in this battle." Some people shook their heads.

Luo Yuan did have enough confidence, this fire sword was Zhuang Tong's treasure, he had coveted it for a long time, and now he lent it to deal with Ye Haoran.

And if the opponent is Rong Xuan, with his strength as a half-step spiritual master, with the magic weapon in hand, he only needs one blow, and only one blow!He must not let Master down again!

The flames continued to shoot out like knives, and the flames turned Luo Yuan's ferocious face red.

You must trample this person under your feet, let this son suffer a disastrous defeat in front of the Immortal Sect's people, kneel down and beg for mercy, beat him until his veins are broken, and become a useless person, with no chance of a path in this life!How can I have the face to enter the Shangqing Xianzong again!

"Wind Flame Slash!"

With the help of the wind, the flames swept across the entire battlefield!Worthy of being a powerful blow, Luo Yuan's face paled a little after the killing, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

"Death to me!"

Under the flames, his throat was sweet, Rong Xuan's expression remained unchanged, he avoided the sword light at an incomparably tricky angle, the sword light about half a zhang long swept across his body, the hem of his clothes was burned to black ash, and the defensive earth element shield was knocked out Smash!

Rong Xuan's internal organs were all damaged, and he could barely avoid his vitals, the tearing pain made him frown slightly.

Surrounded by fire, all escape routes were cut off.

As expected of a mysterious magic weapon, it can kill people even if it is used indiscriminately, not to mention that Luo Yuan's strength is enough to control it.

Luo Yuan's tricks are vicious, and his moves are deadly. He intends to make a quick decision.The piercing energy hit Rong Xuan's face directly, as if it wanted to tear the skin apart.

"What are you! You always look so self-righteous, it's disgusting!"

At the same time, Rong Xuan's body devoured the black awn and trembled to defend himself, the fire that swept towards the skin not only had no heat, but part of it was swallowed up, the black awn actually solidified a little bit, as if it was about to jump out of the body!

It really worked, and the severe pain in the body relieved a lot.Rong Xuan was a little pleasantly surprised, but his expression remained unchanged.

Under the utmost suppression, there is still a faint suction force jumping out of the body, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth gathers here to replenish the consumption in the body.

Under the stands, Ye Haoran's indifferent eyes shrank suddenly, as if he felt something.

That's it!

The three zhang fire blade touched half an inch above the top of the head, the bones of Rong Xuan's whole body were crushed, the stone slabs under his feet were shattered, and his feet sank.His pupils were dark as if he was about to die, and he instantly suppressed the violent devouring power in his body with his huge spiritual power, and forced most of his defenses to evacuate. .

The mysterious light blade was fired instantly, and the sharp light blade slashed in all directions like a knife, splitting the scorching flames with the sword of the body, and rushed to the attack range of the long sword of the black rank!

The magic weapon cut his arm, blood flowed out, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"But that's it, you only have this little ability." Luo Yuan sneered, only feeling that the strength of the other party's resistance was loosened, and the sword blade was slashing at the door of the person's face. At this distance and at this angle, it is considered to be a real first-order spirit. Teachers also have to hate!

"You are dead."

"Heh..." Finally getting close to the long sword, Rong Xuan swallowed the blood welling up in his throat with a cold face, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.His arms were torn and bloody, and he was roasted black by the flames. The smell of burnt meat wafted out, and the faces of the people underneath turned pale.

Is it about to end?

The blade split the palm of the hand, Rong Xuan grasped it!

Enormous spiritual power poured into the long sword along the joints, the flames distorted Rong Xuan's face, and the spiritual power went all the way, directly erasing the soul imprint left by someone, leaving behind the imprint of his own soul power... …

The flames steamed the blood, shrouded in water vapor, and blurred vision.

Faintly seeing the blurred outline, Rong Xuan's whole hand and half of his body seemed to be melted, the scene in front of him deeply provoked the nerves of the people below.Some even looked away and couldn't bear to continue watching.

Just when almost all the disciples in the audience thought that this person was bound to die, and his death was tragic, a shocking roar shocked people's spirits.

"This... what did you do!"

Luo Yuan's eyes showed horror, the sword was out of control, trembling unceasingly, trying desperately to suppress it but it didn't listen.His tiger's mouth was split open, the sword came out of his hand, flipped a few times in the air, and flew into Rong Xuan's hand!

There was a sound of gasping from below, and I didn't know what happened.

Take the sword! ?Unless the mental strength crushes the opponent... then Rong Xuan!

