Heaven is fearless

The Laurel Banquet is just an occasion for the juniors to discuss and exchange ideas. It is impossible for the long-established powers to lower their status to play. Even in order to reduce the pressure on the juniors, there are not many elders watching except for the peers.

It is even more impossible for Ming Xiao to appear here. He sat in the quiet room, watching the lively scene at the foot of Jiejian Mountain through the water mirror, while the Demon Lord in black robes leaned on his shoulder, eyes closed as if in a deep sleep.

If this scene was seen by others, it would be enough to shock people to the point of wishing they could tear out their own eyeballs.

The fairy in white was sitting upright, with his black hair tied in a crown, looking calmly at the picture in the water mirror in front of him, while the man in black, who was disheveled and unruly, was lazily leaning against him, his long, muscular legs stretched all the way. , The face that has always been dignified and violent unexpectedly showed a kind of gentle and peaceful tranquility, as if he had sunk into a wonderful dream.

If their identities were not the Immortal Venerable Demon Venerable who should stand on the opposite side and never die, this picture should be regarded as beautiful.

Ming Xiao didn't think there was anything wrong with this. In fact, he had been thinking about it for a long time last night in order to find a way to place Mingxue's incarnation. An avatar without the control of the divine sense of heaven is no different from a large doll. Even the basic There is no defense ability.

There is a strong spiritual power condensed on the Kunlun Mountains, and Bai Yujing, where Ming Xiao lives, has sharp spiritual power that belongs to the sword cultivator. If Mingxue has the ability to act independently, then of course this little spiritual power will not affect him, but the loss of consciousness Afterwards, Mingxue couldn't even let out the true energy to protect his body, and almost let the spiritual power surge into his body.

In order to preserve the incarnation of Mingxue, Ming Xiao had to search for the white-cornered candles sent by his disciples. Not long after they were lit, Tu Zhao knocked on the door, almost startling Ming Xiao.

The boys and girls in the water mirror all have a vigorous temperament. Ming Xiao poked around twice with his fingers, and found Tu Zhao and Tu Ying who were quietly standing in the corner. The brothers were putting their heads together and whispering Don't know what to say.

Ming Xiao adjusted Mingxue's posture, wrapped Mingxue's upper body with his sleeves like a cloud, pressed his chin on the top of his head, and began to watch the competition of the disciples in the water mirror.

In the eyes of the powerful and powerful, these rising stars do not have the power to move mountains and seas, and the weak can be crushed easily, but they can see infinite possibilities from these children, so They are as high-spirited as green pines and verdant cypresses. They will be the mainstay of the next generation in the cultivation world. Looking at these children, it seems as if they can see a bright and bright future.

The disciples in the arena couldn't notice it, but Ming Xiao could easily find out that the people who were paying attention to the scene like him were much more than the number of people who appeared to be present, and this number, on the third day, At that time, the skyrocketed to a peak - it seemed that the eyes of the entire cultivation world were focused on this small arena.

Ming Xiao could probably understand what they were thinking, because it was none other than his disciple Tu Zhao who was about to play next.

Tu Zhao's opponent is a swordsman from Tiandaomen. The young man is tall and straight, dressed in bunting, handsome in appearance, with a hearty smile on his lips all the time, and two plain long knives tied behind his back. Looking at Tu Zhao's eyes were full of straightforward but not disgusting curiosity.

Tu Zhao's saber is still the kind that is uniformly distributed to the disciples in the sect when he started. Ming Xiao told him to go to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion to choose his own saber, but Tu Zhao never went there, and until now he still uses the standard long sword. sword.

This kind of sword will not appear inferior because it is mass-produced, and it is even better than most swords in the world, but it lacks a little feature.

What needs to be mentioned is that the saber used by Ming Xiao is also of this kind, but maybe the sword follows the main shape, and the ordinary long sword in Ming Xiao's hands always has a very unusual aura. The appearance also has a taste of a low-key artifact.

Gao Yinxian folded his arms, opened his eyes and looked curiously at Tu Zhao who came up from the opposite side: "Are you the disciple of Sword Master Mingxiao?"

