I'll be the villain. [Putting through the book]

"Sword Master." Lingfeng walked up to the white jade sword wiping platform with his sword in his arms, and bowed to Shen Zhuo.

Holding the iron sword in both hands, Shen Zhuo pointed the tip of the sword at the ground, and also bowed to Lingfeng.

Then, the figures of the two flashed, and it was impossible to see who moved first, only chaotic and sharp sword lights flashed on the sword wiping platform, and the two people who were fighting had turned into two afterimages.

"What a fast sword!" The sword repairer under the stage exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine. It's nothing if the sword master can use such powerful swordsmanship without spiritual power. I didn't expect the swordsmanship of Lingfeng sword master to be not weak. It's really a formidable young man."

"What!" A sword cultivator who had just entered the Tao opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "It doesn't use spiritual power? But I can't see anything clearly."

"Your cultivation base is still too shallow, and you will be able to see it clearly after you have cultivated to two sword patterns."

On the high platform, Luo Yucheng faintly heard the conversation of the sword cultivators below the stage, and looked up at the demon scolding: "Aren't they using their spiritual power?"

Chou Mo looked at him, frowned slightly, and questioned: "You can't even see this?"

When Luo Yucheng heard this, it was as if someone had slapped her, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.

Suddenly, the sword light stopped on the sword wiping platform.

Shen Zhuo stood still facing the wind, swung the iron sword in his hand, and a string of blood drops fell to the ground.

Lingfeng clutched his chest and fell to the ground.

"You are not my opponent, go down." Shen Zhuo said.

Lingfeng stood up staggeringly, and was about to speak when a desk flew towards him.

Shen Zhuo frowned and raised his hand.The flying table case touched a powerful spiritual barrier, where did it come from, and where did it go back.

"Ah!" Luo Yucheng was knocked into the air by the flying table, and it took him a while to get up from the ground.

"Shen Zhuo!" Luo Yu supported his injured leg, limped and jumped to wipe the sword platform, staring at Shen Zhuo angrily.

Shen Zhuo didn't turn his head back.A powerful spiritual pressure struck, Luo Yucheng almost knelt on the ground.

Repelling the demon sensed that something was wrong, and stepped forward to support Luo Yucheng in time.

Luo Yucheng was supported by Demon Repelling, barely standing still.He shifted his gaze to Lingfeng and scolded angrily: "Are you playing house? Use all your spiritual power. If you can't win today, you should know what will happen to you."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.Everyone felt that the posture of the young master of Yijiange Pavilion was too embarrassing.

Yi Sanxiu said indignantly: "Yi Jiange is using the monks under his sect as slaves. If you change to another sect, even the suzerain would not dare to speak to the sword cultivator with eight sword patterns like this."

"Hey, what's the use of saying this?" The one-year-old monk shook his head and sighed, "It's just a willingness to fight and another willingness to suffer."

Wiping the sword platform, Lingfeng raised the corners of his lips slightly when he heard the words, and said coldly: "I would like to obey the command of the young pavilion master!" He raised the Hanshuang sword and released his spiritual power.

The majestic spiritual power gushed out instantly, like a hurricane sweeping across the entire sword wiping platform.

"The medicine is so strong?" Chamo was a little puzzled. Seeing that many high-ranking monks were overturned by this spiritual power flow, he immediately built a spiritual power barrier in front of him to protect Luo Yucheng behind him.

"No, no, no! Don't block, don't block!" For some reason, Luo Yucheng became excited when he saw such a powerful force released by Lingfeng.He grabbed Demon Exorcist's hand and said almost excitedly: "Let it come, let it come! Let me feel this powerful spiritual power!"

"This spiritual power flow is too strong, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist it."

"It's okay, it's okay." Luo Yucheng's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said excitedly: "That's what we want. Let me feel it quickly! Come on!"

At the end of the conversation, Luo Yucheng was obviously impatient.The voice was short and high, and broke in an instant.

Exorcist frowned.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Luo Yucheng kept urging, clutching the demon's hand tightly.

Not knowing what kind of whim Luo Yucheng had, he waved his hand and removed the spiritual power barrier.

A powerful flow of spiritual power struck, and Luo Yucheng was instantly thrown into the air. After spinning in the air for three and a half times, the vain shell fell heavily to the ground.

Repelling Demon shook his head helplessly, and was about to help.

Luo Yucheng fell to the ground and laughed loudly.

"Good good!"

"This is too strong!"

"too strong!"

Repelling the demon frowned, and immediately looked around.Fortunately, the monks in the audience were all attracted by the two people on the sword wiping platform, and did not notice the strangeness here.

He walked quickly to Luo Yucheng's side, lifted him up and pushed him back to the main seat, and reprimanded him in a low voice: "Why are you so crazy, do you still remember that you are the young master of Yijiange Pavilion?"

Luo Yucheng raised his head, grinned, his eyes flashed red, "Of course I remember, I am not only the Master of the Young Pavilion, but also the Master of the Sword Sect!"

"It's good to know." Chimo raised his hand, brushed the dust off Luo Yucheng's back, and reminded: "Be careful with your words and deeds."

"Repel the devil," Luo Yucheng whispered suddenly, "Do you believe it or not, I will trample the entire fairy gate under my feet?"

Chou Mo thought he had heard it wrong, and it took him a while to hold back his smile, and said contemptuously, "Practice diligently, and dream less."

"You don't believe me?" Luo Yucheng smiled and lowered his head.He took out the Essence Essence from his bosom and kept rubbing it in the palm of his hand.

Repelling the devil and raising his forehead, he reminded: "Look at the sword patterns on your cuffs. Don't think that hiding them can change the fact that you have two sword patterns."

