Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

This move is the "sprinkling of dust" in the emperor's descending.

The wind is the first to move, the rain and dust are scattered, and the mirror blades that come out are like water, and if the heavy snow rushes in, it must be tied into a sieve.

However, Mr. Jing did not hear the muffled sound of the sharp blade piercing through the flesh.

When he froze his movements, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, the bloody ice suddenly spread, and the magma hell entered winter overnight.

The mirror blades were all covered by reddish icicles, and even the air seemed to be chilled.

And at the end of the cold light, a little sword light is unstoppable!

Jing Jun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a magical formation of heart and magic was shot out in the air.

At his level, the Inner Demon Formation no longer sticks to one pattern, it is only used to gain the upper hand every second.

Shen Zhexue, who came out of the ice, felt severe pain in his head, and there were scenes in front of him that confused his vision.

He heard someone shouting something hoarsely, and saw the flowers blowing and warming in the spring, the shadows of swords and knives, and the overwhelming whiteness made him unable to tell whether it was the heavy snow in his illusion or the bleak sunlight reflected by the mirror in Mr. Jing's hand. .

But Shen Zhexue didn't fall into it, he held the ice blade in one hand and threw it out!

On the battlefield, the sword cultivator throws his sword with all his might, Jun Rujing raised his hand and raised the mirror screen, but saw the ice blade pass through the mirror and go straight for him.

That is the ice spirit extracted from Shen Zhexueling's root, it is the purest spiritual energy, it has a soul but has no form, and no obstacles can stop it.

Jun Rujing's pupils shrunk slightly, and there was no killing intent on the blade, but the aura that radiated directly hit his consciousness.

He frowned, and chanted the Transformation Mantra, two fingers actually stuck the invisible edge.

Drops of blood dripped, and cold air surged forward.

The spiritual energy in Shen Zhexue's palm formed a pale red ice sword with Jing Jun's blood beads. He rushed forward, and the ice sword and the cold air in his palm built a long bridge.

He jumped up and got close to Jun Rujing's body!

Mr. Jing raised the mirror in his palm, and the sword mirror collided with each other in an instant.

The spiritual energy in her body surged, but Shen Zhexue moved her sword upwards like a dragon in a river, chopping and cutting, stabbing and pressing, flowing like clouds and flowing water.

Mr. Jing used the mirror to parry, Shen Zhexue leaned forward with his sword pressed, the coldness restrained into a line, tightly wrapped around the magic mirror.

Jun Rujing's wrist was cut by the cold air, and there was a soft ding-dong in her ear——

Shen Zhexue used all her strength and used Jun Rujing's blood as a medium to forcibly activate a talisman.

It was his whim when he was tired of listening to Shen Yu's writing teaching materials for talisman cultivation. He referred to Taiqingzong's heart demon mirror array, and used blood to draw talismans to reflect the demon's heart.

If this kind of move is considered as a big move to deal with Jun Rujing, it is as difficult as heaven, but Shen Zhexue's original intention is also for the moment of empty door, sword repair close to the body, unless they want to retreat, there is no reason to be beaten back.

Jun Rujing stood and avoided, his breath was not disturbed, but his movements were a little slow.

Just when Shen Zhexue was about to make another inch, a flash of spiritual light swept out from the side, forcibly separating the entangled two people!

Shen Zhexue was thrown out of Jianping, fell to the ground and vomited blood.

He raised his eyes, only to see a man in red with flame patterns blocking Jun Rujing behind him.

The ice sword under his left hand was shattered, Shen Zhexue staggered to his feet, Leng Sanqiu and others descended from the viewing platform and landed in front of him.

"Master Sang." Leng Sanqiu said in a deep voice.

Sang Qi had a modest attitude and explained: "Sect Master Leng, Ah Jing's soul has not healed at the time of divination. I am afraid that the heart demon array will hurt his soul again, so I will interrupt it with a shot. I hope you will forgive me."

Then he looked at Shen Zhexue and said, "Elder Shen is very good at swordsmanship. He was shocked to be a heavenly man, but he breathes heavily. I think you may have an old disease from looking at your complexion. Let's give up today's competition. At that time, Yuan Neng was taught by Elder Shen himself. A pillar of the world of comprehension a hundred years from now."

While he was speaking, he half embraced Mr. Jing in his arms and stroked his long hair. Mr. Jing was also facing inward with his eyes drooping, looking like a weak person with a damaged soul.

