The fairy is fierce

The contemptuous and indifferent voice came into the ears, and the whole place was almost boiling!

Countless cultivators were shocked, thinking they had heard it wrong.

Zhao Wuxie, who was still smiling just now, suddenly froze, and then became angry and furious. Is there something wrong with your brain? He came to the door with a sword and said this. If you don’t ask the sword, are you going to destroy the family?

Song Qianji, who was standing opposite, was stunned, wondering if he was here to seek revenge? He also turned around and looked at his senior brother and the head.

Other immortals also couldn’t figure out why this young swordsman had such an aggressive tone. How big a grudge is this?

Among all the people, only Bao Xiangyang in the corridor was slightly shocked, nodded, and muttered:

"Hmm... this taste is right."

The female cultivator Yahe next to him heard the words and said in confusion:

"What taste is right?"

"Male taste!"

"Pooh"

Yahe blushed and pouted, but nodded: "Indeed."

Bo Yezi also nodded: "So domineering, if I don't die today, I can't help but recognize this boy as my son-in-law."

"This boy will probably say, are you worthy?"

"?!"

"I'm not targeting my brother, I'm just stating the facts. I, Bao Xiangyang, have never seen such an arrogant young man in my life..."

...

With the words "Are you worthy?", the atmosphere outside Jianmen was half fanatical and half silent.

Under the Panlong Wall, several famous people from other sects were silent and looked at the elders of Luojian Mountain.

The smile on the face of the head Xue Yuanxia turned into hidden anger in an instant, but under the watchful eyes of the public, he quickly restrained himself.

Han Song, who was standing next to him, guessed who this boy was through his inhuman arrogant attitude. He stood up and stepped forward, saying in a deep voice: "You little brat, be careful when you speak. Just based on this sentence, I, Luojianshan, will beat you to death on the spot, and no one will say a word." The cultivators present had no doubt about this. To ask for swords is to ask for advice and exchange ideas. No matter how big the hatred is, the other sect will not kill you in public with this excuse; if you accidentally kill him, it means that your skills are not good enough and you can't control it freely, and you have to rescue him. The white-robed swordsman's sentence "Are you worthy?" is too much, which is the same as declaring war. Even if the other party comes out in full force to kill you, no one will gossip. After all, they have come to kill you, and you can't ask the other sect to exchange ideas according to the rules. If there weren't so many people today, Luojianshan would have to pay attention to the attitude of a wealthy family, and it is estimated that the white-robed swordsman would be beaten half to death on the spot. Everyone thought that after the warning, the white-robed swordsman would be restrained.

But what was shocking was that the white-robed swordsman ignored Han Song and looked directly at the head of the sect, Xue Yuanxia, ​​who was sitting in the main seat, and said indifferently:

"I came here today to see what kind of sect can teach a scum who picks fights in the market, bullies others with power, and kills his comrades. Even if you are not ashamed of my disciple's doing such a shameful thing, if you want me not to vent my anger on my master, my master should come out and apologize, right?"

"Buzz..."

What the hell?

There was a lot of noise in the audience, some were confused and some were shocked.

Some monks who came from Thunder Cliff remembered something, but the shock in their eyes did not diminish at all.

They thought that 'Zuo Ci' killed someone, and he would get away with it if he was timid, and block outside the market if he was brave enough.

But they never expected that this swordsman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere would not be satisfied with taking two lives, and ran to Luojian Mountain to ask his master to apologize! What kind of courage is this? Or is it a reckless man?

Many people were confused and asked around; the cultivators who knew about the conflict in Duobaotan hurriedly began to explain to the people around them, and the scene was noisy.

Under the Panlong Wall, Xue Yuanxia was furious, but his expression remained calm.

The conflict in Duobaotan was nothing, but Han Chupeng's killing of his own guards to survive was really criticized. After all, those who could do such a thing were all scums despised by everyone, not to mention that Luojianshan was a famous and upright sect.

This matter should not be made a big deal, so Xue Yuanxia said directly:

"It seems that the young friend is here to make trouble. Tell me your family name and don't hurt the harmony between the elders."

The white-robed swordsman was so arrogant that no one believed that he was just a casual cultivator of low birth, and there must be a backer behind him. Of course, there really was.

So Luojianshan had to ask clearly before taking action no matter how angry he was.

But Zuo Lingquan came out of this trip and knew what he wanted to do. If he wanted to be friends with Yutang, he couldn't be a young eagle under the wings of the ancestor.

