The First Immortal of Ancient Times

The next day.

Arriving in a blink of an eye!

In the center of the Qinghun Peaks, there is a peak shaped like a giant cauldron, named ‘Aspirational Mountain’.

There is no vegetation on the Wending Mountain, and the rocks are brown. There is a very wide and flat land at the top, with hundreds of 'sword fighting platforms' built on it!

Every sword fighting platform is covered with sword marks.

For hundreds of years, countless Qinghun Sword Cultivators have fought swords here, competing for superiority, and even deciding between life and death!

Get up in the morning!

The dawn breaks and everything revives.

Boom boom——

Suddenly, a square boulder in green, red, white, and yellow roared across the sky, making an ear-splitting sound, shining with dazzling light, falling from the sky, and landed on the Summit Mountain!

Such movement caused the grass and trees in the Qinghun Mountains to tremble, and birds and beasts to run around.

After landing, the boulder was stable and radiant. It looked like four different square stones spliced ​​together. There was a hole in the center of one side. The hole was filled with four-color thick fog. The thick fog turned into dragons, snakes and birds. The beast let out a real roar and bird song, shaking the entire aspirational mountain.

"The Four-pole Sword Bearing Stone!"

There was a burst of laughter on the summit mountain!

Next to this four-color boulder, there is a high platform. The high platform is divided into eight areas, and each area has many luxurious seats.

At this time, the top figures of the Green Soul Sword Sect were all sitting on these honorable seats!

Among them, the number one swordsman ‘Ye Tiance’ is undoubtedly the protagonist today.

He is sitting on a sword-shaped throne closest to the center. His eagle nose is eye-catching, his sword eyebrows are sharp, and there is an invisible murderous intention on his body.

Even a burly figure like the Third Sword Master ‘Wu Wu’ would have his aura suppressed by his side!

It can be seen from this that who is respected now, Qinghun!

However.

For a person like Ye Tiance, he showed respect at this moment, facing an old man sitting on the throne in the center of the high platform!

The man was sitting upright, with his hands on the armrests and his legs spread apart, showing an astonishing amount of energy.

This man has blond hair, like a lion descending from a mountain. Although there are wrinkles on his face, it cannot conceal the majesty of his superior.

"Ye Tiance, thank you again, Mr. Fan, for coming to Qinghun for advice despite his busy schedule!"

"Thank you, Mr. Fan, for bringing me the Four-pole Sword Bearing Stone!"

Everyone agreed.

None of them dared to look directly at the old man, feeling infinite awe in their hearts.

That's because Fan Lao comes from Wanjianhai!

The real holy land for sword cultivation!

Ordinary swordsmanship, a dream that is simply untouchable!

"Ye Tiance." The old man Fan raised his thick eyebrows and looked at the first sword master, "Even in the sea of ​​ten thousand swords, those who can possess the 'Tianquan' sword soul are the supreme swordsmen. So, you have laid the groundwork for so much, Don't make a joke."

"Don't worry, Mr. Fan, at least it's Yu Heng." Ye Tiance nodded solemnly.

Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Yuheng, Tianquan!

"That's fine." Mr. Fan nodded coldly, "For Ye Guying's sake, I came here to visit your young soul."

What he meant by this was: You'd better not make my trip in vain!

"Yes... I would like to ask Mr. Fan, do you know how Gu Ying's Qing Yuan is progressing?" Ye Tiance also wanted to use him to establish a relationship with Mr. Fan.

"Nine percent." Speaking of this person, a smile appeared on Lao Fan's face, and he sighed: "This child has twin dantians, and his magic power is twice that of the same level, and he can kill people beyond his level!"

"If a sword cultivator is poor in sword soul level, he can still rely on sword gangs or even 'sword rings' to make up for it, but Taoist talents such as twin dantians are extremely rare. With this talent, he is destined to be in the sea of ​​ten thousand swords. The future is bright!”

After speaking, Mr. Fan touched his nose and said to the First Sword Master: "Ye Tiance, you teach well."

"I don't dare. It's all thanks to Mr. Fan's introduction and cultivation that Gu Ying has the opportunity to realize his ambition!" Ye Tiance said with a cupped hand.

"I have to say that your Qinghun is a blessed place." said Fan Lao.

Ye Tiance smiled.

"Okay! Then I will first appreciate the heroic appearance of the Qinghun disciples, and then witness the birth of the miracle." Mr. Fan also smiled.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fan, congratulations to the First Sword Master!"

