Dominating Sword Immortal

Chapter 102, Blood Shadow Knife

It is not unhelpful to hurry for a few days. At least Ye Chen feels that the ingenuity is much more pure and more handy. Of course, people with less powerful souls can hardly find subtle changes.

Returning to the task of the Tengyun Hall, Ye Chen went to the ranks of Yuxi.

There is basically no change in the ranking of this month. The first few are still the first few. As for why it is very simple, everyone’s mind is on the June ranking game that will start. There is no need to fight hard now, and it’s definitely more suitable for the game. .

Looking down to the bottom, Ye Chen smiled, his ranking was in the bottom of the list, and several people in the same period of his time squeezed into the top row.

"Also, taking advantage of this ranking game, get the top ten disciples in the inner door, and the province will have to challenge other people in the future." Ye Chen did not care much about the rankings, but in the rankings, everything is very Fair, will not give you privilege because of your high ranking.

However, the most important thing at present is cultivation. The mid-term cultivation in the realm of the real world is too low, at least to reach the peak of the midst of the meditation. As a result, among the inner disciples, there is no need to fear anyone.

In the evening, Ye Chen meditated and practiced.

In the morning, Ye Chen sat quietly on the cliff to refine the sword.

At noon, Ye Chen will go to the pool under the waterfall to exercise the body.

The days go by and the distance is getting closer and closer to June.

In the deep mountains behind the Qingfeng Mountain.

Next to the rock mountain.

A two-meter-high, skeletal boy with a naked upper body stood there. His eyes were like electricity, his muscles were tangled, and his horrible atmosphere was stronger than the same level of monsters. Anyone who looked at him with a glance would be like In the face of an ancient monster, frightened.

Roar!

The burly teenager snarls and snarls. The muscles of the upper body are shaking like mountains, and the bones and muscles are also bursting with bows and strings. It is like dozens of people shooting at the same time.

The ground was stepped on, and the burly boy stretched out his hands and slammed into the rock.

Rumble!

Twenty meters high, the rock of the six or seven meters is four and five cracks, and the tall stone is like the flower of the goddess, and it is scattered in all directions.

The face is not red and not breathing, the burly young boy whispered to himself: "The ranking game is about to begin, and I will not be willing to be under the other people, I must compete for the first place, and become the first inside door. Disciple, I will challenge Xu Jing to see who is the first hard hand of Liu Yunzong."

There are thirty-six peaks in Liuyun, which is a training place specially prepared for the inner door elders.

One of the thirty-six peaks, on Baiyun Peak.

The old man in white robes is on the side of the juvenile: "Li Yun, you are promoted to an inner disciple, and you are worshipping under my door. Within three years, I have never gone out to do the task and participated in the ranking competition. I am immersed in cultivation, but this time, You must participate in the rankings, otherwise the Sovereign and other Presbyterians think that I am delaying you and have not given you enough exercise opportunities."

The teenager looks cold and said: "Master, you can rest assured that I will let other people know that even if I have not walked through the rivers and lakes, I can defeat other disciples."

The old man in white robe shook his head. "Don't underestimate others. Although your strength is enough to rank in the top five of the inner disciples, it is still dangerous to compete for the top three. As far as I know, Guijian Li and Yu Shaoqing have the top three strengths. And that **** knife is rushing, and the strength of the battle is even amazed by the elders of the inner door. I am afraid that you are not an opponent."

The cold boy said: "Master, you didn't tell me, or you don't argue, you have to fight for the first place, otherwise everything is meaningless."

"Oh, I said this, then you should try to be the first! No accident, your biggest opponent is the blood shadow knife, the second opponent is the ghost sword Li Man, his swordsman Unpredictable, don't go through the cloud, and when you meet this person, you must be careful not to lose to him in the sword."

"I will not lose to anyone in the sword."

The old man in white robe nodded, no matter what else, if you talk about swordsmanship, there are really few people who are comparable to their disciples. After all these three years of hard work, the other party has its own sword style. It’s not the way to follow others’ rules. If you give him time, you won’t necessarily lose to the first disciple of Liu Yunzong’s “Dark Sword” Zhu Mei.

"Well, three months of retreat, let me see your current strength."

Hey!

The sword is out of the sheath, and the cold teenager is swinging the sword toward the sea of ​​clouds.

Silent, the sea of ​​clouds cracked thirteen sword marks, each sword mark is generally long and short, almost no difference, as if the same sword mark was copied.

The white robe old man flashed amazed eyes in his eyes. "The fourteen swords! Can't think of your sword light differentiation has reached the highest level."

If someone is here, it will be puzzled and clearly cracked thirteen sword marks. Why is it fourteen swords.

Wulong River, a tributary of Kwai Shui!

In the past three months, a small gang has been set up here, called Kui Shui Village, and there are three villagers in Kwai Shui Village. They are all cultivated in the true state. The Dazhai master has touched the edge of Baoyuan. It takes a month or two to become a martial artist.

In addition, there are seven or eight martial artists in the Kui Shui Village, more than 20 martial arts in the middle of the period, and forty or fifty martial arts in the early days. As for the martial arts, the martial arts are basically cannon fodder. There are hundreds of people on the scene.

The sound of the door outside the Kwai Shui Village was smashed into two halves, and a wild teenager stepped in.

"The people of Kwai Shui Village came out to die."

Oh!

At least hundreds of villagers surrounded the juveniles, and then dozens of elites were abducted, all of them were martial arts.

"Looking for death, I dare to take the task to destroy my Kwai Shui Village and kill me."

Under a command, the burly teenager was suddenly overwhelmed by the sea and could not see the figure.

"Hah, give me all to die!"

The blood-red knives are vertical and horizontal in the sea. Everywhere, there are more than a dozen people who have been split and the blood is splashing. There is no enemy at all. No, even if there is no match, because even if it is condensed The elites who have been repaired can't stop the burly teenagers.

"How could it be so terrible, who is he?"

"Ah, I know, he is the shadow of the cloud sorcerer, rushing!" Someone saw something from the burly juvenile knife, full of horror.

"Toast out, kill me!"

The burly boy laughed, and the murderousness in the laughter went straight into the sky, and immediately it was a horrible blood red knife. Every knife fell, there must be ten deaths, and the ground was thrown out of the knife marks.

The blood flows into the river, and the people in Kwai Shui Village are almost killed.

At this time, three more people rushed over, it is the three major villagers of Kwai Shui Village, the weapon of the three villagers is a pair of Xuanhua axe, the second village is the eyebrow stick, the big village is a tiger head knife The most powerful.

The burly teenager rushed out of the body and slashed at the three.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Under the knife, the three martial artists in the late stage of the meditation were instantly divided into corpses, and the blood-red knives passed through the body, and the Kui Shui Zhai lobby in the back also opened a huge gap.

"It’s too boring to be vulnerable." The burly boy shook his head and turned away. His white robes were not stained with blood.