On the cloud platform, the ten elders either smiled or looked solemn, while the elders of Xuanzong were obviously not very relaxed. He held his fingers tightly at this time. Although Liu Yehuan was his most proud disciple, his realm was much higher than that of ordinary disciples, but if he had not seen it with his own eyes, it would be unbelievable that this was called Ren Pingsheng's disciple of the Sword Sect, who could easily avoid Liu Yehuan's Tianxuan Mistake Step. Where did this son come from?

Shui Yunyan didn't say anything, thinking to herself, this kid was so flexible. She had spent so much effort to catch people at night when she went to the cultivation valley to catch people. In the end, if she hadn't been to the deep valley and had no way out in her life, she might not have been able to capture the other party. Liu Yehuan believed that she had a mysterious step and wanted to defeat one of the attacks? It would be naive.

At this time, under the sword stage, everyone was watching with breath and concentration. Not only did the disciples look seriously, but even the elders were a little surprised just now. It seemed that today's competition with huge strength was indeed a bit eye-catching.

Suddenly, the cold wind blew, the leaves were rolled up on the stage, and the clouds in the sky seemed to have lowered a little. Feng Shiyi stretched out his hand, and a drop of water fell just by his fingertips.

"It's going to rain..."

Feng Shiyi looked at the splashing rain at his fingertips and said in a daze. Liu'er next to him held his fingers tightly. At such a tense moment, he didn't have time to hear him say whether it rained or not. But Feng Shiyi's face became obviously different at this time, because once, he had seen Ren Pingsheng practicing sword in the rain. The sky was drizzling like silk, as if it had turned into a sharp sword energy. How should the enemy avoid this dense sword energy like raindrops?

"Bang!"

A sudden sound came from the sword platform, which made everyone below the stage sting their eardrums. However, Liu Yehuan launched a strong attack on Ren Pingsheng again, but Ren Pingsheng did not compete with him head-on and always avoided him as a god. Only at the ninth level of Qi Condensation Realm, how could he use his own softness to attack his strength?

"It's going to rain." Ren Pingsheng looked at Liu Yehuan and suddenly said this. Liu Yehuan's breath was stable, not as impatient as Zhuo Yifan, and said, "So what?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "Before the rain fell, if you had not defeated me, you would never have a chance again." Such words made most of the people present unclear.

"Is that..."

Liu Yehuan moved his body and launched an offensive again. Ren Pingsheng was always as light as a swimming fish on the stage, and his figure was erratic. After fighting for so long, Liu Yehuan didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Everyone looked at the eyes of beads, and they didn't blink. Ren Pingsheng always pressed the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly, but he didn't fire a single sword. His sword was as fast as shadow, but from the beginning to now, his sword has never been sheathed, because he was not sure that he could defeat the enemy with one sword. Even if he hit the destiny, he might not be able to severely damage his opponent. If he was trapped in the mud, it would be dangerous. The duel between masters often determines the outcome of life and death in an instant.

Liu Yehuan's qi condensed his palms, and his palms were like blades. The opponent's body technique was too fast. The ordinary thunder-falling technique, fire control technique, and Xuanbing Palm have all lost any effect and cannot hit the opponent, unless he also used extremely sharp sword technique, but he did not have the sword technique as fast as Ren Pingsheng, and his sword could not touch the opponent at all, so he simply did not use it.

He didn't expect that this person was so cautious. He deliberately showed "flaws" several times just now, trying to lure the other party out of his sword to attack him, and then he took the opportunity to counterattack. As a result, every time the other party was not deceived, but instead made him fall under the eyes of the elders at this moment.

Just kidding, how could Ren Pingsheng's ability to "look at the air" be able to see? His breath and breath, Ren Pingsheng's insight into the fire and his grasp, is it really a "flaw"? Ren Pingsheng's ability to see it at first glance, how could he be deceived?

"This son is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people."

Even the three sword-holding elders on the Yuntai at this time could not help but nodded secretly. If it were ordinary disciples, they would have been defeated long ago. Ren Pingsheng had been able to consume so long, and his breath was not at all chaotic. Instead, Liu Yehuan began to become a little impatient at this time. The more anxious he was to win, the easier it was to lose.

"drop……"

A drop of rain fell on the back of Ren Pingsheng's hand pressing the hilt of the sword without any warning, and then turned into thinner drops of water and splashed. At this time, the wind was stronger on the platform, dark clouds were surging, and there was even more thunder sounding above the nine heavens. It seemed that there was going to be a heavy rain. Everyone couldn't help but think of his words just now, "If you haven't defeated me before the rain fell, you will never have a chance again."

Liu Yehuan said: "It's going to rain... It's a pity that you don't have a chance."

The gentle voice was accompanied by a fire breath dissipated. I saw the mysterious energy condensed around Liu Yehuan, and a trace of red fire breath oozed out of his body. Even the people in the audience at this time felt such a scorching aura, such a breath that suddenly increased a lot of cultivation.

"Tianyang Burning Flame Art!"