In the central area of ​​the high platform, in addition to the Venerable Master on the highest seat, there were also many guests from all over.

They are all prominent figures from nearby areas.

There are respectively——

The general manager of Lingbao Pavilion, ‘Qian Kun’, is known as Fatty Qian.

The owner of Dongxuan Island is ‘Chen Yihai’.

Another woman wearing a veil also had a high status. It was said that she was a casual cultivator who was personally invited by Ye Tiance and was named 'Yue Xian'.

Although his true appearance cannot be seen, his exquisite figure and misty temperament are already very eye-catching.

In addition to these three people, there are more than ten people, all distinguished guests!

They all gave Ye Tiance face.

With Ye Tiance here, the other Sword Masters at Jianfeng are only responsible for nodding and apologizing.

"Brother Ye, let's start!" Lingbao Pavilion Qian Kun smiled broadly.

"I heard that Qinghun talents are emerging in large numbers. Chen has been waiting to see..." Chen Yihai touched the seat and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

On the armrest of his seat, there are two small characters "Jiange" engraved on it.

The center of this high platform is obviously the area of ​​Jiange, but now it has become a guest area?

At this time, Ye Tiance faced forward and declared sternly!

"The aspiration is about to begin, and the Eight Swords will enter the scene!"

clank!

As soon as his voice rang out, clouds and mist swirled in the sky, and the sword energy roared in it.

Buzz!

A total of seven sword cultivator formations came from seven directions through the clouds.

In the clouds and mist, young sword cultivators stepped on six-foot-long broad swords, flying through the sky and clouds, and soaring into the sky with their swords!

Each square formation has one hundred and twenty sword cultivators!

One hundred and twenty sword souls, the Gang Qi breaks through the sky, different sword souls stir up different attribute powers, the wind, clouds, thunder, frost, rain and snow stir the sky!

They are all sword immortals in the eyes of mortals!

The seven sword phalanxes totaled 840 people. →

This momentum can be said to have given the First Sword Master enough face.

When Qian Kun, Chen Yihai and more than a dozen guests saw this, they all praised him repeatedly. Only Mr. Fan moved the corner of his mouth slightly and did not comment.

Whoops!

The young Qinghun Sword Cultivators ascended the Summit Mountain with their swords and gathered in front of the high platform.

Ye Tiance didn't need to say anything, they had already finished the drill, half-knelt down towards the high platform, and said loudly: "Qinghun Sword Cultivator, pay your respects to Elder Fan!"

"Get up!" Fan Lao waved his hand, quite satisfied.

Ye Tiance smiled when he saw this.

"Who is Jiang Yue?" asked Fan Lao.

"she."

Ye Tiance pointed his finger at the sword cultivator of the First Sword Peak and hit a woman.

The woman stood at the front, surrounded by a group of Sword Master disciples, blooming like a flower in the clouds.

She looked over with confidence.

When he looked at Fan Lao, he was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Not bad!" Mr. Fan nodded, squinting and smiling.

"I hope I can surprise Mr. Fan." Ye Tiance smiled, turned around and announced, "Let's start the sword discussion!"

On swords, aspiration for the throne, and the four-pole sword-carrying stone.

After completing a set of procedures, take off!

He was looking forward to it.

"There are still people who haven't arrived yet." Wu Wu whispered beside him.

"They abstained?" Ye Tiance's eyes turned cold.

"Coming."

Wu Wu pointed in one direction.

There, a total of more than a dozen people appeared.

The leader was a stunning woman in a black dress. Although she was young, she was very courageous. She led a group of people directly to the high platform!

"hehe."

Ye Tiance and Wu Wu looked at each other, then took the Sixth Sword Master 'Yao Manxue' with them and stopped them together.

Yao Manxue is a woman wearing an icy blue sword robe, with a frosty face and a strong chill. She is Yao Qingqian's sister.

"stop!"

The three of them stopped in front of everyone in Jiange.

"Zhao Xuanran, don't be so presumptuous!" Wu Wu roared, glaring at the woman in black skirt.

"Am I being presumptuous?" Zhao Xuanran's eyes were filled with frost. "You let an outsider sit on the throne of Master Qinghun, and take the face of the Qinghun ancestors and trample on them under their feet. How dare you call me presumptuous?"

"Shut up!" Ye Tiance glanced at her indifferently.

"Little brat, what do you know? This is Mr. Fan from Wanjianhai. Even if your father can still stand up, you have to bend down and salute when you see him, you know?" Yao Manxue, the Sixth Sword Master, sneered.

