The Lord who use immortals as food

Everyone recognizes the indifferent Taoist robe.

A little cinnabar, a long sword, he is still so unbreakable. Everyone remembers how he walked on the sword stage at the Nanguo Martial Arts Association a few months ago and made every opponent despair. However, when the name was most enthusiastically spread in Shenjing, he entered the sword academy and never appeared again. Show up.

Today, he still has such a demeanor like a guest from the fairy mountain, Qingwei Lei method, and Tai Chi sword power. No one thinks that Xuanmen, which has been suppressed by the law of the same world, can be competed by Ba Sheng unless this person is named Yan Feiqing.

Hefu is ranked ninth, and is originally the top pulse realm in the world.

But almost no one recognized the young man who walked out later.

It was a very strange face and a very strange figure. Only a few people recognized him.

"Is that Pei Ye?"

There was a soft murmur on the Luhua stage, but no one answered. Of course, all the Imperial College students recognized him, and the next moment many of them almost thought in disbelief of the purpose of his appearance here.

——"I said we should build the Taiping Cao Gang. It won't survive the tenth day."

The slim figure lying lazily on the railing on the maple stage also straightened up, looked at the lake and said softly: "Yan Feiqing"

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"That's Yan Feiqing." She looked back at Changsun Jue with bright eyes, "I told you, one of the most talented swordsmen in the contemporary era. You saw that the sword strike just now was completely natural and perfect. Looking at the entire Shenjing, you can only see such a flawless sword in the hands of Yan Feiqing! "

However, Changsun Jue did not reply. He leaned on the railing and murmured: "Pei Ye."

"What Pei Ye?" Cui Zhaoye frowned, "Did you really let people drink ecstasy?"

"That person is Pei Ye!" Changsun Jue pointed with bright eyes, "It's the one I told you about, the one behind Yan Feiqing!"

Cui Zhaoye raised his eyebrows and turned to look.

The entire South Bank was indeed in a slight uproar after a moment of silence.

Everything is done in just one breath.

The bustling tower, the white-robed grandmaster flying down, and the majestic Taiping Cao Gang, this prosperity came to an abrupt end in an instant.

The air-conditioning on the rainy night was so cold that it forced everyone's eyes. This was not an act. The handsome second leader of the Taiping Cao Gang was killed unexpectedly before everyone. From the moment he received the first thunderbolt, he quickly slipped into death without any chance to resist.

The rising momentum of the Taiping Cao Gang stopped at this moment. The young man on the lake stepped forward, and on the Feijing Tower, several figures slowly stood up.

Behind Qiu Tianyu, the three hall masters and seven or eight helmsmen all held weapons.

A strong and tall figure also stood up from the top of the building. Before he performed this action, people had never even noticed that there was a young, shirtless man sitting in the darkness on the top of Feijing Building.

The three dragon heads, [Tianxinke] Ji Xionghu. If Si Lianwen ascended to the top position by virtue of his qualifications and calculations, Ji Xionghu only relied on one thing: fighting.

Since he joined Taiping Cao six years ago, this fierce man has never stopped punching his fists. From a pawn to a leader, from a leader to a helmsman, he was promoted to the leading position with his iron fists. In recent years, Qiu Tianyu has almost stopped taking action, but Taiping Cao has never lost its bloody business, nor has it lost the slightest deterrence. It is precisely because of this third leader who makes the Shenjing gang fearful.

Some people say that he has half of the blood of the deserted people flowing in his body, and he can kill three lives of people with his bare hands without using his true energy; some people say that he was born half evil, so he tore off his limbs, gouged out his heart and lungs, leaving almost no intact corpses. No matter what he said, the bloody path he took was very real. Many so-called disciples of the famous sect were just another corpse in front of him.

Now he was the first one to jump down, which instantly made countless people think that he and Si Lianwen were in two different realms.

The terrifying speed caused the rain curtain to suddenly explode into a hole, and the person was naked in the cold rain. Under the condensed Zhenxuan, every inch of his hands and forearms were dyed iron color. Then a lava-like network cracked on it, like an iron furnace heated to red within two breaths, and the rain hitting it stirred up a sizzling white mist.

[Forging Soldiers], Ji Xionghu had no sword or sword, and for two years until Taiping Cao, he fought with his bare hands. On the day he stepped into Xuanmen, Da Longtou found this Xuanshu for him.

The three lobby masters followed closely behind, each drawing a sword. It would take more than seven lifetimes to be able to walk on the lake like a flat ground. At this time, the more than ten figures flying to the top of the building were all famous people in Taiping Cao.

Xie Chuantang said that the entire Taiping Cao Gang was here. Now this behemoth has indeed revealed its terrifying figure after a tooth was suddenly pulled out.

It really takes two Xuanmen and five hundred soldiers to pacify it.