Many of the junior brothers and sisters of Xuanzong were exclaiming at this moment. The senior brother actually practiced the Tianyang Fenyan Art. Some elders couldn't help but frown. The Tianyang Fenyan Art is a special mental method of Xuanzong. It can help the performer to briefly improve his cultivation, but this technique is very domineering. If you are not careful, you will easily be backfired. Therefore, you must reach the Lingxu Realm and the Great Heaven Realm can practice this technique. Liu Yehuan practiced this mental method in advance, and originally intended to use it to deal with Ye Wuyue in the end, but he forced him to use this move in advance.

Ye Wuyue also looked at him silently from the audience. His eyes were different from others at this time. Others said that Liu Yehuan was hidden, but his attention was always on Ren Pingsheng, the young man who had attracted his attention since he first came to the inner sect.

Faced with the scorching breath that was like a wave at this time, a layer of sweat slowly condensed on Ren Pingsheng's face, and even the palm of his hand holding the hilt of the sword was sweating. If this continues, it will be detrimental to him. He has already felt the violent true energy of Liu Yehuan's body. If he is hit by the other party, he will suffer severe damage.

Shui Yunyan also began to get nervous, not because of Liu Yehuan, but because he was afraid that Aping would use "thousands of threads and ten thousand lures". Today, the four Tiangang realm elders were all there, and he would never be able to escape the spiritual consciousness of these four elders.

"call out!"

Liu Yehuan's speed was like a flash of lightning, and in an instant, it had swept in front of Ren Pingsheng. Ren Pingsheng leaned back and avoided this fierce and domineering palm. The palm wind flew through his face, causing a faint pain on his face.

"Um?"

Liu Yehuan's move fell into nothing and quickly changed his palm. His palm fell from top to bottom, like thunder, but he saw that the palm edge was like a knife, extremely sharp. Ren Pingsheng hurriedly avoided the ground with his sword sheath, and rolled his body several times on the ground to avoid Liu Yehuan's "burning flame palm". With a "bang", the hard sword platform was also splashed by Liu Yehuan's palm, and countless cracks were cracked nearby. Everyone held their breath and their eyes widened. If Ren Pingsheng was about to be hit by this palm just now, he would be broken now and his internal bones were broken.

"Dongdong, dudong, dudong..."

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng supported the ground with his sword sheath and stared at Liu Yehuan tightly from a distance. His heartbeat finally became violent and his breathing gradually became rapid. Seeing that his breath finally began to be disordered, there seemed to be a smile on his face. The next moment, another attack like a strong wind and wave came out in a series of attacks.

Faced with this stormy offensive, Ren Pingsheng gradually felt struggling, and was forced to wander around the edge of the sword platform little by little. Not to mention counterattack, even if it was a little later, it would be the end of defeat.

"Junior brother, come out your sword quickly..."

At this time, Chen Jingjing and others were so anxious that they pinched their hands and stamped their feet. They didn't even dare to blink their eyes, for fear that their junior brother would be hit by Liu Yehuan's violent chain palms.

"Boom--"

Just when everyone was extremely nervous, a thunder suddenly exploded above Qixuan Mountain, and then the dense raindrops fell.

It's raining.

The rain in the sky came so suddenly, and at this moment, everyone was staring at the sword platform, and no one chose to shelter from the rain at this time, allowing the raindrops to wet their hair and clothes.

"The rain falls from the sky and disappears on the ground. This is true for the life of a mortal, hurry and short."

Ren Pingsheng began to say something that people didn't understand. When Shui Yunyan heard it, she thought of the late King Jin, and couldn't help but feel a little trembling in her heart: "A Ping..."

Just now, due to Liu Yehuan's scorching true energy, Ren Pingsheng's arms and cheeks were burned red. At this time, the rain came just right.

The sky was drizzling like silk, like pearl lines, passing through the long heaven and earth.

"Zheng——"

With a clear sword roar, Hanguangsword finally came out of the sheath, emitting a faint faint light in the rain. Everyone in the audience felt suffocated. It was not until this time that they could see clearly what his sword looked like.

"It's unsheathed, his sword...unsheathed!"

At this time, everyone realized that after fighting for so long, Liu Yehuan's unique skills emerged one after another, but Ren Pingsheng, his sword was only unsheathed now.

"Hanguang is famous, and the sword hides the spirit... This sword is called Hanguang."

Ren Pingsheng slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the raindrops hit him and hit the sword body. The crisp sound of swords seemed to be the most beautiful notes in the world.

No one knows what Hanguang Saber is, but only knows that the sword in Ren Pingsheng's hand is called Hanguang.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng finally drew his sword, but no one saw how he drew his sword. Only Liu Yehuan felt a trace of pain coming from his left cheek, and a trace of blood flowed out of his cheek, and was soon washed down by the rain.

No one saw clearly, but Liu Yehuan knew that what he had hurt him just now was not the sword in Ren Pingsheng's hand at this time, but a trace of rain. Yes, a trace of rain turned into sword energy.