"If he stands up, he will first chop off the heads of you three shameless dogs!"

Zhao Xuanran clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deeply into his flesh, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Give up the position of headmaster to outsiders!

More than 800 people knelt down!

Is this still the unyielding Green Soul Sword Cultivator?

Seeing the self-righteous faces of the three people in front of them, everyone in Jiange felt angry.

This is humiliating!

The elders of the seven sword peaks all have positions.

Only the honorable seats in the Jiange Pavilion were reserved for guests.

There is a place for guests at Wending Mountain, just opposite the high platform.

How can I, a guest, sit down as host?

The Eight Swords aspires to win the championship, which has been honorable since ancient times. The Eight Swords have strengths and weaknesses, but no distinction is made between high and low.

Now, these three people are going to push Jiange to the guest seat!

"The master is unconscious and the sword master is in power. This is a joint decision of the seven sword masters. Those who cause trouble will be killed!"

After Ye Tiance finished speaking, he turned around and flicked his sleeves without looking back.

Wu Wu gave everyone in the Jiange a fierce look and said with a ferocious smile: "Don't forget what happened the day before yesterday. It's still too late to temporarily withdraw from the aspiration and disband the Jiange. Once the aspiration begins, life or death is not up to you!"

After saying that, he and the sarcastic Yao Manxue walked away together.

"Xiaoran!"

Grandpa Qin quickly grabbed the woman in black skirt, his eyes were pale, and he shook his head repeatedly.

"In today's situation, I have to bow my head! Only by holding on for a breath can Jiange continue to live for another year..."

How much unwillingness, hatred, and anger were all extinguished by this sentence like ice water.

That's right.

I have to bow my head!

If you can vent your anger, who wouldn't?

But, look back at the eight young disciples behind you!

The anger he exhales will be transformed into swords and struck at them.

They are young and hesitant. They know that they will survive a narrow escape, but they are still willing to stand here to extend the life of Jiange and leave a way home for the deceased.

Why bother hurting them?

Zhao Xuanran's clenched jade fists were suddenly released.

"good……"

She pursed her red lips, lowered her head, smiled bitterly, and her eyes became much darker.

She subconsciously reached out and touched her waist.

Unfortunately, I didn’t bring any wine today.

Thinking of wine...

I just remembered someone!

She looked back blankly.

Behind the crowd, the boy in white was looking at her. →

When their eyes met, he smiled slightly.

This relaxed, natural and calm smile suddenly seemed like sunshine shining into her gloomy heart.

In the vast world, even Qinghun, the place where evil spirits are purged, is now filled with evil spirits.

However, this young man was like a green lotus in the mud.

The white clothes are unstained, and the heart is as pure as dust.

Zhao Xuanran didn't know that many people at the First Sword Peak, the Third Sword Peak, and the Sixth Sword Peak were also eyeing the boy in white.

"This is the stupid green sword head of Jiange!"

"It is said that he is forced to become a disciple of the headmaster. How ridiculous is he? A low-grade headmaster disciple of the Light Shaking Sword Spirit?"

"Whoever runs into him in a while, just kill him, understand?"

"Want to save the crumbling Sword Pavilion? Don't you see if you are strong enough? Can you withstand the blow?"

"Hehe..."

"I heard that he stole the first place in the road to heaven from the peerless immortal of the First Sword Peak. It's better to give him to Jiang Yue to kill him personally."

The remaining Second, Fourth, Fifth, and Seventh Sword Peaks were much quieter, and some had no desires or demands.

"Let's fight now!"

Hearing this, all the disciples who participated in the challenge were beating wildly in their hearts.

The exciting battle started immediately.

On the Sword Pavilion side, Grandpa Qin also gave the eight disciples who participated in the battle a final warning.

"Remember what I said? Once on the sword fighting stage, no matter who you meet, give up the fight immediately." Grandpa Qin said.

Giving up the fight means surrendering!

"Yes." Cai Maomao, Qin Tong and others nodded, unwillingly.

"Children! In the past three years, too many children have died in the previous two competitions to fight for the dignity of the Sword Pavilion. There are only eight of you left in the Sword Pavilion. Today, Grandpa doesn't want to send off the young again..." Grandpa Qin's voice was sad.

As long as they participate in the war, the Sword Pavilion can extend its life for a year.

Whether they fight or not, they will be at the bottom, so why give up their lives?

If you give up the battle as soon as you go up, you can still survive.