There is a formation set up by the elders beside the arena to protect people outside from being hurt by the impact of the spiritual energy in the competition. The disciples watching were full of excitement, but subconsciously fell silent.

The two people on the stage, one is free and easy, the other is handsome and upright, both of them are first-class and good-looking. The Qingyi of the Taisu Sword Sect and the bunt of the Tiandaomen are divided into two distinct factions, each looking at their own sect. The senior brother of the door, his expression is earnest.

"It's me." Tu Zhao admitted briefly.

Gao Yinxian gave a long "huh" and changed the topic: "I heard that you have a twin brother, is he here today?"

Tu Zhao on the stage and Ming Xiao in front of the water mirror frowned at the same time.

Tu Zhao's expression remained unchanged, restraining his gaze from looking in A Ying's direction, and said flatly: "He has nothing to do with our competition today."

Gao Yinxian belatedly sensed from his reaction that he seemed to have asked something impolite, and scratched the tip of his nose with his finger in embarrassment: "Ah...well, I'm just a little curious..."

Tu Zhao didn't wait for him to finish speaking, the long sword was out of its sheath, and the tip of the sword hung down politely to the ground: "Draw out the sword."

Gao Yinxian was still smiling, stretched his hands behind his back, and with a sound of "clang", the sharp long knife suddenly came out of its sheath. As soon as his knife was drawn out of the sheath, many disciples in the audience cried out in surprise.

The two vibrating knives were actually pitch-black, the blades were dumb, and the blades were like a pool of slender autumn water. They were extremely sharp at first glance. Unlike Gao Yinxian's sunny and cheerful appearance, the knives had a pungent smell everywhere, and the contrast was striking. It's shocking.

Ming Xiao in front of the water mirror suddenly frowned. He looked at Gao Yinxian carefully, with a somewhat uncertain expression on his face. While looking at the picture in the water mirror, he began to search his memory.

"The sword I practice is for killing people." When Gao Yinxian said this, he was still smiling. The expressions of the disciples in the audience became suspicious, but the disciples of Tiandaomen looked at ease. It seemed that they were very happy with Gao Yinxian's declaration There is no objection.

The sword is the tool of a gentleman, to uphold peace and clear the world; but the sword has been used to kill people since ancient times, and there is no such emphasis. It is like in the world of ordinary people. Less imprisoned than those who hold swords.

Tu Zhao didn't respond to Gao Yinxian's announcement of "I'm going to kill you", and nodded flatly. The two saluted each other, and the turbulent wind at the foot of the mountain suddenly quieted down.

Gao Yinxian held a long knife in each hand, his posture was a little funny, but when he stood there, a calm aura of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi spread out from him, the insects in the world trembled, and the plants and trees crouched. Falling, he restrained his smile, as the death-like chill slowly filled his surroundings.

——A young man with a sunny smile is actually practicing a death-filled saber technique that is incompatible with him. The aura of the saber is overwhelming. Had to take two steps back.

Gao Yinxian swung the saber very quickly, leaving no time for people to react. The light of the blade strangled like a poisonous snake. As a starting move, this saber can only be said to be quite satisfactory, but Tu Zhao, who was facing the saber directly, felt slightly cold.

Unlike the disciples who just felt a bit of saber energy overflowing, Tu Zhao felt a kind of calm and magnanimous killing intent when Gao Yinxian drew the saber.

These two diametrically opposed words are somewhat nondescript, but they are the most appropriate perception that Tu Zhao can describe.

Gao Yinxian really wanted to kill him.

He was even taking pleasure in killing him.

Tu Zhao didn't have time to think about why, but bent his body with the sword instinctively, and there were various sword styles in his mind like rivers undulating, all of which were hidden under Gao Yinxian's knife.

The oncoming blade was like a river surging, wrapped in the excitement of kissing death, the surrounding vegetation swayed, the rustling wind began to whistle sharply, Gao Yinxian had a sunny smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a faint distorted emotion in his eyes Roll over.

Tu Ying in the audience suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he realized that something was wrong.

