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Ye Wei went on stage to check on Wu Jing's injuries, he was really merciless, his tendons and hamstrings were broken, and he might just be a useless person for the rest of his life.He turned his head to look at Ye Ying, who was also standing up, and the latter frowned slightly, as if he was a little displeased with this.

Contesting martial arts and discussing swords, but no way out, too vicious.

Daoist Tianyun, who was going to fight the masked swordsman later, turned pale when he saw Wu Jing being lifted down, and secretly screamed in his heart. This person is superb in swordsmanship but cruel, and he is definitely not a good person.

The first round of the competition was decided so quickly, the disparity in strength made people very unhappy and puzzled, when did such a number one person appear in the Central Plains?

The next match was scheduled for three days later, and the people around the ring dispersed. Ye Wei walked behind Ye Ying with Ye Meng holding his sword, and said in a deep voice, "This time Can Xue will definitely fall into the hands of that person."

"I saw that the sword in his hand is also very special. It doesn't look like it was made in the Central Plains." Ye Meng was far less interested in swordsmanship than in the sword itself. He took a closer look at it several times, the blade was cut from the center to both ends, and the edge was as thin as a leaf, but no one would doubt its firmness.

"There is hatred in this man's sword." Ye Ying said lightly. From his level, he can naturally see that the man's ruthless technique is not due to nature. Others have half the sky in strength, and the sword is exquisitely exquisite, but without any complicated moves.

If the Famous Sword Conference hadn't set the rules for the removal of killers, that person might raise his sword and take the opponent's head straight.

Thinking that the masked man in black directly crippled Wu Jing's cultivation today, Ye Wei's face was also a little gloomy, "After Tianyun Daoist, Jian Si, he should be careful."

"This man is so ruthless, if Can Xue falls into his hands..."

The slender hair hangs from the shoulders, and the slender hair sticks to the sharp-edged face. Can Xue was designed by him, and that person brought him to him. He wanted to find a good master for Can Xue, but in this famous sword competition Outstanding, but far from what was expected.

Ye Ying frowned lightly, "What is the strength of the remaining one among the six people who tasted the sword?"

Leng Yu?Ye Wei was taken aback for a moment, and weighed things up in his mind, "No match."

And this Leng Yu seems to have more mysteries than that masked man in black.

A trace of disappointment flashed between his brows, it seemed that Can Xue's belonging was already certain.

In the second round of competition three days later, when the overall situation was settled, Ye Ying no longer showed up. Instead, a frightened and chilled person appeared gracefully shaking a folding fan.Sitting on the stage in a snow-like attire was particularly eye-catching, and within a quarter of an hour, dozens of people glanced or stared past him.

The Ye family brothers also took a look at Leng Yu in unison, and saw that his peach-like eyes were staring intently at the masked man who was fighting against the head of Kunlun. Ye Hui wanted to say something polite to him, but was rejected. The latter's extremely perfunctory hmm sounded over.

Obviously, this person has no time to pay attention.

The strength of Daoist Tianyun is even greater than that of the masked man, but he directly admits defeat after dozens of moves. He is very self-aware and does not want to end up like Wu Jing. A face as big as a palm is far less important than a healthy limb. It is better to protect yourself wisely .

Seeing the opponent admitting defeat, the masked man snorted softly, put away his sword and stepped off the stage, and Ruju's eyes swept across the people sitting by the ring, and there were only three left.Suddenly, his sight stopped, and he saw a man in white clothes like snow holding a folding fan, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the latter was also looking at him with a trace of deep sophistication.

Leng Yu closed her fan and tapped it intermittently in the palm of her hand, slightly raising the end of her eyes, and stared at the masked man for a long time without hesitation, her eyes that seemed drunk but not drunk suddenly showed a very uncomfortable look. Xie couldn't help but be amazed by his smile.

Pure Yang Interior View, tsk.

