Senior Brother Jianxian is Going to Have a Good Time Today

Gu Yuan didn't study his opponent carefully, because it was meaningless, no matter what, he had to fight for his life, since it was a battle of life, he would not lose.

However, to Gu Yuan's surprise, the result of today's draw was that he played against the prince from Zhongzhou, Lin Jianxiao.

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Lin Jianxiao is 21 years old this year, and his cultivation is in the late stage of leaving his body. He is on the same level as Luo Guxue, and has comprehended his own sword intent, Qingfeng.

He is the seventh prince of Zhongzhou, and he came to Lingzong, it is said that he is to learn some alchemy and talisman cultivation.

But his specific purpose, in fact, is unknown to everyone in the entire spiritual sect, he came for Luo Guxue of this spiritual sect.

The Seventh Prince is not powerful in Zhongzhou, so he needs some help. Luo Guxue is a good choice, with a refined appearance, and Luo Yesheng is standing behind him. Everyone knows that sooner or later, Luo Yesheng will overthrow the suzerain The position was passed on to Luo Guxue.

He had a good life in Lingzong, and he didn't need to be on guard like he was in Zhongzhou.

On the contrary, quite a few female disciples of the Spiritual Sect wanted to climb up to his high branch, and there were many who threw themselves into their arms, and Lin Jianxiao was not lying on the surface.

However, there were also some rumors in the public, that he never refused to come, and even some time ago, there was a more secret rumor that Lin Jianxiao had a female disciple of the Spirit Sect, but in the end it was just a rumor.

It really sounds absurd. After all, how could he, the prince of Zhongzhou, do such an indecent thing? That female disciple cut off her own meridian and left a blood book, which must have been sent by other princes to slander him, Lin Jianxiao. Really, the gossip quickly died down.

Today's Lin Jianxiao is still very lazy, in the entire Lingzong, his opponent is only one Luo Guxue.

So when he stepped onto the sword stage, he was still holding a gentle smile, "Brother Gu Yuan, do you want to have a sword debate with me?"

Of course, Lin Jianxiao recognized Gu Yuan. He entered the spiritual sect to practice three years ago. Back then he was also shrouded in Gu Yuan's shadow, and at that time... Gu Yuan and Luo Guxue were already very good friends.

So he signaled to Qin Huan to make Gu Yuan the laughing stock of the Lingzong. Unfortunately, not only did Qin Huan fail to do so, he was stabbed by a sword and is still recuperating on the bed. He really...is a waste.

That's why Lin Jianxiao didn't even bother to send Qin Huan the elixir to heal his wounds. He had no use for it.

Gu Yuan glanced at him lightly.

"Get out the sword."

Gu Yuan still had the black iron sword in his hand, he didn't want to use the Jun Que sword, the blood groove of the Jun Que sword would be stained with blood.

When it is automatically collected into the crystal in the hilt of the sword, the smell will become impure, and Gu Yuan hates it.

So he used the black iron sword.

It's just that his action of drawing the sword made all the disciples in the audience dumbfounded.

Is Senior Brother Gu Yuan really crazy?

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Luo Guxue on the stage was also stunned.

Not only her, but also Ning Qingyao, Ning Qingyao had already grabbed the hem of the skirt, her eyes widened, "What's the matter with him?"

Luo Guxue didn't know.

But now that the sword debate has already started, of course she has no way to stop it, but she clearly remembers that she asked Gu Yuan to admit defeat yesterday, and Gu Yuan also agreed, but now he has drawn his sword, showing no sign of admitting defeat at all!

Luo Guxue's face turned pale.

Lin Jianxiao is the Seventh Prince of Zhongzhou, Luo Yesheng has already told her about his character, this guy will take revenge.

And she has a fierce personality. Some time ago, the female disciple of the Lingzong committed suicide because she was raped by him, but the Zhongzhou Imperial City sent a lot of spirit stones.

And because the two domains are friendly on the surface, in the end it was only Luo Yesheng who secretly punished Lin Jianxiao, and in the end it was nothing.

