The Lord who use immortals as food

Not only Jiang Yin'er was stunned, but everyone's eyes were actually attracted for a moment.

The young man in green costume and mask, holding a majestic and beautiful long sword, walked forward step by step, raised his hand to take off the mask, revealing an almost unfamiliar... but very young face.

There was no room for misunderstanding, just now he looked at this previous generation sword fairy who surpassed everyone and asked, "Are you good at using a sword?"

Of course, there was a moment of silence on the scene. He Jiu tilted his head, put down the wine pot and made a sword flower, and smiled lazily: "Who are you? Do you want to perform sword skills with me?"

Without answering, the young man raised his hand and a bright sword light.

The green costume passed by, and the almost piercing sword whistle rose to the sky in an instant. Jiang Yin'er's eyes narrowed, and her hair was flying, and the sword light whistled past her side. The next moment, the sharp clanging of metal and iron resounded throughout the banquet hall.

The young man's sword was for slashing, and He Ju's sword was for sealing. The two swords seemed to be cast together, and the lights were dimmed for a moment.

The pause at this moment was actually only half a breath, but in an instant, it spread throughout the whole place... It was already dead silence.

There was no "Seven-step Sword Control".

Everyone who knows swords has seen it.

Only in the first sword they met... You can say that he crushed this trick with one sword, or you can say that He Ju instantly sensed that he couldn't use this kind of hidden sword to deal with him... In short, the so-called bracelet was broken with one sword, and the cloud pattern appeared on He Ju's sword in an instant!

There was no test question, and he was facing He Ju himself!

"...Who is this person?!"

In fact, not everyone was completely unfamiliar with this figure.

Chu Shuiting from the Sword Academy, Xu Menglang who was still sitting in the corner in a daze, Cui Zhaoye whose eyes were brighter at this time in the bright candlelight... And even in addition to these people, some people who pay attention to the rivers and lakes of Shenjing have either heard about the destruction of the Taiping Cao Gang overnight, or read the sword review in "Chang'an Sword Affairs". Some others had seen the guest list tonight, especially the ladies, who loved to gather together to guess the mask, and as long as they counted a few pairs, it would be easy to put this name and that mask together.

But almost no one had seen his sword.

"Guest Pei Ye, seventeen years old, casual cultivator, swordsman."

This brief record alone would not attract anyone's attention.

As Lu Xiu knew, every time there were a few talented but unborn people who came to Huanlou, they would stay on the edge of the banquet and only try their best when testing swords and writing poems, which was indeed refreshing.

And this time, even for someone like Chu Shuiting who knew that he was a first-class talent in the sword training academy, it was too shocking.

"…Pei Ye." The man was stunned for a moment, then turned to Ning Chaolie who blurted out the answer. The Taoist master was almost out of control, "We are from the Sword Academy, and we have Yun Lang's recommendation book."

Chen Quan's snake-like drooping eyes shot out a brilliant light at this time, and the gaze of the person on the high platform seemed to be more focused.

He Ju's eyes were suddenly filled with surprise, and the smell of alcohol was almost swept away from him. He seemed to hear the whispers of the audience and smiled, "Pei Ye, right? Take the sword!"

The two of them chose to lean their swords at the same time - He Ju leaned down to the west for half a minute, and Pei Ye leaned up to the east for two minutes, and the two swords passed by like musical instruments.

He Ju's long sword went down, first stabbing Pei Ye's knee, and Pei Ye took a step to the side, and the sword also took a step with him.

Then He Jiu's sword naturally moved from below to behind him, and then moved upwards. His body moved with the sword, and the sword's momentum was smooth without any disturbance. His body stepped back and turned around, just avoiding the boy's sword... This action was as beautiful as a dancer in the fairy palace, like scooping up a gentle moon from the water.

Then when it came out of the water... the sudden brightness chilled my heart!

He Jiu suddenly turned his wrist and twisted his body, and the sword's momentum went down and back, like a half-moon, and then sent it out at the straight tangent.