The tea sign standing on the stage is like a flat boat in front of a huge wave. A little light in the long night is swaying and misty, and it will be snuffed out at any time. , and a glimmer of consonance that came from nowhere, he handed out his sword towards the inevitable death.

In the turbulent flow of spiritual power, the black and dull knife and the simple and ordinary long sword evenly offset each other.

boom--

The swords collided, the turbulent spiritual power suddenly exploded, and the airflow poured back like a sea of ​​clouds. The surrounding disciples were immediately deaf for a moment, and the weaker ones were directly torn apart. On the spot, two disciples had blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths, and they were sent off by fellow disciples.

Unable to hit the knife, Gao Yinxian took advantage of his strength to fly back, tilted his head slightly to look at Tu Zhao, and smiled strangely for a long time: "Hey, I don't see that you are quite good, that adult taught you well, and in time you will definitely be able to handle it alone. , it's a pity that now you meet me—"

There was something fishy flowing out from under his sunny smile: "I'm not happy looking at your face, and anyone who makes me unhappy, go to hell."

Seeing his smile, Tu Ying in the audience suddenly grasped something fleeting in his memory.

It was the day after Tu Ying accepted to practice "Tian Mo Jue", a man who claimed to be a good man came to visit him and said that he was ordered by the demon king Ming Xue to take him to visit Dancheng. Tu Ying didn't like it very much. The other party's pretendingly innocent smile reflected the environment of the Demon Realm, and there was a terrifying sense of distortion and dislocation.

So he quickly rejected Shan Jun, Shan Jun didn't say anything, just smiled at him and left.

——And now, from this Gao Yinxian, Tu Ying felt the distorted and weird dislocation that belonged to the good man.

Gao Yinxian's hands drooped naturally, his breathing slowed down, and he vibrated the saber twice as if resonating with him, and something frightening gradually wrapped around the saber, like a snake like a python, circling and twisting, silently opening towards Tu Zhao Its black mouth opened and its curved fangs dripped with venom.

The aura on his body was rising steadily, and he quickly broke through the foundation building stage, and broke through the Jindan stage within a few breaths, all the way up to the Nascent Soul stage!

Everyone didn't react to this terrifying level rise, they just watched in a daze, Gao Yinxian didn't intend to wait for their reaction, picked up a pair of knives and rushed towards Tu Zhao like lightning, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty ferocious killing intent.

"Brother!" Tu Ying from the audience roared, while rushing towards the ring, he didn't know what he had caught, so he threw the heavy object in front of Gao Yinxian with his backhand, trying to stop him for a moment.

"Ding--"

Gao Yinxian didn't even look at the thing, smashed it with a knife, and there was a crisp jade cracking sound. At the same time, Tu Ying suddenly felt that something was wrong...

The suppressed demonic energy in his body is rapidly expanding, breaking through the surface layer of camouflage and leaking out with an unstoppable force.

Tu Ying's eyes widened, and only then did he realize that the thing he grabbed and threw out was the Cloud Stepping Sect waist card that Mingxue gave him, and it was also used to suppress and hide the devilish energy on him.

"Devil!"

I don't know who shouted loudly, and everyone's expressions changed.

After Gao Yinxian split the waist card, he sensed the demonic energy from the Demon Lord, subconsciously lowered his head to look, his gaze stopped on the two halves of jade, and then slowly moved his gaze downward.

The appearance of Tu Ying, who had lost the cover of the spell, recovered, and he was standing stiffly under the stage. Everyone's horrified gazes went back and forth between Tu Ying in the audience and Tu Ying on the stage, and there was a dead silence in the arena.

Ming Xiao in front of the water mirror watched this development in shock, no, wait a minute, he just reunited the two brothers from the Tu family, how did things develop like this? !Where did Shanjun come from? !

The most important thing is that the fact that Tuying has become a demon has been exposed, and he must not let the cultivators arrest Tuying.

Ming Xiao blinked his eyes, and finally set his eyes on Mozun who was breathing evenly and steadily by him.

If he had to take the blame, it could only be the Demon Venerable. After all, such a noble figure as the Immortal Venerable, how could he do such a thing as letting the demons into the mountains?