This couple was dressed in red and one black, they looked outstanding, and the clothes were all gorgeous, but Jing Junxin was tall and tall, but she acted like a small bird, which was very endearing.

Only Shen Zhexue felt like vomiting blood as she pressed her painful head.

This Sanqi's spiritual energy obviously used [-]% to [-]% of his strength, and now he has a splitting headache and feels that his entire arm is about to be broken.

But since the other party's words already meant to give in, and Leng Sanqiu's goal had been accomplished, naturally there would be no more trouble.

He said to Shen Zhexue: "Elder Yan is a teacher who asks questions, so go and see your disciple."

After hearing this, Shen Zhexue cursed in her heart, and knew that there was no further delay, she clutched her arms and hurried to the stone platform.

Speaking of Shitai, Shi Yuan was swept by the sword wind and fell to the ground.

He reacted swiftly and rolled on the spot, avoiding Elder Shen's sword following closely behind.

There are three swords left.

Sword repair is the most difficult but also the most vicious kind of practice.

The scary thing is that once their cultivation base reaches a certain level, any tricky Taoism will become empty talk in front of them.

They are a sword in themselves, even if he is a magic weapon of talisman paper, it can break through it with one blow.

The disciples on the stage couldn't bear to look at it again. If they didn't know Elder Yan's character and knew that he would never avenge his personal revenge publicly, they would have wondered where the little junior had offended the elder so that he would be hurt like this.

Shi Yuan swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and fixedly looked at Yan Yuanhan.

All the swords and all the talismans on his body could not resist Yan Yuanhan's.

It is very likely that he will not be able to survive the remaining three swords.

But he didn't want to stop.

He has a new move.

The disciples outside the field were surprised: "Ah! What is he doing?"

I saw Shi Yuan urging the wind talisman, and the wind twisted into a long thread under the restraint of spiritual power, and lined up in front of his eyes one by one.

Shi Yuan's luck was concentrated, his hands were in the shape of plucking strings, and the energy was released, and the wind strings moved in response to the sound!

Le Xiu on the stage slapped his thigh, "Damn! It's 'Wandering Shujian', can you still play this song like this?!"

"What what? Isn't Wandering Shujian your killing song? Why can't I hear what he is playing?" The doctor in the front row turned his head and asked.

"It's still the sound of the wind." Le Xiu analyzed: "The wind of the Wandering Shujian is similar to the sword energy of the sword cultivator. This child knows that he does not have a weapon that can withstand the sword energy of Elder Yan, so he simply turns it into something tangible. invisible."

Yuexiu, who majored in piano, added: "The melody itself can't hurt Elder Yan, but the wind can blind people's eyes and ears. He uses the wind and sword qi to confront the sword qi. There are all kinds of sounds in the wind gust, and he can easily avoid it. Elder Yan must use his sword to eliminate the wind blade, so the number of remaining swords will be less."

"So he's a bit like the method of array cultivation, but is it really good? The cultivation is specialized and not complicated. Will his behavior affect the evaluation of the elders?"

The array cultivator who had eaten hot pot a few days ago interjected: "Don't mention it, our new Elder Shen is also like this. If he uses it well, he can be considered unique. Eh? Elder Shen, why didn't he come?"

On the stage, Shi Yuan consumed Yan Yuanhan's sword with a song.

There are only two swords left.

Yan Yuanhan glanced at the direction of Jianping of the Zongzhu Peak, shook his head suddenly, and said to Shiyuan: "Forget it, just take another sword from me."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Yuanhan's aura changed suddenly.

Shi Yuan's heart sank.

He knew how much he weighed, and Yan Yuanhan obviously kept his hands back in the previous few sword strikes, it was not so much a sparring, it was more like an instruction.

But after he proposed two swords for one sword, his patience for pointing seemed to have finally run out.

Shi Yuan fully believed that with the next strike, Yan Yuanhan was going to destroy him.

On the field, there was a peak leader who cherished his talents and spoke out to dissuade them, but Yan Yuanhan ignored them, and the chill actually isolated them.

Shi Yuan took a deep breath and took back all the wind lingering around the venue.

He took advantage of the wind to cut his finger, and the blood was flying, and he took out a wooden branch from his sleeve.

The round blood bead clung around the tree, like red plum blossoms, he let go of his hand immediately, surrounded by a long wind, with the wooden branch as the heart, a wind sword hangs on the high platform.

The peak masters strengthened the barrier, and said via voice transmission: "This kid dares to think."

