Immortal Soaring Blade

Xuantian hall.

Located at the highest place of Xuantian peak, it is located at the top, and is covered in the floating cloud sea all year round. Then the clouds floating gently can be seen through the gap and the magnificent building built by the red wall glazed tile can be seen.

When the mountain wind blows, the floating cloud sea is scattered, and the clouds like cotton will be turned from the bottom to the top, like the waves and waves in the river, and they are connected into a line, like the front of the sky, and then stop with the wind, and gather slowly. Especially when the sun shines in the cloud sea, the Xuantian hall is the fairy palace of the world, standing high and high.

The red walls and glazed tiles are surrounded by tiles. Only the middle hall is like a large house, which is like a flock of cranes. It is majestic and atmospheric. The hall is several meters high and divided into three floors. The eaves of each floor stretch outward and winding, and several round beads with red sand color are slightly overbearing. The clouds and fog surround them. Occasionally, several white cranes fly by, which adds some immortal spirit to the hall, which is extraordinary It's a good way to get rid of the customs.

At this time, three people were sitting in the hall carved with red wind carved iron wood chair. Behind it was a huge portrait, a scholar with a green plain coat and a flying sword on his back. He was elegant and dusty. He was sitting on a blue cow with a bright sun, his eyes closed slightly, and his eyebrows were full of reflection.

If you look carefully, you will find that the painting is exquisite and the portrait with charm has several big characters in the lower right corner. The picture shows that the young scholar in the picture is not others, and it is the founder of Xuantian sword door and the old man of Xuantian when he was young.

The three people in the hall, one on the left, and one black robe, were full of natural breath, a face without expression, and appeared to be dull, and the look was also dull. The whole body was black, which was the dark sky Shura.

On the right, a white robe, even black hair is wrapped with a common white tape, which is spotless, giving a feeling of dust, smiling, that face is beautiful, with a pair of red phoenix eyes, like a woman in the painting, but the throat knot shows his gender.

"Can you see what the little guy is doing?" A soft voice suddenly sounded, from the middle of the red shirt of the young mouth.

A purple shirt looks like a young face is tender, but a pair of eyes are full of vicissitudes, that pair of eyes is absolutely not a young can have, only after years of baptism can have such a rich emotional color of eyes.

Purple shirt young lips red teeth white, a pair of vicissitudes of eyes at this time is some of the exuberant looking at the xuantianfeng square that the scene of fighting, hair is inserted with a wooden hairpin with no difference from ordinary wood, the whole breath is like a common person, but when asked, the smile in the corner of the mouth gives people a sense of bathing in spring wind, giving people a bit of good feeling.

Can let Xuantian Xiuluo sword all live in the next place besides Xuantian sword door palm teaching who can have? The young man who had the purple shirt was the 11th master of Xuantian sword sect who taught sword heartlessness. The man with a very beautiful appearance on his right hand was a brother with no heart and no mystery.

For many years, the three peaks are mainly xuantianfeng, and the palm teaching has always been mostly from xuantianfeng. Even the Xuantian temple is on Xuantian peak. The three who used to practice in the closed door have been out of the customs successively because they were once admitted in ten years. They paid attention to these new disciples. These people are the fresh blood of Xuantian Jianmen. The reason why a sect can stand up is not the gate The essence of the school is not the magic and the Dharma of the sect, nor is it the powerful high-level monk of the sect, but the fresh blood.

Without the disciples of the younger generation, there will be only one day when there are no more senior monks in the powerful sect holy land. Only the day that the next waiting is decline or even destruction. Now Xuantian sword gate is facing this problem.

Hearing the inquiry from elder martial brother Zhang, the sword on the right hand shook his head gently. A confused look appeared in the eyebrows. The Danfeng, who seemed to drop water, blinked and said softly, "in so many years, I have also seen such mysterious method for the first time. When the little guy used this technique, he felt the sacred peace of the whole people Generally, although it is now low and shallow, the breath of this method is not belong to those abilities. I don't know how powerful this little guy will be when he can cultivate a baby child

Xuantian sword door teaches sword to laugh, and then he looks at the scene of the scene.

"Will it be spread out of the nameless temple, and it is clear that the Dharma is made by Buddhist law, and the Buddhist family is the most powerful one with nameless temple." Sitting in the dazed sword, he said suddenly, but his face was gloomy and did not know what he thought. The words were as cold as the day of the apprentice, even facing his elder martial brother.

"It shouldn't be." After a while of silence, the white robe man retorted, a pair of Danfeng eyes were squinting, and he continued to observe the mysterious little guy with divine knowledge.

"No matter how this little guy is a disciple of my Xuantian sword gate, the most important thing is that the child is good, whether I like his heart or character." The gentle voice from the purple shirt young mouth, the words are as plain as an old tea but have charm.