Luo Guxue especially hates such people, but now that Gu Yuan is facing him, if Lin Jianxiao hits hard, Gu Yuan already has no panacea, and it is difficult to recover from his injuries through panacea.

Luo Guxue's breathing became a little rapid, her eyes were fixed on the Sword Discourse Arena, her heart was in a mess.

"Oh, did Gu Yuan beat you?" Ning Qingyao stretched out her hand and shook Luo Guxue's sleeve. Luo Guxue said nothing, but Ning Qingyao saw the anxiety on Luo Guxue's face, and her heart also It sank all of a sudden.

Why did this guy suddenly go crazy? !

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On the sword stage.

The black iron sword in Gu Yuan's hand is actually quite fragile.

Lin Jianxiao, who was opposite him, no longer had such a gentle attitude, his eyes were full of sarcasm, he took out his mysterious spirit sword, "Senior Brother Gu Yuan, where do you have the confidence? The sword? Or your body that has been tempered for only two years?"

Gu Yuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, if Lin Jianxiao was disdainful, then he should be even more disdainful.

He has not practiced any agility in these years, he feels that it is meaningless, everything depends on his own intuition, including swordsmanship, he has a self-created swordsmanship called fish dragon dance.

That's all he can do.

Since there is no need to say any more, Lin Jianxiao is naturally ready, sword energy surrounds him, and the entire stage suddenly becomes violently windy, and the spiritual energy turns into sharp wind blades, with ear-piercing roars Heading towards Gu Yuanyong, the speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to dodge.

This is his sword intent, swift as the wind.

Lin Jianxiao should be considered to be somewhat talented. These wind blades were cut into pieces by Gu Yuan's sword, and then he stepped forward with the sword, and his movements were not too fancy. After avoiding Lin Jianxiao's sword, he moved towards A sword stabbed out of his chest.

It's a pity that after the Xuantie sword touched the opponent's aura barrier, the sword body shook violently. Gu Yuan had no choice but to clenched the blade tightly in his hand and searched for the weak spot of his aura passport again.

But of course Lin Jianxiao would not give him so many opportunities, his sword is very fast, one sword after another, there is always only a little room for Gu Yuan to dodge.

But just like Qin Huan, he couldn't touch Gu Yuan at all, and the black iron sword in Gu Yuan's hand fell in front of him again and again, just like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Meaningless.

In such a battle of attrition, of course Lin Jianxiao has the upper hand. The figures of the two people are constantly switching positions on the sword discussion platform. Gu Yuan not only has to avoid his sword edge, but also avoids those wind blades. There is no way to store spiritual energy, and can only rely on the absorbed spiritual energy to support it forcibly.

Until Lin Jianxiao in front of him suddenly shifted his body, as if using some kind of secret method, the cold light of the sword's edge flashed in front of Gu Yuan.

The blade cut through his eyes.

Such a horrifying scene made the entire audience silent. They are disciples of the Spirit Sect, so naturally they don't want this guy from the Imperial City of Zhongzhou to win, and many disciples...believe the rumor a while ago.

However, the eyes of Gu Yuan in front of him are already bloody and bloody, which is horrible, while Lin Jianxiao has put the sword back into its sheath, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Out of control."

All the light in front of Gu Yuan has disappeared, turning into a hazy and vague darkness.

But he can perceive everything around him, because he is a blood race, but he can't see clearly. Even so, he looked towards the stage, took a deep breath, and whispered to that position.

"Borrow a sword and use it."

That is, at the moment he said this, his finger rested on the storage ring, and without a trace, he took out half of the daily blood stored in the space inside the Jun Que Sword, and absorbed it into it. inside your own body.

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The entire audience was already indifferent, Ning Qingyao was in a daze, she didn't understand why Gu Yuan still borrowed the sword, why didn't he admit defeat.

But he was looking in his direction, so she took out her saber without hesitation and threw it to the audience.

The sword complied with the aura, Gu Yuan gently raised his hand, and he held the blade tightly in his hand.