Qingfeng held up the corner of the snow-colored clothes, he left the table with a chuckle, and dropped two words in a low voice: interesting.

After dinner that day, Leng Yu casually strolled around the villa. The swordsmen who participated in the famous sword competition either stepped up their practice and adjusted their breath or thought about their opponent's moves and countermeasures.

His blatant walk in Zhuangzi like this naturally attracted the attention of many caring people. Ye Hui's men followed him from the moment he left the Lanxuan Pavilion, and there was a faint aura halfway along the way. Leng Yu guessed after a little thought. When it was the masked man in black, he turned his feet and began to walk slowly towards the inaccessible place. When he arrived at a remote corner of the villa, he jumped out of the courtyard wall several times, and his silver snow suit disappeared without a trace in the night. Without a trace, he instantly wiped out those hidden guards.

What a quick move!

Since the other party is equally interested, it will naturally be fulfilled.In the dark, the masked man in black also quietly climbed over the courtyard wall, chasing after the ethereal aura.

On the long street by the lake, the man standing facing the wind with a folding fan in his hand was more eye-catching than the moonlight falling in the lake, and the obscure silver-white air current reverberating around him made him feel like he was in a hazy state.

The masked man chased a hundred paces away and was about to take a look. Leng Yu closed his fan and turned around, cupping his hands at the other party from a distance. Seeing that the other party had noticed, the masked man stopped hiding and walked forward.When I saw Leng Yu who finally appeared today for the first time, I was shocked for a moment, not because of his appearance, but because of his clear and radiant aura.There are many masters in the world, and he has seen the most outstanding one, but even the one in memory cannot reach such a mysterious state.

He has a goal that must be achieved in this Famous Sword Conference, so he is a little bit afraid of Leng Yu, an uncertain factor. He wanted to explore the opponent's martial arts, but found that his aura was completely exposed to the opponent's perception Down.

Such a pure internal force is definitely not possessed by ordinary people.

On the Hundred Steps Street, two figures, one black and one white, face each other far away, and the early spring wind whipped up a cloud of dust blowing from east to west, making the clothes fluttering.The atmosphere was so condensed that it seemed back to winter, Leng Yu squinted her eyes, and suddenly said loudly: "I first entered the rivers and lakes, and it is rumored that there were six disciples under Chunyangzi's seat. Li Chongmao was involved in causing a disaster in Chunyang Palace, hence the theory of the five sons of Chunyang."

The surrounding air is becoming more and more dull, this is caused by the other party's internal breath, Leng Yu smiled instead of panic, this person's true energy circulates like Tai Chi invisible, he is clearly practicing pure yang inner strength, and the level of Taoism is comparable to pure yang The current head coach is Xiangheng.Coincidentally, he has met both the ancestor of Chunyang and the five sons of Chunyang, and the person with such cultivation can only be the one who was excluded.

The leader of the Jingxu lineage, Lu Dongbin's first disciple, Xie Yunliu.

The other party didn't speak, but the aura came overwhelmingly. Seeing this, I'm afraid he was motivated to kill because his identity was found out.Leng Yu waved his folding fan, Xie Yunliu deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, and betrayed his religion, which attracted the righteous people to attack him. If he revealed Xie Yunliu's identity, maybe he would not be able to participate in the sword meeting....

However, he'd better stop doing this kind of exposing. Otherwise, if the old man in Chunyang Palace found out, he would have to grab his ear and punish him by copying the Tao Te Ching a hundred times.

As if thinking of something depressing, Leng Yu twitched the corners of his mouth a little stiffly, and the smiles on his face increased again, "Mr. Please. Today, Mr. Guan fought against the head of Kunlun, and I saw that the swordsmanship used by Mr. is mainly slashing, with a strong momentum, but the power of the short sword is greatly reduced, and it is not as good as the sword held by Mr. himself."

