The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 46.Even Long Aotian doesn't like the time-traveling girl

The Three Realms Competition.

Although it is called the Three Realms Competition, in recent generations when geniuses emerge in endlessly, it has actually changed from a competition in the three realms of Taoist Qixuan, World of Outer Worlds, and Chaoyuan Cleansing Dust to a competition among various sects.

Correspondingly, the rules of this grand event are also more and more inclined to highlight the monk's personal ability from the original contest among many people.

In addition, as long as the contestants meet the requirement that the bone age is less than a hundred years old, the restriction that they must join the Three Realms sect has been removed.

Winning a good ranking in the big competition has become the simplest and most direct way for any newcomer to become famous in the Nanming world.

After all, for casual cultivators who have no background or sect.

Even if you can't get the first place, being in the top [-] is still an achievement that can be admired.

If he gets into the top ten again, maybe he will be favored and accepted by a powerful monk, and maybe Xianyu will turn around.

Of course, in front of the elites of the martial arts with full background, the probability of such a whimsical dream is basically the same as that of a magic weapon dropped from the sky.

Just take the top ten of this session as an example.

You must know that it is only the last one, Nan Siya, the little disciple of Zibeard Daoist who ascended to the Immortal Lindao, she is already a strong person in the late stage of Jindan.

Combined with the various secret methods of Shangdeng Xianlin Dao, and those high-grade magic weapons that are far from being available to casual cultivators, their combat power can at least be compared with that of Nascent Soul stage monks.

Not to mention Long Aotian, who is recognized as likely to win the first place in the Three Realms Grand Competition.

Rumor has it that he, who has just reached the Nascent Soul stage, is already so strong that even his own peak masters of the Transformation Stage can't beat him in simple competitions.

Let me ask, how can a casual cultivator, who has practiced hard for a hundred years to reach a golden core, compete with these monsters?

"However, this time the Three Realms Competition seems to have a weirder atmosphere than before."

When Zui Liuxia was giving Nan Sixian popular science knowledge, she suddenly interjected inadvertently.

"Hey? How do you say it?" The curious baby blinked and asked.

"In the past, every competition in the three realms basically used open competitions like rings, and there were also some rigid requirements. But this time it was provided by Huisheng Chonghua. One said it could Suppress anyone's cultivation to the secret realm of the highest golden core stage, and use it as the main meeting place."

"No one can intervene to save people, and no one can observe the progress of the competition."

"It reminded the participants several times to pay attention to protecting their lives."

"Even when the elder of my sect went to inquire about the specific situation of the secret realm with Master Shenghua, he was still vague. He only said that monks have a life and death, and no one can force it."

"It's as if he is supporting the monks to fight to the death."

She paused at this point, and then continued: "So, the reason Zui Liuxia chose to participate in this competition is also because she wants to protect her fellow disciples."

The gentle and steady words, with the peaceful smile of the Buddha, dyed the slightly cold air with a layer of heart-warming temperature.

Sure enough, he is a very gentle person...

It's a pity that I entered Buddhism, otherwise I would be good-looking and capable at home, how wonderful it would be!

Nan Sixian secretly felt sorry for her, but her heart trembled suddenly because of the person she mentioned.

Shenghua real person? !

Isn't that Liu Wuyan's master?

If according to Zui Liuxia's statement, this person is not innocent, then Liu Wuyan who ran to see Master for help alone, wouldn't it be...

No no no, no.

Anyway, she is also her master, no matter how you say it, she will not attack her apprentice.

Jianzun Wangyun's indifferent face suddenly appeared in his mind, Nan Sixian shook his head, feeling that he was still thinking too much.

Here, we still have to devote all our attention to the Three Realms Grand Competition.

Hundreds of years of silence have been too long.

With the name of Ming Sword Sect, it's time to return to the top!

at this time.

A burst of protruding and chaotic noise sounded in the venue waiting for the Dabi to start.

what happened……?

Nan Sixian followed the source of the sound without knowing it, turned her head to look far away, but was startled by the young man who was so close in front of her, and jumped back.

The pure black robe is embroidered with dragons with teeth and claws everywhere in gold silk.