Therefore, Zuo Lingquan had no intention of announcing his origin. Today, he was a solitary crane that fell from the sky to the mortal world, using his sharp beak and claws to protect his wings:

"It is the teacher's fault for not teaching strictly. Han Chupeng committed such a despicable act, and Luojian Mountain could not escape the blame. You admit your mistakes, make amends, and clean up the mess, and the matter will be written off. If snakes and rats in the same nest cover up for each other..."

A crisp sound.

Xue Yuanxia was so angry that he laughed, and slapped the armrest, saying in a deep voice:

"You little boy, are you sure you don't want to announce your origin?"

The cultivators in the audience were already silent, and they had never expected that this white-robed swordsman would be so stubborn.

What if Luojian Mountain was not right about the Duobaotan incident?

The rules and principles of cultivation are supported by fists. Even if someone knows the mistake, they will clean up the mess privately. Telling you is already the most benevolent thing, and it is not the turn of outsiders to point fingers?

Not to mention apologizing and bowing to outsiders in public, no sect would agree.

In the Edge Corridor, Bao Xiangyang was watching with fear and trepidation. Even though he knew that Zuo Ci had an unfathomable background, he still felt that it was too risky. This was simply not treating Luojianshan as a human being.

Bo Yezi shook his head repeatedly: "This kid is too frivolous. He doesn't know how high the sky is. He should take the teacher out after saying harsh words. Are you really prepared to die if you don't repay the teacher for such serious words?"

"yes."

…

Everyone on the field was worried about the white-robed swordsman, and the same was true in the stone pavilion in the distant mountains.

Wu Laodao and his disciple Lu Qing turned pale. They stood behind the old Taoist and said:

"Uncle, why don't you show your attitude? This man and I had a relationship..."

The old Taoist wearing a lotus crown had a plain expression:

"No need. Luojianshan asked the family twice, which shows that he is guilty. If it were a sect like Zixiao City or Juejianya, he would go out with just one sword, no matter who your master is. This kid is smart, he doesn't tell the truth, and he shows The more talented someone is, the more Luojian Mountain will be afraid of him. It depends on his ability, whether he can stand up to this. "

…

On the sword platform, Zuo Lingquan's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. Hearing Xue Yuanxia's question, he raised his head slightly and showed a hint of contempt:

"Luojian Mountain prides itself on being a wealthy family, claiming to be on par with the two heroes of Juejian Cliff. They have repeatedly asked me to sign up for the family. Could it be that they are prepared to admit their mistakes if they can't offend them, and shamelessly if they can?"

"Wow"

As soon as this was said, the whole place was agitated.

These words hit Luo Jianshan's pain point, and almost broke the sword heart of the elder under Panlong Wall.

Xue Yuanxia's face was gloomy, he clenched his hands tightly, suppressed the urge to go out and kill this kid, and said angrily:

"A swordsman speaks with his sword, what's the point of being smart? Thousands of opportunities!"

Luo Jianshan was dealing with a mistake in Duobao Pond, and the more he argued, the more embarrassing he became. If he wanted to silence his nonsense and convince everyone, he could only hit the other party until he didn't dare to say another word.

However, in full view of everyone present, no matter how angry Xue Yuanxia was, it was impossible for him to rush out in a swarm and lose the dignity of a wealthy family. Let Song Qianji go up and teach the opponent a lesson, and he could also find out the opponent's details through sword skills, talents, etc.

On the sword platform, Song Qianji felt a little guilty when he saw the opponent being so aggressive. In order to prevent himself from kicking the iron plate and killing himself, Song Qianji asked first:

"What is your profession?"

"puff……"

There was a burst of sneers among the monks watching, feeling that Song Qianji's head was not working properly.

People come here to smash the signboard, but they don’t come here to ask for swordsmanship. What kind of ethics can they report? If you feel guilty, just get out of here.

Some monks from Jade Yaozhou had been dissatisfied with Song Qianji's arrogance for a long time. A few of them boldly said:

"Song Jianxian, if you feel guilty, replace yourself with someone else. It's not good for you to use your sword like this."

"yes……"

…

Song Qianji is really calm:

"Song is not more than a hundred years old. Although he is the junior master uncle of Luojian Mountain, his age is almost the same as that of his disciples. It is natural to ask about his opponent's conduct."

In the audience, Zhao Wuxie opened his mouth, thought about it and let it go. He didn't say anything, with a strange expression.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes turned back to the sword platform and his voice was calm:

"Let Han Song come out. He is the elder Han Chupeng. He wants to use his sword to reason. It's his turn, but you are not worthy.

"..."