[Returning Sword Style]

Even if it is not the most basic sword move, it is a move that everyone who walks in the rivers and lakes with a sword has seen. The foundation of sword theory is from virtual to real, and the change of sword momentum is like water melting ice... Its most core meaning is that before making a move, never let the enemy see your intention.

Everyone should know this sword. For high-level swordsmen, this has long been a trick for beginners.

However, now this sword in He Ju's hand is like a reborn. Before this moment, countless swordsmen on the field who have been deeply studying the sword... did not react.

...But the young man reacted.

Not only did he react, but he also saw through He Ju's intention earlier. The sharp sword light pierced his throat in an instant. Pei Ye had already tilted his head and blocked the sword. He took another step sideways and crashed into He Ju's empty door.

The two pairs of eyes met for a moment, and then an equally sharp sword light rose from the chest and abdomen of the two.

Since the two swords were separated, He Ju's sword covered the bottom, top, left and right. The soft and changeable moves shocked the whole audience, and the sword and the man were very far apart; Pei Ye's sword started from the top and only hovered above the chest and abdomen, unloading the sword, blocking the sword, and cutting the sword. The sword and the man seemed to be stuck together.

So after receiving this move of returning the sword, the two were already within two steps... It seems that from the beginning, he was waiting for this moment.

Pei Ye held the sword with his backhand, and the sword's principles moved forward and backward. He drew his sword and cut the throat like a dragonfly touching the water. It was a move that seemed to come out of nothing.

At this moment, Pei Ye's attack only required half of the sword to turn, while He Ju's defense required the whole sword to return. Slowness - even a little bit slower - is the most unforgivable disadvantage in chess and sword.

Perhaps when facing other swordsmen, He Ju has countless ways to deal with them, but at this moment, he only chose to take a step back so that his sword could catch up with the boy's sword.

The sword reflected two pairs of eyes, one pair was bright and excited, the other pair was deep and calm.

"Can he still... walk seven steps like this?" Ning Chaolie murmured.

No one answered.

This is a fantasy - this is certainly not "Seven-step Sword Control". Just as He Jiu defeated Jiang Yin'er with the eighth move just now, now he can make five, ten, or a hundred moves in one step. He can change his steps and moves at will, and does not have to follow the rule of one step and one round... There are no restrictions on this little sword fairy now.

But... the rule of seven steps is still there.

Those who are better than the ancient sages in art must keep their promises.

If this young man can really win in this way... who can refuse his request?

Xu Menglang seemed to react to the situation of the battle at this time, and stood up with the table in a daze. He did not know much about swords, but at least he could understand the situation and atmosphere... His pale face could not help but smile.

The fact that this young man possessed such a unique skill made him feel inexplicably happy from the bottom of his heart, even though this poet who was used to capturing subtle emotions did not understand where it came from.

Lu Xiu had another indifferent attitude, and the other person on the field who tilted his head strangely was Yu Ziliang, who was carrying a small snake.

He caught the familiar name "Pei Ye" and took some effort to remember it. He raised his head and thought about it, then turned back and carefully glanced at the black-clothed man leaning against the pillar.

However, he felt that he was open-minded. Since this person had climbed to such a position, he was willing to praise him a few words, so he also raised his hand and clapped.

In the silence of all the glances, only four breaths of time had passed.

The exclamation sounded again.

This time it was a truly exquisite swordsmanship.

Anyone could see that He Ju was serious and excited at this moment. The chaotic sword light was completely different from the previous one. Many people had read the sentence "Before he turned thirty, he had already experienced all the sword techniques in the world" in books, but now they could see it with their own eyes in disbelief.

There was no Cangjian Tower back then, but this little sword immortal was like he had been in Cangjian Tower for ten years before he came out. He could easily master all kinds of sword techniques from all over the world, from all over the world, and even took one or two moves from them to combine and connect... It was hard to say that there was any core sword technique, but there was no sword that was just for show.

