Painting of the Nine Immortals

Above the peak, Sword Twelve stood proudly and swept through the sky for nine days.

This made the Lord of the Eighteen Peaks of Jianzong smile, full of praise.

Not everyone has the courage to speak Falun Gong behind the old man of Nine Swords. For that alone, Sword 12 is not bad.

"Good."

The Jiujian old man nodded with a smile, and turned his eyes to the old man next to him, which is the teaching of Jianzong, saying: "He is your disciple, the strongest heir of this generation?"

Hearing that Jianzong's palm teaching nodded gently, it was difficult to hide his pride.

"Nice little guy, worthy of the name." The old man of Jiujian praised.

"Senior is ridiculous."

Jianzong's palm teaches a smile, and so is sword twelve.

If he changed to another person, he would calmly regard it. After all, the praises he had heard were countless, but it was different at the moment.

Praising him is the old man of nine swords, this weight is undoubtedly as heavy as a mountain.

"Speak well, so many colleagues are watching."

The old man of Jiujian smiled mildly, then stretched out and fell to Ling Xian.

"Brahma is retreating, so she didn't come, she asked me to thank you on her behalf."

"Ready to break through to the eighth state?" Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"Yes, presumably you stimulated her."

The old man of Jiujian looked at Ling Xian with a smile and said, "This is also good, there is a goal to chase, and people will grow faster."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xian smiled and chatted with the old man of Jiujian.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and it was a happy conversation.

As a result, everyone showed envy, and Sword Twelve sank.

He took a deep look at Ling Xian, and then he rose into the air and began to talk about swords.

If the old man of Jiujian is talking about Kendo, then he is talking about pure swords, and the two are not on the same level at all.

However, judging by his age, it is not bad.

Therefore, some Kendo nodded with smiles, showing appreciation.

"It is indeed the pride of the sky, the sword wizard."

"If nothing else, it's Jianzong's next teacher."

"Yeah, whether it is cultivation or foundation, he is a leader of his generation, and the worst will be able to come to the side in the future, and may even become supreme!"

Numerous kendo masters praised and led the wind.

For a time, this heaven and earth were all praises of the sword twelve, making him rare in the sky, hard to find on the ground.

Although it has an exaggerated composition, Sword Twelve does have a supreme posture, which is one of the most powerful evils in the sacred city.

"well done."

Looking at the highly anticipated sword twelve, Jianzong's palm taught eyes to be comforted, and then looked around the audience, saying: "Which other Taoist would like to speak about swords?"

The voice dropped and no one answered for a long time.

Seeing this, Jianzong's palm teacher smiled lightly: "Since no one wants to talk about swords, they will start the second round of the sword conference and try the sword."

After hearing the words, everyone's eyes lighted up. The test of the sword was the highlight of the Sword Conference, second only to the final Wu Jian.

"I know the sword, what is the test sword?" Ling Xian looked at the old man of Jiujian.

"Testing a sword is a contest ..."

Jiujian was trying to explain, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"How dare you fight me?"

The sword twelve opened indifferently, and the three-foot green peak suddenly appeared, pointing far away at Lingxian.

The sharp edge moved everyone present, and at the same time, they also looked forward to it.

The strength of Sword Twelve is undoubted, and it has the ability to push horizontally. Although Ling Xian's strength is unknown, he can enter the state of selflessness.

Due to the confrontation between the two people, everyone naturally looked forward to it.

"Again…"

Ling Xian reluctantly said, "I already refused you when Feng Jian Tower was closed."

"You can refuse at that time, but at this moment, you can't refuse." Jian Twelve's eyes were cold and eager to suppress Lingxian and prove himself.

"Can't refuse?"

Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and promised or not, it was his freedom. Why could not he refuse?

"You really can't refuse."

The old man of Jiujian laughed: "This is the rule of the sword convention. No matter who challenges it, the other party cannot refuse, unless you turn away and give up participating in the sword code."

"Still this rule?" Ling Xian frowned, and finally understood why Sword Twelve would say he was waiting for him at the Sword Sword Conference.

It turned out that the other party could not refuse to launch a challenge at the Onsword Conference.

"This is the rule left by the ancestor of Jianzong, and no one has the right to change it." The old man with nine swords smiled.

"So, if I want to stay in the sword of enlightenment, I must accept his challenge."

Ling Xian couldn't help crying or laughing, he really didn't want to play against the sword twelve, not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want to make useless fights.

But now it seems he must accept it.

The Sword Conference was held only once in a hundred years. If you missed it, you have to wait a hundred years before you can enlighten the sword.

This was intolerable for Ling Xian, so he decided to fight.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as you fight, you can stay or lose."

"Accept it, the test sword only scores, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, so you don't have to worry."

"What's more, so many people look at it. If you refuse, you will become timid."

The old man of Jiujian looked at Ling Xian with a smile and wanted to see his strength.

"I don't care what everyone thinks, but with this rule, I have to shoot."

"Also, I will accompany you two times, lest you bother me again."

Ling Xian was helpless. The first sentence was to the old man of Jiujian, and the latter sentence was to the old sword.

"Finally fighting."

Sword Twelve looked at Ling Xian coldly and said, "I thought you would always be a turtle with a head down."

"Coward?"

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. In the eyes of everyone, he was afraid of Sword Twelve, but if he changed to someone who knew his record, he would certainly not think so.

Ning Family Shadow, Yu Jingchen, Shu Shengtian, which is inferior to the sword twelve?

A sword twelve, not qualified to make him afraid!

"Whatever you think about it, the reason why I am fighting is entirely in the face of Jian Dian." Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"Unless your skin is as thick as a city wall, you won't be able to comprehend the sword code."

The twelve chills of the sword opened, and the magic sword pointed at Lingxian, and the sharp light illuminated Tianyu.

"You mean, I'll lose to your hands and leave no face?"

Ling Xian smiled and said, "The humiliating person may not be me, just like when I sealed the sword tower."

"you!"

Was poked into pain, the sword twelve was furious, the magic sword cold and cold, and the killing intentions rushed to the sky.

"Come on, I'd love to see if you are anxious to prove that you are better than me."

Ling Xian gathered her smile and got up.

Suddenly, the majestic power of the majestic came out, as the resurgence of a peerless fierce, shaking the world, swallowing the world.

"So terrible power!"

"Sure enough, he is not a simple character. With such a mighty power, one can imagine how strong his combat power is!"

"The worst is also the one who dominates the same rank, not weaker than Sword Twelve!"

Everyone exclaimed and looked forward to it.

"I will prove that I am better than you, better than you!"

The sword twelve drank coldly, a sword roared, and the sky was broken.

That kind of edge, even the older generation of Kendo famous, also changed its color.

However, Ling Xian looked as usual, light and gentle.

He condensed the wind into a sword and broke into the air instantly, resisting the sword.