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"Peng!" With a crisp sound, the two swords were broken into several pieces. Each piece was like a living eye, carrying a sharp light as it shot toward Miao Nan, Zhang Xing, and the other three people. They had never seen such a strange move before, and they could not even think about it. Under their amazement, everyone instinctively scattered to avoid the pieces that were about to hit them. The sword net was immediately broken.
Seizing the opportunity, Ren Jiuxiao leaped to the side of the pond like a trapped beast, took out another sword, and said coldly: "There's not much time, the last move."
However, Ren Jiuxiao stomped his feet and spun up into the sky. At the same time, the rest of the swords in front of the pool also flew up into the sky and lined up in front of Ren Jiuxiao. Ren Jiuxiao condensed his strength, and the long sword in his hand reappeared with a white light. At the same time, his body spun rapidly, and the long sword dragged out a burst of dazzling white light. Like a meteor sweeping its tail, it cut through the heavens and the earth, and divided Yin and Yang. With a few crisp sounds, the sword in front of Ren Jiuxiao was actually all broken, broken, and split into countless pieces.
He saw that Ren Jiuxiao's body did not stop, but at the same time, he moved his sword as if it was flying, poking, pointing, moving, flicking, stabbing, striking out one by one.
Every time it hit a fragment, it was as if the fragment was ignited by the white light. It flickered with the same brilliance. For a moment, the sky was filled with cold light, like a sky full of stars, like a torrential downpour. After the fragments collided with each other, their positions were even more unpredictable. They would either shoot from the front, fall from the sky, or flank from the side. There was no telling which was which and which was which, it was difficult to distinguish.
When the four people surrounding him saw this divine skill, they were all dumbstruck. Only when the sharp wind came from behind them did they react. They all brandished their swords in a circle. For a moment, 'ding ding dang dang dang' sounds were incessant. When they received the attacks, they realized that not only were the fragments coming at them extremely fast, causing them to be unable to react in time, but each fragment's strength was astonishing. If they were not careful, their swords would be swept away by the fragments. In the blink of an eye, the four of them had already suffered many injuries.
Up until the end of the battle, no one present had the spare energy to spare the slightest bit of attention. Only one person was coldly observing the entire situation.
Two streams of blood flowed out from Ying Feiyang's nostrils, which made him look rather comical, but he was completely unaware of it. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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His pupils shrank into a strange little dot, as if all the black in his eyes had gathered on this little dot. It was dark and bright, and in his eyes, time had stagnated.
Every tiny fragment, angle, speed, and strength were all reflected in his eyes. Even every gust of wind and every splash of water were all within his calculations. Each fragment extended a thin white line in his mind. The fragments followed the trajectory marked by the white line, extended, collided, reorganized, changed the trajectory, drew out a new white line, and continued to move along the trajectory.
Complex, dense, and crisscrossing!
But there were traces to follow!
Ying Feiyang's pupils shrank again, and blood gushed out of his nose. At this moment, the white threads in the sky stopped changing, and they formed a dense net that covered the entire sky.
But the net was still!
A still net, no matter how dense it was, could still find a gap! Ying Feiyang didn't have time to command anyone. He didn't have time to spit out a single word. He didn't even have time to think. He instinctively threw the sword in his hand. The instant the sword flew out, his pupils dilated. Ying Feiyang spat out a mouthful of blood into the sky, and time returned to normal.
The sword, without the support of True Qi, was soft, weak, and loose. It flew toward the net that covered the sky. It seemed that it would be hit by the fragments in the next moment, but every fragment just brushed past it, allowing it to continue moving forward.
It was like a child with a sharp blade in his hand, but he could pass through the nine-layered palace and layers of imperial guards to assassinate the emperor sitting high on the dragon throne.
It was so incredible, but the sword had indeed reached him. Ren Jiuxiao raised his sword, with a dazzling white light, and swatted the sword down like a fly. The sword spun and was inserted into the pavilion. Baidu Search → Love ↑ Go ↑ Say ★ Net wwW.AiQuXs.cOM
But because of this superfluous action, the net that covered the sky died.
The more sophisticated things were, the more accidents could not be tolerated. Although it was a weak sword, the angle of its attack was beyond Ren Jiuxiao's expectation.
Nan Ba suddenly felt that the sword net that covered the sky had been killed by the sword just now. Although its power was still terrible, it had lost its infinite changes and was just a pile of scattered fragments. What he needed to do was to knock away the fragments that fell nearby.
At this time, a soft call came into his ear. "Nan Ba." This name was shouted by Ying Feiyang when he threw the sword, and now it came into his ear.
His tone was light and cheerful, like a casual greeting from a friend he met on the roadside. But it had such a charm, which made Nan Ba involuntarily look back. Ying Feiyang's whole body and nose were stained with blood, which was terrible but also a little funny. Ying Feiyang's unfocused eyes were still looking at him, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a smile. He was calm and tranquil, just like when they first met, when he smiled and showed off the wine in the gourd.
But this smile was clearly saying — —
"Are you willing to?"
It was like drinking a jar of wine, and now the wine was suddenly ignited. Nan Ba only felt a stream of heat rushing to the top of his head, making him want to shout loudly.
"How can I be willing!" Nan Ba laughed and suddenly stamped his feet. As if he had a pair of wings on his back, he flew into the sky with a majestic airflow. In mid-air, Nan Ba curled up into a ball and covered his head and face with his arms. Although the net was scattered, the remaining power was still there. The sharp light cut through Nan Ba's body, and in the blink of an eye, it was like thousands of knives cutting him into pieces. Nan Ba's burning sharp eyes only locked on Ren Jiuxiao.