The quaint purple long sword is sharp, but it looks familiar as if it has been seen somewhere before.

The right sleeves were hanging down to the wrists of the comer, fully displaying those hands that were very suitable for killing.

The appearance of this young monk should have been handsome and handsome.

But his rebelliousness that doesn't even see the world in his eyes, coupled with the ferocious dark red in the depths of his pupils, brought him into a wonderful sense for no reason.

Domineering and cool!

It's just the embodiment of the word!

The monks who heard the noisy discussion had already revealed the identity of the person who came, but in fact, Nan Sixian, who had already guessed who he was before this, hastily stepped back several steps.

Moreover, he still pulled Zui Liuxia who was beside him.

Long Aotian!

What a beauty master, you can't let her be glued to the upside-down halo of that big killer!

Nan Sixian is like a hen, guarding Zui Liuxia who has not yet figured out the situation behind her, staring at Long Aotian cautiously with dead fish eyes, determined to save this strong, beautiful and gentle, very sad The Buddha who is a female partner.

At the same time, Long Aotian also raised his head high and swept Nan Sixian casually, as if evaluating something.

Um?Fengming Sword Sect, is this woman in front of you?

Body, garbage.Cultivation level, golden core stage, is still rubbish.Luck, it's barely enough...

But I, Long Aotian, can handle it?

"laugh……"

With a disdainful chuckle, Long Aotian proudly lowered his chin to look at people, and said to Nan Sixian: "You are the head disciple of the Fengming Sword Sect, Nan Sixian?"

Contempt, contempt that does not see people in the eyes at all.

This was too straightforward an insult to her, and to Fengming Sword Sect, even Nan Sixian couldn't bear it.

A red light flashed in the eyes of the girl in red, and she replied in a deep voice, "I am, so what!"

Sword energy, sword light, sword intent, how Nan Sixian fell, and the momentum of the whole body changed instantly, like a sharp sword hidden in a sheath, full of danger.

Feeling the cold light that split the skin, the disdain in Long Aotian's eyes also restrained a little.

——Anyway, she is also a member of the Fengming Sword Sect, which is a bit interesting.

"No way."

Long Aotian's voice is still domineering and piercing, and his scrutinizing eyes have already passed Nan Sixian's obstruction, looking at Zui Liuxia behind her.

Top-notch goods!

The moment his eyes fell, he was full of disgusting desires, and in just a moment, he came to a very intuitive conclusion about Zui Liuxia.

This is also the person who must be included in the harem!

The tip of his tongue brushed the corner of his lips, Long Aotian stepped forward directly, cupped his hands chicly, and said: "I am on the way to the immortal, the romantic gentleman Long Aotian, I have heard the name of the fairy who attracts all living beings, and it is true to see it today. "

Um?What a dirty sight.

No wonder Nan Sixian pulled me away when he saw him, was he worried that I would be targeted by this person?

Zui Liuxia, who looked at people with god, quickly understood Nan Sixian's intentions. Although her heart felt warm, she still patted the back of Nan Sixian's hand with a light smile, and walked out from behind her.

"All sentient beings have not been in contact with the Central Plains for a long time, so Zui Liuxia is the first time I have heard of the name of a romantic gentleman. Please forgive me, Lord Long."

The ancient wooden Buddha beads flicked and hung on his wrist, the Buddha nodded slightly, but the meaning of his words directly hurt Long Aotian's nerves.

never heard of that? !Not to mention that he has been famous for a long time, even if he only looks at the rankings of the Three Realms Grand Competition, this woman must know how to stabilize herself at the top of her head, right?

How dare he face him at this time, shameless!

Bitch!

When did Long Aotian receive this kind of treatment, his vicious eyes immediately became angry, like a sharp knife, he went straight to Zui Liuxia forcefully.

"Oh? I really don't know, these sentient beings are so lonely, humble, ignorant, and unheard of!"

The purple light suddenly appeared, and an incomparably sharp sword aura rose from the purple long sword behind him, and then he stepped forward, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul enveloped Zui Liuxia and left.

This level of provocation is naturally not in the eyes of the Buddha.