It was so rare to see, many people stared wide-eyed and couldn't speak, they all closed their mouths and stared at the battle stage, unwilling to miss anything.

"This sword is not bad." Rong Xuan's voice was hoarse, and his still indifferent and cold face was more terrifying than a distorted ghost. He held the sword with his still intact left hand and swung it a few times in the air.

It's smooth, it's just a little lighter.

Rong Xuan is a first-level spiritual master, and his spiritual cultivation is perfect, but his spiritual power is a terrifying fourth-level spiritual master, which is far better than Zhuang Tong!

The soul imprint left by the latter can be erased with a little effort.

Luo Yuan's foundation was not stable, he only cared about breaking through but didn't consolidate well, he didn't know how to use the long sword, and it was full of flaws.Otherwise, it would be difficult to get close to Ye Haoran.

In the stands, Zhuang Tong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his emotions almost lost control. He found that the connection with the natal magic weapon was suddenly broken!

Damn stuff!He stared at the battlefield and clenched his teeth, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water would drip.

Rong Xuan turned sideways lightly, smashed Luo Yuan's blood and bones with a palm, and swept him far away, holding a long sword in his hand, and killed him before he fell to the ground.

"The sword is not what you use."

Arrogant... before the words came out, Luo Yuan's eyes widened in an instant.

What did he see!

Rong Xuan held it casually, Taixu's sword intent spontaneously operated, the sword's aura changed suddenly, and the fire light on the sword body subsided in an instant, and the surging flame disappeared without a trace, revealing the red long sword itself, exuding a faint red light.

The sword is powerful and fierce!

The terrifying control of spiritual power has reached the point of sensationalism.The sword body was scorching hot, causing water vapor in the air to evaporate, and it would hurt you if you touched it.However, it was held by a different person, and the sword immediately became very different, as if its destructive power increased tenfold, and the battle was one-sided, and Luo Yuan had no power to fight back!

The discerning people in the stands were dumbfounded, not only the head of the sect, but even the spirit king changed his face and made a sound of slight surprise.

Ye Haoran was very surprised.What kind of skill is this? The sword intent is smooth and natural, and has nothing to do with swallowing.What Rong Xuan practiced was sword control skills, so just now... did he miss it?

Zhuang Tong's face was ashen, and there was a huge wave in his heart. No one was more shocked than him.He has lived most of his life, and this is the first time he has seen the correct usage of this magic weapon from others.

Whether the control of spiritual power is accurate has nothing to do with cultivation, but with the accumulation of experience, and the level of cultivation skills.Zhuang Tong didn't think that this little disciple's experience and insight could compare with his.

Therefore, the first kind of exclusion, it can be seen that the reason is the latter—Rong Xuan had a great chance to obtain a high-level sword control technique, and it was much higher than the Xuan level!

Zhuang Tong's eyes showed greed, and it was difficult to restrain the extreme excitement in his heart. Even the resentment that the magic weapon was taken away and the apprentice was abused was temporarily put aside. The more he watched, the more satisfied he was with the exercise.His stagnation in cultivation is mostly due to his inappropriate low-level exercises, otherwise he would not have fallen into such a small place.

This is God's will, there is no way out of heaven!

"Give me back the sword!" Luo Yuan roared hysterically, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body convulsed with pain.The master handed over the mysterious magic weapon to him, but he couldn't keep it. How could he have the face to see the master.

"wishful thinking."

Rong Xuan's eyes were cold, piercing Luo Yuan's abdomen mercilessly.The low and slow voice was cruel and cold, which could barely reach the ears of the injured.

"You are just a piece of meat on the cutting board, a dog that can yell. In fact, I have never seen you as a human being."

"Rong Xuan, you're going to die!!" The shrill screams made one's scalp tingle, and Rong Xuan was in charge of killing with a deadpan expression.

Every time the long sword was cut, there was a burst of fleshy smell, and the flesh and blood fell to the ground, even cooked, and even the blood was evaporated...

But even so, the man was still alive, with no part of his body intact.

This battle was extremely exciting, completely beyond everyone's expectations, and made people admire and even fall for it.

In the end, everyone in the stands looked different, but no one stood up and said something.Ye Tianyang trembled uncontrollably, covered his mouth and retched, his face was ugly.

"You blame your master for being too ruthless?" Gu Zhan was very surprised. This kid is quite pure and kind. It's hard to imagine that such a master would have an apprentice with a completely opposite personality.

Ye Tianyang's whole body tensed up, but beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.