"Especially you, Yun Xiao, did you hear me?" Grandpa Qin said seriously.

Yun Xiao was looking at the dazzling Four Extremes Sword Stone and didn't respond for a long time.

"Yun Xiao?" Grandpa Qin emphasized.

"Ah! Okay, okay." Yun Xiao nodded quickly, "I will definitely take them all down."

"What? I told you to give up the battle as soon as you go up." Grandpa Qin glared.

"No problem, I give up the battle every time." Yun Xiao said.

"Every time?" Cai Maomao said embarrassedly, "Junior Brother Yun, you can only give up the battle once."

"Oh, I understand!" Yun Xiao nodded.

"No, you don't seem to understand the rules very well?" Cai Maomao asked.

"I practiced swordplay all day yesterday, so I didn't have time to learn." Yun Xiao said.

"You don't need to learn too much, just give up the fight." Grandpa Qin was still nagging.

Yun Xiao saw that the challenge was about to begin, so he pulled Cai Maomao to one side and asked, "How do we fight?"

"The Eight Swords Challenge has two parts, the first is the swordplay, and the second is the challenge!" Cai Maomao said.

"What is the swordplay?" Yun Xiao asked.

"The swordplay is a single-person battle, competing for honor and rewards for individuals! At that time, more than 800 sword cultivators will fight two by two on the more than 400 sword fighting platforms." Cai Maomao said.

"Fighting two by two all the time? Until the first place is decided? That will take a long time." Yun Xiao was puzzled.

He had heard before that a swordplay only took half an hour.

"Of course not!"

Cai Maomao shook his head and said, "The sword fight is limited to half an hour! In this half hour, as long as you defeat your opponent, you can immediately go up to the other sword fighting arena where the battle has ended and continue fighting! Whoever defeats the opponent faster can start the next battle the fastest. When half an hour is up, the top 100 will be ranked according to the number of 'sword points'!"

"Sword points?"

"Yes. Sword points will be distributed in a moment. If you defeat your opponent, you can get the opponent's sword points." Cai Maomao said.

"Does everyone have the same sword points?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Of course it's different. The stronger the person, the higher the initial sword points. One sword point in the late Longquan, two sword points in the perfect Longquan, three sword points in the Dingjing, and five sword points in the Shenhai realm."

"Then I have three sword points?" Yun Xiao asked.

Although he is a perfect Longquan, to the outside world, he is the Longquan Dingjing fighting power when he defeated Wu Jianyang.

"No, you have ten sword points." Cai Maomao said.

"Why?"

"You are the sword master. You are the face of the lineage. If other sword masters defeat you, they will get extra rewards." Cai Maomao said.

"Correspondingly, my initial sword points are also higher than others. As long as I don't lose, ten sword points will be mine and counted in the final ranking?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Yes!" Cai Maomao nodded.

In short--

The time limit is half an hour.

Whoever kills all the way through will be the first in the sword debate!

"What rewards are there for this individual sword debate?"

Yun Xiao just wants to know what's useful!

"There are many. Starting from the top 100, it will..."

Cai Maomao was halfway through his words when Yun Xiao interrupted him and said with a burning look: "Brother Cai, you only need to talk about the reward for the first in the sword debate."

The rest is meaningless!

"Grandpa Qin asked you to give up the battle..."

"Say it." Yun Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"The skull of the thousand-year-old demon king! Twenty Longquan pills!" Cai Maomao said excitedly.

"Is it another increase?"

Yun Xiao knew it by looking at his expression.

This again?

Don't learn from it!

"......Yes!"

Cai Maomao smiled bitterly.

Thousand-year Demon King?

Yun Xiao still understood what it meant.

It is said that there is only one Thousand-year Demon King in the entire Northern Wilderness. It is said that it was the one who brought tens of thousands of demons and forced the head of Qinghun to break his sword three years ago!

Among the demons, the emperor!

Thousand years of cultivation!

The skull of the Demon King who ranked first in sword fighting, although not the current Demon King, may also be his ancestor.

"This is the best public treasure in Qinghun, more valuable than the Divine Sea Pill." Cai Maomao shrugged.

"I understand."

Such a big deal?

Who is it for?

I understand!

What was taken out this time was not anyone's personal property, but the public property of the entire Qinghun!

"Eight Swordsmen compete for the throne, today we compete for treasures, tomorrow we compete for honors!" Cai Maomao sighed.

The sword fight is for oneself.

The championship is for the sword peak!

