flying sword

Chapter 21 Sword Shadow Reappearance
On the ring, the uncle who presided over the competition quickly appeared, and after looking at Xin Jiuli in surprise, he asked lightly.

"You really can't fight anymore?"

"Reporting to Master Uncle, the disciple has already used up all of it, and can no longer fight."

"Okay, then I'll announce that Zixuan from Ghost Dance will win this match."

Then the old man's voice sounded on the ring, and the scolding around him became more intense.

Xin Jiuli said nothing, and slowly got off the ring.

Zixuan blinked her big eyes at this time, looked at Xin Jiuli's figure, with a look of hesitation, but finally said nothing, and followed closely off the ring.

So far, the competition of the sixth level of Kaiyuan Realm was over, Zixuan did not choose to challenge the masked man again, and simply gave up the No.1 position, which naturally disappointed many disciples who wanted to see a good show.

"Hmph, do you think you can hide? I don't believe you won't participate in the competition at the seventh level of the Yuan Kaijing!"

The masked man looked in Xin Jiuli's direction expressionlessly, and his voice was obviously very angry.

"You are not his opponent."

A faint voice came out, and the masked man looked at the person in surprise.

"Senior brother Zhu Yan, you really underestimate me."

"Haven't you noticed?"

"what…"

"His flying sword just now!"

The masked man became thoughtful when he heard the words, and suddenly froze.

"His flying sword just now was able to control the strength so accurately. Could it be that his flying sword has..."

"That's right, his flying sword has already been practiced. Although your demon spirit is powerful, there is absolutely no chance of winning against this person." Speaking of this, Zhu Yan's eyes became full of fighting spirit: "In this case, let's Let me see how strong you are from the Flying Sword lineage with the most destructive power in the legend!"

As soon as the words fell, a raging fire appeared under Zhu Yan's feet, and in an instant, the earth made a "chi chi" sound, as if it was really about to be melted! ! !
At night, the full moon hangs high.

On a hillside somewhere in Tiandaozong, a figure was sitting cross-legged with his hands clasped together.

But seeing the boy suddenly frowned, he said lightly to the deserted hillside, "Come out."

"Hey, my master!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp, baby-like voice sounded in Xin Jiuli's mind.

At the same time, the blood-colored sword shadow at the dantian also slowly floated up.

This voice was naturally made by that sword soul.

After fighting Wu Yifei, he discovered that the sword soul was faintly waking up again, so he came to this uninhabited hillside early.

Even after exhausting all kinds of methods, he did not wake up the sword soul, but at this time, for some reason, he did wake up?
"Let's talk about it. Is it your fault for the previous swordsmanship? I ask myself that I don't have the ability to defeat that person with a single sword."

Xin Jiuli said lightly.

"Master, that is the sword technique you have comprehended!"

The bloody sword soul paused slightly, "The purpose of waiting for the appearance of the sword soul is to allow the sword master to comprehend his own way of the sword. It seems that the master has mastered his own way of the sword in the previous few battles."

"Congratulations, master, you have achieved great success!"

"puff"

"I don't feel anything about the way of the sword or the way of the sword." Xin Jiuli was speechless.

He did have some insights in the previous few battles, but apart from some fighting skills, he didn't find anything special at all.

"Then tell me, what is the way of swords that I understand?" Xin Jiuli rolled his eyes and threw the question back.

"Uh, this..."

Xin Jiuli sneered.

"Master, although I'm not very clear, but I'm sure, the way of the master's sword must be the master of killing and blood staining the common people!!!" The voice of the bloody sword soul became clear.

"Although I don't know the details yet, every time the master fights, I feel an inexplicable excitement. If the master hadn't fought many times, I would never have woken up so soon."

"Hiss... you mean, my swordsmanship needs to be learned in battle?!"

"Well, it should be like this, it can't be wrong."

Xin Jiuli was silent.

He already believed more than half of the words of the bloody sword shadow. During the previous battle, he really felt a murderous intent in his body. This kind of thing would never happen in the past. Now thinking about it, it is probably the sword soul It's causing trouble.

Suddenly, he was taken aback, and a cold sweat broke out, as if he had thought of something terrible.

That sword soul is still so weak, yet has such a powerful murderous aura, so when he gets stronger, he can't turn himself into a murderer! ! !
When the word murderer comes to mind, there is absolutely no good end. People from various sects of immortals and demons will never give themselves a good end, or they will be suppressed forever and cannot stand up.

But the sword soul has already appeared in the body, and even faintly brought him to touch the threshold of the way of the sword, how can it be eliminated?
Then he hurriedly asked the blood-colored sword shadow, but this time, the blood-colored sword shadow was silent, did not answer his question, and did not know if he had fallen into a period of weakness again.

Xin Jiuli gave up and could only find another chance to ask the bloody sword soul. As for asking Li Yuanhua about this question, he dared not.

Killing Kendo!
If Li Yuanhua knew that he had comprehended this kind of swordsmanship, maybe the old man would have to scold him.

The time of the night was fleeting, and the bell rang again on the main peak of Tiandao Sect.

As soon as the bell stopped, there was an endless stream of disciples rushing to the main peak.

But today there are some different price changes. There are obviously many more people going to the main peak than yesterday.

Most of these people are disciples above the eighth level of Yuan Kaijing, and they didn't know where to hide and practice before, and finally couldn't help but make a move at this time.

This made Xin Jiu, who was full of confidence, hesitate.

It seems that the real master is only coming out now!
Not long after, Xin Jiuli came to the main peak of Tiandaozong again.

Sure enough, the number of people in the square increased by a small half compared to yesterday. Although it was a small half, there were at least three to four hundred people.

The surrounding aura made the young man feel a little overwhelmed, there were auras above the seventh level of the Yuan Kaijing rippling everywhere, and even a few figures in a certain place could faintly transmit the aura of the eighth level of the Yuan Kaijing!
Xin Jiuli had to cheer up and remember these people deeply in his mind.

At this time, Tiandaozong Feng Daoyi and others reappeared on the high-altitude jade platform.

Most of the people on the jade platform were from yesterday, but a few men who had never seen before also appeared on the jade platform at this time.

Xin Jiuli only took one look and recognized one of them, it turned out to be his master Li Yuanhua! ! !

"Feng Daoyou, I didn't expect to have so many more disciples in just ten years. It's really enviable." An old man on the jade platform smacked his lips and said to Feng Daoyi.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Gui's Fenghuo Sect is also impatient. I heard that in the past few years, there has been a wind attribute disciple who is rare in a hundred years. This is really enviable." Feng Daoyi turned to the old man. Arching his hands, he replied with a smile.

The old man was naturally polite again. After a while, Feng Daoyi turned his eyes to the other people behind him, and introduced them solemnly.

"This one is the head of the Taiyi Sect, Xuan Kongzi, brother Xuandao."

"Long admiration, long admiration."

"This one is Fairy Feng from the Beast Sect."

"Long admiration, long admiration, Fairy Feng's name is like thunder, the old man has heard of it for a long time."

Feng Daoyi carefully introduced them one by one.

When his eyes fell on a man dressed as a Confucian scholar in his thirties, his face suddenly froze, and he introduced in a low voice to Fellow Daoist Gui, "This is Tianyu..."

"What, I didn't expect Li Daoyou to come from... Disrespect, disrespect!"

Fellow Daoist Gui's expression froze, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and said, his eyes faintly revealing the intention of making friends.

Li Yuanhua shook his embroidered robe and responded politely.

(End of this chapter)