Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal

In the second round, the sword pool roared.

end,

First, ye Qingcheng, 489 feet.

Second place, Bai Lang, 473 Zhang.

Third, Xiao Zhaizi, 301 Zhang.

Some unknown handsome sword repair, 123 feet.

Hundreds of teenagers, teenagers, also walked within a hundred feet.

And after the public withdrew from the Qingming sword pool, millions of swords continued to sing

But right now,

A total of 336 young girls, led by their elders, joined Qingming sword pool and Donghai sword sect.

At that moment,

In the eyes of some earth immortals, the Qi of the sword cultivation world soared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But what people look forward to is

The third round of smashing,

What will the final sword repair do?

………………

Late night rest.

Xu Xian sat in the pavilion and didn't dare to lead Nie Lu, whose eyes were not right, to the house.

"If only Nie Jianzhu had something to say, I'm worried that you stare at me like this." Xu Xian almost grasped the handle of the sword and said if you were a sister, I wouldn't say anything.

After all, sister Jian Xiu knows the Kung Fu of grinding an iron pestle into a needle. His bones are so bad that he can't stand it

But you, a middle-aged and old uncle,

Well, forget it.

"Good fellow," Nie Peng suddenly patted him on the shoulder, his fingers slightly pinched and seemed to touch his bones. He immediately said, "I'm out of my sight. What kind of God are you

You are both martial arts and Taoism, and you are a land fairy? "

Xu Xian broke away from the big hand and said suspiciously, "didn't master tell you all my cards?"

"Hey, your master just told me that he would send a younger generation who hasn't poked yet to help the sword cultivation world." Nie Fei's sword eyebrows slightly turned up and said happily:

"It's mainly because your Qi gathering skill is so strange that I didn't find out your depth."

"The sword master laughed..." Xu Xian raised her eyebrows. If I can be easily known by outsiders, how can I mix in the cultivation world in the future?

"I came here mainly to ask... What did the giant sword virtual shadow tell you?" Nie Zhen felt a little uneasy.

Others don't know what the virtual shadow of the giant sword is,

But he, the sword master selected by the sword pool, was like a mirror in his heart.

That is clearly the sword spirit produced by millions of swords. It not only has the sense of autonomy, but also has the ability to choose the sword owner.

Ah, this

Although the identity of Qingming sword master is not very important.

But he has been the sword master for so many years. If he lets the younger generation rub on the edge of the sword pool, he will abdicate.

He'll have to shout "sword master" at Xu Xian in the future. It's too embarrassing.

"Well, Nie Jianzhu can rest assured. I haven't paid attention to the position of Jianzhu." Xu Xian heard the meaning of his words and quickly explained.

This kind of thing must be explained.

Otherwise, it's not equivalent to running through the door. My sister-in-law's wife suddenly wants to divorce her original partner and elope with herself?

"HMM..." Nie Jianzhu nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm???"

Nie Zhen reacted. He stared at Xu Xian fiercely, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "let's not mention the problem of giant sword

I just want to ask, what's your actual combat experience?

Are you sure you can defeat Ye Qingcheng, who is from wangxianzong? "

Xu Xian thought deeply and thought carefully: "don't hide from Nie Jianzhu, I don't have an absolute grasp of the enemy who hasn't fought, but I can only do my best."

Hiss, he has no confidence... Nie Peng sighed, but he can't be blamed.

You can even say,

Xu Xian can achieve the current step and has supported the sword cultivation world.

Nie Zhen touched his chin, vaguely feeling something wrong, and asked, "you said that the enemies who haven't fought are not sure

How many enemies have you fought? "

This question,

Immediately let Xu Xian fall into meditation.

Hundreds?

More than that,

Tens of thousands?

It doesn't seem that much.

I can't find the key

Nie Fei sighed again when he saw that he was so hesitant. No wonder you are not famous in the cultivation world. You have no practical experience and have been secretly practicing Kendo?

And Xu Shusheng was about to speak

Nie Peng patted him on the shoulder again: "no problem, no problem. Even if you don't have any actual combat experience, your cultivation is good, and your combat power will not be weak.

At that time, even if ye Qingcheng's hand is defeated, it will not hurt.

Originally, I thought you just need to hand out a handsome sword and then admit defeat. "

"HMM..." Xu Xian looked at Nie Zhen deeply.

He wanted to know whether he knew his cards or didn't?

Otherwise, how could he think that he was only going to make a sword?

But then again

The third round is not a dead fight.

If the sword is too strong, it will be ye Qingcheng's soft and weak body. Can she really resist it?

Maybe you'll get hurt and lie on the ground?

Even if she doesn't do well, she can't get up on the ground and deceive herself again!

In this regard,

Xu Xian was more or less uneasy. He didn't know if he was going to hurt someone. Did he have to pay his own medical expenses.

in general,

No money, no life!

………………

The third day of Qingming sword pool.

The third round of "fighting" of the sword repair event has reached the third stage.

Because of this smashing, there are only two sides, namely wangxianzong and Baidi city.

This means that ye Qingcheng and Bai Lang have to fight with the two sword practitioners respectively. After the victory is decided, they are fighting each other for the third time.

The last person left can fight against Xu Xian.

Without any surprise, ye Qingcheng and Bai Lang won two sword repair representatives respectively

At this moment, a third battle is being held between the former.

The scene was once very intense.

Xu Xian also watched with relish.

……

In the field.

Bai Lang was dressed in a black martial suit and his whole body was full of high anger. He was the center of the martial arts wave and kept pouring in all directions.

If there were not array blessings in the martial arts practice field of Qingming sword pool, the green stone brick at the foot would be broken into something now.

"Come again." The white wave shouted angrily.

