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Sword Island, Icy Sword Pond. Sword Pond was no more than three square feet, but it reflected the starlight in the sky, as if all the stars in the sky had fallen into this small pond. In front of the pond, seven sharp swords were lined up side by side, all stuck into the ground. The light from the water and the starlight reflected off the swords.
In front of the swords, Ren Jiuxiao stood tall, handsome, tall and straight. His eyes were slightly closed, but his whole body exuded a fierce aura, even colder than the swords behind him.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, neither fast nor slow, but firm, loud in the silent night. When Ren Jiuxiao heard the footsteps, his eyes suddenly opened, emitting a threatening battle intent, the swords behind him also seemed to light up.
"I've waited for you for too long, finally!" Ren Jiuxiao waved his hand, the sword behind him flew into his palm. "Come! Let's fight! "The pond light flashed, starlight flashed, the swords changed into flying stars, cutting off the Milky Way. In an instant, it had already pierced the forehead of the approaching person.
The approaching person put his hands behind his back, not blocking or dodging, Ren Jiuxiao stopped between his eyebrows, a drop of bright red blood seeping out, the eerie sword light reflected the young and handsome face of the approaching person.
"I'm not here to fight you." Ying Feiyang's eyes were as cold as a lake. He said calmly, "Listen to me."
"What's the point of saying so much, between you and me, let's talk about it on the sword!" Ren Jiuxiao spat out the sword energy, Ying Feiyang's hair hanging in front of his forehead all flew back, the blood bead between his eyebrows grew from small to large, winding down along the side of his nose. Ying Feiyang's expression did not change, he smiled calmly, "I also wanted to fight you, but unfortunately I can't." He then stretched out his hand.
Ren Jiuxiao looked suspicious, he also stretched out his hand to meet Ying Feiyang's palm. As soon as he received the palm, Ren Jiuxiao's expression changed, his delicate face actually distorted with anger, he said angrily, "Your vital energy?"
Ying Feiyang forced a smile and said, "I ate something wrong. I won't be able to use it for the next two days." "Ying Feiyang! "You!" Ren Jiuxiao's anger exploded as he lightly spat out his palm, sending Ying Feiyang flying a few steps back.
"Since you can't fight with me, leave the sword behind and scram." Ren Jiuxiao suppressed his anger and said coldly. Ying Feiyang swallowed the blood in his throat and said, "What if I can let you fight to your heart's content?" Ren Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows as if he was moved. Ying Feiyang continued, "The grudges between us should not involve others. It's not easy for outer sect disciples to learn the sword, so why do you have to cut off their path to ascension?"
Ren Jiuxiao said coldly, "Their aptitude is insufficient, their temperament is unstable, and their physique is not good. They shouldn't even be wielding a saber or a sword. They should have cut off their infatuation long ago, so that they wouldn't be wasting their lives. If you want to rely on them to defeat me, you might as well give up early. It's not that I'm boasting, but even if they attacked together, they wouldn't be able to hurt me at all. "
Ying Feiyang laughed and said, "If that's the case, then do you believe that when they fight against you tomorrow, I'll give them a few pointers and they'll be reborn? If you lose a move or two, don't make things difficult for us and let us enter the pavilion. How about it?"
Ren Jiuxiao chuckled and said, "It sounds interesting. If they can really surprise me once, I don't mind letting them enter the pavilion." "It's just that …" Ren Jiuxiao's tone changed, and the ridicule in his eyes was replaced by dense anger. He looked straight at Ying Feiyang and said sternly, "Who do you think you are! Although they are useless, but when they face me with their swords, it's a battle of life and death. What about you? You're just standing at the back and moving your lips, and you want to bet on this life and death situation with your mouth? Ying Feiyang, you've lost your True Qi, and you've also lost your pride as a swordsman! "
Ying Feiyang's eyes turned cold when he heard this, and his sword-like gaze met Ren Jiuxiao's. His aura was not the slightest bit weaker, and he said, "You'll know what I'm going to bet tomorrow. When the time comes, I'll let you see that in terms of swordsmanship, I won't lose to you at all! I only ask you if you dare to accept today! "
Ren Jiuxiao laughed coldly like an owl and said, "Forget it, I've waited for two years, and I don't mind waiting for you for another day. Just don't disappoint me tomorrow." Then his gaze focused, and he said playfully, "So there's someone else coming, this does look a bit like it."