It seems that the sword, which is called Xuantian Xiuluo, is evil and the sword is not mysterious. It is rare to hear the praise from elder brother Zhang Jiao. Today, he will jump out of his mouth. What's more, the object of praise or a little guy in the spiritual realm that has not yet started in the district. Both were surprised, then looked at each other, and they were puzzled in their eyes.The next moment, Xuantian Shura sword Wuxie recovered his dull expression. On the contrary, Jian Wuxuan's right eyebrow curled, and his face revealed the color of inquiry, "Oh? Do you like this little guy and want to accept apprentices again It seems that the elder martial brother in charge of teaching in front of him is full of concern. After asking, he doesn't blink his eyes and stares at the sword.

It seems to be staring at by his younger martial brother, some guilty, patiently explained, "no, besides, isn't there still three years left? Besides, the little girl Shasha, who alone makes me headache, has no energy to recruit apprentices."

After Jian had no intention to finish, he suddenly regretted it. Then he took a timid look at the white robed Jian Wuxuan with Yu Guang. Sure enough, Jian Wuxuan's face changed. His face was not good, and each eyebrow should be as deep as possible.

"Well, thank you for your good intentions. Tisha, you have to rob me of my apprentices. You have five apprentices. You should know that I don't have one." The handsome xuanwuxie, even angry, has a unique flavor. Where is the ferocious appearance.

Jian gave a dry smile, which made him feel embarrassed. He quickly changed the topic and didn't continue to discuss the topic. "Shasha, a girl, is young and has a short time to learn. Her accomplishments are about to catch up with Wu Tianshan, the third elder. She is just too naughty, which makes me have a headache and causes trouble everywhere."

Looking at the Jian unintentionally, his face was smiling. Although he was blaming him on his mouth, he was extremely fond of the girl named Shasha. This sixth disciple of his own was also the youngest. He was not only young, but also learned sword on that day. He was surprised that he didn't want to.

Xuantian Shura, dressed in a black robe, heard the conversation between the two people, and immediately felt a little bored. He did not say a word, but drifted away. In an instant, he disappeared. As for the victory or defeat of xuantianfeng square outside, after this move, he could tell who won. Xuantian Shura had nothing to do with his two elder martial brothers Taste.

Seeing Xuantian Xiuluo sword leave without evil, the originally smiling sword sighed lightly, and the sigh voice floated in the broad hall, slowly reverberating.

"Younger martial brother, in recent years, his temperament has become more and more eccentric." White robed man sword without Xuan eyebrows a coagulation, some worry said.

"I can't blame him. He has paid enough for the sect for so many years. If it hadn't been for that, it would not have changed now. After three years of outside disciples entering the inner door, he was asked to accept an apprentice to teach patiently, so that he would not do nothing every day. He would either practice in seclusion or be dazed and live in memory." Jian had no intention, and his face was complicated. He was really in pain for this younger martial brother. He said he didn't believe it. No matter what he said, he didn't listen.

The competition in xuantianfeng square is still going on. No one can think of it. Even the master of Xuantian sword sect is unconsciously observing the competition with divine sense in Xuantian hall.

In the venue, the tornado that the wind and frost turned into would involve the two golden dragons playing with pearls. The sight became more and more blurred by the wind and frost formed by the fierce spirit power, which blocked the people's eyes.

Bang!

Only a huge roar was heard, and a flash of white light was seen like the most brilliant moment of fireworks. Then a mushroom cloud's air wave first entered people's view. When the air wave and the wind and frost gradually dissipated, and the spiritual power waves in the field disappeared, people finally saw the scene on the stone platform.

Zhao Jiuge's black cloth belt, which restrained his long hair, had already fallen off. His hair was dishevelled and his face was pale with a little red. His eyes were staring at the opposite side fiercely. His body seemed to be a little weak and shaking, and his spine was still standing tall and upright.

Dozens of meters away from Zhao Jiuge, the boy with scar has already fallen to the ground, just like a dead dog. The dispirited breath proves that he is still alive and not dead. The whole person's clothes have already been broken. The white clothes are covered with blood, just like countless plum blossoms on a white scroll painting, which is dazzling and moving.

This station has finally come to an end. Who could have thought that the previously domineering scarred youth finally came to such an end!

The scar boy's fingers moved slightly and fell on the ground, but his eyes looked at Zhao Jiuge with malice and resentment. He saw that the scar boy was still dead and the duck's mouth was hard. He walked with a vain step and slowly walked to the scar boy who was lying on the ground like a lump of mud.

Hiss

The crowd held their breath and took a cold breath. Scar boy has not admitted defeat, so no one can stop this competition. Now, scar teenager has no power to fight again. Although Zhao Jiuge is shaking, he is much better than scar boy. What does Zhao Jiuge want to do now?