Senior Brother Jianxian is Going to Have a Good Time Today

Even with the same level of cultivation, it should be able to break, but at his age, it is naturally impossible to go up and fight with young people.

As for letting the knife come unintentionally... Dao Wuqing felt a little precarious.

But the other party has found the mountain gate and came up. If they avoid the fight, then the sword sect will inevitably be reduced to a laughing stock in the future, so the sword sect will naturally win this battle. As for how to win, that is not important.

All people care about is the result.

"Sovereign...how should this be done?" The Great Elder was beside Dao Wuwu, asking tentatively.

"Let me go."

Before Dao ruthlessly replied, Dao Wuwu's eyes were already burning with raging anger. There are only a few major hatreds in this world, the hatred of killing his father, and the hatred of taking his wife. Standing in front of him now, the arrogant Gu Yuan, Naturally, Dao Wuwu was trembling with anger.

Dao ruthlessly sighed, and took out a spell and array.

"Just go if you have to. It's easier to win."

Dao Wuxin took over the spell and array, and stepped onto the ring.

……

The trance world in front of Gu Yuan finally became a little clearer.

Before Dao Wuwu came up, he unleashed a total of eight swords and humiliated all the inner disciples of Dao Zong. Now that he finally came up, Gu Yuan stared at the other party, "I thought you were going to be late!" Some came up."

This can also be said to be a meeting between enemies, and they are extremely jealous.

"I'm curious, where did you get the courage to come to my sword sect alone?"

"After all, sooner or later you have to fight this time. It doesn't make any difference if you come early or come late. I haven't really fought with anyone seriously for a long time. You have to be careful today."

What Gu Yuan said was a bit arrogant.

Dao Wuwu's expression became a little ugly, "Do you really think you have a chance to walk down today?"

"Before I went to the ring that day, I actually didn't know that it was a marriage invitation. There were some accidents, and I was quite helpless."

Gu Yuan sighed softly, "But since the matter has come to this point, there is no point in explaining too much."

"What other treasures, pills, and spells you have at the bottom of the box are ready to be taken out. I have also prepared the things at the bottom of the box. I haven't done it seriously for a long time. I think I still have to remind you seriously, don't trust me. Big, this time I will do my best."

In fact, Gu Yuan didn't think there was much resentment. There are not so many things to hate in this world. In the end, it's just something that you don't want to bow your head to. There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up.

Since he couldn't give up, he had no choice but to hold the sword and fight.

"The name of this sword is called Yijian Guanghan Fourteen States. I have practiced it for more than ten years. This sword is used the most, because most people only need this sword."

After Gu Yuan finished reading this sentence lightly, the Jun Que Sword in his hand shone with a faint light of aura, and then his figure disappeared in place, and several more sword flowers appeared in the air out of thin air.

Dao Wuwu has already put his mental vigilance to the extreme, but the opponent's sword is actually neither dodging nor dodging. The most important thing is that it is just fast, so fast that there is only a lightning-like sword light left.

So he raised the knife to block it, and the touch of the sword and the knife seemed to flash like a thunderbolt, and the fire burst out, and the knife Wuwu's face turned a little pale.

"The first sword is fast, and the second sword is complicated. You can catch it." Gu Yuan turned sideways, avoiding the knife from the opponent, and poured all the thin spiritual energy into his arms.

In a few seconds, hundreds of sword flowers were danced, and when the last fifty swords were drawn, the sword flowers had already pierced Dao Wuwu's aura barrier, and inspired a brand new golden light mirror again.

This sword is like a raging wave rolling in frost and snow, and the sky has no boundaries.

Dao's unintentionally complexion became ugly.

He fed himself a elixir, and the next moment his qi and blood began to surge, and his aura became chaotic. Although his aura was much chaotic, his killing intent became even more turbulent.

What Dao Wuxin ate was a pill similar to Violent Blood Pill, which could increase his cultivation a lot in a short period of time, but it was inevitable that he would be weaker for a while later, which was inevitable for this kind of pill.

In fact, looking back, Gu Yuan's face was also a little pale.

"This third sword is mainly about momentum, but this sword is much weaker than it was a few years ago." Gu Yuan sighed softly, flipped the blade of the sword in his hand, and cut out the third sword.

This sword is called No one in the world knows the king.

On the ring, Dao Wuwu's Dao Intent was completely suppressed in such an instant, and no one could feel the violent murderous aura anymore.

On the contrary, it seems that in the center of the world, there is only Gu Yuan on the ring. He just holds the sword like this, slashing from top to bottom, and the sword has no intention of holding the sword to block.

But he backed up little by little, even though he was clenching his teeth tightly and his blood was surging to the extreme, he still couldn't catch the sword.

Fortunately, when the sword fell on him, it didn't affect him too much. He also had time to activate the spell. Triple power.

The prompting of the talisman paper was only for a moment, and at such a moment, the formation disk in Dao Wuwu's hand was released, the formation disk was broken, and a large formation enveloped Gu Yuan in this instant.

Only violence and madness remained in Dao Wuwu's eyes.

"Go to hell!"

……

When Luo Yesheng arrived at the Sword Sect, the current atmosphere of the entire Sword Sect became particularly depressing.

They all saw the battle on the stage, saw Dao Wuwu retreating steadily, and finally had to sacrifice the spell and array, Luo Yesheng naturally saw it too, but she didn't make a move to stop it, but arrived in an instant The knife is ruthless.

"My Spirit Sect disciple has a stubborn personality. It's very offensive to come to the Dao Sect to fight." Luo Yesheng's tone was cold, but he said this before Dao Wuqing opened his mouth, leaving Dao Wuqing speechless.

