The Lord who use immortals as food

The banquet hall was filled with astonished voices. For the first time, someone broke his sword and took two steps forward in front of He Jiu.

Although this was a casual challenge from He Jiu, he had to defeat the sword first to get the promised reward.

Although the Taoist leader of Shen Xiao was not here at this moment, her descendants had brought the aura of "high above the heavens, millions of miles away from the earth".

There were many young swordsmen who showed their swords in front of the guests tonight, and each of them had won the reputation they needed. Names like "Chu Shuiting" and "Chen Quan" will begin to circulate among the upper class of the Tang Dynasty tomorrow... and this girl, with this sword, is enough to firmly rank among the top two.

Only Jiang Yin'er herself did not fluctuate.

She pursed her lips and stared at the opponent in front of her. From the moment she stepped here, what she wanted was not to use a stunning sword, but to really penetrate this "Seven-Step Sword Control".

The girl never had the certainty of winning.

Even though she had watched He Ju's sword strikes several times and had made her own plans and preparations, only when she really stood here could she feel the suffocating pressure.

The young man with a sword on his back looked at her with a smile, and she also felt the gazes from above, so the sword in her hand was inevitably heavier than usual.

After four sword fights, she couldn't help but loosen her numb hands, and the feedback from the sword was always strange and unfamiliar.

The person in front of her had a completely different understanding of the sword from all the opponents she had sparred with. The terrifying intuition, the ghostly jump... combined together, it was so ethereal.

She didn't want to use the sword of will at all. She believed that the gap between her and the opponent would only get bigger at higher levels of swordsmanship, but the opponent used the [Heavenly Observation] first.

When she landed on the sixth step, the situation had exceeded her expectations.

"Seven-step Sword Control" is a bracelet.

When Jiang Yin'er took off her mask, she thought about this matter clearly.

It is difficult for people to beat Senior He in such a game of swordplay. It does not depend on the win or loss of a certain move, nor does it mean that you can win step by step as long as you can keep taking out more powerful sword moves... because Senior He's sword is not stronger as time goes by.

It just keeps looking back.

Back to the first sword.

When the two swords first intersected, he saw your sword, and an origin was created. Every subsequent fight is an extension of it, and when you finally step into the fog and can't see where you are ahead... you will suddenly find that you have returned to the starting point.

And the first sword that was swung was originally aimed at the present self.

That was Jianye's suppression. Because you can't see the sword after seven steps, you can only see one-third, half, or more than half of this bracelet... In short, it doesn't make any difference.

Senior He will choose to complete this bracelet with the third sword, the fifth sword, or the seventh sword... It doesn't make any difference.

The foreshadowing left by the first sword will only be revealed after entering the fog.

And what Jiang Yin'er knows is that she has stepped into this fog now.

As for the swordplay itself, she was already proud enough. She was four or five years younger than Chen Quanning Chaolie and seven or eight years younger than Chu Shuiting, but she stood in the front row of them. Although the number of steps could not represent the strength, it certainly reflected the talent and understanding of swordplay.

But for the victory, it was about to come to an end.

Above six steps, it was still a vast world for He Ju, but the girl could not see her fingers when she stretched out her hand.

A bright sword light broke out in the mist, and He Ju's faint smile was behind the sword light. He should have won the victory with this sword, but the girl could not see and could not know how he did it.

Jiang Yin'er pursed her lips and looked at it. Her hands were indeed a little stiff, as if she had returned to the "ignorant" feeling when she first held the sword.

...

The atmosphere was frozen like a freezing point.

Lu Xiu's eyes fell down and stopped on the boy.

The boy looked up at her.

"Pei, Ye?" Lu Xiu said in a light voice, and his voice was obviously a little colder.

She had not been offended like this for a long time, and the sudden anger had almost disappeared from her memory.

"Pei Ye" was not a strange name to Lu Xiu. Whether in the Sword Training Academy, by Cui Zhaoye's side, or from some other news... she roughly sensed that this name was wandering on the edge of the powerful and noble recently, and was very active.

There were many such names every year, and there were more than ten of them seen at each Huanlou Banquet.