No, he himself didn't know why.

He really resented using this method to torture people to death, but compared to this, if the master couldn't take the sword back, then the person lying on the ground to be slaughtered now would be...

Or maybe it's because there are too many other complicated things that almost overwhelm the brain.

Ye Tianyang clenched his fists, his nails sank into his flesh, and his voice was hoarse: "In my life, it is impossible for me to resent Master for anyone or anything."

Suddenly someone patted his back, Ye Tianyang was startled like a fury and almost turned over the table and chairs, turned around and saw that it was the head of the sect.

Ye Qingcang stepped down from the high position at some point, stood behind him with a sullen face, and patted the acupoints on his back to smooth his Qi and calm his mind.Ye Tianyang calmed down, only to feel that the eyes inexplicably made his heart tremble, so he couldn't help but look away: "Thank you, Sect Leader."

"Ahhhhh!"

Luo Yuan dragged his unsightly body and rolled towards the edge of the battle stage in embarrassment. He couldn't utter a single sentence. There were even people who felt that there was nothing to hate, and even cheered for Rong Xuan.

"Deserve it! If you do many injustices, you will kill yourself. Luo Yuan bullies others and is domineering. Whoever has never been bullied by him will deserve to die! Now he has finally vented his anger. Brother Rong did a good job!"

Some disciples sneered: "Obtaining the mysterious magical weapon but still failing miserably, it's really a pity that it's Elder Zhuang's apprentice, so I probably don't have the face to live."

Luo Yuan's spiritual power was consumed excessively, he was cut to a bloody mess, half of his body lost consciousness, his mind went blank after being extremely angry, and he half closed his scalded eyes, staring at Rong Xuan coughing up blood.

It was this kind of eyes, that kind of indifferent demeanor, which seemed to be very superior, and he really never put him in his eyes.

He had hated this person for nearly ten years, but in the end he ended up like this. He was like a clown. Not only did he fail miserably, even his dignity was crushed under his feet.

"Miscellaneous." Rong Xuan didn't even give him a chance to catch his breath, his sword light was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it sliced ​​open the battle platform like tofu, leaving deep sword marks.The entire boulder was riddled with holes, and the ground shook slightly, causing the stone body to shatter.

Hearing applause from many people again, Rong Xuan sneered, and finally stopped tormenting.He stepped on Luo Yuan's chest, and the tip of the long sword reached the ups and downs of his left chest, stabbing down fiercely from top to bottom.

"Stop!" The voice was like thunder, resounding through the audience.

Zhuang Tong's face was livid, and he yelled at the elder, "What are you doing in a daze, he admits defeat, it's no match."

"Ah!" Luo Yuan roared, tears of humiliation streaming down the corners of his eyes.

Why!Since he can't go to Xianzong, everything is futile, he only wants to die with dignity and doesn't want to live on his last breath!

"For such a useless disciple, Elder Zhuang wants to intervene to break the rules?" Rong Xuan sneered, the point of the sword touched Luo Yuan's heart, the flames were scalding, his robe was scorched, and his skin was scalded and bleeding blisters.Luo Yuan wailed and cursed vaguely, but it didn't help.After all, he is a half-step spiritual master, the cyclone is not complete, and the spiritual power generated in the body is too little, and it is impossible to repair the residual body in a short time.

"If you want me to let him go, it's fine. But this sword is mine." Rong Xuan said.

Zhuang Tong blurted out: "Don't even think about it!"

This sword was regarded as a windfall, in exchange for all his injuries, Rong Xuan left a soul imprint on the sword, and had no intention of giving it back at all.Hearing this, he sneered, and lowered his head to Luo Yuan's voice with compassion: "Have you heard that, at least I think your cheap life is worth a bad sword, but your master thinks that your life is even worse than this low-grade magic weapon of the mysterious rank?" Not as good."

Luo Yuan growled, the anger, humiliation and unwillingness in his eyes were replaced by resentment.Not just for Rong Xuan...

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over the magic weapon. After this battle, I will ask Luo Yuan to make amends to you in person." Zhuang Tong said in a low voice because of his feelings and he was not easy to get angry.

"What if I say no."

"you dare!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the disciples and the elders were fighting against each other between the battle stands and the stands, but it was understandable, after all, the magic weapon that recognized the master was taken away in an upright manner.

Chang Yu, the elder of the Shangqing Xianzong Keqing, said quietly: "It's just a magic weapon of the mysterious rank. If you take it, you will take it. As a person of the Xianzong, it seems petty."