Immortal Soaring Blade

When Zhao Jiuge came to xuantianfeng square, he was in high spirits. It seemed that there had been some changes in the whole person. However, the specific changes gave people an indescribable feeling. Those old disciples also focused on the coming young years.

A clean eye, long black hair is tied by a black cloth belt at will. There is no emotion on the delicate face. It is as plain as water. A fitting Blue Sword robe makes the youth's body look thin. The back is facing the sunshine from the sun. The breeze in the morning is blowing the corners of his clothes. The appearance alone makes the eyes of many girls' disciples soar.

Seeing that the sky was full of people like locusts, or riding exotic animals or riding fierce flying swords, Zhao Jiuge was surprised and wondered what the situation was. Even some people had the breath of Prajna woman who did not belong to the cold water pool. The first appearance of Xuantian sword gate showed its powerful strength.

Yu Guang looked at the whole crowd watching himself. Even if Zhao Jiuge is not the same as he used to be, he is no longer the reserved and introverted teenager. At this time, he also felt some face burning, and forced to endure the dazzling eyes, came to Bai Qingqing and other people. He asked softly, "Why are there so many people today? What's the situation?"

"We don't know. Just now, a lot of people came, all of them old disciples of Xuantian sword sect. I guess who let out the wind. This fight between you and scar boy was just a little competition. But now, I don't think it's as simple as a small one. Be careful. I'll take good care of you." Bai Qingqing lowered her eyebrows and whispered. Just looking at the current battle, even Bai Qingqing's heart was holding a sweat for Zhao Jiuge. If she lost, she would not be able to stand down. However, she could only do her best, and she had to fight.

"Cough, OK, now that all the people have come, let's get ready to start. Let's have a discussion with each other. We can't kill each other by hand and foot. Let's play it to your heart's content. We will protect you well with our teacher Li Zhijiao Wang Zhi church." Coach Zhou's eyes were cold and his words were severe. When he said that the final fierce momentum suddenly came out, it made people feel cold.

Li Zhijiao just brushed his long beard and was still smiling kindly. He also wanted to see how the potential of this group of disciples could be.

As soon as coach Zhou's words fell, the scar boy's mouth gave a cruel smile, and the evil intention in his eyes was not hidden. He looked at Zhao Jiuge directly without blinking his eyes. He looked at Zhao Jiuge, as if he didn't take Zhao Jiuge seriously. He held the victory of the contest.

After reading, I glanced at the white Qingqing beside Zhao Jiuge. At this time, there was charming amorous feelings on Zhao Jiuge's face, and his face was worried and worried. When he heard that he was going to start, he finally couldn't help saying in a soft voice, "be careful, if you lose, don't say you know me."

Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but twitch, turned a white eye fiercely, and said, "it's not because of you, Hongyan vortex water, if it's not because of your scar, the youth will find me trouble."

On the Qitian Road, the scarred boy was shocked to see Bai Qingqing. He was deeply infatuated with the enchanting girl, but every time he saw Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge's intimate companion, scar youth was full of anger. Now, he can finally solve the resentment. Today, we will know who is strong and who is weak.

Boom.

People around the ground retreated, and a platform hundreds of meters long rose slowly. Then, with his handprint in his hand, a flash of light shot up on the platform. The platform was hundreds of meters long and wide. A strange light curtain formed over the whole platform, which also covered Zhao Jiuge and scar boy. There was a faint aura on the light screen Circulation, sending out wonderful lines.

The momentum is soaring and the voices are booming.

The two people in the field didn't take the lead. They looked at each other coldly. Standing on the stage, Zhao Jiuge wanted to say that he was not nervous. It was a lie. He didn't know whether it was because of excitement or how. He felt some unnatural shaking all over his body.

On the field, there were supporters for the competition of the two people. There were people who were red and hoarse and yelled and cheered. Even the young people standing in the air felt very interesting. The competition was more lively than the two people waiting for the competition.

At last, scar boy's expression became impatient, and his thick eyebrows wrinkled tightly. At the next moment, there was a buzz around his body, and his aura was very bright. The momentum of the later stage of the spirit state was exhausted. When he saw that the scar boy finally began to move, the noise outside suddenly stopped and they all looked at the field with wide eyes.

The momentum of the scarred boy is still rising. As soon as the breath of a fierce beast breaks out, it is like open fangs. Just wait to open the big mouth of the blood basin to swallow the opponent, and feel the power in the body. The scar boy's face appears more confident, and his mind has begun to think about how to trample Zhao Jiuge.