Gu Yuan turned around, as if the injury to his eyes was meaningless to him, he had simply closed his eyes, so naturally he couldn't see Lin Jianxiao's pity and playful eyes on the opposite side.

"What? Could it be that you have such a deep obsession with Fairy Guxue? Even if that's the case, you still refuse to give up?"

Gu Yuan ignored him, just clenched the blade in his hand, moved his lips slightly, and muttered softly.

"One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States."

He swung his sword.

No one can avoid this sword, no one can hide.

In the past few years, every time he used this sword, no one survived the sword.

Chapter 11 The Victory Is Divided

Luo Guxue on the stage, her fingers were tightly gripping the hem of the skirt, she didn't even realize that her nails had dug into her white and tender thighs.

The sky and the earth were dark, and there seemed to be thunder flashing among the clouds, as if it was about to rain. The flickering light of the sword blade in Gu Yuan's hand made all the disciples of the Spiritual Sect present widen their eyes.

Everyone knows what this sword light means.

This is also a sword with sword intent. The aura of this sword has permeated the audience. Many disciples of the Spirit Sect are now beating faster. Some even subconsciously hold their scabbards, wanting to fight against this Share sword intent.

There was a dim light in front of Gu Yuan, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he cut down the sword without any hesitation. There is no possibility of taking back something like a sword once it is out, so he cut it firmly. Take out this sword.

This is a trick he realized many years ago, and now it has been summarized as the first style of his fish-dragon dance.

The sword finally landed, and the rolling thunder suddenly sounded. Many female disciples turned pale and covered their eyes.

What finally fell to everyone's ears was a clang.

A golden light flashed on Lin Jianxiao's chest. It was a mirror. It was a treasure used by the Zhongzhou royal family for every prince to protect himself. use.

Such treasures can be sold for nearly five thousand high-grade spirit stones, which ordinary monks naturally cannot afford.

This is also the difference between casual cultivators and these monks with backgrounds. Many casual cultivators have spent their entire lives, but in the end they are just chasing each other's starting point.

Gu Yuan's sword didn't fail, and he slashed on the shield that was spread out by the golden light mirror. With a clang, Lin Jianxiao took the opportunity to retreat violently, but he also spat out a mouthful of blood due to the force of the shock.

"You are really a damn animal." Lin Jianxiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was no expression of fear on his face.

On the contrary, he held the long sword in his hand with a smirk, and once again condensed the breeze. In an instant, the wind was surging, and an unknown number of wind blades were condensed on the entire ring, and they were now ready to go.

And Gu Yuan stood there, holding the sword in one hand, neither dodging nor dodging, his expression was still so calm.

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"Sovereign, do you want to end?" the elder whispered in the ear of the suzerain.

Generally speaking, above the Lingzong Grand Competition, no one would use too much Lingbao. Otherwise, the victory or defeat would have already been decided by default, so what's the point?

So now Luo Yesheng only needs to give an order, this competition... Whoever wins is only Luo Yesheng's idea.

But Luo Yesheng's expression was very calm, she didn't panic at all, on the contrary, there was a smile on the corner of her lips, "Continue."

The Great Elder frowned slightly, "I'm afraid there will be trouble if we continue."

Luo Yesheng squinted at the First Elder, and there was already a little displeasure in his eyes, so the First Elder lowered his head and retreated behind her in a regular manner.

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On the Sword Discourse Arena, there was already the sound of rain, the strong wind tore open Gu Yuan's skin, and soon there were blood droplets scattered, and then washed away by the torrential rain, his shoulders, lower abdomen, there were already many wounds. In the depth of the road, the injury of the bone can be seen.

But he still stood there, holding his sword to block all the wind blades he could block, without any extra movements.

It is of course meaningless to use a sword against Lin Jianxiao now. It is absolutely impossible for Gu Yuan to smash the golden mirror on his body.

So he could only wait silently. Lin Jianxiao had already held the sword and rushed towards him along with the wind blade. A blood man.