They were certainly not in her eyes, but since she was here, Lu Xiu had no objection. There were always high and low in a banquet, and people who struggled to climb up were everywhere, just like insects and ants climbing up the tree.

So when such a named insect ant said the eight words just now, the atmosphere was absolutely silent at the first time.

Lu Xiu looked at the mask quietly, chuckled for the third breath, and said calmly: "You will pay the price of your life for these eight words today."

This is the most solemn verdict. Of course, the daughter of the Lu family would never fight with a man of the world. She has never even thought about it.

Because one sentence is often enough.

The five surnames are the masters of the Tang Dynasty.

Only those who have really traveled in the capital and wasted years in Fengchi will truly understand the weight of this sentence.

Among the vast number of scholars and warriors, who is not holding the corners of the clothes of the five surnames? As long as you climb up the Tang Dynasty, how can you bypass them? Today's reckless words will bring you a lifetime of failure.

Xu Menglang looked at the young man beside him almost suffocatingly, almost seeing him traveling with white hair and accomplishing nothing... and Lu Xiu moved his eyes away and moved to him.

The hand still handed down the paper.

Pei Ye didn't speak at this time, nor did he stop him. While the man looked at him, he also looked at the man quietly.

Xu Menglang looked up at the woman blankly. In the depressing and uneasy atmosphere, his confusion and panic were almost visible to the naked eye. He raised his hand, as if he was subconsciously about to take the paper, but he pursed his lips and said: "Pei, Mr. Pei, he said it unintentionally..."

Pei Ye was slightly startled, and Lu Xiu's expression also paused for a moment, then turned into the freezing cold, then stopped and left.

Xu Menglang froze in place, his mind in chaos, the panic of falling, and the unreal feeling that he had been trying to disappear for several years simultaneously gripped his heart.

He looked at the young man with a pale face, his eyebrows were trimmed and his eyes were twitching, and his slightly messy locks of hair were hanging down.

Pei Ye raised a bottle of wine to him without saying a word.

After a long time, Xu Menglang lowered his head and poured himself a glass with trembling fingers. When he lifted it up, a lot of it was already spilled, but he still touched it lightly, and with the sound of gold and jade, the two of them drank the glass of wine.

"...I came from the dust, and I will return to the dust. There is nothing wrong with it." The man smiled lowly, his throat trembling slightly, and looked at him, "But if you say this, no matter what you get in today's sword test, I’m afraid the results are all useless.”

"Didn't we just say that poetry and swords are not for them to see in the first place." Pei Ye's eyes were quiet and bright, "Brother Xu, there is no need for 'writing, swordsmanship, and military service.' Your character is better than any guard commander I have ever seen. A hundred times stronger."

He pressed the mask and stood up with his sword. Xu Menglang was stunned: "...where are you going?"

"Isn't it my turn?" Pei Ye smiled, "I'm going to report to you first - since I've written poems, I can read them when I miss them, so why bother who they are."

"..."

The young man smiled and left. The sword wrapped in cloth knocked against the edge of the case twice - it had never been seen since entering the building.

…

Jiang Yin'er put all her energy into the sword in her hand, and her body was tense to the extreme.

He Jiu's bright sword light was already in front of his eyes.

In the eyes of everyone who knows swords, she will be defeated by this sword - in the same way as the others before her, if she loses the sword field, she will also lose the ability to fight. "Seven Steps of Sword Control" is like this. You are in the circle created by it, and all its moves are naturally covered by it, but its moves are outside your field of vision. How can you win? ?

"Within seven steps, my sword is invincible", which is actually the principle that the strong will always be strong. Unless you really have a higher sword field and a sharper sword sense than the Little Sword Immortal... But in these two things, how can the sword testers surpass the previous generation Tianbi?

Chen Quan just answered within the question.

It's just... this girl seems to have a better answer!

The sound of shock spread throughout the whole place in an instant. The sword energy stirred up her forehead, and the girl's pure face became calmer. He Jiu's sword was precisely placed one foot and three inches above her sword. It was the gap left by the previous sword. The girl The sword seemed to be about to fall off her wrist, but in this shock, she flipped her wrist, and He Jiu's sword unexpectedly resonated with the same uncontrollable resonance!