Due to the mask on the stage, people outside the venue could not feel the sense of pressure that the scar boy burst out. However, Zhao Jiuge obviously felt a sense of oppression, and rushed to his face tightly, which made his whole body move a little stiff. However, Zhao Jiuge didn't respond, just standing like a proud pine and cypress.Seeing the disgusting face on the scar boy's face, Zhao Jiuge was not happy and suddenly rose. Since you think I am a soft persimmon, you can use this opportunity to become the first stepping stone for me to enter Xuantian sword gate!

Sword robe array, eyes Ling lie.

Under the pressure of scar's later spiritual cultivation, Zhao Jiuge's clothes and robes are constantly whistling, and his long black hair is dancing. Finally, scar's youth's strength is accumulated to the peak, trying to force Zhao Jiuge with coercion.

At this time, the scarred boy is like a fierce beast disturbing the storm, but Zhao Jiuge's face suddenly reveals a trace of smile. In spite of the storm, I am still like a grass swaying with the wind in the valley.

The expert looks at the door, while the layman watches the excitement.

Looking at their appearance, Zhao Jiuge did not move, as if frightened by the fierce breath of the young scar. However, the young scabbard was full of vigor and lustre. The powerful momentum shocked the disciples who only moved the blood realm and spiritual realm.

However, Wu Tianshan and his powerful inner disciples knew that the enemy should be like Zhao Jiuge. Although the fight between life and death can be decided by a single thought, when his strength reaches the peak, he is not far away from exhaustion. When he sees Zhao Jiuge's indifferent and motionless appearance, he shows a trace of appreciation in his eyes and nods without leaving a trace On the contrary, the coach Li looked at the scar boy with a smile on his face.

Nervous tension for a long time, focus on. Scar boy finally couldn't bear the atmosphere. He drew his right hand backward and pulled out the wooden sword on his back. The blade of the sword pointed obliquely with extraordinary momentum. His arrogant expression appeared on his face. "You can see that you don't know which gully jumped out of. I don't need other magic weapons to bully you. I'll use this wooden sword, but it's enough to deal with you!"

"Don't be too crazy, you won't be afraid to be tongue flicked by the wind." Hearing the two words in the gully and looking at the proud face of the scarred teenager, Zhao Jiuge felt inexplicably that his head was swollen and some could not control his emotions. His eyes burst out a killing intention. Until then, Zhao Jiuge decided not to spare any effort, but also to clean up the young man opposite him, because he was more annoying than Bai Zimo.

"I'm crazy. I have that capital, do you?" In the face of Zhao Jiuge's words, Shao Shao smiles instead of anger. He has a thick disdain on his face, his eyebrows are raised, and his tone is extremely arrogant and arrogant.

"Let me see if I have the capital!" Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but feel his chest breathing was a little short, and his feet were flying. He quickly rushed toward the scar boy and pulled out the wooden sword behind his back. In the process of the sprint, his spiritual power was also released. When the aura was released, Zhao Jiuge's momentum gradually improved, just transforming his cultivation in the middle of the spiritual realm After all, it's a little bit worse than the scar boy, so the momentum is also suppressed by the scar boy, but the sense of pressure that comes from his face also disappears with the release of his spiritual power.

In the face of Zhao Jiuge running towards him, the war spirit in the eyes of the scarred teenager shows up. His eyes shrink and he snorts coldly, "what can't be on the table with little skills?"

Then he also carried a wooden sword, hard to hard toward Zhao Jiuge, two people standing opposite to each other running. The eyes of the people outside the stadium were blazing and looking forward to the collision between them. However, the pressure released by their spiritual power made the mask distorted and gave off a light light. At the next moment, the field suddenly changed!

"Set up a sail to lift a boat, but not a boat, a boat, and a boat." The young scabbard in the running suddenly had a big drink in his mouth, and his mouth recited the contents of the sword spirit. He saw the bright light surging towards the wooden sword in his hand. The original ordinary wooden sword was surrounded by lightning like light.

"A big river in a boat is like a vast expanse of water." After that, Zhao Jiuge didn't have time to react. When the last word fell, the young scabbard moved. Originally, he held a wooden sword in his right hand and pointed at it. At this time, he took the sword and stabbed it fiercely. That direction was the direction Zhao Jiuge came from. Because of the speed, Zhao Jiuge faced a stab and could not hide.

That ordinary time, the cold sword light is like a boat in the ocean. No matter how small and how attacked by the wind and waves, it can still march forward bravely in the sea. Scar boy has a preliminary understanding of the meaning of sword! The first level of metaphysics has some similar taste. The world will never lack genius.

Scar youth fighting experience is worthy of being old and hot, time, direction, strength, accurate to just right, as if everything is in his grasp, all these have to come from his childhood that purgatory trial.