I saw that Zui Liuxia clasped her hands together naturally, chanted the Buddha's name silently, and the phantom of Vajra glaring at her immediately appeared from behind her.

The dazzling Buddha light illuminates the world.

In an instant, half of the purple sword light was taken away, and he calmly rejected it several feet away, unable to advance an inch.

"Hey. Dragon benefactor. Keep a little bit of everything..."

Unwilling to make more losses before the Three Realms Grand Competition, the Buddha was about to persuade Long Aotian to stop.

But suddenly heard a shocking sword chant, with a hurricane sweeping the entire venue, almost making it difficult to stand, and involuntarily inserted into the battle situation!

Liuying opened the fan.

The wind is uncertain and impermanent, and the sword is flying over lonely clouds.

The sudden wind of terror supported the man standing proudly on the top of the dust.

The cold gaze turned into countless life-devouring swords, with endless wind marks, pointing directly at Long Aotian!

Suddenly following his strange eyes that were full of astonishment but could not raise the slightest desire, I saw——

The lonely cloud is proud of the wind, and the fairy falls into the dust.

It was a moon-white Confucian robe embroidered with pearls and jade, letting the wind pass by, the corners of the clothes were blown up, and it was also a pair of lifeless emerald eyes, drooping with dark marks, revealing the meaning of dying.

She was originally a beautiful woman who could seduce her body, but between the flying strands of emerald hair, there was a layer of terrifying wind.

only left with.

The extreme cold that pierces the heart.

"The sound of the sword, which is familiar but unfamiliar, still retains memories that make me feel delusional."

"That Shufeng Sword, how did you get it?"

Shang Qinghan fanned the space in his hand, although he couldn't see anyone in his eyes, a familiar figure in purple flashed past, arousing a little inexplicable anger.

——Why, her sword is in someone else's hands!

One second...two seconds...

The sword pressed across the border.

The extraordinary momentum temporarily suppressed Long Aotian, who forgot to resist, and also forgot to answer.

silence, silence...

The swordsman, who couldn't wait for an answer, gradually narrowed his eyes, the howling wind, roaring like a dragon like a sword, was the beginning of preparation for killing.

It's windy.

The moment before the world sinks into emerald green.

Wan Dao's dazzling white light suddenly lit up from everyone present.

It's a jade talisman!

The jade talisman with the ranking list of the Three Realms Competition written on it!

The first column, which had always been blank and full of mystery, was finally burnt by the blazing fire, and seven characters were engraved.

That is----

A title!

A title that shouldn't be involved in the three-world competition.

A name that was introduced into the game by someone with a heart.

A name that almost no one knows, a name that Zui Liuxia knows, and Nan Sixian also knows, a name that is destined to be remembered by all monks in the white light transmitted from that secret realm!

"...Gu Yun Luochen, Shang Qinghan!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Nan Sixian: Huh?Why is it so hot when the air conditioner is turned on?All soaked!

Shang Qinghan: (The folding fan hits his chest, which is only wearing underwear, and it sinks slightly) Maybe it's because you are always looking at this place, your heart is too hot, huh?

Nan Sixian: (starting sideways with a guilty conscience) Nonsense... Nonsense!I didn't watch it!No!

Shang Qinghan: (Looping around Nan Sixian's waist, blowing his ears) Follow your heart, avoid arrogance.I am very happy.

Nan Sixian: (Smoke coming from his head) Shun... Shunxin...

Bai Muya: (Looking at Nan Sixian and the two like a fool, holding a certain plug in his hand) Which second fool turns on the heater in summer?Want to murder me again?

Nan Sixian: (angry) Shang Qinghan, you bastard...! ! ! ! !

***Theatrical end split***

Tail: Throw out a dragon Aotian when there is a disagreement, and then it seems to accidentally spoil someone's accident☆、Chapter 45 Phantom Evil Thoughts

The question in the mouth has not yet been answered, and the location of the change, but the target can no longer be found.

Everyone's teleportation location seems to be a little different, even Long Aotian and Nan Sixian couldn't get together with her in the end, I don't know where they are now.

Is it a secret place?A boring little trick.

With a slender hand, he gently held the closed Liuying fan, and a green light flashed in Shang Qinghan's eyes.