There is a simple and rough conclusion in the sword art. Although the more swords you learn, the better you will fight, but the more swords you can control freely, the higher your talent will be.

He Ju pursed his lips into a line, and the sword light in his hand was chaotic, colorful, exquisite, and murderous.

If He Ju's sword shocked all the sword-bearers, then Pei Ye's sword only gave people a sense of mystery.

He must not know as many swords as He Jiu, and it can even be said that he can only count them. Within two breaths, he has seen repeated swords.

But everyone now understands why He Jiu gave up the "Seven-step Sword Control" at the first sword, because in this matter... the boy may even be slightly better than him.

He cannot see after seven moves, he still lacks a long way to practice and settle, but that kind of sharp intuition and ability to see the essence of the sword are the biggest nemesis of "Seven-step Sword Control".

Bracelets of all sizes are constantly born and destroyed in the sword fight between the two. A visible trend is that He Jiu is steadily suppressing the boy. He always attacks more than defends, constantly seizes the initiative with new swordsmanship, and puts the boy in danger with exquisite changes... but he always fails to stab him.

This green figure is like a flower in the wind, drifting and entangled, but never withering and falling. He seems to be familiar with... or familiar with such an opponent with hundreds of swords, and even at ease.

At the same time, the sword in his hands has a kind of soul-stirring charm, which cannot be described by the word "magical". He almost treats the sword and life as a pen to wield at will, and the whole chess field is full of traces of his wild imagination.

"... Is the person you brought so powerful?" The noble lady next to him leaned towards Cui Zhaoye and whispered, her eyes slightly turning, not knowing what she wanted to say.

Cui Zhaoye held his chin with both hands and looked at the field. His cheeks were flushed like drinking. His eyes like water waves glanced at her lightly, but he seemed to no longer want to talk.

However, it was a thrilling and tense situation after all.

Every slight mistake could determine victory or defeat, and more importantly... it was obviously not going to last long.

He Ju was of course still the same He Ju. His name was still engraved in the history of kendo. After all, the boy's attainments were still shallow.

Even if it was just a few breaths of fighting, He Ju had figured out some of the boy's habits to a considerable extent, and every time a sword appeared in front of him, it became thinner.

Of course, the number of sword techniques that He Jiu learned was also rapidly depleting, but before Pei Ye himself was understood, it could not see the end.

Everyone was tense, but the young man just pursed his lips. In the increasingly bad battle situation, he still firmly and incredibly moved forward three steps.

When he took the fifth step, the last support finally collapsed. When [Floating Wind] appeared again, He Jiu appeared with him in the same wind like a ghost. Pei Ye had never encountered such a situation since he learned this style. It can even be said that except for the time underwater, this style has never failed.

But now it has finally happened.

The little sword fairy's eyes were still as bright, his tightly pursed lips hooked a smile, and the sword pressed in his hand pierced out with a roar.

We are already in the [Floating Wind] together. No matter how the wind direction changes, we are still together. How can you dodge this sword?

Pei Ye did not change the wind.

He took the sword in the sound of the wind for a moment, and the sword body bounced lightly... turning himself into a ball of catkins.

"Yanghua"

Another stunning sword among swords, he has obviously reached his limit - this sword may be perfect in the eyes of others, but He Jiu clearly saw a hint of stagnation.

There will be no fake play in such a fight, because if you treat the opponent as a fool, then you are the real fool.

He Jiu is still at ease, he smiled and chased this sword, the sword force is more scattered than the previous sword, but also more huge, enough to capture this jumping poplar flower.

Then when the two swords touched, the light white poplar fluff suddenly bloomed, became solid, and dyed with light pink... In an instant, the clear and bright sword light filled his vision, and the scattered sword force was broken in an instant. He Jiu turned his sword and retreated, eliminating this abrupt counterattack.

