As soon as Elder Wu said these words, there was a dead silence.
"What!"
The Third Sword Master trembled with fear, grabbed the collar of Elder Wu Yu's clothes, and said angrily: "You tell me again?"
"Back to the Sword Master! The Sword Pavilion is about to be disbanded! These people have to pack up and leave, giving up this blessed land of green mountains, green water, caves and heaven!" Elder Wu Yu beat his chest, "This is the Qinghun who has been competing for the Eight Sword Championship for hundreds of years.
The main vein is really shocking!"
"You fart!" The Third Sword Master slapped him on the forehead, "That's called embarrassing, but it's not called embarrassing!"
"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Elder Wu Yu straightened his clothes, suddenly looked at everyone in the Jiange, and said with a sinister smile: "But... there is nothing wrong with the dissolution of the Jiange."
"That's really sad! When they run away with their tails between their legs, I'm not allowed to burn three sticks of incense on this mountain?"
When the Third Sword Master said this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"To commemorate the youth that Jiange will eventually lose?"
"Ha ha!"
The other members of the Eight Swords Club smiled even more when they saw the performance of these two shameless "childish ghosts".
But just across the line in front of them, everyone in Jiange felt as if they were in a world of ice and snow, with frost in their eyes!
The Eight Swords Club is humiliating them!
But now the weakness of Jiange is a fact!
Qinghun Dao rules are even more ironclad!
So, even if these sarcastic sneers are like swords piercing the heart, what can the reality be like this?
"It's all your fault!"
Qin Tong's eyes were red, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and cursed at them: "It's because you and the gang of despicable and shameless people from the First Sword Peak colluded with the demons in the Northern Wilderness, killing the seven sons of Jiange, and forced Zhang
If you teach Broken Sword, our sword pavilion will be what it is today! You are trying to seize power and have no Taoist heart! You are a shame to Qinghun!!"
"Shut up! You can eat shit, but you can't talk nonsense and openly slander the Sword Master. Elder, believe it or not, you will have to go to the Sword Forbidden Prison?" Elder Wu Yu glared and cursed.
"Xiaotong!"
Grandpa Qin drank in a deep voice.
Even though Qin Tong was extremely unwilling and aggrieved, she actually knew that there was no point in arguing with these people.
Their shamelessness has no bottom line!
How to fight?
"Junior sister Qin, don't be anxious."
At this moment, a burly young man walked out next to the Third Sword Master!
He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and looks tough and upright.
"Wu Jianyang!" Qin Tong looked at him coldly.
The young man named Wu Jianyang smiled slightly and said: "I know, the reason why you are anxious is just because you are afraid that you will be expelled from Qinghun. It doesn't matter. After the sword pavilion is disbanded, you come to my Third Sword Peak and become my Taoist companion later.
In the new year, we can also send your grandfather off together."
"Fuck you, uncle! You'd better give it to your father first!" Cai Maomao couldn't help roaring.
He stole the woman!
The key is that Wu Jianyang is not sincere at all. If he was really sincere, would he still say goodbye?
He is a joke!
After Cai Maomao said this, Wu Jianyang looked at him deeply and suddenly smiled: "Your brother is Cai Qingyun, the seventh son of Jiange, right?"
"That's right, the one who beat you to the ground three years ago!" Cai Maomao said.
"He was really good, but it was a pity that he was short-lived." Wu Jianyang shrugged and said, "To show my respect for him, when I went up the mountain, I filled the wine glass in front of his tomb with urine."
"Wu Jianyang!!"
Cai Maomao's eyes suddenly burst open!
The dead are great!
Not even letting go of those who have passed away...
Cai Qingyun has always been his role model and sustenance. Even though he has passed away, Cai Maomao still regards his brother as his benchmark.
Wu Jianyang, blaspheme the dead!
Even if Jiange fell to this level, the seven sons of Jiange who died killing demons are still heroes in the eyes of thousands of nations and people!
"You are going too far!"
The son of the Third Sword Master, what kind of qualities is he?
The villain is like a ghost!
Third Sword Peak, from top to bottom, are all shameless villains.
They came to Jiange today because they were confident that they would step on the heads of everyone in Jiange and humiliate them!
"Don't worry!"
When the third sword master saw that everyone in the sword pavilion had stood up, he sneered and said, "You don't have to panic. The first sword master asked me to tell you something. As long as you bring the Taoism and swordsmanship of the sword pavilion, you can surrender."
First Sword Summit, First Sword Summit will arrange a place for you, after all, you are all regarded as Zhao Xuanran’s dowry, right?”
"Don't be anxious, really don't be anxious. If you change your name and identity, we are still the Green Soul Sword Cultivator!" Elder Wu Yu said happily.
"but--"
He looked at the plaque on the door of Haoran Palace.
"These four words, 'the majesty lasts forever', are just a name, and will no longer be used!"
Say it!
He clicked, took a mouthful of thick phlegm, and spit it onto the plaque with a hiss!
Snapped!
The plaque trembles, bringing shame to the ages!
"Wu Wu! Wu Yu! Wu Jianyang!"