When I turned around, it was already...

The wind dissipated by itself, and the killing intent was restrained.

He raised his head lightly.

I see.

This is a wonderful space full of chaos.

In the endless bells.

It is a huge gilt gate with a strange female ghost pattern carefully carved on the top, and it is tens of feet high. It exudes a solipsistic and domineering atmosphere, standing strangely in front of her.

The left door is a blood-stained knife, and the right door is a flaming sword. On the beam, it looks like a female ghost sitting on the world with her arms around her chest.

Really, there is an unknown smell everywhere.

People who don't know the secret realm provided by Huisheng Chonghua may think it is the ruins of the demon cultivator.

But... this taste is...?

Looking at the female ghost who looked down on the world, Shang Qinghan frowned and paused for a long time.

The white jade fan bone was struck on the palm of the hand.

Time, passing by little by little.

After about a few moments, until she had confirmed something in her heart, she calmly lowered her gaze and looked at the two paths at the bottom of the giant gate that could be passed by one person.

Before the rules are clear, the first choice is ushered in, the Three Realms Competition, is it luck?

Shang Qinghan lowered his eyes and shook his head, but without the slightest hesitation, he fanned Liuying and walked into the passage on the right.

On one side is the fierce smell of a sword, and on the other side is the murmur of a sword.

Here, do I still need to choose?

No need!

One step, another step.

A moment of transit.

The wind of early spring with a fiery taste comes from the pavement.

The sky is full of flowers and rain, spinning like the Red Sea.

The entire chaotic and unknown space was instantly dyed, permeated, and painted with a very different brilliance with scorching red.

That is.

Thousands and thousands of blood-red petals, surrounded by the enthusiasm of the wind, were rolled up and fluttered on the blue sky, and then sprinkled silently, turning them into a familiar red color.

It fills the eyes of those who come, and fills this dry world.

I see.

The moment Shang Qinghan stepped through the boundary of the giant gate, he already knew what this pass was.

The outstretched fingertip touched a crimson flower petal dancing like a butterfly, she silently closed her eyes, all her power disappeared, and let the life-threatening flowers entangle her, she did not move anymore.

Lost for a moment, then looked sideways——

It is.

There are cracks in the Confucian clothing, and blood stains on the jade muscle.

The countless red petals swirled upside down, tore apart Shang Qinghan's robe and skin, and finally, in the dazzling firelight, they gathered into a slightly green beauty, tightly wrapped around Shang Qinghan's body!

dishonest hands.

One leisurely paddles between the waist and abdomen, and the other climbs up the proud peak that has never been touched by anyone without authorization.

The long white legs stepped out of the slit of the skirt, and rubbed between the legs seductively.

caress, tease...

Such a blasphemous act, although Shang Qinghan clenched his fists tightly, he still did not open his closed eyes.

There is no other reason.

A delicate red dress is like fire.

The familiar sound of the sword, the familiar facial features, and the familiar figure, although extremely charming and alluring, are clearly the same as that person.

Nan Sixian!

"What are you pretending to be serious about! You, haven't you already missed him for a long time, come on..."

The woman in red had a smile in her eyes, showing boundless spring breeze in her eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with Shang Qinghan's unresponsiveness, with a voluptuous fingertip, she wanted to poke under her skirt.

However, at this moment.

Shang Qinghan's cold hand grabbed the woman in red's wrist and gently pulled it away from her body.

Followed by.

The eyes are beautiful, and the sky is full of emerald green.

The sudden hurricane swirled furiously like a dragon in the clouds, and with a thunder strike, it rushed straight to the delicate flower bud that was hidden in the sky and was about to bloom.

"Illusory array, longing in my heart. Even if it is like a fire, so what, it can lock this ethereal wind."

The voice that finally spoke was ruthlessly indifferent, and his dark gaze was like looking at an insignificant ant.

The wind sword passed, and a few pieces of residual red fell far away.

Shang Qing coldly looked at the phantom person who was gradually dissipating, and with a flick of Yuebai's long sleeves, covering the desperate plea for help with a turbulent wind, he turned around proudly and walked away.

"A mere phantom, I, will you show mercy?"

can you?won't you?