"Peach Blossom"

After the poplar flowers in February, the peach flowers bloomed in March and April, and the connection between the two swords can be said to be natural and seamless. Pei Ye's flaws after approaching the limit are real, but the sword he hid is also real.

Pei Ye swung his sword horizontally, as if he was holding two light flowers, one white and one pink, on the sword, and took the fifth step.

The cheers from the banquet hall did reach his ears at this moment, but in just a moment, the ground rose thousands of feet, the red building disappeared, and the sun, moon and stars circled around him in an instant... [Tianlan].

The sword of will pressed down without stopping.

In the sky of all things, the young man with a single sword was like a dangerous boat. He Ju had never imposed such intensity on anyone. At this moment, he really wanted to defeat this young man!

Many people were tense at this moment, including swordsmen and poets... Several swordsmen did not mind him fighting for a higher reputation. The strong get what they want is a simple truth among cultivators. And the Jianghu cultivators in front of the dignitaries in Shenjing... are actually the same group.

They hope that he will take the sixth step... or even the seventh step.

Of course, everyone knows that this is a matter of little hope. Chu Shuiting has reached the fifth step, and Chen Quan has stepped into the seventh step. This is definitely not a matter of two steps. On the one hand, as the fight progresses, He Jiu's insight into you is growing like a demon, and the boy is obviously becoming more transparent in front of him; on the other hand... everyone can see that this is a game of swordplay from low to high.

From "clumsy" to "smart", and then to "intention"... For swordsmen with fewer years of sword training, the higher the sword, the less time they have to touch it.

...Maybe it will end with this style [Heavenly View].

Encompassing all things, the indescribable vastness and loftiness fill your mind in an instant, almost enough to make people forget everything... This is definitely a sword of intention that at least stands at the top of [Wonder].

The battle of intention always depends too much on the swordsman himself, the control, understanding and discovery of the sword intention. The same sword of intention will always have a different effect in the hands of different swordsmen.

At this time, everyone realized a fact - this young man really didn't have a fairy-like sword of mind like [Spring Water Cascading Shadows, Ice Mirror Reflecting Gods], and couldn't break this state of mind with a king against a king, just right... He could only test his understanding and control of other swords of mind.

He needed a stroke of genius, and for the young man... this might not be too difficult.

The young man standing on the crane's back with a sword quietly closed his eyes, and a silent mind emerged... and fell on himself.

He had seen it.

[Clouds and Sky Cover the Eyes and Lost Feathers], such a long-standing and intimate sword, coldly and gently closed his heart, so all the vast world disappeared from his consciousness, and he fell from the crane's back thousands of feet, and when he opened his eyes and stepped on the floor of the red building again.

Breaking the mind with the mind, in the eyes of everyone who was still astonished or amazed, the young man had already stood on the sixth step and had taken a lead.

He used this lead to make a strange posture.

Many people realized later... that everything from here on was under the control of the young man.

When He Ju left the state of mind, the first thing he saw was this sword stand.

Because the situation was so tense that there was no room for relaxation, because he lost the advantage as the party whose sword was broken, and because this was the last step, He Ju would never delay for a moment. The sword sense and the instinct of the body had already made the most appropriate and correct response.

When the [铩宇] style flowed out from his hand, he recognized the sword stand in the other party's hand... It was clearly Jiang Yin'er's sword... Jiang Yin'er's first sword.

In an instant, many thoughts flowed through He Ju's mind-are they senior brothers and sisters? Otherwise, why would they share the same sword? Or are they good friends or lovers? The girl lost, and the boy actually wanted to use the same move to win back the victory?

But these are all distracting thoughts. In any case, the sword sense after the seventh move did not give any warning. This was just the beginning of an exchange of sword moves. The real drama was behind-he hoped that he could use [铩宇] ] in this move, so he would use it.

In the seventh step, they still have a real victory or defeat.

Everyone was looking at this most tense scene... If the boy stepped over, he would be the only winner tonight!

Xu Menglang had clenched his teeth, as if the boy's fate was his own.

