The highest evaluation of being a god with a sword is enough to show how terrible its value is. Bai Yang looked at the handsome swordsman who looked unbearable and unwilling, but still couldn't recall it.

Jian Yan Tianque Yu Xuanming, two sword thrones of Jian Wen Peak, one who was judged by the master as a master who was enough to be the god of the sword, actually lived quietly in the ancient battlefield Demon Swallowing Land. If you think about it carefully, there was something strange about it.

However, Bai Yang can understand it somewhat, because everyone has some stories, not to mention that this kind of strong man who has lived for countless years and seems to be the only one who pursues the goal of peak in his life.

"Yu Xuanming, come out the sword!" Zhao Biefeng was angry and furious, his fingers were put together to form a sword, and he said sternly: "Let me see the Jiuyan Sword!"

"Don't leave the trend!"

When Yu Xuanming mentioned his sword, he turned his head and his voice became colder: "Don't challenge my tolerance limit again and again."

"Hahahahahaha, are the two sword pedestals of the Sword Peak scaring their opponents with words? Yu Xuanming, take out the sword. If I lose the Mihuo Sword to you, I must defeat you in order to attain enlightenment!"

Zhao Bofeng laughed a few times, and the sword finger was above the sky Yuan flowing, and there was a faint invisible sword intent dispersing.

Yu Xuanming, who was forced to move one after another, slowly closed his eyes, raised his hand, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind, blocked Bai Yang's body, and said softly: "Young man, if you want to watch the sword, retreat a little."

When Bai Yang heard this, he immediately took a few steps back. A golden light appeared in his eyes again, urging the power of his bloodline to the extreme, paying attention to each of Yu Xuanming's subsequent actions.

"Since you want to ask about the sword, I will fulfill your wish."

The strong wind blew up for no reason, blew Yu Xuanming's long hair spreading on his shoulders, and the snow flew all over the sky, as if confirming that a famous brilliance was about to be unsheathed. Yu Xuanming's mellow voice was a hint of coldness, and the sleeves of the robe that trembled with the strong wind suddenly stopped, and the dazzling blood light slowly dissipated in his palm, gathered from his fingertips, turning into a three-foot red edge, like blood, exuding an astonishing murderous aura.

"After asking about the sword, life and death will be borne by each person." Yu Xuanming pointed the handleless blood sword with two fingers, looked at Zhaobifeng and said lightly.

Zhao Bofeng's face was completely curled up and he stared at the handleless blood sword quietly. After a moment, he smiled bitterly: "I just want to see the style of Jiuyan Sword. Yajian can't even satisfy this requirement?"

Yu Xuanming's robe sleeves shook, and then he stepped into the air and said calmly: "For you, the Fuluo Blood Sword is enough."

"Then let's take a move!"

Zhao Biefeng didn't say much, because he knew that the strength of the opponent in front of him was not just the [Nine-Yan Sword] of the demigod weapon. Even if it was just a branch in his hand, he was also a master of swordsmanship that should not be underestimated.

Knowing that the opponent is powerful, I can use the new sword that I have learned a few days ago.

"After the Eight Desolations are destroyed, try my trick, and the Nine Yangs will change the sky!"

Nine different sword lights shone on their fingertips, showing the power of swallowing the sky, destroying all directions and burning the four seas. Only these nine sword lights between heaven and earth are immortal, rising up in the snow and slashing down the ruthless!

"This move is still interesting." Faced with this new sword move that I had never seen before, Yu Xuanming's face showed a look of praise. The Fuluo Blood Sword drew a dazzling arc in the air, crossing the front of him, and flicked the sword body with a finger. A wave of inexplicable killing sound echoed through the sky. A red light emanated from the Fuluo Blood Sword, making people feel as if they were in a sea of ​​blood, and they could instantly capture people's mind.

Bai Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden light intertwined in his sight had reached the most dense level. However, the blood power that could always be understood from martial arts was as if it had failed today. In his eyes, the man standing quietly in the air was full of dazzling golden light, as if at this moment, he was the Tao, the interpretation of the word "Sword Dao"!

"This person's sword art has indeed reached the realm of the Gods. He has no longer been attached to moves or artistic conception. He can use the famous tips in his hand to decide which moves to use. The so-called ultimate Tao is nothing." The master sighed, "Boy, don't work hard. You can't see anything from him, because you are not an existence in the same world. Unless you can completely step into the threshold of the ultimate Tao, you can understand it."

When Bai Yang heard this, he also put away his blood power, but he was not depressed. "Even if he couldn't understand something from it, it would be of great benefit to me to be able to see this kind of battle in this state with his own eyes."

"It would be better if you could think so." The master smiled and said, "Don't worry, with your qualifications, you will surpass this person sooner or later. Moreover, when it comes to qualifications, this guy's blood power may not be weaker than you."

"Oh? He also has the power of blood?" Bai Yang seemed to have discovered something new continent.