Song Qianji held the sword and rubbed his fingers in his sleeves. After a moment of silence, he still put the sect's face first and said coldly:

"Really? Then I want to see if your sword is really as cruel as your words..."

Before he finished speaking, the wind suddenly rose above the sword platform.

Song Qianji, who was wearing a brocade robe, took a step forward and unsheathed the sword half an inch at the same time.

Cha

Everyone's breath froze slightly, knowing that they would soon see a duel that would spread far and wide between the north and the south.

But what they don’t know is that the next scene will also be famous for generations to come!

Because this is the first sword left by Zuo Lingquan to the land of Jiuzhou and even the entire spiritual path!

call out

The sound of the sword is like the roar of a dragon in the sky!

Before everyone could react to what was going on, they noticed a spine-chilling edge that suddenly came to the center of their eyebrows.

This scene made the high-level monks who reacted quickly tremble and instinctively tensed up their bodies to defend themselves against the enemy. Even the Taoist wearing a lotus crown subconsciously moved back half an inch with a look of surprise on his face.

The swordsman on the mountain top is fighting. When you feel the sword's intention, the sword has already gone out, and you will not be given a chance to react in advance.

Everyone saw a dazzling sword light appearing on the sword platform, but the core was inky black.

The sword light flashed past and seemed to split the entire sword platform into two halves in an instant.

The white-robed swordsman originally standing on one side of the sword platform disappeared.

In just a flash of sword light, the white-robed swordsman had already crossed the Baizhang sword platform and arrived at the other end, in front of the Panlong Wall.

Almost no one saw the process of drawing the sword clearly. When they saw the figure, the white-robed swordsman was already standing at the other end, holding an ancient long sword in his right hand. He was slowly putting the sword into its scabbard and looking up.

At this time, the energy has not even spread.

Kakaka

The sword platform where the ray of sword light passed through cracked from the place where it originally stood and spread forward. After a moment, it spread to the back of the standing swordsman.

The monks outside the sword platform also felt a sharp sword energy coming from across their faces, like a biting cold wind raging, causing the skin and flesh on their faces to ache!

Then, the formation above Luojian Mountain began to cause violent ripples, and even the sea of ​​clouds and rain curtains above the sky moved.

This sword moved the sky and shocked the world!

The soaring sword intent caused the white-haired old man who was fishing by a pool in Huajunzhou to open his deep eyes and look this way.

In the middle of the sword light, Song Qianji still maintained the posture of taking half a step forward. The sword in his hand was only one foot out of the sheath. His body was stiff and he looked in front of him in disbelief. His eyes could not be described as shocked, but confused.

I was confused, what was that thing I passed by just now?

Ta...ta...

Blood dripped from the robe, and the sound was small, but it spread far and wide to every corner of Shuju Peak.

There were only a few people present who could see the situation clearly, and most of the monks watching had no idea what had just happened.

The elders of Luojian Mountain stood up at some point, with astonishment and horror clearly displayed on their faces.

In the pavilion on the distant mountain, the old Taoist with the lotus crown also looked surprised:

"Jianyi?!"

The couple Bo Yezi and Yahe in the verandah are not martial arts practitioners, but they can roughly see the process clearly, and their eyes are shocking. Bo Yezi asked:

"This is……"

Eight-armed Xuanmen Bao Xiangyang looked solemn and said:

"This is... Luojianshan's father!"

"Um?"

…

As the former leader of swordsmanship in Luojian Mountain, it would be impossible for Luojianshan not to have the special "Jianyi", because "Jianyi" is the symbol that proves that one's swordsmanship can reach the peak. Without "Jianyi" to establish a sect, it is impossible to recruit good disciples. .

No one here knows ‘Jian Yi’ better than Luo Jian Shan.

Therefore, the several elders and heads under the Panlong Wall were more shocked than anyone else.

"Sword One" is not a bad sword skill, but the strongest sword refined by the fusion of one's own swordsmanship, state of mind, experience, cultivation, and body.

This thing has nothing to do with the realm, because experience does not affect the rise of the realm. If you only want to live forever in the realm, you only need to have enough physical strength.

This is not the case with 'Sword One'. Sword One seeks the strongest killing power. All aspects must be tempered to the extreme. Only when they are suitable for this sword can it be used. There is a flaw in the above conditions. If you can't figure it out, you just can't figure it out.

The teacher can tell you where to practice, but how to practice still depends on yourself. The state of mind cannot be taught, and the difficulty of realizing it is as high as the sky.