In the blink of an eye, the sword net had passed. Nan Ba stretched out his body like a roc flapping its wings. He raised his sword again, and the sword light reflected Ren Jiuxiao's surprised expression.
In mid-air, the sword whistled, and the rain of blood splashed.
Then two black shadows fell rapidly and hit the ground with a muffled sound. When they looked again, it was Nan Ba's sword that cut Ren Jiuxiao's shoulder, and Ren Jiuxiao's sword pierced through Nan Ba's arm.
As the sun set in the west, two opposing figures were reflected on the gradually boiling lake. After the picture froze for a moment, both sides pulled out their swords at the same time and spilled blood on the spot.
Ren Jiuxiao looked at Nan Ba and thought to himself, "The last two times I met this person, I felt that he was a coward. Why did he suddenly burst out with a fearless momentum this time?" As Ren Jiuxiao thought to himself, he turned his eyes to Ying Feiyang, who was covered with blood. "It's because of you!"
Ren Jiuxiao thought to himself. At the same time, he sealed his shoulder, which was bleeding, and said coldly, "You, enter the pavilion." After that, he walked into the pavilion with his sword.
Everyone was stunned. At this time, Zhang Liu and Xing Fei looked at each other and raised their swords to attack Ying Feiyang at the same time!
The two fought inexplicably from the beginning. They thought that as long as they consumed Ren Jiuxiao's strength, they could leave the rest to Ying Feiyang. However, the situation changed like this. Even if they wanted to stop the fight, they couldn't get out of it.
Although the two were confused, seeing that Ying Feiyang was seriously injured, they didn't want to miss this opportunity. They knew that if they could get out of the Sword Cleansing Competition of the Sharp Sea, they could become disciples of the Great Hall. However, if they wanted to go one step further and become the personal disciples of the Elders of the Great Hall, they had to get an excellent ranking in the Sword Trial Competition.
Now that they had a chance to get out of the Sword Cleansing Competition of the Sharp Sea, they began to calculate the benefits of the Sword Trial Competition. Ying Feiyang was talented and would definitely be a strong opponent in the Sword Trial Competition. Therefore, they decided to eliminate him at this time.
Their swords were about to reach each other. Suddenly, a layer of water burst out from the ground and blocked the two swords like a wall. Then, the water dispersed like rain. Behind the water wall, Miao Miao's smiling face appeared. "We were fighting side by side just now. You turned against me so fast."
The two's attack failed. Ren Jiuxiao snorted and looked at them with disdain. They felt a chill down their spines. They sheathed their swords and turned to enter the pavilion.
Miao Miao saw that Ying Feiyang's body was swaying and wanted to help him enter. Ren Jiuxiao said, "Don't help him. He has to finish this journey himself." Miao Miao made a face at Ren Jiuxiao but still listened to him and walked into the pavilion alone.
Ying Feiyang was the only one left outside the pavilion. Ying Feiyang's mind was muddled as if he had just woken up from a hangover. He couldn't remember where he was or what happened. He only felt that his hands were empty as if he had thrown something important away.
"Right, it's my sword. Where's my sword?" Ying Feiyang remembered. Ying Feiyang struggled to open his blurry eyes. Finally, he saw a flash of sword light. His sword was stuck in the pavilion.
"So it's there." Ying Feiyang thought as he walked towards his sword.
One step. The wound that had stopped bleeding exploded again.
Two steps. Blood sprayed out from the wound like a mist.
Three steps. Miao Miao couldn't bear to look anymore and turned his head away.
Ying Feiyang, on the other hand, did not seem to feel any pain. His footsteps were slow but firm. Step by step, he allowed his skin to split open and his blood to spurt out. He left a trail of blood on the ground as he walked straight toward the sword in the pavilion.
The sun's last ray of light had yet to be obscured by the distant mountains, and the underground fire vein was already rioting like a ferocious beast. In a flash of light, three old men appeared out of thin air. Standing on either side were Instructor Li and the Heaven Forging Pavilion's Elder, Daoist Master Xuan Li. In the middle was a solemn old man, the current Sect Master of the High Heaven Sword Sect, a first-class figure in the Dao Sect, Daoist Master Qing Yue.
Everyone's faces turned serious, and they all bowed to the Sect Leader and the Elders. Ying Feiyang was the only one who was completely focused on the sword. Like a starving animal that had seen its last breath, he staggered past the Sect Leader and entered the pavilion.
"The Sharp Sea Sword Trials have ended. Those who passed are Ren Jiuxiao, Ming Ye, Miao Miao, Zhang Liu, Xing Fei …"
Instructor Li took a step forward and announced in a loud voice. He seemed to be deliberately dragging out his words, waiting for the stubborn young man in front of him. Ten inches, five inches, four inches, three inches. Ying Feiyang's hand slowly approached and was about to touch the hilt of the sword.
"Crack." With a crisp sound, the sword broke in half and fell to the ground.
It turned out that Ren Jiuxiao's sword was wrapped in a sword aura that could cut through gold and jade, while Ying Feiyang's sword was soft and powerless. Even if they came from the same furnace, there was a world of difference. Ying Feiyang's sword couldn't withstand the power and was broken in half.
Ying Feiyang stretched out his hand but grabbed nothing. It was as if without the support of the sword, he couldn't bear the weight of his life and finally fell forward. At this moment, a hand supported his falling body. A hard and cold sword hilt was stuffed into his hand. Ying Feiyang grabbed it instinctively.
"And, Ying Feiyang." Instructor Li's words ended the Sharp Sea Sword Trials.
"You said that when I think it through, I will decide whether to return the sword to you. This is my answer." Nan Ba's voice came into Ying Feiyang's ears.
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