It just has the appearance of Nan Sixian.

Even if it is the phantom of the phantom array, even if it is a well-known illusion.

Why was Tangling unable to move his hand at that time, why he still treated him gently after he did it, and why he couldn't see the last face.

With such an obvious answer, who else could he fool except himself?

This sentimental wind...

***

The Three Realms Competition, the venue, and the mysterious secret realm.

The dazzling white light flashed and disappeared, and the young monks who came to participate in the big competition finally appeared in twos and threes everywhere in the secret realm.

However, there should have been tens of thousands of people, but now there are only more than a thousand people left!

Was it eliminated?Or, simply die?

no one knows.

And these remaining people.

Some are in shock, some are full of pride, and some are worried...

All kinds of different expressions reveal different meanings, but it also makes the rest of the people understand that something is wrong with this three-level competition, very wrong.

Young monks are the future pillars of each faction. In a normal competition, how can there be a checkpoint that will kill you if you come up?

This is no longer the level that can be fooled by the word "test"!

What should I do next?

It was when the young monks began to think about future actions.

The dense and simple Taoist voice seemed to whisper softly in the ear, adding fuel to the already tense situation.

"Tianbang falls prophecy."

"The ghost emperor will come to the human world again, slaughter the world, unite the nine realms, and bring calamity and calamity."

"In order to resist the destiny and protect the common people, today I, Huisheng Chonghua, open the ancient gods and demons to help the new blood of the three realms, enlighten the heart, enlighten the Tao, and enlighten me."

"However, opportunities and dangers coexist, and unnecessary casualties are not what we want."

"When you are in danger, you can use your skills to shatter the trial jade talisman, escape from the secret realm, and let everyone do what they can."

Is this really the case...?

Most of the monks who can still stay are the elites of the various sects.

Ten years ago, the matter about the Ghost Emperor in the Tianbang had been made public internally, but in fact, everyone knew about it.

It is reasonable to use this special method in order to fight against the catastrophe.

And the chance is real, no matter how bad it is, you can leave directly. Want to challenge it?

Feeling the soaring cultivation that came at the same time as the Taoist voice, almost all of these young monks who passed the first test aroused their interest in continuing this strange competition.

Or for power, or for honor, or for justice, or for something else.

In short, the trial is about to begin!

***

As if it was already known that no one would choose to quit, the quaint voice sounded again after a moment of silence.

"The process of this three-world competition is not much different from the previous one. It is still divided into three stages."

"The first test, Aofeng aspires to the top."

"In the world of gods and demons, there are a hundred sacred mountains. The environment is extremely cold, even the peak is even more entrenched by ice apes. After three days, those who can stand proudly on the ten thousand-year-old ice platform on the top of the sacred mountain will be rewarded with a life-changing golden pill One!"

"In addition, because this competition is different from the past, in the first stage of selection, in addition to meeting the level conditions, you can also pass the level by meeting personal conditions."

"The personal conditions should now be displayed on the trial jade talisman, and only the jade talisman holder can view it."

"If the level is too difficult, then it may be wise to choose a personal condition that is in line with your cultivation and relatively easy."

Dao Yin gradually went away, but the monks who participated in the Grand Competition suddenly became more and more excited.

Life-changing golden pill!

According to legend, it is a life-saving magic medicine refined by ancient immortals. No matter how serious the injury is, taking a life-changing golden elixir can guarantee your life without worry.

Now even if it is a big school like Dengxian Lindao, I am afraid that it will not be able to come up with a double ten.

I didn't expect that this time the Three Realms Grand Competition, just the first round of selection, would have such a good thing that is equivalent to an extra life, not to mention, there must be better rewards after that.

Even if you only get one, it is worth it!

But then again, given this kind of top quality, it should be difficult to go up to the Ten Thousand Years Ice Platform on the top of Shenshan Mountain, right?

Moreover, the rules only say that after three days, standing on the Wannian Ice Platform can pass the level, but no one knows how many people can stand on it.

If only one person can stand...

Or is it better to take a look at the personal conditions that are said to be relatively simple?

Thinking of this, most of the monks took out the trial jade talisman out of curiosity.

