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The light box at the beginning of Tai'a shocked the bullfighting cold.

Tai Ajian.

The divine sword that ranks first on the divine weapon spectrum is said to be the first sword forged from the beginning of the world. It was born at dawn to break the sun, moon and stars. I actually saw it in such a scene today.

The circulation of news in the auditorium was like the spread of the plague, and the whole audience fell into deathly silence in just a short moment.

The dignified and respected old Taoists all ignored their identities and leaned forward with their necks propped up, just to see if it was the real Tai'a sword.

Duan Jingsheng's expression could no longer be described as ugly at this moment.

He thought it was a surefire win, after all, Jianxiu is naturally suppressing Shangyinxiu, and he is very sure that he will be able to preemptively strike before the opponent can pluck the strings, but Lin Qiubai draws his sword in public and tells him frankly that he is Sword repair! ?

What's more, the opponent is still holding the Tai'a Sword?

The orange-clothed monk sitting in the audience is Duan Jingsheng's fanboy, and at this time he said loudly: "What about Tai'a sword, what about divine weapons, they can't show their strength in the hands of people who really don't know how to use swords. I believe in Jingsheng!"

Hearing his impassioned enthusiasm, everyone's rationality was instantly gathered together, and the scale shifted towards Duan Jingsheng again.

Yes, the orange-clothed monk is right. Lin Qiubai has a magic weapon. It can only be said that he is a koi carp in the world. However, if the sword is not strong, I am afraid that he will not be able to display the power of a magic weapon.

In contrast, Duan Jingsheng's swordsmanship attainments can be said to be top-notch in the cultivation world, second to none.

Duan Jingsheng also heard what the monks in orange clothes said in the audience, and his stiff face looked a little better, but staring at the word Tai'a engraved on the sword, he still couldn't believe it and asked in Yihai: "Senior, Lin Qiu's white hand The one in it is really the magic weapon Tai'a sword, so it can't be an imitation?"

Previously, the senior had exhausted all his efforts to keep Duan Jingsheng's soul in Futu Mountain, and now he was also surprised. Bao still comforted him and said: "Your swordsmanship is better than his, what are you afraid of? Even with the blessing of the divine sword, it is just a An empty shell with nothing to show for."

Hearing the senior's indifferent contempt, Duan Jingsheng gradually calmed down.

Two figures, one gold and one red, stood on the competition stage. Duan Jingsheng moved first. Since he was a swordsman, he no longer pretended to ask people to make three moves. The dragon stabbed at Lin Qiubai's chest like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Everyone gasped, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this move was a killer move.

As soon as Duan Jingsheng made a shot, he was extremely hot, and those who were knocking and eating melon seeds all stopped at the same time and couldn't help but sweat for Lin Qiubai.

The Tai'a sword was deeply inserted into the ground, and Lin Qiubai rested his hands on the hilt of the sword, facing Ling Li's sword intent calmly: "...So it's nothing more than that."

He pulled up Tai'a, the sword blared in the sky, jade and stones shattered, and the wind cut thousands of miles away and came towards Duan Jingsheng.

Covering the sky and blocking the sun, flying sand and rocks.

There were exclamations one after another——

Who said that Lin Qiubai didn't understand swordsmanship! ?

Who said that Lin Qiubai could not exert one ten-thousandth of his power! ?

Duan Jingsheng felt the most deeply when he faced this soaring sword intent. The majestic and terrifying sword intent swept over the sky, covering the sky and the sun in front of his eyes, and his eardrums were almost torn apart by the heart-piercing howl of the wind. He didn't even have time to think about Lin Qiubai How could he have such ability, facing such a sword intent, his hamstrings felt weak, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his sword and retreat without daring to confront it head-on.

He retreated without hesitation, just as his body got out of the way, the entire dojo was pierced by the sword intent from the front to the end, and was divided into two by the shaking of the earth.

Duan Jingsheng was sweating profusely, and the breeze blew his body cold.

The audience was silent.

Lin Qiubai held the sword and lowered his eyebrows and sighed, vaguely lonely: "I haven't drawn the sword for a long time, I made a mistake."