Take Luo Jian Mountain as an example. Due to the withering of talents, there are almost no successors. There are only two people who can use the "Luo Xia" style created by the ancestor. One is the ancestor of Xiaoshan and the other is the sword-wielding elder. Song Chang wept.

The leader, Xue Yuanxia, ​​has been practicing swordsmanship all his life, and has reached the level of jade. He can't even realize it. He can only worry about the daily necessities of life as the leader. Han Song and Song Qianji are stronger and have found some opportunities.

Finding an opportunity and realizing it are two different things. Finding an opportunity means finding the way up the mountain, and 'Jianyi' is the top of the mountain, which is thousands of miles away.

Just now, Zhao Wuxie was less than thirty, and he had touched some of the artistic conception of 'Jian Yi', which shocked them. What was this?

Xue Yuanxia even forgot his anger and asked softly:

"Whose 'Jianyi' is this?"

The sword-wielding elder next to him cried loudly, frowned and thought for a long time, and shook his head:

"The momentum is like that of Jue Jian Ya Twelve Lang, but the sword intent is completely different. I have never seen it before. And... this sword is so fast!"

Song Changqi is the strongest external fighter in Luojian Mountain. He has mastered the 'Luoxia' passed down by his ancestors. If he can say that other swords are 'very fast', that means they are really fast.

Han Song looked serious: "It's really fast. I didn't even see the realm. Did you see it?"

Song Changqi shook his head: "At such a speed, a half-step jade-level body can't do it. It is probably on the same level as you and me, but the fluctuations in the soul are messy and not very similar."

After hearing this, several elders looked surprised and uncertain.

Everyone who practices swordsman knows that 'Jian Yi' is invincible in the same realm. If this person is at the same realm as them, only Song Changqi among them can parry it; if the opponent holds a fairy sword, basically whoever is in the same realm will kill him. Any protective magic weapon is a paper shell.

Thinking of this, Xue Yuanxia spoke again:

"Can you tell the origin of that sword?"

"The shot was too fast, no resistance was encountered, and not much can be seen, but for those who can 'Sword One', the immortal weapon embryo is the standard equipment..."

…

"Wow"

After the experts on the mountain conversed for a while, the monks in the room recovered from the shock and shouted in disbelief.

"What's going on?"

"What is this?"

"I don't know. Did you draw your sword just now?"

…

Among the crowd, Zhao Wuxie, who was originally very nervous, had a strange expression and was smiling, but the smile was very forced, as if he wanted to hide the despair in his heart.

Because when he was getting stronger rapidly, this old friend seemed to fly faster, and the unreachable feeling he brought to him was a hundred times stronger than before. It was so strong that it made people despair and despair, a despair that would be out of reach in this life.

If the person on the stage was not his former teammate, but his opponent, I'm afraid the sword's heart would have collapsed and he would no longer have the motivation and desire to practice swordsmanship.

But it's not that different now.

Zhao Wuxie looked at the back, and after a long time, he sighed with a hint of self-deprecation and helplessness.

Zuo Lingquan knew that his sword would break the hearts of many people, but that was the case for swordsmen.

Those who cannot bear the despair and disparity will never reach the peak. If they don't fall in front of him, they will fall in front of others. He will not let his sword show worries or hesitation for this reason.

Zuo Lingquan slowly put away the Xuanming Sword and raised his eyes to look at Xue Yuanxia who was whispering, his voice still indifferent:

"Let me ask again, are Luojian Mountain going to hold on with dignity, or are you going to admit your mistake and apologize?"

"Buzz buzz..."

There was constant noise outside the court, the words were incoherent, and it was no longer clear what was being said.

After Xue Yuanxia was slightly shocked, his face darkened again. After all, one move of "Sword One" could not scare Luo Jianshan!

If Han Chupeng had not had the foresight to cause such a big mess, it was time to clean up the family. However, as a well-known immortal family in Huajunzhou, if the other party admitted his mistake and apologized on the spot as soon as he showed his sword, I am afraid it would be a shame to the sword sect in the world.

He didn't give in just now, but now that the sword is out, it's even less possible for him to bow his head.

Xue Yuanxia stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at Zuo Lingquan:

"Good swordsmanship, but do you really think that with this sword, you can control Luojian Mountain? The old sword god and even countless swordsmen have come to this sword platform, who do you think you are?"

With this sentence, he could no longer control his tone and slightly lost the dignity of the head of the Xian family.

Zuo Lingquan was not angry when he heard the sound, and glanced at the people under Panlong Wall:

"Since you refuse to apologize, then continue to 'reason'. Is there a tough-talking swordsman in Luojian Mountain who dares to go on stage to argue with me?"