"How to compete for the championship?" Yun Xiao asked casually.

"Team fight." Cai Maomao stuck out his tongue, a little scared.

"How to team fight?"

"One lineage against another lineage!" Cai Maomao said.

"???"

Yun Xiao looked at the Sword Pavilion, then at the other Sword Peaks, and asked dumbly: "Eight people against 120 people?"

"No." Cai Maomao shook his head.

Yun Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are alone, fighting against 120 people. And they are the top 120 disciples of a Sword Peak." Cai Maomao added.

"Fuck! Why?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Because the seven of us gave up the sword fight to save our lives, and we will definitely not participate in the challenge. The sword fight can save some face, but the challenge is pure death. If we participate in the sword fight, the Sword Pavilion will be saved, and we don't need to come tomorrow!" Cai Maomao said.

"Okay!" Yun Xiao gritted his teeth, "What kind of honor do you want to fight for the top?"

"The ranking of the sword peaks determines the weight of the resources enjoyed by the major sword veins in the next year. The higher the ranking, the priority of all cultivation resources such as elixirs, monster bones, armor, sword techniques, etc. So, this is actually fighting for yourself." Cai Maomao felt a little regretful.

"Anything else?"

"And the most important thing!" Cai Maomao's eyes were hot.

"What?"

"The Green Soul Cauldron."

"What is it?"

"Look, it's over there!"

Cai Maomao pointed to the side of the Four Extremes Sword Carrying Stone, where there was a giant green cauldron. It stood in the center of the Top Mountain, ancient and heavy, and many people looked at it with solemn eyes.

"It's a good thing! What does it do?" Yun Xiao asked.

"The Green Soul Cauldron is the first divine object of the Green Soul Sword Sect, a top magic weapon! It has the effect of gathering spiritual energy. No matter which sword vein it is placed in, the spiritual energy of that sword vein will be several times that of other sword veins!" Cai Maomao said enviously.

"It rotates once a year. Whoever wins the first place in the sword peak will get the Qinghun Ding?" Yun Xiao narrowed his eyes.

"Yes!" Cai Maomao sighed deeply and shook his head, "Didn't I tell you before that Qinghun is an alliance of eight major forces? In fact, this Qinghun Ding was originally a private property of my sword pavilion, and later it was shared by the whole sect. Three years ago, for a hundred years, it was in front of Haoran Palace."

And in the past three years, it has belonged to the first sword peak!

From this point, we can actually know why Ye Tiance and his gang have such ambitions.

"Okay, I understand." Yun Xiao nodded, and there was already a storm in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Yun, you can try the sword contest. If you get a place, it will be useful for your practice, but I advise you not to participate in the championship." Cai Maomao gritted his teeth.

"Reason."

"Last year, Senior Sister Zhao won the sword contest, but she was not convinced and joined the contest for the championship."

"Lost?"

"One person against 120, how can a talented person win?" Cai Maomao took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "Moreover, the contest for the championship is a two-to-two elimination system, and the first match is last year's first against the eighth. If we participate in the stable competition, we have to fight the strongest first sword peak in the first match."

"Is she injured?" Yun Xiao looked at the black-dressed woman in front of him.

"Injured, after recuperating for half a year, she has a lot of illnesses." Cai Maomao said with pity.

Yun Xiao knew.

She has many sword marks on her body.

Yun Xiao has never seen a woman with so many scars on her body.

"Distribute sword points!" Cai Maomao suddenly said.

Sword points are a small magic of the immortal way, forming light points that surround the body like fireflies.

Cai Maomao, one sword point.

Yun Xiao, ten!

At the same time, Yun Xiao got the first sword fighting platform number for the sword contest.

"I'm number three. What about you?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Idiot." Cai Maomao said confidently.

"Then I'm far away from you. Remember to give up the battle." Yun Xiao said.

Too far.

If he doesn't give up the battle, Yun Xiao can't help him.

"I value my life, do you need me to say that?" Cai Maomao rolled his eyes, "Those bastards will definitely try to provoke me and humiliate me with words, and force me to fight them, but I want to live!"

At the end, there was sadness in his eyes.

He was not afraid of death.

He was just afraid that his brother's soul would not be able to find his home when he returned.

Wow!

At this moment, there was a commotion on Wending Mountain.

"Jiang Yue, thirty sword points?"

"She is not the sword master, why is she given such a large initial value? Isn't it unfair?"

"I heard that it was decided by the seven great sword masters."

