"Me?" Song Qilin looked stunned, then said with a wry smile: "Young Master Ye, you really praise me. This guy Huang Yue has said that my entire family has been defeated by these nine levels, so I will challenge him.
, isn’t it completely defeated?”
Ye Xuan shook his head slightly and said: "Jianzhong's nine passes are not calculated in this way. They will send people according to the realm of the people who pass through the passes. They always send people of the same realm."
"Is there such a thing?" Song Qilin looked stunned.
He thought he was going to challenge someone who even the Pavilion Master had not challenged and won.
If you are just in the same situation, you can give it a try!
"Okay, I'll go!"
Song Qilin's fighting spirit was rekindled and he decided to go through the nine levels.
Huang Yue opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
In fact, he wanted to say that the sword cultivators in the sword tomb were invincible in the same realm of swordsmanship...
It's still far from Shanjian Pavilion.
As the oldest existence among the ten hegemons of the Eastern Wasteland, the Shanshen Dao knows far more than anyone else can.
If Jianzhong is a mature swordsman monk, then Lishan Jiange is just a child who has just learned to walk, wielding a wooden sword and waving it around.
If there were a head-to-head confrontation between the two, it would be clear who would win and who would lose.
It is true that Jianzhong has retired for so many years, but this does not mean that their disciples have stopped practicing.
Just like the Southern Realm Immortal King Palace, the Middle Earth Supreme Pavilion is the same.
Song Qilin walked forward alone with his sword, and disappeared in the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.
Ye Xuan raised his right hand and lightly touched the void in front of him.
It was as if the wind and snow in that space had been wiped away, revealing a mirror of void.
And in the smooth mirror, there was a young man in white, walking with a sword behind his back.
It is Song Qilin.
"He lost." Huang Yue sighed.
"We did lose." Ye Xuan said calmly.
"Why?" Zhou Youwei was quite puzzled.
She had seen Song Qilin take action before when she was in Hengduan Mountain. In her opinion, Song Qilin's swordsmanship was quite strong and she did not dare to underestimate him.
But now, why did Song Qilin just enter the challenge and Huang Yue and his husband said that he had lost?
Zhou Youwei didn't see the reason.
"Youwei will have to wait and see, it will also help you." Ye Xuan said softly.
"Okay." Zhou Youwei nodded gently and carefully observed the mirror.
After Song Qilin left Ye Xuan and his group, he only walked a dozen steps before being buried in the wind and snow, completely unable to sense the breath of Ye Xuan and others.
Song Qilin was calm and not panicked at all.
He believed that since Mr. Ye said there were nine passes here, it must be the case.
It has to be said that the wind and snow here are extremely weird, not only blocking people's sight, but also blocking people's consciousness.
Who can find the sword tomb in such a dangerous place?
You must know that the entire Northland is thousands of miles wide, covered with wind and snow all year round, and it is completely white. Who can find the Sword Tomb?
After walking for a while, Song Qilin stopped.
Because he saw a figure in front of him.
The figure stood tall in the wind and snow, with a majestic figure and as motionless as a mountain.
He did not use his true energy, but stood there like a sharp sword, letting the wind and snow blow and cover his body. He had been fighting for an unknown amount of time.
When Song Qilin arrived, the man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes calm, and said slowly: "The sword tomb seals the mountain, and those who come will stop."
The voice was rich, but it also carried an awe-inspiring sword energy, and it rushed out in an instant, causing the surrounding wind and snow to instantly shatter.
In the space between him and Song Qilin, the wind and snow stopped immediately.
Song Qilin looked solemnly and stared at the other party, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Like him, the other party is also in the realm of heaven and man.
But the opponent's swordsmanship made him feel as heavy as a mountain, pressing on his shoulders, making it extremely difficult to even breathe.
This person is very strong!
In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the words Mr. Ye said. Song Qilin gritted his teeth, clasped his fists with both hands, and said loudly: "Song Qilin, a disciple of the third peak of Lishan Jiange, came to break through the barrier. I also asked fellow Taoist Master Jianzhong to give me some advice."
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When the tall young man dressed in black and standing with his hands behind his back heard this, he looked calmly and looked at Song Qilin.
Immediately, the stalwart young man stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
Seeing this, Song Qilin stabilized his sword and his eyes became calm and sharp.
"Fellow Taoist, won't you use your sword?" Song Qilin asked.
The other party didn't even draw his sword. This was such contempt, which made Song Qilin feel unhappy.
How had he, the dignified descendant of the Third Peak of Lishan Jiange, been so despised?
The stalwart young man shook his head slowly and said: "The people who come to break through the barrier are not enemies, so there is no need to draw their swords."
"But you can still draw the sword. This is the rule of our sword tomb."
When Song Qilin heard this, although he was not angry, he understood that he was just competitive and unwilling to take advantage, so he said: "In this case, I won't draw my sword."
"As you wish." The stalwart young man said slowly.
"Let's get started." Song Qilin bowed slightly.
The next moment.
The surrounding wind and snow stopped.
Boo hoo hoo——
Immediately afterwards, the wind and snow turned into swords, and thousands of swords fired together!
The overwhelming snow swords killed the stalwart young man in the sword tomb.
When the stalwart young man saw this, his expression was calm and he didn't make too many movements. He raised his outstretched right hand and shook it.
boom!
In an instant, the ten thousand swords transformed by the wind and snow stopped for an instant, then turned the tip of the sword upside down, pointed it at Song Qilin, and came out instantly!
Boo hoo hoo——
There were bursts of sound that broke through the air, and it was extremely shrill.
Song Qilin's face darkened, he transformed into a divine sword, and broke through ten thousand swords with one sword. He instantly reached the expression of the stalwart young man, made a sword finger with his right hand, and pointed directly at the stalwart young man's eyebrows.
There is a way to win!
boom!
Song Qilin pointed a finger and stopped three inches in front of the stalwart young man. He stopped suddenly, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "I won."
"You won?"
However, at this time, a joking voice came from behind, and the figure in front of Song Qilin turned into a shadow and disappeared.
Song Qilin suddenly froze on the spot.
It turned out that the sword finger of the stalwart young man stopped three inches behind Song Qilin's head.
Turn defeat into victory.
The fight between the two was extremely brief and ended almost in the blink of an eye.
The stalwart young man retreated and stood where Song Qilin was before. He said calmly: "You have one more chance. It doesn't matter whether you draw the sword or not. If you lose, leave the sword tomb and don't disturb him again. Otherwise, I will kill him."
, do you understand?"
Song Qilin turned around with a solemn expression. He looked at the stalwart young man, nodded slightly and said, "Understood."
"Let's take action." The stalwart young man said.
Song Qilin took a deep breath, his eyes were clear, he held the two Qilin swords behind him, and said slowly: "Before taking action, can I ask my brother's name?"
The stalwart young man said calmly: "The unknown soldier of Jianzhong, Pei Yanchao."