Duan Jingsheng's face turned pale, and he stared at the young man in horror, as if he was seeing some unimaginable horror. Now he no longer dared to underestimate the person in front of him, and took out a talisman from his storage bag, which contained the man he had painstakingly contracted with. More than a hundred beast spirits and fierce ghosts, this is also his biggest trump card. When he encountered countless dangers, he used the talisman to save the day, and in turn, he killed those who threatened him.

It can be seen that he really felt the threat, otherwise he would not have exposed it with great fanfare at this time.

On the competition stage, the magic weapon could not be restrained, after all the magic weapon itself was also one of the chances, the people in the audience knew that Duan Jingsheng was cornered, but they didn't say anything unfair.

The ban on the talisman was lifted, and the beast spirits and ghosts came out in full force.

In an instant, the big competition stage was crowded and bound by the contract. They all tore towards Lin Qiubai under Duan Jingsheng's order, and the hearts of the people next to them gradually became aroused.

Duan Jingsheng really wanted Lin Qiubai to die, and he did it again and again, mainly because Lin Qiubai seemed to never be able to make it to the top. In the Xianzong competition, he wanted to keep the top position at any cost. He couldn't do it no matter what. Let Lin Qiubai overwhelm him in such a high-profile occasion, it will make his life worse than death.

The next scene, no one dared to forget until many years later until they died of old age.

There are also many people who regret not being able to see with their own eyes——

On one side of the jade platform, a young man in scarlet clothes stood far away on the steps. He slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be stars floating in his eyes. When he raised his eyes, his eyelids were as clear as water like a jade plate in the sky. The wind and the stars cut off hundreds of raging ghosts and evil spirits on the stage.

No one present was deeply shocked, Duan Jingsheng was terrified, he thought that together with Fu Ling, he should be able to take Lin Qiubai's life, but he didn't expect that so many distracted ghosts were strangled and eliminated in an instant.

Lin Qiubai: "Do you have any other tricks?"

Duan Jingsheng was very heartbroken. These spirit ghosts were all contracted by him after a lot of hard work. Now he wished he could swallow Lin Qiubai alive. ! ?

Yes, it must be the blessing of the divine soldier!

He forgot that he was in full view, and stared at the person in front of him with resentment and resentment: "You have Tai'a sword, it's not fair!"

There was an uproar in the audience, most of the monks present believed that Duan Jingsheng was an elegant gentleman, he usually dealt with people calmly, that's why he won the reputation of "Master Jade Sword", but now his expression of resentment and resentment was completely different, like a pile of stones. A thousand layers of waves were startled, and a heated discussion was aroused in the audience.

"The magical weapon itself is a kind of chance, Duan Jingsheng can't afford to lose?"

"Duan Jingsheng himself is a high-grade spirit sword. He didn't call it unfair to the monk who was holding an ordinary magic weapon before, right? What a double standard."

"That's because it's in his favor, how could he say it's unfair."

"According to Duan Jingsheng, all the magic weapons with spirit beasts are unfair!?"

……

The disciples of Han Tianzong hurriedly explained to everyone that Duan Jingsheng had encountered a bottleneck recently, so he was in a bad mood. I hope everyone can forgive me and don’t take it to heart. How can a beast and a divine weapon be the same concept!? The divine weapon itself is unbalanced!"

Before, he said convincingly that the divine weapon would be useless if it fell into Lin Qiubai’s hands, and it was still lingering in everyone’s ears, but now seeing that Duan Jingsheng was at a disadvantage, he immediately changed his words, everyone’s expression was dismissive, and he still shouted loudly No one answered.

The orange-clothed monk's emotional voice was impassioned, and of course Lin Qiubai heard it too.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he put away the Tai'a sword and replaced it with a long sword that can be seen everywhere: "Is this fair?"

The senior faintly sensed that something was wrong, and advised Duan Jingsheng in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Don't act rashly, if you really can't do it, just admit defeat, your soul can't bear the second time to go crazy."

How could Duan Jingsheng listen to it, only Lin Qiubai dared to put away Tai Ah in his eyes, he must seize the opportunity to save face, he sneered in his heart: "Fair." After the words fell, he pinched the law and flew over A sword pierced without warning.