"Only half of the three-foot Qingfeng Canxue is taken. The swordsmen of the famous sword conference are named Jian Er. A good sword is not in your hand. Mr. Xie should come here for the name. I want to make a deal with you. The famous sword conference The title of leader is of no use to me, if I want Can Xue, if my husband agrees to win and hand over Can Xue to me, I will voluntarily withdraw from the Famous Sword Competition, and it will save me some energy."

The man in black immediately snorted coldly: "Why did you agree!"

"Mr. Xie's martial arts attainments must be better than the first four and there is no pressure, but it is not so easy to meet me..." Leng Yu waved the folding fan unhurriedly, "I may not be able to defeat you, but thank you If Mister wants to win, he will have to pay a heavy price."

"What about this?"

The tails of her eyes were upturned, and her peach blossom eyes narrowed into cunning fox eyes. Leng Yu seemed to gain confidence, and the more she said, the more she said, "The famous sword competitions in the past were all amicable, and the point was over, but Mr. Xie seriously hurt God when he made a move. General Ce, I heard that Mr. Xie also snatched the sword post from the officials. You must have a deep understanding. Leaving with injuries, I'm afraid I will be watched."

The man in black was unmoved.

Leng Yu's brows were crooked with a smile, "At this time, I will reveal some news about Xie Yunliu's return to the Central Plains...then sir will be in serious trouble."

The surrounding aura froze, and the man in black immediately grabbed the sword hilt at his waist, "I don't accept any threats!"

"Where is this? This is obviously a deal. I exchange your health and health for a famous sword Canxue. I think it is very cost-effective." Leng Yu held the fan and covered her lips with a slightly cold smile. Close the fan and carry on.

The blue bricks under her feet shattered, Leng Yu turned her head away from the falling sword wind, her face was still so bright, "A gentleman speaks but doesn't move, why should a good person be so rude, eh..."

Two figures, one black and one white, fought on the long street by the lake. Leng Yu's figure still shone brightly in the night, and her white clothes were better than the snow.

The man in black is like a swimming dragon, his moves are just probing at the beginning, but the latter responds fluently, after a dozen or so rounds, he will use his strength to attack Leng Yu so hard.There were no idlers waiting to watch the battle, Leng Yu simply used the fan as a sword, and the moves showed clues, which made the heart of the man in black jump. The most seen in the Tibetan Sword Villa in the past few days is the Ye family's four seasons swordsmanship, Leng Yu Holding one is like holding a sword, and the swordsmanship he uses is exactly the same as what he has seen.

"Are you from Hidden Sword Villa?" He swung his sword and landed on the silver fan. It seemed that the fan was extremely hard, and there was no scratch at all after so many swords were docked.

In this Famous Sword Conference, the sword sage Tuoba Sinan had sent back the sword invitations for Tibetan sword disciples to fight, why is there another one in front of us?

"No and no." The man in black's sword moves were fierce and threatening, but Leng Yu still chuckled, "If you have to say... I am my little lady."

After hundreds of strokes, the inner breaths of the two sides were like springs, and immediately collided fiercely in the dark night beside the West Lake, and everyone with profound cultivation bases within a five-mile radius felt it.A crack ran along the centerline of the mask from head to tail, and the silver mask was cut by sword energy, breaking from the center to both sides.

The man in black looked at the man in front of him who had mastered the Ye family's swordsmanship, and fell into a brief daze.

Leng Yu raised her eyebrows lightly, touched her face exposed to the air, and sighed regardless of the occasion: "It's still so refreshing."

The man in black was a little angry, "The dignified owner of Hidden Sword Villa secretly sneaked into the famous sword conference. I'm afraid the Ye family can't justify such a deceitful thing!"

No wonder Ye Ying and this Leng Yu never showed up at the same time. The man in front of him, with white hair and crowned jade, had a clear red plum seal on his forehead, exactly like Ye Ying.

It's just that the aura of the two is somewhat different after careful study, and I don't know why.

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