With her thoughts sorted out, Lu Yun held Han Jiangxue tightly in her right hand, and her left arm danced like light and shadow.

Her left hand sword is as proficient as her right hand.

This skill of fighting each other is one of her achievements in ten years.

The dagger in her hand was the second sword she brought out from the sword tomb, and it was also the second fragment.

It’s called…tail-back needle.

Green bamboo snake mouth, wasp tail back needle.

This sword is different from Han Jiangxue's stability and sharpness. It moves in a fast and weird way.

This is a sword dedicated to assassination.

According to legend, a hundred years ago there was a monk who was short in stature and would only be as tall as an eight-year-old boy when he became an adult. He was born with a disability that could not be cured by various elixirs.

He is able to practice, but his qualifications are mediocre.

He went to various major sects to become disciples, but was rejected many times because of his ugly appearance and mediocre spiritual roots, but he did not give up.

In order to become a monk, he delved into the heretical ways. The sword "Ohouhouzhen" was made by him after several years, and the swordsmanship he created by himself is even more weird and powerful.

Since then, he has become a ghost-like existence in the world of cultivation.

This is a swordsman who lives outside the realm of good and evil. As long as you are willing to pay, he will dare to kill anyone.

Countless giants of demonic power and powerful sects died at the hands of their opponents.

From being scorned by others at the beginning, to being feared by everyone later.

This sword cultivator, known as Taoist Wong, was a legendary figure back then.

After his death, the sword was put into the sword tomb of the Hidden Sword Sect.

And this sword was like a ghost like its owner, disappearing without a trace in the sword tomb on the day it was included.

Before Lu Yun, many people tried to find this sword in the sword tomb, but all ended in failure.

When she entered the sword tomb, the sword did not appear immediately.

It was only after she got Han Jiangxue that she strengthened her senses and those of the fragments, that she was able to detect the tail-back needle hidden in the shadows.

It has always been there. Whenever someone goes to the sword tomb to get a sword, it is hidden in the shadows, spying and teasing.

It took her a while to catch the sword.

Only a few people around her knew about the existence of this sword.

This was the first time that the tail-back needle appeared in her hand, and the shock it caused to Tang Yanming made his attacks a little slower.

And this hesitation, in Lu Yun's eyes, is a fatal weakness.

Swords and swords intersect on the cliff, and the sound of fighting is endless.

The dagger flew like a butterfly in Lu Yun's palm. His left hand deftly bypassed the opponent's attack, and the blade pierced Tang Yanming's shoulder, nailing him to the cliff.

"ah!"

The painful howl makes people wince.

Lu Yun took the opportunity to break the opponent's right hand, forcing Tang Yanming's fingers to loosen and the dagger fell.

His whole body was hanging, swaying precariously in the wind.

Lu Yun grabbed the other person's neck and the sound was like a loud bell.

"Who is the person behind you?"

Tightening his fingers, he could see Tang Yanming's cheeks that were swollen red due to the thin oxygen.

The nostrils are dilating and the pupils are dilating.

He opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but what he felt was the hand holding his throat.

What he saw when he raised his eyes was the murderous intent in Lu Yun's eyes, which was like winter snow without any warmth.

Tang Yanming was in pain, but he did not admit defeat.

Under Lu Yun's questioning, the corners of his mouth opened, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Lu Yun...it won't end."

This won't end.

"Haha...ahem, hehehe..."

Smiling miserably, Tang Yanming raised his intact left hand and struck at Lu Yun like a knife.

When Lu Yun was hiding, his blood-stained teeth bared, his left hand moved to his shoulder, and he forcefully pulled out Lu Yun's dagger.

"Go to hell!"

This is the last call of a dying man.

Lu Yun, who took the dagger back with her backhand, naturally loosened her grip on the opponent.

Tang Yanming, who had lost all support, was like a bird with broken wings, opening his arms but unable to fly, and could only return to the embrace of the earth.

What he finally saw was Tang Yanming's twisted smile.

The clouds and mist covered everything, and Lu Yun coughed a few times to suppress the smell of blood in his throat.

"Senior Sister Lu, are you okay?"

Amid the concern from Liu Ru below, Lu Yun threw the tail needle and stabbed it accurately into the cliff above.

She concentrated all her spiritual power on her right arm, kicked her lower body hard, and pulled her arm upward at the same time.

While being pulled into the air by the force, Lu Yun let go of his right hand and successfully stepped on Han Jiangxue's sword hilt with his foot.

The remaining spiritual energy was no longer retained and poured out.

Her body rose into the air, jumped a long distance upwards, and then moved up one step further with the help of the tail and back needles that had been installed in advance.

The whole process was done smoothly by Lu Yun.

In this short period of time, many of the disciples in front of her were surpassed by her.

This extreme method is to give up thinking about one's own life and lead Lu Yun to make a final desperate move.

When Lu Yun successfully grabbed the edge of the cliff with one hand, a smile appeared on her face.

Feng Yuyao, who was only half a meter behind her, tried her best, but could only watch Lu Yun surpass her and climb onto the top of the cliff.

The wild wind on the cliff suddenly stopped at this moment, and half of his face was covered by his sweat-wet hair.

Lu Yun waved and took back the two swords, the bell on his waist rang loudly.

She looked at Jing Yuan not far away with a happy expression.

At this moment, Lu Yun's eyebrows were as wild as the wind.

"First place... Lu Yun from Wentian Peak."

During the whole process of climbing the cliff, many disciples had accidents, but Jing Yuan just stood by and watched without any emotion.

Only at this moment, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she quickly returned to calm.

The announcements that followed continued.

"The second place is Feng Yuyao, the third place is Song Xiao..."

Led by Lu Yun, the subsequent disciples gradually reached the top.

They looked at Lu Yun's thin figure with complicated eyes.

He was seriously injured and was even attacked on the cliff, but in the end Lu Yun surpassed everyone and reached the first place.

On the high cliff, the sky is clear and clear.

The girl's thin back is as straight as a strong bamboo, and the bright red color on her green clothes is so eye-catching that people dare not look directly at her.

"Eighth Liu Ru!"

After Liu Ru got the last spot, it meant the end of this selection.

Many disciples below showed annoyed expressions.

Some people choose to give up, while others are still persisting.

There are more and more people on top.

Lu Yun inspected the crowd with thoughtful eyes. She took a step forward and took out the projection stone.

"Disciple Lu Yun, I have something to report."

The projection stone started playing under Lu Yun's control, which was the scene when Li Yan died.

Many people didn't know why, and some realized something, and their expressions gradually became solemn.

That's demonic energy.

Although it is very faint, it is real.
To be continued...