[Shayu] was a violent and powerful sword that pointed forward, and Pei Ye had already rushed towards it.

He stepped on the seventh step.

He Ju didn't understand his intention for a moment - he could have enjoyed the backhand calmly, and he entered the sword circle before the enemy's sword came out, which was a very basic recklessness.

Then he saw the boy's fluttering hair and calm eyes... That was the first time he looked straight at him.

Then his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the boy in front of him in astonishment.

... The sword of [Shayu], the sword was not fully grasped, and at this moment the boy held the sword with his left hand... and replaced the long sword in his hand.

As if under control of a miracle, the direction and trend of [Shua Yu]'s initial movement were replaced by him in this sword without any error.

"I'll lend you my sword." The young man said softly.

He Jiu was horrified at this moment. He had never felt the ghostly feeling of others facing him so immersively. His eyes burst into incredible, surprised and excited light, and he almost screamed: "—— Pei Ye!!"

Then the next moment he was stunned.

The young man in front of him bumped past him and turned into a group of ethereal white feathers.

... He did not stand on the seventh step, he stepped over it.

People were surprised at this sword of will that was spread out at some unknown time, staring at the white feather flying by, wondering in their hearts whether this counted as the seventh step... and what unfolded in front of them was a scene that made people strangle their throats.

The young man's eyes were still calm.

Above the banquet hall, the poetry field was on the other side, and the little sword fairy was in a more central position, sleeping on the cloud with a sword as a pillow and wine... just six steps before the main seat.

Pei Ye still had one step to reach the Little Sword Immortal... but he was only seven steps away from the platform.

So in this instant.

The first thing that unfolded was the Glazed Realm that made everyone hold their breath, lonely dreams, thin ice, and still water, cold and clear. The next moment, everyone realized that they were just watching this sword... This sword was pointing at the face of the black fox! !

The next move was the [Shayu] in his hand.

[Qiansi Yuhu] was held in He Ju's hand.

This was really too fast and too strong a sword, and Pei Ye himself was far from being able to use it, but when the two swords intersected, this sword had become a sword of accomplice.

He Ju used the sword forward, and [Shayu] moved backward at the same time.

It rushed straight to the Buddha's face in the middle!

The next moment, when everyone reacted, the might of the huge Tianlou suddenly descended, and the world instantly enveloped the old man around him, protecting every strand of his hair.

There was silence on the field.

...It is too far-fetched to want to assassinate someone in front of Tianlou.

The power of heaven and earth moves with the heart, not to mention that every movement of Zhenxuan is under their control, but if there is any abnormality, they will find it earlier than everyone else.

... But even such a powerful cultivator, when suddenly facing a heart sword coming towards him, will be attracted for a moment and his mind will be tense for a moment.

And a moment is enough.

The huge power of heaven and earth protected the old man without any surprise, and the sword power stopped there. It seems that even without the protection of Tianlou, it would not hurt the old man at all... But the Buddha face on his face did break and fall.

The sound of falling to the ground was particularly crisp in the silent banquet hall, and the exposed face was stunned, and he didn't react to what happened. He was still talking with the Zen master next to him, and now he stopped, and the voice seemed to still echo.

"...Since I started worshipping Buddha, I still committed sins, but I sincerely eliminated them. It seems that God has seen through it and has not punished me."

"The life of a layman is given by heaven, and killing and resentment are also the constant of heaven. I still want to worship Buddha and do good, which is really a merit..."

At this time, everyone recognized this face-as he had always said, some people had known it for a long time, some people had guessed it for a long time, and he really had nothing to hide.

Crane eyebrows and clear pupils, a high nose bridge, thin lips, soft and wrinkled cheeks and arms, the same skin, this is the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty... Li Du.

At this time, he touched his face in a daze and realized what had happened.

And in the hall, in full view of the crowd, the expressionless young man slowly raised his hand, pointed the sword directly at the old man, and said coldly: "Old thief, I will cut off your head sooner or later."