The monks were slightly taken aback, and immediately fell to the bottom of his senses. Lin Qiubai still stood there, with a very indifferent expression, rubbing the uneven hilt of his sword with his fingertips: "It's over."

A sword came to the east, and the cold light condensed on the tip of the sword and shot straight at the bullfight. The sword was extremely slow and fast, so slow that everyone could clearly see every movement, and so fast that the accident happened without knowing how it happened, just like a breeze blowing away the cover When the sword comes out, it looks like a bright moon piercing through the clouds, and the entire vast dojo is instantly illuminated by the sword.

——Put your heart in Zhaoyue, and the sword is boundless.

No one in Shangqingshan knows that Han Linxiao's little disciple is so talented that he can copy all the sword moves in one glance, and he has read all the sword books of Jiange, and he started to learn when he was building the foundation. He studied his own sword moves independently, and created thousands of new sword moves when he committed suicide, most of which were included in Jiange for later disciples to learn and choose.

Sword cultivators generally have the same problem, that is, it is really hard to imagine what the pinnacle of swordsmanship is?

Now they know that, holding an ordinary long sword in their hands, but arousing the creation of Taoism is infinite, comparable to the bright moon, and its light reaches Tai'a.In the sword intent that illuminated the sky like day, Duan Jingsheng's sword intent was so insignificant in comparison that it made people laugh.

Lin Qiubai practiced Wuji swordsmanship.

And he himself stands at the peak of the Promise.

Lin Qiubai's long hair fluttered in the wind, and Duan Jingsheng's eyes were wide open. His natal spirit sword, which had been honed through the treasures of heaven and earth, hit the sword and broke in two.

Fall silent.

The whole place was also silent.

Duan Jingsheng's eyes were full of disbelief, he took two steps back slowly, bent over and opened his mouth to spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The senior was furious in his sea of ​​consciousness: "This deity has long advised you to do what you can!"

Duan Jingsheng was still not reconciled: "Senior, if I beg you to take action, what are our chances of winning?"

The senior was silent and did not answer.

Duan Jingsheng immediately understood that the chances of the senior to stop Lin Qiubai were not great.

Duan Jingsheng's heart and blood on the natal spirit sword are connected with his soul, and the damage of the natal spirit sword caused his soul to be severely damaged. He knelt down on the ground in an unsteady posture, bleeding from his abdominal cavity, and even his eyes were covered with a thin layer of blood mist. His bloodshot eyes stared viciously at the young man who looked down at him.

When Lin Qiubai put away his sword, he also put away his divine light.

He was condescending, looking down at Duan Jingsheng who was kneeling on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his eyes seemed to have thick ink that people could not distinguish clearly: "You took the secret method of cultivation from my cave, if you don't practice the second half, what will happen?" Do you know the consequences?"

Duan Jingsheng didn't say a word, but stared at him with resentment and hatred.

The monk in orange clothes was the closest to the competition stage, and ran up to the competition stage in spite of violating the regulations, wanting to send some panacea to Duan Jingsheng.

But what he doesn't know is that he is the panacea himself.

When the orange-clothed monk leaned over to ask his health, a string in Duan Jingsheng's mind suddenly broke. He suddenly recalled the pleasure of sucking the monk's spiritual energy away from Tu Fushan that day, just like the poison attached to the bone. The bottom of my heart kept tempting him.

The senior is still very sober, and reminded him: "Don't do anything outrageous under the eyes of everyone!"

Duan Jingsheng couldn't restrain the temptation, and moved his bloodshot eyes to the orange-clothed monk. The orange-clothed monk thought he had attracted Duan Jingsheng's attention, and moved closer with an ecstatic smile on his face. Some, but his expression suddenly changed in the next second, and Duan Jingsheng reached out and grabbed his throat tightly, continuously squeezing the spiritual energy in his purple mansion.

The aura was sucked away alive without stopping, the orange-clothed monk vomited blood and scratched his neck vigorously, his throat bone made the sound of lingering gasps.

The golden elixir in his belly kept shrinking, and finally disappeared, all of which became Duan Jingsheng's nourishment.

Contrary to his horrible convulsions, Duan Jingsheng's pale cheeks are gradually turning red again.

The orange-clothed cultivator's eyes popped out, and he couldn't rest in peace.

