"Damn it! Why did you hurt our senior brother?" Su Yan pointed at Zhao Wuji and asked angrily.
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and his Qi flew toward Su Yan, but then a cold Qi rushed from the side, knocking his Qi into chaos.
"Huh?" Zhao Wuji took back his breath and squinted his eyes to look at Murong Xin who was blocking Su Yan.
Murong Xin's face was as cold as frost, and there was a vague chill in her body that was ready to strike, as if it could freeze everything in the world in the next moment.
Zhao Wuji showed a trace of amusement at first, then the amusement expression gradually faded, and finally turned completely serious. A trace of surprise also flashed on the faces of the three people behind him, and they looked at Murong Xin seriously, especially the young man in the black and white sword robe. They were surprised.
There was a hint of astonishment in the expression, as she obviously did not expect that this iceberg beauty could actually compete with the momentum of Shunlong, one of the Nine Dragons, without falling behind.
The crowd once again marveled at this scene.
"Who is this beauty? She can actually confront Shunlong!"
"Tsk, tsk, such a beautiful woman is no less beautiful than Qi Huang. This world is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."
"Shunlong is said not to be fond of women, so he probably won't hold back. Who do you think will win?"
"..."
…
"Haha, Brother Zhao's sword power is still as impressive as expected. I don't even have the confidence to take Brother Zhao's sword."
The battle did not begin in the end. The young man in white stood up and looked at Murong Xin and others: "Who are the disciples of Tianchi Sword Sect? Brother Zhao, this is your fault. We are all members of the Fourteen Sword Sect."
, we should be of the same spirit, how can we spoil the harmony because of our anger? The sword discussion conference is about to start, wouldn't it make outsiders laugh if we argue here? I think let's forget it, brother Zhao, and this junior sister, what do you think?
"
Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, showing intense mental activity. In the end, he didn't know whether he was moved by the words of the young man in white, or he was worried about something, but he nodded stiffly.
The young man in white looked at Murong Xin with a smile. Murong Xin took a deep breath and nodded slightly.
"Haha, that's great! We all don't know each other without fighting. I am Bai Wuhen, a true disciple of the Void Sword Sect. I am also known as the Little White Dragon of Yushu Linfeng. I am one of the Nine Dragons. Haha, I can't help it. I am handsome.
." Bai Wuhen's cynical and free spirit can be seen clearly.
Pointing to the young man in black next to him: "The man next to me with a stern face is Ao Hanyang, the true disciple of Ziyang Sword Sect. His name is a bit scary, called Black Dragon! But it's not because of his black heart.
Please don’t misunderstand me.”
Then he pointed at another young man in a light green sword robe: "This Wuwei Sword Sect Luo Rufeng is known as Fenglong. His character is like the wind. He is invisible and has no substance and is not trapped by external objects. Even if a beautiful woman takes off her clothes and stands in front of him.
I can't make him fall in love with you in front of me."
Following Bai Wuhen's introduction, Su Bi and others took a breath of cold air. It turned out that the people standing in front of them were all figures from Kowloon. These were representatives of the younger generation of Ziyun Star Pavilion! And these people seemed to be from the earth.
One of the top ten on the sword list!
"I wonder what I call this junior sister?" Bai Wuhen asked.
"Murong Xin."
"Are you guys here to break into the Dragon Gate? Haha, so are we. Do you want to go together?" Bai Wuhen extended an invitation enthusiastically.
Murong Xin shook her head slightly.
Bai Wuhen sighed with regret: "That's all I know, so I'll see you all at the Japanese Sword Club."
The four members of Kowloon left very simply, without any delay, and went straight to Qianlongmen.
"Senior sister, why are you taking advantage of them? They beat the second senior brother like that!" Su Yan was unhappy.
Murong Xin shook his head, feeling a little tired. It was not easy to confront Zhao Wuji. The two seemed to be tied, but in fact she was at a disadvantage. If the two actually fought, she would probably lose up to 80% of the time! As for Zhao Wuji not taking action in the end, maybe
He was worried about her strength, because to win against her, Zhao Wuji had to show his true skills, and the Sword Discussion Conference was about to start, so it was obviously unwise to expose his own trump card first.
"Go and see your second senior brother." Murong Xin did not answer Su Yan's question, but used Shi Zhongtian as a shield.
Sure enough, when Su Yan heard this, her attention turned away and headed towards Shi Zhongtian.
"hiss--"
"It hurts me so much. This guy surnamed Zhao is ruthless! What kind of bullshit is Shunlong? He's just a villain who knows how to sneak attack! Is he capable of fighting with real swords and guns? Ouch..."
Shi Zhongtian didn't care about his image anymore and sat on the ground groaning. Zhao Wuji's sword energy was very strange, as fast as light and flowing everywhere. He mobilized the sword energy several times to intercept it, but to no avail, let alone force it out of the body.