...That was the first sword she buried.

Before He Jiu could win, the girl actually completed her "Six Steps of Sword Control"!

There is no need to marvel at the amazing talent and beauty in this, because the most sensitive swordsman has already noticed at the first moment that the moment this smaller bracelet is completed, more exciting possibilities emerge!

Of course, this does not mean that you can win by taking the first step. The girl used this extremely clever method to withstand the sixth move that was bound to be defeated. However, her bracelet is still a circle smaller than that of He Jiu, and the "six-step sword control" is still within the "seven-step sword control". "Step Sword Control", she still had to face the seventh step.

But it is at this moment that the truly amazing aspect of this treatment is revealed to the viewer.

There is no "seventh step", only a second "first step".

Of course, completing the return to the First Sword first will not win you victory, because the starting point you return to is the place where He Jiu laid the foreshadowing, and it was buried better and deeper than you.

But...it forced the battlefield back to the first form.

Jiang Yin'er took the initiative to start a war.

Then the "Seventh Form" hidden in the mist disappeared, and the thousands of elusive possibilities collapsed into one.

The girl couldn't see his next sword clearly, so she didn't need to see it clearly at this time. In the sixth step, they immediately returned to the first sword, and in the seventh step, they could only start with this sword.

Everyone was amazed by the girl's spirituality with the sword, but everyone also knew that this did not mean victory.

You just... just got a chance to face He Jiu's sword directly.

In front, He Jiu would take three steps, four steps, five steps back... It didn't matter, it was his active choice, it just delayed the victory a little.

But now this is the last step. If he chooses not to retreat...can you break this sword head-on and force him to take a step back?

Even if this sword has already appeared.

He Jiu's lips pursed for the first time, the smile disappeared from his face, and his eyes sunk, slanting into a sharp shape.

Jiang Yin'er is more focused than ever. This may be the first real challenge she faces when she comes down the mountain... It may be a little too harsh, but the girl does it with all her heart and seriousness, and besides Besides victory, she has a more important purpose in mind.

[Illuminating God] lost control for a moment, and was controlled by the girl a moment earlier. He Jiu's seventh sword had already appeared, and it was indeed a truly violent sword power - He Jiu would never have done this in many previous scenes. A sword.

【铩 feather】

The wind is old and the frost is heavy, the wings are withered... a straight cold sword with murderous intent!

Since you want to take it, then come and take it!

…

Pei Ye lowered his head and put the sword on his knees, unraveling the strips one by one, and the slender and beautiful sword body appeared in front of him.

The young man had no expression on his face. Everyone in the banquet hall cast their eyes on the flying sword shadows in the middle. Pei Ye looked quietly at the stage surrounded by Zen incense.

In the eyes of the three, everything on the field was indeed just a game. He heard the girl's inquiry just now and saw her difficult battle. He was a little curious about her identity and purpose.

"It seems to be Pei Shaoxia's sister." Cui Zhaoye beside him whispered seriously.

"..." Pei Ye was slightly startled and slowly mobilized his tendons, veins, muscles and bones.

Cui Zhaoye held his chin and looked at him, his beautiful eyes slightly frowned: "Young Master Pei, we came to Huanlou together, but you were not with me half of the time. You also said that I should take you with me."

"What, what sister?"

"That Jiang Yin'er, the unique disciple of Master Ying, the leader of Shenxiao Dao." Cui Zhaoye tilted his head and said, "She has beautiful eyes. When she came to find me, she asked obediently: 'Miss Cui, why didn't you see Brother Pei Ye'."

"'Brother' Oh." She emphasized in a low voice.

"..."

Pei Ye paused in his sword-preparing action, staring at Cui Zhaoye in a daze. This information came very suddenly, and he didn't know how to react for a while, but he had a strange feeling in his heart... He subconsciously turned his head to look at the sword field, and his heart was lifted up for a while.

...

Jiang Yin'er stood on a branch in the storm like a young bird.