I saw that it was originally marked the position of the top ten rankings in combat power, and a line of ancient characters slowly emerged from the jade talisman.

The so-called personal clearance conditions suddenly cast a heavy haze on the hearts of the young monks.

At the foot of Mount Kinabalu.

Ranked tenth in combat power, Nan Siya, who came from Climb to Immortal Lindao, looked at the words displayed on the jade talisman, and her complexion was already fierce with a hint of excitement.

"Blood hatred, kill, Nan Sixian."

"The target is just that trash! It's still possible to trace a spiritual light once a day, okay, very good, hahahahaha!"

The wilderness is very far away from the sacred mountain.

Ranked second in combat power, Long Aotian from Dengxian Lindao frowned, staring at the small words, a little hesitant.

"Ten people from the same family, slaughter, ascend to the immortals and face the Tao."

"Huh? Are these red dots showing the remaining number of people who have ascended to the immortal road? The mountain is far away, and the juniors can't pass the next level anyway, so I can't complain."

A secluded clear lakeside.

Ranked third in combat power, Zui Liuxia from Zhongshengyin lowered her head, and her hand that was holding the trial jade talisman was trembling slightly.

"Magic Buddha, Fallen Tathagata, slaughter, Buddhist cultivators, hundreds of people."

How could this be so!

Not only was it a conflict with his own ideas, but he also instantly figured out the horror hidden in this message.

The aura of the people around her has changed, and it is expected that her personal pass conditions must not be so devoid of humanity.

This so-called easy personal clearance condition is not only forcing people who have no confidence in themselves and feel that they will not be able to stand on the top of the sacred mountain within three days to complete this terrifying condition.

It made the monks who saw this condition fear the rest of the people, and even killed them first to protect themselves!

Daoist Shenghua actually managed to do this...

Unable to tolerate this kind of thing happening, Zui Liuxia trembled with the Buddhist beads in her hand, and temporarily opened the secret method of sound transmission with the shadow of King Huiming, penetrating the hearts of her fellow disciples.

"All living beings lead the monks under the sect, listen carefully."

"The Three Realms Grand Competition is controlled by the villains, so it has lost its meaning. Those who have no intention of competing, and those who are unable to climb to the top, immediately break the talisman and withdraw."

"If so, those who still have the heart to compare are not allowed to do the things written in the jade talisman. Come and find me at the place where the spiritual consciousness is marked."

"The heart of evil and sycophants must not be born. The world will not forget the drunken clouds, and it will surely protect everyone to climb to the top of the mountain!"

Skyrim, clouds.

A trial jade talisman that has not yet been imprinted with divine consciousness pierced the sky and came straight to the green-haired swordsman who was walking on the wind.

Unexpectedly, it was only halfway through the flight——

The Liuying fan in Shang Qinghan's hand suddenly drew an elegant arc, sweeping away the cloud of smoke that blinded his eyes.

With a cold snort, the gentle breeze suddenly turned into an unstoppable sharp sword, firmly locking the flying jade talisman.

next moment.

The wind blade has no moves, and the sword walks invisible.

The sword intent is vague, the more troubled the heart is, the more you see the spirit of the fluttering wind and dance, the silent sword light, like illusory, impermanent, endless, infinite!

Immediately, it was as if entering nothingness within a radius of a hundred miles, all vitality was lost, and everything in the world was drawn by it!

The jade talisman with a special meaning, even before showing the shadow of the plotter's conspiracy, was shattered in the strong wind without even a single fragment.

Miserable... sad...

"If you enter the game, you will be exempt."

The cold tone was accompanied by the heartless and heartless emerald eyes.

jingle...

The pearls and jade embellished on the moon-white Confucian clothes made a faint sound when he walked quickly on the wind.

With half a step on his feet, Shang Qinghan, whose eyes were cold and stern, passed by the place where the trial jade talisman should have fallen, causing a wave of pure and holy air to sweep over.

immediately.

With a raised eyebrow, a few strands of emerald hair were raised, and the flowing shadow parted, leaving a word of arrogance in the wind.

"The wind is blowing, those who are in the dark, stand still."

The author has something to say: late, late, late!

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