"interesting……"

Liu Yehuan slowly wiped away the blood from his left cheek. At this moment, he no longer regarded Ren Pingsheng as a junior brother in the Qi Condensation Realm. He regarded Ren Pingsheng as Ye Wuyue, and the next moment, there was an extremely fierce attack.

Unfortunately, this time, he could no longer force Ren Pingsheng back step by step. The raindrops all over the sky turned into a sharp sword energy under Ren Pingsheng's sword at this time, and the drizzle was like a sword.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Soon, Liu Yehuan was hit by several swords on his body, and blood flowed down his arm. Everyone in the audience was stunned. How could it be possible! He could turn the rain all over the sky into a trace of sharp sword energy!

Liu Yehuan also stopped moving, and as soon as he stopped, the rain turned back to rain, and it drizzled on the stage, but when he moved, the rain immediately became a sharp sword energy, one foot at a time, and it was impossible to avoid. There was no such strange sword technique in this world!

"I don't believe it!"

The true energy in Liu Yehuan's body was violent and launched an attack again. This time, Ren Pingsheng's sword was so fast that it was invisible, as if it was integrated into the rain all over the sky.

It's sword rain.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

In almost the blink of an eye, Liu Yehuan's hands, legs, neck, face, chest, back, and anywhere where he could be hit by raindrops, had a trace of blood penetrated.

"ah--"

At this moment, Liu Yehuan's true energy became even more violent, and his eyes were covered with blood, but he couldn't see clearly. As the sky was raining, Ren Pingsheng stabbed his sword and sword from.

Everyone in the audience was also shocked. They didn't know what kind of sword technique this was. They had never seen it before, because it was the sword technique that Ren Pingsheng and dreamed.

Ren Pingsheng is still unable to practice those peerless magical powers in his dreams. Only this "Yueyu Sword" is the only one he can use after waking up, but it does not have the earth-shaking sword power in his dream.

"ah--"

At this moment, Liu Yehuan was covered in blood, and suddenly two flames were wrapped around his arms, and then he suddenly hit Ren Pingsheng. However, when two flame palms flew out in an instant, everyone was shocked. It was Xuanzong's "Xuanhuo Palm"!

However, the mysterious fire palm was hit, but it only shook Ren Pingsheng's phantom. The next moment, Ren Pingsheng's figure appeared everywhere on the stage, virtual and real, and it was difficult to distinguish. The sword in his hand... no, it was not the sword in his hand, but the rain in the sky became his sword!

The artistic conception of a sword. If there is no sword in the hand, the sword will no longer be bound to the "form". If there is no sword in the heart, there is no need to be bound to the "intention". The shape will turn at will, the will will follow the spirit, and the spirit will arise according to the thoughts. Every thought in the heart is a sword.

At this moment, Han Guang in Ren Pingsheng's hand was his sword, the rain in the sky was also his sword, this was... the Smoky Rain Sword in his dream.

Liu Yehuan was almost violent, and the Xuanhuo Palm was slammed around, but seeing the flame palms flying out fiercely, none of them could hit Ren Pingsheng. Instead, they flew out of the sword platform, which scared the people nearby quickly dodged, fearing that they were hit by the violent Xuanhuo Palm.

"puff!"

In the end, Liu Yehuan seemed to have excessive exercise and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He was also shocked by Ren Pingsheng's last sword to the edge of the sword platform. He was only a little short of it and was defeated.

The rain has not stopped, but the sword in Ren Pingsheng's hand has stopped, and everyone is staring at him in amazement. Even on the cloud platform, several elders stood up from the chair, full of incredible eyes. Just now, what kind of sword was that?

Elder Zangfeng shook slightly. No matter how tight the hand he held at this time, it would be difficult to hide the long-lost heat in his eyes. The sword has declined since it was three hundred years ago. Who still remembers that the sword was once the leader of hundreds of soldiers in this world?

But just now, what he saw was not the sword in Ren Pingsheng's hand, nor the sword technique, but the sword intent that no one could match! The rain in the sky turned into a sword... How could a young man have such a powerful sword intent!

"Jianyu, hehe... I was careless and didn't bring an umbrella."

A strange laughter spread in the rain, making people feel like they woke up from a dream. Liu Yehuan's face was filled with laughter and his voice was low: "But do you think this is over..."

Suddenly, the blood on Liu Yehuan's body turned into blood mist in the rain and dispersed, and then it attached to his body inch by inch, like an inch-long layer of inch-long scales, and a breath of Tiangang suddenly spread out.

"Tiangang Immortal Body!"

Amid the exclamation from the audience, Liu Yehuan was like a cast of copper and iron, and her flesh and blood turned red copper. The sword energy could not hurt him at all!

The elders also looked unbelievable. Liu Yehuan not only practiced the Tianyang Burning Flame Art, but also practiced the Xuanzong's superior Taoist method "Tiangang Immortal Body". As the name suggests, this is naturally a Taoist method that can be practiced in the Tiangang Realm. Although Liu Yehuan was not yet skillful at this time, this time, just with a sword in Ren Pingsheng's hand, it would be difficult to hurt him again even if he added the sword rain in the sky.
Chapter completed!