"But this talisman and array, do you want to kill my Lingzong disciple?" Luo Yesheng's eyes turned to Dao Wuqing.

Her tone was sharp, not as if she was apologizing, but as if she was pressuring, Dao Wuqing was also at the tenth level of refinement, so naturally there was nothing to be afraid of her.

"Since he is going to come alone, we naturally think that he has also prepared the spirit treasure pill, otherwise, what is the difference from seeking his own death?"

Dao Wuqing just smiled faintly, "It's a good thing for young people to have sharpness, and maybe they need to sharpen their sharpness, don't they?"

Luo Yesheng sneered.

"What you said makes sense."

Her eyes fell on the ring, she was silent for a while, but she retracted her raised hand, suppressing all the condensed spiritual energy, her emotions were gradually restrained by her, no one knew what she was thinking.

Her eyes seemed to become a little erratic.

If the child is wayward, he will always have to pay the price for his waywardness.

Dao Wuxin stood outside the formation, watching the aura flying all over the sky, watching the sword light falling from the spell, he was laughing wildly, as if he was a little hysterical, and completely forgot to control his emotions.

In the formation, Gu Yuan stared intently at the light of the three-level sword that crossed the tribulation, but the Jun Que sword in his hand never trembled. He drank that drop of Ning Qingyao's blood, and his aura began to rise gradually. Until the full strength spreads all over the body, there is no weakness and no powerlessness.

He saw Dao Wuwu who was laughing wildly on the opposite side through the array of swords, and the raging sword energy had also scratched his clothes, tore his skin apart, and left dark red blood stains.

But he stood in the picture without moving, as if he was waiting.

The formation is constructed by spiritual energy, created by the person who engraved the formation, and the spiritual energy is gathered in it to form an formation, which can kill thousands of enemies, and it is also the most weird and unpredictable method among monks.

But formations always have eyes, and the weakest places need to be perceived with heart.

He slowly raised his hand, the talisman blade light above his head had already gathered enough momentum, and was about to fall down, and now the blade was held tightly by him, but his expression was still a little dazed.

It has been like this since two years ago, always wondering what is the purpose of holding the sword?

For yourself, for others?Thinking about it is always meaningless, so he is no longer so determined when he draws his sword.

If there is nothing to do, it will naturally become like this.

But now, suddenly, I want to do something again.

Hey, if you want to see me no longer being ridiculed and sneered at, then I will show you my name.

If you want to get rid of your fate, then I will do my best to show you a sword.

Jun Que's sword began to flicker with a cold light, and all the aura above the ring, the hysterical heavy rain, suddenly became more and more violent at this moment, but his sword had already been struck, and there was no possibility of taking it back.

The formation was shattered, the light of the saber was shattered, but the sword didn't stop, he took the saber and went straight to the gate of life unintentionally.

Although he knew that this sword would definitely not fall on Dao Wuwu's body in the end.

Dao Wuxin's smile disappeared, he turned from ecstasy to panic, trembling all over, but was locked by the majestic sword energy, without the slightest strength to dodge, so he could only stand in the same place in a daze, watching this A sword stabbed towards him.

His face was dark, and in the next moment, he was pulled by a spiritual energy and dropped directly off the ring.

Gu Yuan's sword finally pierced Luo Yesheng's chest.

But even her aura shield failed to pierce half a point.

Luo Yesheng gently grabbed his wrist and sighed, "What's the name of this sword?"

"I just realized it." Gu Yuan raised his head to look at her, and suddenly smiled.

"A misty rain Ren Pingsheng."

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Chapter 38 Broken Star

The world is full of storms.

Gu Yuan's spiritual energy could no longer support him to shield him from the heavy rain, so his whole body was soaked in an instant, and the raindrops fell into his eye sockets, making his vision not so clear.

Luo Yesheng's expression always seemed so indifferent.

She looked at Gu Yuan who was a little bit embarrassed in front of her, and saw that his white clothes were now covered with mottled red, and washed lightly by the rain, but his shoulders were straight, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit elusive.

But he was laughing.

"This sword is very good." Luo Yesheng's eyes were gentle.

Gu Yuan closed his eyes, and fell forward straight.

Luo Yesheng gently grabbed his shoulder and supported him. After hesitating for a moment, he simply hugged him up. The disciples of the Sword Sect were a little bit surprised, but Luo Yesheng seemed to ignore him.

Gu Yuan's voice was very soft, whispering next to her ear, "I'm fine, you put me down."

"You don't look like you're okay? Qi is like a spring, if you don't take care of it, sooner or later you will fall to the root of the disease."

"It doesn't matter."

"So, why bother? Has anyone in the Sword Sect made you unhappy?" Luo Yesheng whispered.

"No one, I caused a little trouble in Huazong before, and I have to pay it back."

"It's not like something you would do."

"maybe."

Luo Yesheng walked off the ring, but actually put Gu Yuan in the audience. Gu Yuan sat down reluctantly, looking into her eyes, she couldn't read any warmth, she was still as cold as cold Frost.

Gu Yuan didn't come here this time to bet on whether Luo Yesheng would save him in the end, he just wanted to make a sword. There was no suitable person in the Lingzong who could take the sword, so he came alone Arrived at Daozong.

Luo Yesheng stood in front of him, her black skirt fluttering gently in the wind, revealing the snowy and warm calf under the skirt, she glanced at Gu Yuan one last time, and asked lightly, "Can you hold on?" how long?"