Immortal Soaring Blade

That graceful sexy figure, no doubt attracted the eyes of all people, a beautiful woman, especially a powerful beauty, it can stimulate the desire to conquer in men's hearts, so at this moment, most men's hearts are thinking of strange emotions.

When the enchanting girl broke through to 800 layers, she couldn't help sweating. She didn't look so relaxed. Her two white lotus arms were stiff.

However, no matter what, this girl is undoubtedly the first of these disciples. Even though Bai Zimo and Mu Zijun are extremely proud people, even if they are disdainful on the surface, they have to admit that this woman is strong.

With a slight smile, Xuantian Shura seems to be very happy at this time. His cold and dull face is not consistent with his usual expression. Even because he is in a good mood, his right hand strokes his long beard faster.

"Let's go. This girl can't step all the steps. After three years, wait for the disciples to enter the inner door. However, Wu Tianshan, you have to practice hard. Don't be overtaken by others. You will lose your master's face, ha ha."

Wu Tianshan's face embarrassed, the corner of his mouth set off helpless, hands and feet helplessly grasp his long hair, then pretended to be relaxed, relaxed manner also followed with a smile.

"Hey, uncle, you and my master have been practicing together for hundreds of years. Why has my master accepted several apprentices, but you still don't have a successor? Because your smile is much better than that of a straight face. Ha ha."

"Stinky boy. I think you've got itchy recently, or we'll practice. " Xuantian Shura immediately became angry and scolded.

"Uncle, I'll go first and go back to practice." When the last word was finished, Wu Tianshan had already rolled up a yellow sword light, which was like silk with a little curtain of light. In a flash, several breaths disappeared.

When Wu Tianshan left, Xuantian Shura's original smile expression gradually became lonely. After years of loneliness, he didn't want to be like this, but he always had a problem in his heart.

With a sigh, he looked back at the group of disciples. Then he did not blink, and the whole space was rippling like hot water boiling. In an instant, the Xuantian Shura disappeared. At this time, the only thing that made Xuantian Shura happy was this group of disciples.

On Qitian Road, when the enchanting girl's last spiritual power disappeared, that is, when she stopped, until now, the trial was completely ended, everyone had a different taste. When the enchanting girl couldn't move any more, coach Zhou controlled the flying sword and circled to the top of the people's head. At the same time, the loud voice also spread.

"At the end of the trial, 86 people passed, and all those below 300 storeys were eliminated. Congratulations on becoming a member of Xuantian Jianmen. From now on, Xuantian Jianmen is your home. Our tenet is not to bully the weak with strength, but when others bully you, the whole sect is your backing."

The faint smile on Professor Zhou's face indicates his affirmation of this group of disciples. For a person like him who is cold outside and warm inside, seeing that the quality of his disciples this time is much better than that of the previous two times, he is not equally happy.

His words are full of passion and blood, which makes Zhao Jiuge, who has been wandering outside, have a strong sense of belonging. At this moment, he is proud of this school, and at this moment, he also decides to give full play to this school.

But for those who did not pass dozens of lines, there was no blood to speak of, but as if falling into the cold ice cave.

The faces of those who could not accept the fact were dull, and their lips were gently opened and closed, filled with a sense of helplessness.

But those radical teenagers have already blushed and yelled, just because they are unwilling in their hearts. If you want to know that you have to wait ten years to miss this entry, and in the next ten years, they have already missed the selection conditions for entry. This makes these young people who have seen the wonderful cultivation and the pleasure brought by strength accept this thing Real.

"Well, what kind of school selection conditions are so harsh, others Yuehua academy does not have so many conditions."

"If you don't leave me here, you will not believe that there is no place to accept me!"

"Professor Zhou, can he be flexible, even if he is just a layman."

For a moment, or the atmosphere, or angry, or begging voice came, looking at the faces of those eliminated disciples, Zhao Jiuge was touched. If it was not for his chance encounter with the inheritance left by Ye Wuyou, he might be like them and face the elimination stage in the same way.

The corner of his mouth mocked himself and laughed. Maybe, he didn't even know this road. He had already fled to the mountains, or was still living in exile now, not to mention knowing Su Su.

Hum.

An angry snorted out of Professor Zhou's nose. All the disciples shivered, and the temperature seemed to be a few words lower.