He had just arrived at the early stage of Golden Core cultivation, and Duan Jingsheng absorbed it all in a blink of an eye, and was thrown aside like a litter, his whole body shriveled and unrecognizable.

This scene caused an uproar in the audience.

In their eyes, Duan Jingsheng, the proud son of heaven, is extremely talented, has a bright future, and is admired by everyone for his noble and innocent conduct.

This is the real magic method!

Everyone was terrified, and even the many fairies who had been in love with Duan Jingsheng who had shouted for Duan Jingsheng all changed their colors. At this moment, everyone came to their senses. Some even thought it was a hallucination, but they looked around and found other people The expressions were shock and fear, and they knew that what happened in front of them was real, and some people even screamed in disbelief.

Duan Jingsheng's face was calm, his eyes were scarlet, and his temple hair was slightly disheveled. He stood up with his hands dangling, and looked at the young man in front of him with gloomy eyes, and asked word by word: "What do you mean by what you just said!?"

Lin Qiubai stood in the distance copying his hands, smiling calmly and unhurriedly: "The cheat book you found from my cave back then actually had a big loophole."

The secret book that Duan Jingsheng stole from the Baiyue fairy cave is the sword manual that he composes based on his comprehensive observation of Fengdu demon cultivators. The first half is just a first draft. If you can get the second half in the South China Sea and practice hard, you will achieve great success, but that opportunity was muddied by Lin Qiubai. Duan Jingsheng, who has only practiced the upper part of swordsmanship, has a fatal weakness.

When injured or emotionally disturbed, it is very easy to lose control and become obsessed or even absorb other people's cultivation.

To put it bluntly, Duan Jingsheng's fall to where he is today is all due to his theft of cheat books.

Under the stage of the competition, the disciples of the Zilang Sect saw this, and immediately described what happened to Tu Fushan to the monks present loudly and vividly. If they had not witnessed this incident with their own eyes as a foreshadowing, few people present would believe it, but now they are convinced No doubt, I was shocked and horrified when I heard it.

Hearing Zilangmen disciples say that Lin Qiubai is Immortal Baiyue, everyone's expressions suddenly became dreamy and dazed.

In fact, there have been faint rumors before, but everyone didn't take it to heart, thinking that this statement was too nonsense and laughed it off.

But now they suddenly discovered that this is very likely to be true——

"Immortal Baiyue, he is a character I didn't even dare to think of before, so it's Lin Qiubai?"

"It's obvious to all that Lin Qiubai owns the Tai'a Sword, not to mention if he is not Baiyue Xianjun, how can he explain that he can break the seal of the Demon Lord?"

"I don't know if you still remember the group music conference, the Baiyue Xianqin played with Yu Chuci, and Yu Chuci's spiritual root belonged to Lin Qiubai..."

As soon as someone mentioned it, all the monks suddenly realized as if they saw the blue sky through the clouds and mists, and their gazes gradually became hot and longing when they looked at the people on the stage.

At this time, several elders who were highly respected and cultivated in the jury were moved. Duan Jingsheng, as the former Immortal Chief, dared to suck the cultivation of others in public.

They all shot together and took the man down without any effort.

Duan Jingsheng was detained and knelt down by the elders of Transcending Tribulation Period, a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he spat on his front. He also stared at Lin Qiubai ignorantly and ferociously.

The fairies of the young girl Huaichun were all disillusioned, and the disciples of the Han Tianzong, including the suzerain, couldn't sit still at the table. Their entire sect was Duan Chui, and they always followed Duan Jingsheng's lead.

"Jing Sheng just went mad and is definitely not a demon cultivator. Elder Zhai Lin, don't be too judgmental!"

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Duan just made a mistake in his practice and lost his mind."

"Jing Shengzhai has a kind heart, so it's impossible for him to intentionally hurt someone."

……

At this time, most people in the audience finally reacted, and were deeply shocked by Han Tianzong's dismissive and dismissive attitude. In the past, they were unaware of the halo of the fairy head, and only occasionally felt that Han Tianzong's internal cohesion was very weak. Strong, but now they suspect that the whole Han Tianzong is Duan Jingsheng's brainless bragging. Obviously some monks were sucked dry by him, and they kicked them away as if they hadn't seen them, and only cared about Duan Jingsheng. This is like a miasma! ?