Yan Yuanhan holds the sword in his hand, he said that the combination of two swords is really twice as powerful.

He swept across with his sword, and the sword energy whizzed away!

- Boom! !

The barrier trembled violently, and the disciples in the front row yelled out loudly while resisting the cold current: "My little junior brother ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Half of the high platform collapsed, raising dust all over the sky, blocking sight.

The disciples outside the arena were extremely eager, and even opened their Jingxu Sky Eyes to judge the situation on the arena.

The medical practitioners are ready to go, and they are about to rush to the stage to save people.

After the smoke and dust gradually cleared, the scene on the stage made everyone exclaim!

Shi Yuan knelt down on one knee, the blood under his body was mottled, and the ashes of the hibiscus tree were scattered all over the ground.

He continued intermittently: "Thank you, cough...the elder is merciful!"

Yan Yuanhan stood in front of Shi Yuan, looking down at him.

After a while, he said, "Not bad."

Putting away the sword, this comment was just enough for the audience to hear.

"It's not in vain for your master to take over the emperor's son Jiangxi and invite him to fight. Yan Mou will test it on his behalf, but you can still be his disciple."

His gaze fell not far away, and Shen Zhexue just arrived, holding on to the white jade stone gate leading to the high platform, panting and coughing up blood.

At that time, Shen Zhexue's last sword had been met, but after the smoke and dust cleared, Shi Yuan stood up tremblingly even though his whole body was also wounded.

Yan Yuanhan's words contained too much information.

After a long time of reaction outside the court, a new wave of noise was set off again.

"Invite a teacher to fight?! Is it the one from the emperor? I relied on Elder Shen to fight the invite teacher?!"

"Master, Master, you should send us a letter!" A disciple took out a water mirror to connect to his master.

The opponent scolded: "Do you dare to watch the teacher's battle? Now the suzerain peak is full of debris, and the grass on the ground is frozen to the root! If you come to watch, will you still hear me scolding you tomorrow?!"

Over the past hundred years, Emperor Zijiang has robbed Xubu Taiqing of two apprentices, and Shiyuan will be the third.

He was also the only disciple who was not robbed.

These disciples in the sect only had an idea of ​​the battle of inviting teachers, but many elders of the peak masters present had indeed seen the previous two battles with their own eyes.

The emperor's son Jiangxi's Lingjun is unpredictable, very cold, and never shows mercy.

Seeing that Shen Zhexue was covered in blood, but just because she dared to take over the invitation to the teacher to fight, they couldn't help feeling a little bit of admiration.

Yan Yuanhan said to the tea-serving disciples outside the stage who had been stunned for a long time: "Let's serve tea."

According to the usual practice, after the teacher asks questions, the disciple who has successfully apprenticed to the teacher will serve tea to the teacher on the spot.

When Shi Yuan saw that Shen Zhexue's body was covered with wounds, his heart felt like a knife was twisted. His ears were buzzing, and he could vaguely hear a few words of "asking for a teacher to fight", so he could guess that Shen Zhexue had just gone through a fierce battle.

It was for his hard fight.

Shen Zhexue's eyesight is about the same as that of an eighty-year-old man, and he can see everything hazy. He was worried about Shi Yuan's injury, and walked up to the high platform in a few steps.

Just as he approached, he heard a "plop", and Shi Yuan landed on his knees with a cup of tea in his hand.

The white porcelain saucer was stained with blood from your finger, which was shocking.

Shi Yuan held the teacup flat, trembling his lips, unable to speak a word.

The two of them just rolled around in the bloody water for a few times, and they couldn't even see the original color of their clothes, only the blood-stained red.

Shen Zhexue took the teacup and took a sip.

The clear tea fragrance dilutes the bloody taste in the mouth, and the sweetness rolls back on the tip of the tongue.

The stone platform was in a mess, and there was a lot of chaos outside.

It was in this commotion that Shi Yuan kowtowed.

In the blink of an eye, the time travels back in January, and the fear and pain all turn into Feihong stepping on the snow.

How could he call out again: "Master."

In the dark, Shen Zhexue had a feeling.

Maybe he and this apprentice have a lot of fate.

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The author has something to say:

Ding! Your apprentice is here and the order has been signed!

Yao: Take a look! Kowtow tea scene is coming!!

Shi Yuan: (Looking at the chapter)... If the master hadn't said that beating people is not good, I would have drawn my sword right now, would you believe me?

Yuan: Yeah?

Shen Zhexue: Lie flat, don't cue, signing the bill.