This sword was so bloody and came straight at her. If she chose to lift the curtain, she would have to face such naked power.

The girl had already clenched her teeth silently, her eyes fixed on the sword. She did not waste the advantage she had gained in the previous step. Before the sword appeared, her strength and true energy had already accumulated in the sword.

The two people's swordsmanship confronted each other head-on.

——Breaking He Jiu's attacking sword.

At this moment, Jiang Yin'er showed her absolute respect for this game of swordplay, and also paid tribute to the "ancient sage". She never used the advantage of the first move to use a powerful and unexpected sword of will. That might win, but it was definitely not "swordplay". Using will against will and clumsiness against clumsiness is the principle of swordplay.

The girl believed that she had come to Senior He's seventh step by taking advantage of tricks, so she naturally had to try her best to take on this sword head-on.

[Jinghong]

The girl did not choose "guard", but chose the more impeccable "break". The wind blade and frost sword came, and the shadow of Jinghong left. Will you break my sword, or will I pass through the gap of your violent sword and break it with one sword?

The sword sense at this moment was like a divine presence... Jiang Yin'er saw it.

"Any sword attack will have a gap." This sentence is not in the book, but the master told her.

Even in Senior He's sword attack, there is a place where Fengshuang temporarily neglected!

[Jinghong]... I must catch it!

The girl's eyes were extremely bright at this moment. He Jiu's sword was fast, and her sword was faster; He Jiu's sword was straight, and her sword was straighter... The timing was just right. This was almost the most satisfying sword she had ever used!

... But the next moment Jinghong missed.

Fengshuang suddenly stopped in an incredibly graceful manner. The straight and violent sword force was like a spring breeze in an instant, brushing over the girl's sword, sleeves, and hair hanging on her cheeks. She froze in the air with her sword, and He Jiu's sword was so late that it just hit her sword.

The strength in her hand had already been deflected due to the missed attack. Jiang Yin'er stumbled a step in astonishment and was caught off guard. The sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. She retracted her hand and pressed her numb forearm blankly.

She looked up at the man in front of her in a daze. He was gracefully making a sword flower, raised his hand and smiled faintly and drank a sip of wine.

The banquet hall was silent.

Jiang Yin'er's heart was also cold.

... [Ji Yu], she recognized this sword.

Birds fold their wings and stop flying, just like the wind and frost disappearing. Senior He's sword skills are unquestionable for being able to control such a smooth flow of sword momentum.

But... how could he do this?

"Seven-step sword control" means seven moves, right?

Everyone has been fighting under this default rule to play a wonderful chess sword. She also took these four words as her goal. At the last moment, she clearly saw her victory... but Senior He made the eighth move.

He jumped out of the "Seven-Step Sword Control", with clever, ghostly, and unreasonable changes, and his powerful swordsmanship talent was suddenly revealed. The girl who was still staring at the "bracelet" was naturally crushed by surprise.

Jiang Yin'er was surprised and angry, and it was inevitable that she felt a little wronged-if you said you didn't want to play "Seven-Step Sword Control", then we played normally at the beginning, how could it be like this suddenly?

But at this time she didn't know how to say it, because putting aside everything, the opponent's sword was better than hers... He just didn't respect her.

It was indeed not "Seven-Step Sword Control", but she did not take the seventh step.

The girl lowered her head in silence, and [Zhaoshen] fell at her feet. At this time, she probably understood... because she said "Can you take off your Buddha face".

——Maybe the little sword fairy in the Yufeng years would admit defeat, but He Ju of Huanlou would not.

Jiang Yin'er silently lowered her head to pick up her sword, stood up and pursed her lips. She could feel the gazes from above, and He Ju was standing in front of these gazes. Xiu Jun's figure seemed insurmountable.

The sixteen-year-old girl tried to suppress her emotions, lowered her head and prepared to perform a sword salute.

But at this moment, she heard a clear and cold voice behind her.

It sounded behind her, but it was heading in front of her... It was heading towards He Ju who was standing in front of her with a sword, making the girl feel an inexplicable support in this strange place.

"Hey." The boy said coldly, "Are you good at using a sword?"