Surrounded by people from the Han Tianzong who asked about their coldness and warmth, Duan Jingsheng was supported with a pale face, staring at Lin Qiubai with tearing eyes.

Lin Qiubai raised the corners of his lips and gave him a slight smile.

The expression on Duan Jingsheng's face suddenly changed. Elder Zhai Lin frowned and was about to speak, when Duan Jingsheng suddenly opened his eyes wide and let out a heart-piercing howl.

Because of his practice problems, he went crazy one after another, and his soul couldn't bear it, and it began to collapse. This kind of severe pain in which his soul was torn apart between being torn apart, extraordinary people can bear it. He was about to go crazy in pain. Shouting with chills down the spine, lying on the ground rolling all over the floor tremblingly, "Senior, help me!"

The members of Han Tianzong were all frightened and paralyzed.

The soul seemed to be torn apart by an invisible big hand. Duan Jingsheng's eyes were protruding and he raised his head and desperately scratched and kicked in mid-air. Inch by inch, it was broken and turned into powder. His cultivation base collapsed and lost during the distraction period, and he was completely reduced to a mortal in a blink of an eye.

His mind and soul are wounded, and it is impossible for him to embark on the immortal journey in this life.

Besides, all the meridians in his body were broken, and he was afraid that he would be paralyzed on the bed forever, completely useless.

Duan Jingsheng passed out from great pain and grief.

While everyone was sighing, a wisp of gray-white smoke floated from Duan Jingsheng's wrist bracelet, floating in mid-air, faintly outlining a feminine and thin face. White huge snake tail.

All the immortals were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped. This Jingsheng is really a treasure, and there is a strange soul hidden in the bracelet.

Yuanshen's expression is also very ugly. He himself is a thousand-year-old snake demon transformed into a human form, and he is eager to cultivate immortality and ascend. Duan Jingsheng and Duan Jingsheng signed a contract, so he has a place to live.

However, now that Duan Jingsheng committed suicide, his cultivation base was completely torn apart, he had no choice but to break the contract in order not to be implicated, so he had no choice but to expose himself.

Lin Qiubai was also slightly surprised, and gave a soft "Huh".

The primordial spirit has no body exposed to the world, and it may dissipate at any time. He immediately wanted to find a new body, and his eyes gradually locked on Lin Qiubai. This person is very suitable, he is proud and natural To pick someone with a bright future, although he is not sure that he can beat Lin Qiubai, but relying on his ability alone, it shouldn't be a problem.

His intentions were too obvious.

First, he probed with his spiritual sense, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and pierced Lin Qiubai's eyebrows.

Lin Qiubai thought to himself, as expected, those who hang out with people like Duan Jingsheng are a nest of snakes and rats, the one will revenge theft and plant them, and the other will live in his body as soon as they meet, they are really gangsters.

Yuanshen froze halfway through the rush.

He found that Lin Qiubai was wearing a pendant on his chest, circulating the ancient and complicated Taoism, which turned into an impenetrable net, protecting people properly, and he was so embarrassed that he was stuck in the air if he couldn't move forward.

All the monks of the Immortal Sect looked at each other, digging their toes in embarrassment.

Yuanshen was taken aback, and wondered where Lin Qiubai came from, there were so many messy treasures, but the exquisite and mysterious sword intent left by Han Linxiao on the pendant had been aroused, and the overwhelming sword intent was merciless with majestic power Attacking, Yuanshen screamed, and before he could retreat in time, he was smashed into pieces by the sword intent.

The monks of Xianzong could not help but gasp.

At this time, there was a sword light flying in mid-air. The person who came was dressed in white and snow robe with sleeves like cloud waves, with black hair pinned behind his head, and a sword hanging from his waist. The cold Linxiao.

The coercion was overwhelming, like a majestic mountain leaning on the top, all the monks present were terrified, and their eyes were full of astonishment.

But Lin Qiubai approached briskly and put his hand on the opponent's palm: "Master."

The author has something to say: Note: Adapted from Ming Shencai's "The Story of a Thousand Gold·The Banquet": Tai Ah first came out of the box, and the light shot the bullfighting cold.