"Then it seems that he is really a student of the Sword Academy." Cui Zhaoye looked at the lake and said, "Otherwise, there would be no way to know Yan Feiqing. This Xuanmen is very strong, and Yan Feiqing is going to use the sword again. Look, it must be again That’s perfect.”

“Isn’t perfection good enough?”

"I can't tell you, such a perfect sword is very fascinating. I know that Qingwei Taoism may not produce a Yan Feiqing in a hundred years." Cui Zhaoye looked at the lake in the distance, "But if a person always uses Don’t you think such a perfect sword looks like a rubbing machine?”

"How come?"

".never mind."

"Then why don't you take a look at Pei Ye." Changsun Jue hesitated and suggested, "He might be very powerful."

Cui Zhaoye smiled helplessly: "Let me see what he can do -"

Yet she could actually see.

A master in black robes like Ji Xionghu came through the air, followed by seven or eight cultivators of the upper second realm. But it was not Yan Feiqing who came forward.

The Taoist with a scarlet forehead closed his eyes quietly and gathered his sword, while the young man stepped forward.

Ji Xionghu's eyes were red, and fierce smoke rose from his arms, like a fire demon, while the young man was very cold from his face to his body. Ji Xionghu locked his eyes on him, and his body shot out with a punch. The overwhelming power not only blew up the rain curtain in an instant, but also forced open the boy's forehead hair and clothes.

Changsun Jue suddenly understood what Cui Zhaoye meant by "choice".

A perfect and natural swordsman like Yan Feiqing really would not use such a sword move.

Facing such a punch that was enough to break his skull, Pei Ye did not use [Eat Leaves], [Jade Old], [Cloud Cold], or any sword style to resolve or defend.

He suddenly burst out with a decisive [Avalanche]!

Two forces that were enough to tear him apart suddenly collided and exploded, and the prestige was more than double that of Ji Xionghu's simple attack.

This was a nearly suicidal sword, of course, his own sword style was instantly destroyed, and then in such a violent and frenzied torrent, the sword that should have been out of control actually cut a graceful arc according to his mind.

It was incredible like shaking a thin line straight in the wind.

Then the boy let go of the out-of-control sword, and his body disappeared in an instant like a thin line that slipped out of his hand in the wind.

It seemed that it was not him who was holding the sword, but the sword that was tied to his body.

The sword of [Floating Back to the Wind], naturally, the stronger the wind, the faster the leaves. And some swordsmen will not be torn apart no matter how violent the wind is.

In an instant, the two of them almost passed each other cheek to cheek, and Ji Xionghu only had time to deflect his pupils.

The young man's face was still cold and calm. Such a life-or-death moment seemed to be commonplace. Then he opened his fingers while flying, and there was nothing in his hand, but a sword made of rain fell into his palm.

It was unimaginable to control the out-of-body true qi, and what was even more unimaginable was that the sword intent was really condensed in the rain!

Just as Ji Xionghu was unable to react, the head of the Nantang Hall, "Nanheng" Cao Yu, who was following behind him, was also unexpected for such a sudden change.

This 30-year-old head of the hall was the brightest pillar of the Taiping Cao Gang. After breaking through the Eight Lives a few days ago, he replaced the old head of the hall and succeeded the position of "Nanheng". In terms of fighting experience, he was indeed not outstanding.

Now he just drew his sword.

The young man staggered three steps, his body was like a disabled person, and the rain sword in his hand touched the horizontal sword.

In an instant, the rain sword exploded completely, and what flew out were not water droplets, but sharp sword pieces, cutting neat slits on Cao Yu's clothes, but a more powerful force had already been applied to his sword.

The arm shook and the sword collapsed, and the true energy blockade of Ba Sheng was still as powerful as ever. Cao Yu felt that he was hit head-on by a thousand pounds of gravity, and his body was completely out of control.

The weak and powerless boy opposite looked at him coldly and opened his lips gently: "Carry a new corpse."

The [Mountain Feather] flying in the rain seemed to have really turned into a spiritual blue bird, and the green light flashed very lightly and quickly, like the fine and smooth light on the grass, and there was a scarlet blood line on Cao Yu's neck.

Then the blue bird fell into the boy's hand and tied him again.

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On the Maple Shadow Stage, Cui Zhaoye stared at the center of the lake motionlessly. The swords he had seen in the Sword Training Academy a few days ago flashed through his mind: Zhang Chao, Wen Li, Ning Shuhong, Wang Shousi, Wen Zheng, Han Xiuben, Chu Shuiting, and even Zuoqiu Longhua and Yang Zhenbing. Suddenly, they were all covered with a layer of gray.

Changsun Jue didn't understand how this scene happened at all. He was a little worried about the acquaintance. He frowned and turned his head to ask for help from the girl next to him, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed first.

"What's his name?" Cui Zhaoye looked at her in a daze.

".Pei Ye." Changsun Jue looked at her blankly, and the expression of this close friend was a little confused.

".Changsun." Cui Zhaoye said softly.

"Hmm?"

"How can there be such a swordsman in this world?"