Ying Feiyang looked in the direction of his gaze, and a man steadily walked forward and appeared in front of him. His face was pale, and his hair was dry and yellow, as if he was sick, but his body was wrapped in a faint layer of fire. As he breathed in and out, the fire on his body flickered like a gust of wind, illuminating his face. It was Ming Ye. Ying Feiyang chuckled and said, "Just now you looked down on all the Outer Disciples. Now you can take back your words."
"It's too early to say that!" Ren Jiuxiao snorted, and then pointed his sword to the mountain rock in the distance, and said in a clear voice, "Trash over there, since you don't want to fight, and you don't want to retreat, then I'll let him cut the line first!"
Looking at the mountain rock over there, it was Nan Ba who walked out from the shadow of the mountain rock. His temperament was dispirited, his head drooped down, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of fiery red. He dragged his feet and walked to Ying Feiyang's side.
At this time, Ming Ye was already in front of him, but he ignored the crowd and walked straight along the stone road to the pavilion. Ren Jiuxiao's figure flashed, and he stopped in front of Ming Ye with his sword, saying, "I'll give you two choices. Go down the mountain with him, and tomorrow gather some defeated dogs to fight with me." Ren Jiuxiao pointed at Ying Feiyang. "Or, take ten of my sword strikes without falling." The sword in Ren Jiuxiao's hand trembled with excitement, reflecting the sparkling sword light on the pool.
The fire on Ming Ye's body grew stronger, but his eyes were still frighteningly cold. Ignoring Ren Jiuxiao, he held his sword in front of him and stepped on the stone road again. "There's only one way in front of me."
Just as the two of them were about to fight, Ying Feiyang turned his head and went down the mountain. Nan Ba was stunned for a moment, but then he followed and asked, "Aren't you going to watch the battle?" Ying Feiyang shook his head and said, "There's no need to watch the battle with a clear result. Otherwise, Ren Jiuxiao will say that I took the opportunity to spy on his sword." Ying Feiyang knew that Ming Ye had hidden his strength. Even though he was still inferior to Ren Jiuxiao, it was not difficult for him to take ten swords.
"Well … You really can't use your True Qi? "Nan Ba wanted to say something several times, but he finally made up his mind and asked. Since he had been exposed, there was no need to hide it anymore. Moreover, although Ying Feiyang had only met Nan Ba twice, he could see that although Nan Ba looked profligate and slippery, he was actually very loyal and would not have any evil intentions. He nodded and said, "Well, I can't use it for the time being. I will probably recover tomorrow."
Nan Ba gave a wry smile, looked at the sword in his hand and murmured, "So, this sword was really taken by force. Then I'd better return it to you." Nan Ba handed the sword in his hand to Ying Feiyang. Ying Feiyang was stunned and said, "What are you doing? It's your lucky chance to get the Heaven and Earth Jades. Besides, I also have a sword."
Nan Ba shook his head and sighed. "I'd better return it to you. Anyway, I don't want to use a sword anymore." Ying Feiyang was shocked. "What do you mean?"
"I saw Ren Jiuxiao's swordsmanship." Nan Ba raised his head, but his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul. "In the morning, I dared to ask you to fight. I thought I had the awareness of a swordsman, but when I saw Ren Jiuxiao's swordsmanship, I knew that my awareness was just from ignorance. When I saw him defeat another outer disciple in a flash, I knew that some people were born to learn swordsmanship. Even if I practiced for a lifetime, I couldn't catch up with their backs. So I hid behind a rock and wanted to challenge him, but I couldn't take a step … "
Nan Ba said dejectedly, "You're right. The Kun Ming Swordsmanship is a wanton and majestic sword. A cowardly person like me shouldn't use this kind of swordsmanship. Ren Jiuxiao is also right. People with insufficient aptitude, unstable temperament, and poor physique shouldn't use a sword at all and ruin their lives. The Sword Trial Assembly is not a place I should have come to. "
Ying Feiyang was silent for a while, but he didn't dissuade him. Instead, he said, "In that case, return the sword to me." Nan Ba was stunned. He handed the sword flat, but he couldn't let go of the hilt. It seemed that if his palm was empty, his life would become empty. At this time, a sharp sword-like gaze pierced into his empty eyes. "You're not willing, are you?" Ying Feiyang said softly, but it seemed to echo in his empty body.