"Who dares to insult Xuantian Jianmen? No matter who you are, don't think about going down this mountain again." His voice and words were sword like, full of murderous spirit, beating those young people who were not good at talking.Then Zhou instructor sleeve robe waved, did not continue to speak, but restored that cold expression. After Zhou coach moved, dozens of disciples behind him rolled up the dozens of figures in a few breaths, rolled up the flying sword, no nonsense, the wind rose, and took those eliminated students down the mountain, perhaps this is the last time they came to the Xuantian mountain.

The expression was cold and stared at the departure of those people, and only when Zhou looked back at the remaining 80 figures, he was serious.

"From now on, no matter what your family or where you were born, you have to abide by the rules of Xuantian sword gate. When you get to the top of the mountain, get clothes, disciple manual and assign room, only give you a fragrant time, and then come out and gather to tell you about my Xuantian sword gate."

Xuantian peak.

It is not only a mountain, but a group of peaks connected. The three veins of Xuantian Jianmen separate thousands of peaks in Xuantian mountain. However, the beginners can only move on those two or three peaks, but only the outside disciples. Let alone go to the forbidden areas of Xuantian Jianmen.

At this time, the mountain top.

Zhao Jiuge was looking around in shock. This scene completely shocked Zhao Jiuge. He thought that the day he entered the building and the day after tomorrow, Zhao Jiuge thought that Xuantian sword gate was just like this, and it was not until this time that he was wrong.

At the top of the mountain, it is very high, and there are white clouds floating around. At this moment, clouds like white cotton emerge around the feet. In the sight, there are hundreds of them in the sight of one mountain, one by one.

But it is not even considered, because not only are there strange plants on each mountain, but also the buildings with extraordinary momentum. Some mountains, overlapping and overlapping are simple and solemn buildings, among which a mountain in the distance is standing out of the crowd, especially in a high style.

Each peak has a chain connection like the one previously tried. On the white sea of clouds, only the mountain peaks exposed are like floating islands, and they are not spectacular.

At this time, the sun has been far away angry, the golden sun to the world fairyland rendering a layer of gold, sparkling.

The cloud sea, which is like a dragon pan, and the buildings with simple atmosphere, constitute the magnificent and extraordinary weather. However, the mountains floating in the air are full of rich spirit everywhere.

Zhao Jiuge is a great shock. Is this fairyland? How beautiful, everything is so full of dreamy colors.

Looking at the various around, not only Zhao Jiuge, together with the people who went up the mountain were drunk.

A mountain breeze blew, scattered the floating clouds, blew the dense trees and plants, and woke up Zhao Jiuge, who was intoxicated. At this time, he found an irregular huge stone beside it, with four characters mottled with ancient simplicity, the gate of the sword in Xuantian.

Four words seem to be crossed by the sword, full of vicissitudes, as if the witness of the rise and fall of the Xuantian sword door and the changes of mulberry fields.

This is the foundation of a sect and a holy land. Even at the end of the fall, it is still not easy to look down on. At that time, Xuantian, the founder of Xuantian Jianmen sect, flew up at once, and then occupied this place with abundant intelligence and beautiful environment. These four words were carved by the old man of Xuantian with sword.

But the thousands of mountains seem plain and strange, but they are arranged with a large array. Each mountain is combined, so it can be inherited even when the sword gate of Xuantian is down. This is the school created by the old man Xuantian after flying up.

As for the buildings and strange plants of each mountain, as well as the animals and plants surrounded by mountains, they are caused by the development of offspring and generations.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge understood why the pink palace dress woman and Prajna would look at themselves like ants, and they were born in famous schools.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge also firmly determined to cultivate the dark sky sword gate. When he was strong, he would like to meet Prajna. By then, he will use his strength to find his self-esteem, and see the scene in front of him. Zhao Jiuge knows that he is closer to that day.

The vast scenery is still in my heart, can not calm for a long time, and let oneself not calm there is the figure.

A blue sword robe disciple's loud drink woke up these young people immersed in the environment.

"Come in line and check in and get something!"

Only a slender, horse faced young man, there was a little lazy shouting, for this ten years ago to come to the Xuantian sword young people, has been staying in the outside door, did not enter the door to learn the high-depth sword, there is no spirit of struggle, can only be a day monk hit a day clock.

I think that he was not similar to these beginners when he came to Xuantian swords, but time can change everything too much, and he has destroyed his firm heart and let those dream of his goal fly away.

Looking at these young people who started today, they were excited and hot. The young man with a slight smile turned and left with them. He was used to the scene, and even a little bit of words were lazy to say.