"Heh." Luo Yucheng sneered, turned his face away, and thought happily: It's okay, you won't see that day anyway.

On the sword stand, Shen Zhuo glanced at Lingfeng's cuffs, and said calmly: "This is not the spiritual power that the eight sword patterns should have."

"Indeed, I should have nine sword patterns now." Holding up the spiritual power, Lingfeng walked towards Shen Zhuo, and said in a low voice, "But who told you to defeat Jianzong like this. If you defeat Jianzong now, Jianzong will also do it now." Do that."

"But even so, you are still not my opponent."

"Is the sword master too confident?" Lingfeng was a little dissatisfied.

Shen Zhuo raised his eyes and pointed out the problem: "The cultivation level improved by medicine can't last long at all."

"Jian Zong even noticed this?" Lingfeng was a little surprised, "It's a pity, after all, you underestimated Jian Zong's determination to defeat you."

After Lingfeng finished speaking, he suddenly sacrificed his natal spirit sword.

The Hanshuang sword was suspended in the air, and a hazy ice mist appeared around it, and the temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant.The purer and more majestic spiritual power poured into the sword owner's body continuously from the spirit sword.

The ice fog spread, and the world seemed to be frozen.The sight was blocked by the mist, and the surroundings were silent for a moment, and the sound of ice crystals condensing made the scalp tingle.

a while.

"what happened!"

"What a strong spiritual power. What's going on here?"

"This is impossible! The spirit wind only has eight sword patterns, how can it release powerful spirit power!"

"Shen Zhuo!"

"Hahahaha, good!"

Various voices sounded from the audience.

Shen Zhuo looked at Hanshuangjian, frowned slightly, and suddenly asked, "Where's your sword spirit?"

Lingfeng looked at him with very sad eyes, "Does the sword master know how to transform spirit marrow?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhuo shook his head slowly.

……

"Shen Zhuo!" Yu Lu walked through the icy fog and came to Shen Zhuo's side.

Shen Zhuo looked at Yu Lu, and suddenly reached out to him.

Without words, Yu Lu understood the sword master's thoughts, and he turned into the body of the sword and returned to Shen Zhuo's hands.

Shen Zhuo held the natal spirit sword, and the spiritual pressure around his body suddenly increased.The icy mist covering the sword wiping platform was evaporated in an instant.

The drizzle fell from the sky, and everyone saw the sword master standing in the center of the white jade sword wiping platform holding a blood-red sword.

"what happened?"

"Is it over?"

"Who's winning?"

"Where's Lingfeng?"

For a while, everyone was puzzled.

Luo Yucheng also stood up from the main seat. He looked towards the sword wiping platform, his face was a little ugly, and he asked the demon: "Is the fight over? Where is Lingfeng?"

"The fight hasn't started yet. Lingfeng is on the stage." Rebuked the demon.

Luo Yucheng immediately felt relieved.

If Lingfeng can't defeat Shen Zhuo with Shanghua Spirit Essence, wouldn't his dream of ascension be shattered?

Luo Yucheng looked at the sword wiping platform and suddenly became nervous.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and Lingfeng holding a Hanshuang sword suddenly appeared behind Shen Zhuo.

"Ah!" Everyone held their breath and focused, watching Hanshuang sword approaching Shen Zhuo.And Shen Zhuo didn't seem to notice.

"Jian Zun is about to lose!" Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

Luo Yucheng's pupils dilated, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

kill him!

"Kill him!" Luo Yucheng suddenly ran forward and shouted at Lingfeng: "Kill him!"

"kill……"

Before the third kill could be said, the chill suddenly turned and hit him.

"Be careful!" Seeing that Lingfeng actually turned to attack Luo Yucheng at the last moment, Ban Mo immediately flew forward to rescue Luo Yucheng.

He flew to Luo Yucheng and blocked Lingfeng's fatal blow for him.

Frost condensed from the fingertips and climbed to the arms.

"Why!" Exorcism glared at Lingfeng, "Why did you rebel?"

Lingfeng sneered: "Go to hell and ask the King of Hades!" A stronger force attacked the demon.

Exorcising the demon immediately gathered spiritual power in the palm of his hand, the entangled ice was shattered, countless sword qi exploded, and the incoming ice sword turned into ice crystals and fell.

After doing this again and again, the disciples of Yijiange under the field also came to their senses, saw the situation clearly, and drew their swords one after another to support and repel the demons.

"Prepare for battle!"

"Array!"

Countless disciples of the Sword Sect took off with their swords into the sky and formed a sky-covering sword net, ready to besiege and kill Lingfeng who was fighting alone.

"what happened?"

"The spirit wind betrayed? Why?"

The casual cultivators off the field were very confused.

"Don't worry about it, run away. This is Yijiange's lore formation. Once the sword formation is completed, no matter who it is, it will be strangled." An experienced casual cultivator saw the way and hurriedly called everyone to flee for their lives.

Everyone stopped staying and withdrew from Yijiange one after another.

After a while, the lore sword formation formed.

The chief sword cultivator waved his sword and shouted: "Kill!"

Countless spirit swords flew towards the spirit wind.

The spirit wind does not withdraw, does not hide, does not evade, and still wholeheartedly fights against the demon.

"That's enough, stop!" The demon scolded and reminded: "You will die!"

Lingfeng didn't listen, and attacked him intently.

The sword array fell and was about to cover the spirit wind.

Repelling the devil squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed past.

The falling tens of thousands of spirit swords were blocked by Shen Zhuo.The approaching battle stopped above Lingfeng Sanchi's head, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

Numerous spirit swords form a desolate and stern background.Standing against the background, Lingfeng slowly raised his head.

"Jun Moling, you should worry about yourself."

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