"That's natural. Such a genius. If you don't awaken the power of yours, it's strange. His bloodline power is actually similar to yours. Your bloodline power can allow you to get in touch with the origin of martial arts faster, but his bloodline power can make him have a deep understanding of the sword. No matter what kind of sword move or famous force it is, it will not be difficult to reach his hands, just like bloodlines connected. If I remember correctly, his bloodline power is [Sword God]."

"Is the sword god's bloodline? Wouldn't that mean that he has the qualifications to become the master of the Sword Peak Mountain?" Bai Yang was a little surprised.

The master nodded: "That's natural. With his strength, it's not difficult to become the lord of the Sword Peak. It's a pity that he lived here for some reason. He listened to his words and even removed the name of the sword throne of the Sword Peak by himself. It's a pity."

Just as Bai Yang was communicating with the master, Yu Xuanming's sword move had already been completed. Facing the nine ruthless sword lights, he waved the Fuluo Blood Sword, and suddenly a boundless sea of ​​blood appeared in the sky, as if swallowing, and incorporated the nine sword lights into it.

Boom!

Two terrifying energy collided together, and in just a blink of an eye, it caused a shocking wave.

Yu Xuanming and Zhao Beifeng fought against this sword intent, and at the same time retreated several feet. The earth-shaking energy explosion also knocked down the snow on the surrounding mountains, turning into vast snow, instantly submerging the figures of the two.

"If you don't have a sharp edge, this move will be a draw. I can return your Mihuo Sword and don't come again in the future."

Suddenly, a handsome figure slowly stepped out in the snow, with his hands behind him, and there was no trace of the Fuluo Blood Sword. Zhao Biefeng, who was also swallowed by the heavy snow, stepped out of the snow in a very embarrassed manner, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Yu Xuanming, I don't have to be pitiful, let's get in!"

"Don't you understand yet? Don't you look at the edge." Yu Xuanming waved his hand lightly, and a bright yellow sword swiftly out of the cave. He turned around Yu Xuanming's body twice, and finally stopped on his palm, buzzing and trembling. "The heart of the sword is cleaner and simpler than the heart of a person. Your original intention of making the sword has changed, and the Fire-Stiffing Sword will naturally sense that your heart is different from the past, so your realm has stopped moving, and your sword intent is becoming more and more irritable and unpleasant."

He glanced at Mihuo Sword with soft eyes. Yu Xuanming stroked his fingers across the sword body, and then said softly: "Go, go back to your master."

Buzz!

A reluctant sword sounded, and the Mihuo Sword trembled and flew back to Zhao Feifeng's body. Its action made Zhao Feifeng's face even more embarrassing. After hesitating for a while, he held the hilt of the sword without saying a word.

"The sword heart also needs comfort. It is not just a weapon, nor is it a tool for you to fight for power and profit. If you don't think so, think about it carefully. What you lose is not a sword, you just lose in the no longer peaceful heart for sword seeking."

Yu Xuanming flicked his sleeves and slowly landed on the protruding platform of the cave. Then he smiled at Bai Yang and said, "I'll make you laugh."

"No! Yu Xuanming, I'm not convinced!"

Suddenly, Zhaobi's sharp edge roared like a crazy look: "I am not convinced by Yu Xuanming, and I am defeated by Fuluo Blood Sword. I admit that my skills are not as good as you, but my unstable heart does not mean that my sword style is worse than you! Is this young man your disciple? A month later, I will let my disciple visit to see if it is my [Eight Wilderness Sword Technique] stronger or your [Xuanyue Yantian Sword] better!"

"Zhao Bifeng, why are you doing this?" Yu Xuanming frowned slightly. He was about to say something, but Zhao Bifeng had already waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "I lost to you in the realm ratio, but I don't believe it. In my understanding of the word "Sword", how much higher will your Jian Yan Tianque be than me!"

"We will decide the outcome in a month!"

When Biefeng didn't have the chance to explain to Yu Xuanming, as soon as his voice fell, he turned into a sharp light and fled far away.

This strange old man who came and went like the wind shocked Bai Yang, and he felt that his thoughts were strange.

"Depending on his temper, he may really send his apprentice to ask for help in a month. If I don't agree, I'm afraid it will be a headache in the future." Yu Xuanming smiled bitterly, then looked at Bai Yang, "Young man, I'm really sorry to involve you."

"It doesn't matter. Since he wants to compete, it's enough for me to defeat his apprentice in that month, right?" Bai Yang smiled and said, "Anyway, I need to stay here for a while. Don't be idle with such an opponent who comes to the door to confirm his strength."

Yu Xuanming was stunned. He didn't expect that the young man was so cunning. He took this opportunity to stay, which also broke his original idea of ​​letting him leave.

But when I thought about Bifeng's entangled personality, Yu Xuanming rubbed his eyebrows and sighed: "Okay, in the next month, you can stay here. I can help you with whatever you want."

"But." Yu Xuanming changed his tone before Bai Yang was happy, and he smiled with a mellow voice: "In that battle with his disciples, you can only win, not lose."
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