"Buzz..."

All the monks in the room were whispering, but the initial contempt and suspicion were no longer in their eyes.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that two wealthy immortal families are at odds with each other. The other party wants to make Luojian Mountain a memory. This kind of competition between the forces on the top of the mountain is just for the juniors to watch and have nothing to do with them. relation.

In the verandah, Bo Yezi stood with his hands behind his hands, the shock in his eyes subdued, and he asked:

"Which sect is this knocking on Luo Jian Mountain? From the perspective of this person's realm, it is about half a jade step up and down. If you are more aggressive, you may suffer a loss."

The higher the realm of spiritual practice, the fewer small realms there are, but the difficulty and gap in practice also begin to become higher step by step.

Yu Jie has mastered the art of the soul, even if it is only the first level of the 'Ghost Realm', he has already begun to refine the 'Yin Shen' or 'Human Soul', and is entering the realm of gods.

Let’s not talk about the innate magical powers such as the longevity of a thousand years, the spirit soul leaving the body, the spirit magic spell, and the ability to survive after leaving the body. In terms of martial arts fighting alone, the ghost realm monks can be crushed even if they take even half a jade step.

Because half a jade step cannot grasp the power of the soul, and when a person makes a move, it is the soul that gives instructions first, and then the meridians and Qi Mansion begins to use the true energy in the body to accumulate power.

As long as the half-step jade step makes a thought, the opponent can rely on the fluctuation of the soul to sense the movements and intentions in advance.

They have reached the Jade level, with state suppression and the ability to see through people's underwear. Such a gap cannot be bridged by one sword and one sword.

Bao Xiangyang was already impressed by the charm of Zuo Jianxian. When he heard the couple talking, he shook his head and said:

"Not necessarily. This swordsman carries two swords, so they can't be used for show. The other sword has never been used, and there must be something hidden in the box."

Female Xiu Yahe has actually been paying attention to this matter. She frowned and said:

"The sword has come out, what else is hidden? Could it be that the unsheathed one is an immortal sword?"

"The Immortal Sword must be the natal sword. How can it be hung on the body? Well... I can't say for sure..."

The three people in the verandah were not the only ones who had such suspicions.

Xue Yuanxia was also suspicious, but the other party had already reached the point of "bullying no one in Jianshan Mountain". No matter how worried he was, he had to have someone come up to "theory".

Xue Yuanxia turned his eyes to his side:

"Long cry."

The elder holding the sword let out a long cry and stood up.

The countless cultivators who were watching also became agitated, knowing that Luojian Mountain had a red eye in this fight.

‘Sword One’ is known as ‘invincible in the same realm’, so some people must be wondering what the consequences will be if two monks in the same realm challenge each other.

The sword cultivator at the top of the mountain has also explained long ago that the 'Sword One' is a one-sword sure-killing technique. At the same level, there is only 'knowledge and incompetence', and there is no distinction between strength and weakness.

If we don't take into account the protective magic weapons and immortal soldiers, whoever takes action later will die, and whoever takes action at the same time will die together. Anyway, one of them will die.

Song Changqi and the White-robed Sword Immortal are both sword cultivators. In order to pursue the strongest killing power, they will not waste their thoughts and cultivation on protection. They will go head-to-head with recklessness. If you don't give in, you may not live, but whoever gives in will definitely die.

And when 'Jian Yi' takes action, there is probably not one person within ten thousand miles who can pull the two mountaintop sword cultivators apart. Whether the ancestor of Xiaoshan can guarantee that there will be no accidents is unknown.

Seeing Song Chang crying before, Bao Xiangyang's heart tightened. Zuo Ci's moral behavior is not higher than Song Chang crying. At most, he is in the same situation, and it is impossible to be scared away. As long as the two of them fight, even Luo Jianshan will not dare to kill anyone. , and they can’t help it.

Although he had no friendship with Luo Jian Shan, Bao Xiangyang was afraid that 'Zuo Ci' would get hit on the head and die together.

It was a pity that such a domineering swordsman died in a place like this. Bao Xiangyang hesitated again and again, wanting to act as a peacemaker and make peace.

But before Bao Xiangyang made any move, a glow appeared on the sword gate between Shuju Peak and Hanzhi Peak.

Thousands of feet of red clouds descend from the top of the mountain.

A figure walked from the glow, unhurriedly, but in an instant, it reached the top of Panlong Wall.

Ancestor Xiaoshan is here!

…

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