Bang——

He popped up like a shell and turned into a black light. With the continuous sound explosion, he killed Ye Qingcheng again.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom——

Every punch and foot is a sonic boom, and the visible air waves continue to spread outward.

And the fist turned into a virtual shadow all over the sky seems to tear the whole sky.

Such a scene,

It really made many friars feel the fear of the vulgar martial artist again.

That is

If you don't have some means, don't be close.

Otherwise, if you go directly, you can't even leave a last word.

However,

Ye Qingcheng is not only born immortal, but also has an unparalleled physical body. What she is best at is overcoming hardness with softness.

In addition, her magic weapon is a soft and long long Aya, even in the face of endless boxing.

Her long hair was still floating, and she waved long Aya in a whirling way, dispersing all those fists.

But the White Emperor has such a great reputation in the Jianghu and cultivation circles, but it is not only a matter of realm, but the key is his white Emperor thirteen hammers!

In a sense.

Although today's White Emperor can only hammer thirteen fists

But according to some rumors, when the White Emperor can hammer the 14th fist.

He didn't go to a higher level, just the moment Jinxian fell.

At this point,

Just listen to the white wave.

When you punch, your strength is continuous, and one punch is stronger than another!

Suddenly, everyone in the audience changed dramatically, but they didn't know how many punches Bai Lang could hit.

But if you let him hit the tenth punch

Even ye Qingcheng, a land immortal, might fall without Nie's protection.

Two interest.

Five fists.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom——

Five thunder blasts in a row, and the mighty fist Gang almost broke Ye Qingcheng's magic weapon, and forced her to explode back dozens of feet.

After three interest rates.

Four more punches.

There was a loud bang.

Ye Qingcheng's magic weapon is broken.

Her whole body was directly hammered out a hundred feet away by the ninth fist, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

However,

At the moment when Bai Lang clenched his teeth and tried his best to hammer out the tenth fist

Ye Qingcheng was full of fingers.

Shua——

Under the control of Ye Qingcheng, the sky Long Ling, who had been broken to the ground, gathered together again. Taking advantage of the white wave's distraction, he not only broke his fist, but also entangled his body.

Let it roll on the ground like a loach

Because Bai Lang's mouth is also entangled by magic weapons, he can only send out unwilling "dirty, you cheat..."

Nie Zhen, as the host, naturally stood up at this time, walked to him with fairness and justice, and counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

"In the third round of fighting, Wang Xianzong and ye Qingcheng won."

Shua.

The soft and long white Ling came back to Ye Qingcheng again and wrapped around him again.

Bai Lang jumped to his feet and shouted, "Nie Jianzhu, this little lady is cheating. I didn't do my best. She still plays tricks with me..."

Ye Qingcheng frowned and glanced at him. He didn't want to say another word.

"It's a fight, not a family fight. If you lose now, you'll lose. Won't you just call back next time?" Nie Peng patted him on the shoulder. His mouth seemed comforting, but in fact he hoped that the two forces had better tear it up directly.

But the LSP of Bai Lang obviously won't be as he wants.

After taking a few deep breaths, he lost a few eyes on Ye Qingcheng and walked aside without saying more.

In this situation.

Nie intended to give the winner a rest before the next battle.

But ye Qingcheng didn't leave the martial arts field at all. He immediately said, "there's no need to rest. Let's go to the next one."

"Qingcheng..." elder Wang Tian tried to dissuade him.

"You really don't have to rest?" Nie asked a question against his heart.

"No."

"OK." As soon as Nie's voice fell, he didn't wait for him to turn back and shake people.

Xu Xian has already crossed a hundred feet and moved to the martial arts arena.

This moment.

All eyes.

Everyone turned their attention to the last axle sword Xiu.

And ye Qingcheng looked at him deeply and said slowly, "I don't know this Taoist friend, what's your name?"

What's his name

This is a question that everyone is very curious about.

Xu Xian raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "if you can stop my sword, I'll tell you... What's my name."

Once you say that.

Many disciples of Wangxian sect were immediately angry.

A sword?

Who do you look down on?

Even if our eldest martial sister stands still, you can fight hundreds of times without anything.

Ye Qingcheng nodded very seriously and said with a smile, "OK, very good."

Man, you are really interested in this girl now.

She has never met such arrogant contemporaries since she was so old.

But the man's words made her very comfortable

Maybe

This is the person with beautiful heart, can he say such words?

so

Xu Xian raised her hand

The tetanus sword is out of its sheath.

Buzzing——

This is not a sword,

This is, all the long swords in the whole Qingming sword pool are singing in bursts.

With Xu Xian holding a long sword, he slowly pointed the sword tip at Ye Qingcheng

A sword

Two swords

Three swords

All the swords within a hundred miles pointed their tips at Ye Qingcheng uncontrollably.

The millions of long swords in the Qingming sword pool pointed the sword tip at the woman without anyone else's attention

At this time,

Heaven and earth change color,

Thousands of swords, like heaven!

After three interest rates,

Xu Xian ignored Ye Qingcheng with a blank face, and no longer looked at the audience who were already stupid. He just put the long sword back in its sheath and turned away.

But his voice came into everyone's ears.

"I'm just a sword repair."

"And every sword repair is me..."

"I only wish the world could cultivate swords sincerely, and everyone could tilt their swords like heaven."

"I only wish there were thousands of friars in the world, and everyone could step on the immortal door."

……

On this day,

Sword cultivation is as powerful as heaven!

On this day,

Xu Xian's words, like a brand, were deeply imprinted on the hearts of countless monks.

This,

Is that what our friars should say?

The competition of Qi transportation between just a few cultivation systems

Interesting?

What an atmosphere it is.

How natural and unrestrained.

This is the Sword Fairy!