After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The two people on the field were really angry, and the blowing wind made their long-sleeved shirts rattle. Half of An Jinnian's loose black hair flew up, a few strands hung on his cheeks, and a few strands fell on his chest.

Yan Lin's eyes were fixed on each other, and there was no trace of despair in his eyes, but they were bright and full of fighting spirit.

An Jinnian smiled: "The younger brother has indeed improved a lot in cultivation, but how do you break this 'stopping water'?"

As he spoke, he placed Cannian in front of his body, and spread out his hands with the red spirit. The Cannian sword was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight. , changing gestures with both hands, centering on An Jinnian on the ground, a circular red magic circle gradually unfolded, covering the ink painting.

Black and red intertwine, such light has a mysterious and complex sense of sight.

Raising his hand and sending it forward lightly, eight sharp swords flew forward, and An Jinnian also flew towards the opposite person, like a sharp arrow shot from a full bow, his black hair was agitated, high-spirited, and there was something about it. The sword breaks the momentum of mountains and rivers.

The people around changed color in horror and held their breath.

This trick is dangerous!

I saw the young master standing on the other side with deep eyes, and he didn't move in the face of danger. He just raised his hand and pointed his palm at the sharp sword that was speeding towards him.

"Is he crazy?! Holding the sword with the palm, isn't it self-destructive!"

"We have to stop them quickly!"

"No! It's too late!"

It's just a competition, winning or losing is a trivial matter, if you really lose your hand because of this, it would be too stupid!

An Jinnian narrowed his eyes, showing a cold light, but his strength did not decrease.

The Yan Qinghe he knew was not someone who would be caught without a fight.

The corner of his mouth raised, and the sword edge approached the opponent infinitely. Just when he thought that the sword would be blocked before touching the opponent's body, there was a sound of the blade passing through the body in his ear.

An Jinnian's pupils shrank, and he stopped suddenly.

The Cannian sword passed through Yan Lin's body.

Excessive sword energy hit the barrier.

The blood slowly infected the white clothes along the wound, and it was bright red, dazzling.

I saw him spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale in an instant. He suddenly looked down at the sharp blade on his chest, and the hand he raised just now fell to his side, his face full of disbelief.

I don't know if it was because he was surprised that the moves he had resisted disappeared, or because he was surprised that the opponent's sword moves were too powerful.

The hand holding the sword on the other side was slightly stagnant, the curvature of the corner of the mouth had already faded, there was a trace of panic on the face, and the breathing was a bit disordered.

why...

At this time, the person on the opposite side suddenly made a mocking arc.

I saw him raise his other hand to hold the blade, the sharp edge cut his palm instantly, blood dripped, and a trace of dust was stirred up.

He lifted his feet and walked forward with difficulty, his tone was very light, but it seemed that he had expected it: "I knew it, you too... want to kill me..."

An Jinnian was taken aback, some scattered images flashed through his mind, and the next moment, he let go of the sword in his hand.

The thin lips parted slightly, and the silver-patterned white boots hurriedly took a step forward——

When he raised his hand and his fingertips were about to touch the other's pale cheek, there was a sudden cold sensation on his neck.

"you lose."

An Jinnian paused.

The blood-stained person in front turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared with mournful eyes.

An Jinnian paused for a few seconds.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the condensed light of the sword around his neck, saw his complex eyes reflected on the blade of the sword, and fell silent for a while.

After a long while, he turned his head directly to the intact person beside him, without any scruples that the sharp blade had cut through the skin and left a red line, but his eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was slightly cold: "...Young brother is really good means."

An Jinnian's face was condensed, Yan Lin thought that he was not reconciled to losing, but instead smiled gracefully, with joy reaching his eyes.

Removed Cannian from his neck, and handed it to him: "It's just a phantom scroll, I'm willing to accept the bet, and my brother accepts it."

An Jinnian glanced down at Cannian, then raised his hand to take it.

But the moment he took it, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes darkened, he grabbed someone's left hand holding the sword, and held it tightly.

Yan Lin was slightly stunned, and just opened his mouth with lowered eyes, but felt that the hand with a hint of coolness had been released.

Looking over, he found that the other party was lowering his head, his deep and dark eyes were staring at Can Nian firmly, surrounded by a faint chill, he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just a small victory over him, why are you so angry?

Although his last move was indeed a bit cunning.

In fact, he was more of a gambler in the last move of the domineering 'Stop Water', because although he cast the illusion scroll, he couldn't know what the other party was thinking, so naturally he couldn't know what illusion the other party would see.

If you forcefully accept 'Stop Water', you must be injured.

And the way to keep him unscathed is to find a slight flaw in him, a moment of loosening, which is enough for him to move.

The phantom roll is just right.

However, he was still a little surprised at what kind of person An Jinnian was. He was cold-blooded, with a deep and difficult mind. Such a person actually had scruples and fears.

When Yan Lin uttered the words 'you lost', the jaws of the people around him dropped in shock.

