Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

"Sink in the water, I'm afraid I'm going to lose this time."

"There are talents in the cultivation world from generation to generation, and the future generations are fearful, and the future generations are fearsome."

"Gu Yan is at the Golden Core stage, right? Given his current age, in time, there might be another sword master in this cultivation world."

Listening to their discussion, Lu Mingkong frowned. He kept looking at the gentle monk in Tsing Yi on the competition stage.

The robes, which were clean and tidy before, had already been cut by the sword energy.

Shen Yushui's body was a little unstable, and he relied on the Xinghe sword in his hand to support himself.

"Look, why is there another person on the competition stage?" Someone on the high stage asked.

Others also talked about it.

"Who is that? This is a competition, how did he get in? Isn't this breaking the rules of the competition?"

A young man with silver hair and white clothes emerged from the barrier, with a cold and indifferent face, like the first snow.

He glanced at Gu Yan who was facing him, helped him up from the water, "Master."

Su Xinghe's hand flicked across the air, and a spiritual sword very similar to the Xinghe Sword was transformed.

Holding the sword, Su Xinghe lifted it up, pointed the tip at Gu Yan, his fingers were pale, his eyes were deep and cold, like a cold pool.

Gu Yan frowned at the sudden appearance of the sword spirit, but said nothing, his fingers tightened on the hilt of the sword in his hand.

Seeing the sword spirit appearing suddenly, Shen Zaishui smiled, patted Su Xinghe's shoulder, and said warmly, "Xinghe? You don't need to come out, I'm fine."

Su Xinghe didn't believe it, he stood upright, his eyes fixed on the person opposite.

"I'm really fine, I'm just exhausted." Seeing Su Xinghe's stubborn appearance, sinking helplessly in the water, he leaned closer to Su Xinghe and whispered in Su Xinghe's ear, "I seem to realize 'Fengchun' It's the second type, so don't worry."

Shen Zaishui smiled.

Seeing the appearance of sinking in the water, Su Xinghe hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "Then I can return to the sword, and I can rely on spiritual energy to help the master for a few more hours. If the master really can't hold it anymore, just call me."

"Okay." Shen Zaishui responded, but at the same time felt that the sword spirit was really cute.

If he loses, he loses, why should he rely on Su Xinghe to regain face for him?

Realizing that he felt that the sword spirit was cute and submerged in the water, he was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to his senses. He just thought that the sword spirit was very nice and well-behaved, and had no other meaning.

Then he lifted the sword and stood up straight, raised his wrist lightly, and the Xinghe sword in his hand made a strong quarrel, as if he was angry.

Shen Zaishui: "Gu Daoyou, the result has not yet been decided, I will not lose, so I am sorry."

"Spring returns."

The sharp sword light flashed in front of people's eyes, and the white sword energy surged into the air, wandering in the air, with the aura of breaking everything.

This time, the sword that Shen Yu swung was much stronger than before.

The sword style is called "Spring Return", but this sword does not have the warmth and warmth of the spring day. Instead, the sword energy has a slight sense of tearing, and it directly swept across the entire competition platform, breaking the barriers on the competition platform , the piercing sword intent spread instantly.

The disciples around the test stage felt this strong sword intent intuitively, and the disciples with a slightly lower cultivation base were even suppressed and couldn't lift their heads.

Gu Yan on the competition stage did not expect that there was still a move in the sinking water, and the move just now cost him most of his strength. At this moment, he could only raise his hand slightly, trying to block the strong and sharp sword intent coming from all directions .

In the end, he could only half-kneel, with the point of his sword touching the ground, so as not to let himself fall to the ground in embarrassment.Even though his hair was scattered in all directions, the places on the skirts that were cut by the sword energy were no less than submerged in water.

After Shen Zaishui swung that sword, he was also exhausted. Fortunately, in the Xinghe sword, Su Xinghe managed to send some spiritual power to Shen Zaishui, allowing him to recover a little, so that he would not fall to his knees.

The moment the remaining sword energy broke through the barrier, it also split a deep crack in the competition platform.

In the end, Gu Yan couldn't bear the turbulent sword intent. He leaned on the spirit sword in his hand and slowly stood up, bowing to Shen Zaishui, "I lost."

"Accept." Shen Zaishui returned a salute holding Xinghe Sword.

The spectators on the high platform were startled, no one expected that Sunk in the water would make such a powerful move in the end.

"He won, the last sword attack was so beautiful."

"I didn't expect that I would see the wrong person sometimes."

"After all, he is the disciple of Sword Master Rong Jing. Sword Master Rong Jing was only two hundred years old at the time, and he could break through the Western Mountains with a single sword, and even single-handedly challenged the great power of the Transcending Tribulation Period who had practiced the way of swordsmanship for many years. go."

"It's better than the two talents on the test stage, but it's a pity that he is a disciple of someone else's sect."

The scene off stage also made Lu Mingkong's peach blossom eyes laugh. He lazily leaned on the back of the wooden chair, turned the folding fan with one hand, and held the wine glass with the other hand, taking a sip of the wine inside.

That's right, his little Ah Shui, he watched him grow up, taught him how to draw energy into his body, taught him sword art, every move was almost taught by him himself, how could he be compared by others?

Shen Zaishui's amazing sword pierced the sky, faintly showing the momentum of his senior brother's sword piercing the west mountain. Lu Mingkong sighed, his little Ah Shui is getting more and more amazing.

He took another sip of his wine, looked up at the young man on the competition stage, his face was gentle and handsome, his words and deeds were upright and elegant, and his manners were very good.

"In the fifth match, Yunshuizong won in the water."