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Murong Xin put a hand on Shi Zhongtian's shoulder, and a wave of frost instantly spread from Shi Zhongtian's shoulder, covering his entire chest and abdomen. After a while, a stream of light burst out from the wound and dissipated in the air.
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"Huh..." Shi Zhongtian breathed a sigh of relief, shattered the frost on his upper body, and reluctantly said to Murong Xin: "Thank you, it's not that I can't beat him this time, but that guy attacked him sneakily, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pinpoint him.
Who is beating whom?"
Murong Xin ignored him and turned her gaze in the direction of Qianlongmen.
The four Bai Wuhen people have passed through the Qianlong Gate one after another. Each time they passed, the purple-gold aura on the dragon beads was aroused, and a dark purple sword brand appeared on the back of each person's left hand. The four people who passed through the Qianlong Gate did not leave.
, but stood far away, watching Qianlongmen from a distance, obviously they wanted to see if there was any dark horse in the sword discussion conference that needed attention.
After waiting for a while, Murong Xin gave the order: "Let's go there too."
After the alien sword energy on the sword mark on Shi Zhongtian's chest was forced out, he had taken a top-notch healing elixir. The wound had almost healed, and it had little impact on the performance of his strength.
Among the seven people, Liu Yu is not qualified, starting with Liu Rui.
Liu Rui passed without any danger, and there was a pale golden sword mark on the back of his left hand. Seeing this dim mark, Liu Rui was hit hard. He was definitely at the bottom.
Su Yan was the second one and got the same brand as Liu Rui.
Next was Luo Liubing. The spiritual light emitted by the dragon ball deepened several times, leaving a golden sword mark on the back of Luo Liubing's hand.
Subi is slightly worse than Luo Liubing, but overall the difference is not big.
Shi Zhongtian had long been impatient with waiting, and then rushed past the Qianlong Gate, casting a spiritual light that was slightly darker than lavender.
Seeing the brand on his hand, Shi Zhongtian was also a little resentful. He couldn't admit the gap.
Murong Xin walked through the Qianlongmen with a calm expression. As expected, a deep purple spiritual light was cast down, the depth of which was only slightly inferior to that of Bai Wuhen and the others.
However, this slight difference could not be seen without looking carefully, and it immediately caused the crowd to get excited.
"As expected, he is a person of the level of Nine Dragons and Seven Phoenixes!"
"Tianchi Sword Sect is worthy of being one of the Fourteen Sword Sects. Even if it is ranked at the bottom, its disciples have such qualifications!"
In the distance, Bai Wuhen sighed and said: "With such strength, he can indeed be ranked in the top thirty, but there is still a gap between him and the Seven Phoenixes."
Zhao Wuji suddenly said calmly: "A person's strength is not only reflected in his cultivation level, but also in sword realm and swordsmanship. The cultivation level of us people is far different from those old monsters who have practiced for hundreds of years, but not
Can we also challenge them across levels?"
"Hey! Brother Zhao actually helped Miss Murong speak up. It's really rare. You were fighting to death just now." Bai Wuhen seemed to have discovered a new world.
The corners of Zhao Wuji's eyes twitched slightly, and he snorted and ignored it.
Bai Wuhen smiled and was about to continue teasing Zhao Wuji when a figure suddenly caught his eye. He was shocked and all his thoughts of joking disappeared without a trace. He stared at the figure closely.
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The black dragon Ao Hanyang next to him also noticed the figure, and his eyes also showed a solemn look, because that figure was exactly the person he couldn't see through at the No. 14 Heavenly Sword Platform last time!
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Wuji and Fenglong Luo Rufeng noticed something strange about the two of them. Following the focus of their attention, a figure wearing ordinary Tianchi Sword Sect disciple's clothing came into view.
"This is……"
The eyes of the two of them showed solemnity almost at the same time. They felt the same as Ao Hanyang and Bai Wuhen. They couldn't see through this person at all!
"The smell of blood, a very strong smell of blood." Ao Hanyang muttered, the black pupils of his eyes almost shrinking into a black dot.
Zhao Wuji and Luo Rufeng were deep in thought at the same time. They knew that Ao Hanyang had a pair of ghost sword eyes that could see things that ordinary people could not see, but what did the smell of blood mean? Is it evil spirit?
Mo Wen was dressed in dark blue black clothes, standing under the Qianlong Gate, looking at this ancient arch with a calm expression. After putting on the mask, his appearance now became extremely ordinary, and he had the kind of look that would look good if thrown into the crowd.
He couldn't be found, and since there was no aura leaking from his body, people who weren't familiar with him wouldn't pay even the slightest attention to him.
"It's Junior Uncle!" Su Yan exclaimed.