"Practicing swordsmanship is practicing swordsmanship. Who cares about aptitude? I practice swordsmanship because I like swordsmanship. It doesn't matter even if I'm a lousy swordsman for a lifetime. What about you? Just because you might not be able to reach the peak, are you willing to give up swordsmanship? " Under the burning gaze, Nan Ba was a little frightened and confused. He wanted to escape from Ying Feiyang's gaze, but Ying Feiyang turned around and said, "Tomorrow, I want a few helpers to fight with Ren Jiuxiao. You can do me a favor and continue to fight with me with the sword. When you think about it, you can decide whether you want to return the sword to me."
At this time, the battle on the top of the mountain was also coming to an end. Ming Ye was injured in many places and was panting. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was not defeated, and his eyes were as cold as usual.
On the contrary, although Ren Jiuxiao still looked disdainful, there was a trace of admiration in his eyes. Although the person in front of him was not as good as him, he was considered a good fighter among his peers, even better than some personal disciples. It should be known that the biggest difference between personal disciples and outer disciples was the difference in the guidance of swordsmanship. Personal disciples were all taught by the First Seat Elders. With the guidance of these famous teachers, there was no doubt that they were standing on the shoulders of giants. As for the masters of outer disciples, except for the unpredictable Qing Ku, the rest were all mediocre people who were sent down the mountain because they were useless. These mediocre people could be regarded as famous teachers as long as they didn't lead their disciples astray.
However, Ming Ye could still practice swordsmanship to such a level without the guidance of a famous teacher. Obviously, his temperament and talent were first-class, and he just lacked the opportunity. If he could enter the door, there would be one more master in Lingxiao swordsmanship in the future. Thinking of this, Ren Jiuxiao said, "Nine swords, take one more sword, and I'll let you enter the pavilion."
Ming Ye did not say anything. He indifferently wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips, leaned on his sword on the ground, and guided the underground fire vein. Instantly, a circle of fire appeared on the ground with the two of them as the center. At this time, Ming Ye jumped up and pointed his sword at the sky. The circle of fire on the ground seemed to be summoned, and gathered at the tip of the sword, forming a fireball in the air, like the sun in the sky.
"Good move!" This move used the Pure Yang True Fire to guide the Qi of the earth, which was equivalent to increasing the power by several times. Ren Jiuxiao also praised. He did not dare to be careless, with one hand pointing in front of him, the other holding the sword behind him. The solemn killing intent condensed at the tip of the sword, and he actually took the posture of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow. This was the Shooting Sun Swordsmanship that he used when he was ranked in the Heaven List. At the same time, Ming Ye's sword that was wrapped in the fireball suddenly fell down, and Ren Jiuxiao said, "Open!"
Then, the sword in his hand flew out as if it was shot out, whistling with a sharp wind towards Ming Ye. The fireball's momentum was great, but the Shooting Sun Swordsmanship's Qi was concentrated in a single line, and the long sword pierced straight into the fireball. There was an explosion, and after a flash of light, Ming Ye was already dispirited on the ground, and a sword was still stuck in his shoulder.
"Unfortunately, you lost." Ren Jiuxiao sighed softly. "Not necessarily." Ming Ye snorted coldly. Suddenly, he saw that the flow of fire in the sky did not dissipate. It changed from large to small, and turned into dozens of small fireballs that fell down like meteors. The fireballs looked complicated, but they were in fact orderly. They were in accordance with the constellations of the stars. It was clearly a move to win in defeat.
"I was careless!" Ren Jiuxiao was slightly surprised, and thought to himself. Because he did not have the sword in his hand, he could not take it head-on, so he immediately stepped on the stars, and used the Star Luo Strange Steps. His mysterious and smooth body moved in the rain of fire, and after the rain of fire hit the ground, a muffled sound was heard, and after the rain of fire, Ming Ye was already in front of the pavilion. He pulled out the sword from his shoulder, and stabbed it into the ground, and at the same time, stepped into the pavilion.
"I want to enter the pavilion, I don't need anyone's permission!"
Ren Jiuxiao laughed softly, and said, "You, leave your name."
"Ming Ye." Ming Ye's injuries were not light, and after sealing the acupuncture point on his shoulder, he sat down cross-legged as if there was no one else around.
"I'll remember you." Ren Jiuxiao said loudly, and remembered this name.
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