They could see clearly what happened just now.

Just when they were sweating and thought that the long sword was going to pierce their palms, at the critical point, the sword edge unexpectedly stopped.

The expression of the person holding the sword suddenly changed slightly.

The other seven flame-stained sword shadows also paused, and then they were blocked by the huge tree trunk rising from the picture scroll, and they disappeared together into a cloud of black mist.

Seeing this, the young master folded his palm, clamped the sword with two fingers of his right hand, turned sideways, and gently pulled the sword hilt away from his hand. He moved forward, held the sword hilt with his left hand, and stood beside him. , the sharp blade of the sword pressed against the opponent's neck.

A leisurely and light posture is the victory.

They didn't even understand what was going on.

However, it is an indisputable fact that Fu Yuanfeng lost.

Guan Linyi looked at the two of them from the sidelines, his expression sharpened, the long sword in his hand made waves, and his persistent eyes were full of brilliance!

If Elder Shu Yuan was present, he would definitely be able to tell that this was the light of his high spirits when he met his opponent after a long absence.

For the time below the Changtian Sword Sect, he probably won't be bored anymore.

......

At the end of the competition, the disciples who were watching and whispering to each other gradually dispersed, the remnants in An Jinnian's hands disappeared, and the huge training ground was emptied.

The two stood where they were, and neither left.

Yan Lin saw that his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his black hair hung down his shoulders, thinking that he was still thinking about winning or losing just now: "You set the rules, why, you feel bad after losing?"

An Jinnian looked up at him.

"It's not that I can't afford to lose, it's just that I didn't expect to lose in this way."

A cold light flashed in his deep eyes, his expression was indisputable, but there was that familiar smile again at the corner of his mouth.

"However, Junior Brother also gave me a surprise."

Although An Jinnian is a person from the lower realms, on the surface he does not earn or grab, but he is always proud and conceited in his heart. This sentence is undoubtedly his approval of their competition just now.

It is also his recognition.

For a moment, he saw Yan Lin standing where he was and didn't leave. He raised his eyebrows, and the unhappiness he had just seemed to disappear: "Why, is there still something to do, Junior Brother?"

Yan Lin didn't hide anything, he did have something to ask him: "Why did you come to the Changtian Sword Sect?"

The other party imitated his smile just now, took a step forward, put his elbow on Yan Lin's shoulder, and narrowed the distance: "I said it was because of you, do you believe it?"

Yan Lin frowned, turned his shoulders, and let his hands fall aside, his voice was as cold as ever: "...of course I don't believe it."

I have only met you a few times in this life, and I still have self-knowledge.

To be familiar with you is to bury yourself in the grave and seek your own death.

An Jinnian shook his head, and said in a regretful tone, "Just now we were still inseparable, but now we seem to be estranged. Junior brother is still really cold."

Yan Lin ignored his hypocrisy, but stared at him carefully, and said in a slightly complicated manner: "...you came here to thoroughly investigate the cause of Miss San's death."

An Jinnian narrowed his eyes.

There was no trace of sadness or sadness in those eyes, on the contrary, they were full of fun: "Are you concerned about me, or are you trying to find out something?"

Yan Lin pursed her lips, wondering if she should speak clearly.

For the past two lives, he has been searching for the reason why he died unexpectedly. Although he knew that it was framed by the person next to him in the first life, what about the second life?

In the second life, he has always been by this person's side. The two have been fighting for many years, and his every move is well known, so he can be sure that his death has nothing to do with him...

But someone had to kill him, if it wasn't An Jinnian, who would it be?

He racked his brains for a long time.

It wasn't until just now that they talked about the news of the phoenix egg and the death of Miss San.

The phoenix egg is one of the three sacred objects. He has seen it in Zhongtian's documentary and knows its function.

And the appearance of Shiyuan in every life is not accidental, but he dare not get too close to that person, he is afraid that the hand behind him will strangle him early and destroy his hard-won things again.

But now the deal is done, he is already Shi Yuan's apprentice, if Miss San's death is true to the rumors, then he can doubt it.

There may be some connection between Shi Yuan, Phoenix Egg and Miss San, or maybe he knows something.

In addition to the grievances between Shi Yuan and him, maybe his death has something to do with the phoenix eggs...

In short, it was complicated, and he wanted to confirm it.

"I want to ask you, my master...is it really related to Miss San's death?"

An Jinnian stared at him.

"I didn't witness him murdering with my own eyes, but someone did see him coming out of the courtyard that day."

Yan Lin's expression stern.

"So you're asking me this because you want to know if your master really killed Miss San, right?" An Jinnian stared at him carefully, his eyes glowing faintly red, as if trying to see through his essence.

Immediately he spoke again: "If the person was really killed by him, what should you do?"

His brows tightened, and he raised his eyes to look into those eyes, as deep as looking into a secluded well in an ancient pool.

If it was really what he did, then in this life, even if he is already his apprentice, it is very likely that he will still die at his hands.

the third time--