"The higher the sword points, the more hatred it attracts. Defeating her is equivalent to defeating thirty late-stage Longquan!"

"The question is, who dares? Qinghun has only one rookie in the sword pavilion!"

"That's right."

"Forget it, let's not compete with a perverted genius like Jiang Yue."

In the crowd, Jiang Yue is like an emperor among geniuses!

Thirty star points surround her body, shining brightly, and all the eyes of Wendingshan fall on her with envy.

"I am a fairy talent, who can compete with me?"

Her eyes are like frost, and she smiles confidently, proud of this moment.

"The sword fight begins! Everyone, step onto the sword fighting stage!"

Ye Tiance announced loudly.

The voice is full of expectations.

Everyone has an initial sword fighting stage number.

Yun Xiao, sword fighting stage number three!

After defeating the first initial opponent, you can go on stage to fight others at will.

Sword-grabbing point!

Until the half-hour time limit is over!

This rule can be said to be very fierce.

The blood of the crowd is boiling.

Thumb thump!

More than 800 people stepped onto more than 400 sword-fighting platforms.

Cai Maomao's position was far away from Yun Xiao.

He ran for a long time and finally found the position and jumped up.

Suddenly!

A cold gaze fell on him.

Cai Maomao felt like he was falling into an ice cave.

"Are you a disciple of the Sword Pavilion?" A woman's cold voice sounded.

She judged it by Cai Maomao's sword robe.

Cai Maomao raised his head with difficulty.

In front of him was a girl with sword points surrounding her body and frost surging all over her body.

"Jiang Yue?!"

Cai Maomao trembled all over.

At this moment, Ye Tiance announced that the sword fight had begun!

Cai Maomao was immediately shocked and quickly raised his hand and stepped back, shouting: "I surrender! I give up the fight!"

Shouting this sentence meant that Jiang Yue had obtained his sword points and could start killing people.

Cai Maomao also breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back.

At this moment!

Jiang Yue's eyes turned cold.

"The dog of the Sword Pavilion must die!"

Ding!

A cold sword spirit of the Divine Sea Realm shot over and turned into a flying sword.

"You violated..."

Cai Maomao's face changed drastically, and his face turned purple with anger.

He surrendered!

The other party cannot attack!

But what can he do if he is angry?

Jiang Yue's sword spirit has already pointed at his throat.

This is going to kill him!

Cai Maomao was frightened and tried his best to dodge!

Puff!

The Ice Moon Sword Spirit passed over his shoulder.

Blood splattered!

Cai Maomao screamed and rolled off the sword fighting stage.

His right arm was almost broken, blood was flowing wildly, and the ice power froze upwards, and his entire arm was almost useless!

Cai Maomao's eyes were blazing, and he glared at Jiang Yue: "I have given up the fight, but you violated the rules and attacked!"

"The rules say you can't kill people, but they don't say you can't kill dogs." Jiang Yue sneered, flew off the sword fighting stage, and came towards him!

Cai Maomao looked around.

Several elders in charge of maintenance hugged their arms and looked up at the sky.

"You!"

Cai Maomao's face turned pale!

He was going to die!

"Brother..."

He was desperate.

He wanted to live until his brother came home!

"Brother!"

Cai Maomao was crying.

At this moment!

The No. 3 sword fighting arena!

"Your Senior Brother Cai is facing Jiang Yue, he is going to be killed!" Lan Xing suddenly said in his arms.

At that moment, Yun Xiao's eyes turned red!

He was very calm when he was appointed as the headmaster.

But after coming to Qinghun, the enthusiasm and straightforwardness of this Senior Brother Cai made his cold heart warm.

Friends!

How many friends can one have in life!

Yun Xiao's eyes burst with murderous intent!

"Yun Xiao, this time, I, 'Wu Jianyang', will definitely trample you under my feet!"

The son of the third sword master stood opposite Yun Xiao.

After he went back, he used a lot of elixirs to heal his wounds. The third sword master did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to let him repair his sword spirit and improve his sword energy, so that he could stand in front of Yun Xiao again to avenge his shame!

What he was waiting for was this moment!

"You are dead, haha..."

Wu Jianyang was still grinning, and suddenly a green light flashed in front of his eyes.

Bang!

His head exploded directly, turning into a blood mist.

Bang!

His body fell straight down, blood splattered everywhere.

Buzz!

"Jiang Yue——!"

Yun Xiao's eyes surged with thunder and fury!

He soared up on his sword, crossed a Wending Mountain, and rushed forward!

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