Grandpa Qin's face was distorted, and countless bloodshot eyes appeared in his cloudy eyes.
With his old fists clenched, he actually pushed his granddaughter Qin Tong away and pressed towards the Third Sword Lord!
"Grandpa Qin."
At this moment, another hand suddenly grabbed him.
This voice made Grandpa Qin stunned for a moment.
"Yun Xiao?"
Everyone in Jiange did not expect that when everyone was so angry that they almost lost their minds, it would be Yun Xiao, who had just joined the family, who would grab the sad and angry old man.
Yunxiao is indeed very calm.
After all, he had just arrived, and although he had received favors from Jiange, he had never personally experienced these entanglements.
"After hearing so much, I have a question. Does it mean that as long as there is a sword leader and all the disciples participate in the Eight Swords Championship, the sword pavilion does not need to be disbanded?" Yun Xiao said.
"……yes!"
Everyone in Jiange felt very sad.
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that once Jiange had captured a lot of geniuses, after that drastic change, none of them would be left!
"Do you have any requirements for the sword head?" Yun Xiao asked sincerely.
"Generally, one needs to be in the Divine Sea Realm, and the age must not exceed twenty-one! However, according to the regulations, Longquan Dingjing is enough!" Grandpa Qin gritted his teeth.
Hearing this, Yun Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.
It has been like fire and water for a long time, but it turns out that this matter is so easy to solve.
So, he took a step back, pointed at himself, and said with a smile, "I can do that!"
"What can you do?" Grandpa Qin was stunned.
"Longquan sets the scene and serves as the head of the sword." Yun Xiao said.
joke!
He had just come to Jiange and had finally integrated in. If this place was disbanded, wouldn't all his hard work be in vain?
After Yun Xiao finished speaking, the elders and disciples of Jiange looked at him in confusion.
"Fuck! I'm such a fool!" Cai Maomao slapped his head and was about to burst into tears with excitement. He stood next to Yun Xiao, pointed at him and said, "I promise everyone, he can definitely do it!"
I was so angry just now.
Forgot about Yun Xiao.
This guy killed Wang Feng with three swords, and then killed Elder Yao!
Such a ruthless person cannot be the leader of a sword?
"Yunxiao, is Longquan Dingjing?"
Only then did Grandpa Qin remember that he had forgotten to ask about Yun Xiao's realm.
In fact, Yunxiao is from the late Longquan period.
However, this group of people couldn't see how many claws his Longquan had.
Everything is calculated based on combat power!
For a moment, new hope ignited in the eyes of everyone in Jiange.
but.
This hope was quickly suppressed by the laughter of Elder Wu Yu across from him.
"He, Longquan Dingjing?"
Elder Wu Yu suppressed a smile.
"How do you say that? Elder Wu?" Wu Jianyang shrugged and smiled.
"I told you yesterday that a stupid young man stole the first place on the road to heaven from the peerless immortal talent of the First Sword Peak, and was thrown to the Sword Pavilion... This is the talent in front of you." Elder Wu continued to suppress his laughter.
.
"Pfft!" Wu Jianyang laughed dumbly.
"A nest of snakes and rats!" he commented.
I just climbed the Heavenly Road yesterday, and if I can reach the mid-term Longquan stage today, it will be a great blessing.
After hearing this, the Third Sword Master no longer bothered to tease these people anymore.
His brows turned cold, and he waved his hand and said: "Okay, stop struggling! I have brought the words of the First Sword Master to you. It is up to you how you choose! I only want to advise you, the Qinghun Dao rules were set by our ancestors together.
, Don’t think I’m just talking. Yesterday, the Seven Sword Peak Sword Masters gathered together and made a final decision on this matter. If you can’t participate in the Eight Swords Championship, the Sword Pavilion will be disbanded on the same day!”
"Are you deaf?" Grandpa Qin took Yun Xiao's arm, "I have a disciple, Jian Shou, in my sword pavilion!"
"Are you serious?" The Third Sword Master said gloomily.
"serious!"
"Okay!" The Third Swordsman sneered, "The Eight Swords Association is a supervisory organization established for the Eight Swords to win the championship! I am the vice president and have the right to test the sword heads of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion! My son Wu Jianyang is a member of the Eight Swords Association.
, just in time for Longquan to settle!"
"What does the sword master mean that if I take him down, I can lead my senior brothers and sisters to represent the sword pavilion and participate in the Eight Swords Championship?" Yun Xiao faced this person directly for the first time.
"Take it?" The Third Sword Master suppressed the laughter in his heart.
This is the son he worked so hard to cultivate!
Kaiyang level sword spirit!
Take it?
He didn't laugh, but Wu Yu, Wu Jianyang, and other people from the Eight Swords Club laughed behind him.
"Sword Master, you only need to answer, yes or no?" Yun Xiao said.
The sword master was stunned again.
This disciple of Jiange has such a harsh tone?
He is the third sword master!
"Dad! Elder Wu said that he is a rare species of Qinghun - 'Lengtouqing'. You, sir, have a lot of them. Please be more patient and don't get angry with him." Wu Jianyang said with a suppressed smile.
"Absolutely!" The Third Sword Master shook his head repeatedly.
