Nine Realms Sword Master

Li Bu Ming was stunned.

Yan Feng took a breath.

Muqi over there looks stiff.

Nan Jianfei's strength is no worse than these ten men. He was originally used to lead the battle to test the people of the Tibetan dragon Academy. Once the situation was wrong, Muqi would immediately replace him. Unexpectedly, he said that the Fengshen feeling was tight, but he didn't make a move.

This is the rule. Once they stop the duel, Muqi will have a chance to make trouble, and the Tibetan dragon house will fall into a very serious crisis.

Li Muyun is forced to retreat. He raises another sword to resist, but he is still unable to resist. Zhang Qinghong easily breaks open his blade and stabs him in the throat...

Li Muyun's pupil enlarges several circles.

However, when Zhang Qinghong's sword was about to pierce Li Muyun's throat, she suddenly stopped.

"You are defeated." Zhang Qinghong said lightly.

"Yes, I did fail." Li Muyun opened his mouth and his voice was dry and hoarse.

"Then you go down and have someone else come up and compete with me." Zhang Qinghong road.

Li Muyun was stunned at the sound.

"You don't waste my accomplishments?"

"Why should I abolish your cultivation? You can have a duel. " Zhang Qinghong said lightly.

All of us were stunned by this remark.

All the people in the holy yard over there frown, especially Muqi, so long? That's just a talk. The purpose of the Shengyuan's visit is to abolish all the experts of the Tibetan dragon academy, but Zhang Qinghong actually goes against their wishes.

Li Muyun hugged his fist: "thank you very much."

Then he retreated.

White night couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the doubts that troubled me for many days finally had the answer.

Even though they have joined the holy yard, they have at least not forgotten their original intention...

"Zhang Qinghong, please step down!"

At this time, Muqi began to drink in a low voice.

Zhang Qinghong didn't insist and retreated.

Let's take a look at her, and then we'll take a look at her

When people heard this low cry, their hearts beat wildly.

The wind is carefree?

Does the holy yard let the wind carefree? How many others? Just for decoration? Ye Qian and Bai Zhi Xin have not yet made a move.

When Muqi called out the name of Feng Xiaoyao, Mo Jian, who had closed his eyes all the time, opened his eyes almost the first time.

Both of them are the first masters in their respective colleges, but they are only the first masters in the Academy, which can not represent the first masters of Wangdu. There will be a war between them sooner or later.

The wind is carefree, the body moves, the shadow flies, and instantly falls on the central open space. The whole body breath is not disordered, and the soul power does not overflow half a minute.

What an excellent body method!

"Come out." The wind is easy to drink.

The crowd automatically gives Mo Jian a way out and looks at him in unison.

Mo Jian took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Wait a minute!"

Just then, a voice came out.

It's a white night!

the Li Bu Ming, who dare not make a sound, suddenly has a heart attack. He turns his head, looks at him and says with a smile: "elder martial brother Li, the wind Xiaoyao of the holy courtyard has already played. According to the agreement you and I made before, shouldn't you go and repair him well?"

This word falls, all talent remembers before white night and Li buming agreement.

For a while, Li buming became the focus.

He was in a daze.

"What? Is elder martial brother Li buming, the second in the master list of Tibetan dragon academy, such a man full of nonsense and timid? It's really eye-catching today. " White night chuckles.

"It seems that elder martial brother Li is afraid of the wind

"Can you be afraid? Feng Xiaoyao is known as the crazy sword. It's impossible for ordinary people to compete with it. It's natural for elder martial brother Li to be afraid of him. "

Others whispered.

But these words no doubt stimulated to Li buming.

He gritted his teeth in secret and whispered, "don't think I'm really afraid of him! Go, go, go

The voice fell down, and no sound was heard. He leaped forward to the center.

Feng Xiaoyao looked at him and said, "you are not my opponent. Go down and let Mo sword come up!"

"The wind is carefree, don't be too crazy!" Li buming became angry: "you and I haven't played yet. How do you know I'm not your opponent? Today I will sacrifice my sword with your blood

"By you?" Feng Xiaoyao coldly hummed: "since you are so confident, I will give you a chance. If you can bear my sword! I will give you a chance to challenge me

"You look down on people! Don't say one sword, why ten swords He murmured.

Second in the list of masters, even if there is a gap between him and mojian's strength, it will not be too bad. Why can he take Mo Jian as an opponent and look down on him?At this moment, his hatred for wind Xiaoyao even surpasses the white night.

Feng Xiaoyao doesn't speak any more. He just stands there quietly. He doesn't see a sword on his body, but everyone who knows him well knows that he is a famous Jian Xiu.

Bang Dong!

A fierce spirit burst out.

Li buming sacrificed the power of the heaven soul!

The Panther spirit in the sky!

Quadruple sky! For many talents present, this is not a high-level spirit, but the Panther spirit is different.

The black leopard is swift and fierce. This kind of spirit is the swift and violent soul. With the sharp sword, it can play a very terrible power.

The title of "one sword shaking the capital of the king" is not made up in a random way.

Sonorous.

He pulled out his sword, and the blade pointed to the wind and carefree. The body of the sword was wrapped in black spirit, cold and sharp.

"Let's have the sword."

Wind Xiaoyao slightly closed his eyes, and his voice was indifferent.

"I will let you understand! I, Li buming, have the right to fight with you

Li buming stabs with a sword.

One sword is like black lightning. People open their eyes and dare not blink, but they find that the roar of a black leopard comes from their ears.

Whoa.

The spirit is blooming.

People around him kept retreating.

Even Yanfeng and Muqi's clothes and robes were blown by this spirit.

Bang!

The muffled sound broke out.

The spirit stopped suddenly.

People hold their breath and gaze up.

Just a glance, everyone was stunned.

Wind Xiaoyao is still proud and independent, however, close to his Li buming, has been defeated.

He stood in front of the wind Xiaoyao, he still held his sword, but his blade... But stabbed into his heart.

"What's going on? "Li buming he..."

"is the reverse Liangyi sword formula! At this time, Feng Xiaoyao's famous sword moves! Although he cultivates a sword, he is not worthy of it, because he usually only uses other people's sword! "

Someone else whispered.

In the white night, my eyes are fixed on the wind.

Between the electric light and the flint, he first used his soul power to break the fierce tianhunyuan force, and then reversed the Li buming's sword moves in a very strange way and sent the sword into his body.