Liu Rui, Subi and others also discovered Mo Wen. They were surprised at first and then pleasantly surprised. They just watched Shi Zhongtian being wantonly injured by Zhao Wuji and could not do anything about it. Wasn't it because of his lack of strength? Their junior uncle had been
His performance is mysterious and unpredictable, so his strength should also be unpredictable? With such a mood, several people have high expectations for this young master uncle, hoping that he can help them regain their face.
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but clenched his right fist, his heart was far less calm than he appeared on the surface. Among the Nine Dragons and Seven Phoenixes, there were only three people that he absolutely looked up to in terms of strength. The first was Purple Dragon and Purple Jade! The second was Xia Qianxuan, the Heavenly Phoenix! The third was Xia Qianxuan, the Heavenly Phoenix!
It's Shadow Phoenix Ye Xuan! But there's only one person who can really make him unable to see through it, and that's Zilong Ziyu! Could there be one more person today?
"As expected, there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the world. It seems that it is necessary to reposition our positions, but I am looking forward to this sword conference even more!" Bai Wuhen said with a slight smile.
"It's a good thing to meet the heroes of the world." Luo Rufeng remained calm and calm.
"What color sword brand do you think he can get?" Bai Wuhen asked with a smile.
"Ziyu won the only black sword brand of this year yesterday, and he is probably the second one." Zhao Wuji said, but there was a hint of dryness in his tone.
"Then let's wait and see."
…
Mo Wen slowly walked towards Qianlongmen. Su Yan, Liu Rui and others couldn't help but hold their breath. After all, the young master uncle now represents their Tianchi Sword Sect.
Murong Xin also stared closely at Mo Wen. This mysterious junior uncle spent 90% of the time in the cabin along the way. She had no chance to test it, so Mo Wen's strength was a mystery to her.
In fact, she herself knows that her strength is not as good as Mo Wen, and she can almost pass the Wenxin Tianlu. What kind of swordsmanship is this? The entire Tianchi Sword Sect cannot find another one, otherwise the master will not personally come forward to make an exception.
She listed the other party on the door wall, and directly accepted him as the eleventh generation disciple! It was just the unwillingness to admit defeat in her heart, and her subconscious did not admit it. Today's experience also made her realize the cruelty and lack of strength in the spirit sword master world.
You have no right to speak! You can only endure when others bully you. In the past, as the first person of the younger generation in Tianchi Sword Sect, although I did not show pride, I was not complacent. Maybe I can relieve myself of the burden of being the first true disciple.
It was also good. A hint of enlightenment arose in Murong Xin's heart.
"What's going on? Is the Qianlongmen out of order?"
Waves of exclamations came from the crowd. The reason was that the golden light and purple light of the dragon beads guarded by the two dragons of Qianlongmen alternated back and forth, from light gold to golden yellow, from light purple to deep purple, and finally even turned into pure black!
But each color only lasts for a breath and then changes instantly. It seems that Qianlongmen cannot draw an accurate conclusion.
"What's happening here?"
All the spirit sword masters present were horrified, because since the establishment of Star Pavilion, there have been hundreds of sword discussion conferences, but such a thing has never happened! It can be said that it has never happened before!
The color of the dragon ball changed rapidly for a quarter of an hour before it was finally finalized. However, after it was finalized, all the spirit sword masters were stunned.
A faint light yellow light that could hardly be described as "gold" cast down from the dragon ball, and finally formed a light yellow sword mark on the back of Mo Wen's hand.
"Isn't this playing tricks on people?"
All the spirit sword masters felt like they were going crazy. After setting up such a huge formation, there was such a blood-vomiting result! However, this result is indeed unprecedented, because Mo Wen has created the most achievements in the history of Qianlongmen.
The lowest certification mark - light yellow! This has never appeared in the history of Qianlongmen!
"cut--"
The spirit sword masters did not hesitate to show contempt for the man who had set the lowest record of Qian Long Sect. Some spirit sword masters who felt that they had been tricked even cursed loudly.
"What the hell? With just this qualification, you can participate in the Qianlong Sword Discussion Conference? It's better to crash to death!"
"Fly to a high altitude, jump down and fall to your death."
"Living is also a waste of resources."
"Really, Grandpa has been waiting for so long for nothing."
Bai Wuhen and others' brains were also a little confused. After a long time, Bai Wuhen glanced at Ao Hanyang: "Is this what you call unfathomable?"
Ao Hanyang's expression was also a little dull, and his mouth was slightly open. He was obviously very stimulated. When he heard Bai Wuhen's question, he couldn't help but snorted in embarrassment and turned around to leave.
Bai Wuhen shrugged at the other two people and followed Ao Hanyang.
Zhao Wuji frowned, glanced at the figure under the dragon gate, snorted and turned away.
Luo Rufeng smiled faintly and did not stop, but the moment he turned around, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes... dd