He looked at Elder Wu.
Elder Wu patted his chest and said: "He is in the late Longquan stage. If he can catch Wu Jianyang's sword, my head will be used as a night pot for you, Lord Swordsman."
The Third Sword Master immediately told Yun Xiao: "You don't have to defeat my son, as long as you can block his sword, the sword pavilion doesn't need to be disbanded!"
"Thank you, Lord Sword!"
After Yun Xiao finished speaking, he jumped to the open space on one side.
He looked at Wu Jianyang.
"hey-hey……"
Wu Jianyang was still shaking his head and laughing.
The two of them stood still.
"Junior Brother Yun..." Qin Tong and others were extremely nervous, their palms were sweating and their hearts were beating wildly.
"It's okay, it's okay! I believe Junior Brother Yun!" Cai Maomao took the opportunity to hold her hand tightly.
Qin Tong was too nervous, so he didn't break free this time.
Touching his jade hand, Cai Maomao shed tears and secretly said: "Junior brother Yun, if you win today, senior brother will treat you to real roast chicken tonight!!"
In the open space!
The sword light surged coldly in Yun Xiao's eyes.
"Senior Brother Wu, can we start?" he asked.
"Shhh!" Wu Jianyang put his middle finger on his lips and sneered, "Who do you think you are? Do you deserve to be called my senior brother?"
He just finished speaking!
Whoosh!
A white shadow broke through the long wind and shot towards him!
clank!
A green sword soul suddenly appeared in the white shadow's hand. The sword soul's aura erupted wildly, and nine levels of sword aura condensed into dense sword light. When it pierced the air, it made a harsh whistling sound!
"Um?"
Wu Jianyang frowned, and a red flame sword shot out from his hand!
when--!!
The green and red swords collided instantly, erupting into blazing sparks. When the swords intertwined, Wu Jianyang's face, which had been holding back a smile just now, immediately twisted!
That's because, under this sword confrontation, his Kaiyang-level sword soul made a crisp sound and split into a green blood streak!
Human soul, live with the sword!
If the sword cracks, the soul will crack!
"Nine-layered Sword Gang!!"
Wu Jianyang immediately let out a shrill scream!
In this sword fight, even though he had some advantage in mana, the sword soul was knocked out by Yun Xiao like a wooden sword hitting an iron sword!
Wu Jianyang's tiger's mouth was shattered!
Yun Xiao suddenly turned around and swiped his sword across Wu Jianyang's mouth!
Tear!
When Wu Jianyang screamed, his mouth was cut twice in size and turned into a bloody mouth!
Broken teeth and tongue tips flew out randomly!
boom!
Yun Xiao's last kick was between Wu Jianyang's legs!
A bang!
Snapped!
Wu Jianyang's position sunk directly in.
At the same time, his face was swollen purple!
"Whoa!"
He spit out a mouthful of black blood, flew out directly, and hung upside down on a green pine!
"Wu Jianyang, you can't block my casual sword. You're such a piece of trash, you really don't deserve the word 'senior brother'."
Yunxiao smiled under the tree.
"Well……"
Wu Jianyang's eyes were almost falling out, his whole body was congested, his veins were bulging, his limbs were flailing, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.
He has a mean mouth, Yun Xiao, help him open his mouth!
He likes to sprinkle water everywhere, and Yun Xiao helped him widen the water channel!
"You're welcome! I'm a good person." After Yun Xiao said that, he immediately returned to the Jiange people and said to the elders: "Fair competition, strength wins, there is nothing wrong with it, right?"
Everyone in Jiange was stunned for a long time, and a sense of excitement surged into their hearts!
"No! Something! Sick!"
"Hahaha!"
Three years!
They haven't been this happy in front of these bitches for three years.
"Wu Jianyang, why have you become a capon?"
Cai Maomao laughed wildly and hugged Yun Xiao!
If there weren't so many people, he would probably slap Junior Brother Yun hard in the face!
Today's haze is gone!
They looked towards the third sword master!
I saw this burly sword master, who had just reacted at this moment, his eyes turned red instantly.
Elder Wu Yu next to him was stupid!
"No, no, no, no..." He said four words in a row, almost bursting into tears. At this point, his instinctive reaction was to add fuel to the fire.
"You Yun Xiao! You actually took advantage of the test and openly brutalized the son of the Sword Master. You have committed a capital crime!"
Elder Wu was so angry that he just finished saying this!
suddenly!
A black flying sword came from nowhere and suddenly burst into front of his eyes.
"No!"
Elder Wu screamed in despair!
The black flying sword pierced his mouth!
But no penetration!
Instead, he pulled out his head...
Puff!
Blood spurts!
boom!
The jet-black flying sword took the head and nailed it to the plaque that read, "The majesty lasts forever"!
Nailed on the thick phlegm that Elder Wu just spit out!
Black blood dripped down from the plaque.
Elder Wu's eyes widened and he refused to close his eyes.
The whole place was dead silent!
"Well."
Cai Maomao stood at attention instantly, took a breath, and then said to Yun Xiao: "Stand up straight, Senior Sister Zhao is here..."