The next day.
There are countless sword marks on the ground in the courtyard, and wisps of sharp aura are surging, criss-crossing, the sword intent is raging, covering it in a sword net, and the fierce sword power spreads.
It was the sword intent that suppressed everything, with the tenacity and pride of a green bamboo, the will of the sword, and the power of the sword.
Jiang Yunyi held the sword as if it could cut down fine snow. The tip of the sword cut through the void, causing ripples.
"Not enough, come again!"
Jian Jiujun held the sword and was still panting, so he immediately stepped forward and fought with Jiang Yunyi again. As a disciple of Lingxu Peak, he had a profound knowledge of swordsmanship.
Clang!
The sound of the sword echoed, and the crisp impact sounded like thunder, deafening.
Jian Jiujun kept going back and forth, green shadows and white shadows mixed together, various skills emerged one after another, sparks bloomed, and sword light swept out one after another.
Pure swordsmanship, criss-crossing and terrifying, even the inner disciples of Lingxu Peak have few opponents, and the sword moves are extremely sharp.
However...Jiang Yunyi can do it faster and more cunningly.
Wow——
Jiang Yunyi only raised his sword to defend for a moment, taking very little steps. He immediately seized the opportunity and slashed down with his sword. The "tear" sound was like a bud breaking through the ground, tearing apart Jian Jiujun's offensive.
Jian Jiujun's cultivation in the Dan Formation realm was not used yet, but his hands were already shaken to the point of despair. The power of just one sword seemed to carry a huge force, causing bones to shatter and skin to crack.
In an instant, he felt that his neck was about to be cut off. At this moment, he even thought that he would die!
The swordsmanship is extraordinary.
Jiang Yunyi's physical body is unparalleled, powerful, and his sword spirit is fierce and tenacious. It is incredible that two completely different levels of systems are harmonized in one person.
The fighting breaks the wind, and the fallen leaves collapse.
Jian Jiujun's expression changed drastically, and he clearly felt his hands trembling crazily, and the sword almost escaped his hands. He was horrified and quietly fearful.
It is clear that Uncle Patriarch only opened the spiritual realm, but it puts a pressure on Jian Jiujun. It is hard to imagine how powerful Jiang Yunyi was before he re-cultivated?
call--
Lord Jianjiu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, collect his thoughts, and keep his eyes firm.
He...will never give up!
Seeing this, Jiang Yunyi chuckled and gathered his strength, and his sword finger swiped the thin edge of Ningshuang, passing from the corner of his eye, reflecting Jiang Yunyi's deep eyes.
The Qiushuang Immortal Sword buzzed and trembled, flashing with brilliance, as if it was resisting. Jiang Yunyi's hand exerted slight force, the sword trembled, and soon became quiet.
"Okay."
He reminded him, and immediately pushed hard. The sword light flashed like a swimming dragon, instantly piercing the void and speeding towards Lord Jian Jiu.
The momentum is overwhelming.
Lord Jianjiu's expression changed slightly and he hurriedly retreated, but he was still half a beat too slow.
Jiang Yunyi turned his wrist lightly, like a snake wagging its tail, and whipped his leg out with a snap!
Beside the courtyard, Lu Ningshuang stood not far away with her hands behind her hands, looking as calm as water, while Qin Xiaoyu and Lei Qiyuan beside her were surprised and stared intently at the scene of the two fighting.
Lord Jianjiu was defeated and retreated a few steps. After the dust settled, he gritted his teeth in pain, his long hair was disheveled, and he looked slightly embarrassed.
But even if he lost, he never had the slightest resentment. After all, it was Lord Jianjiu who requested the competition.
On the opposite side, Jiang Yunyi is holding the Qiu Shuang Sword, the tip of the sword is pointing diagonally at the ground, his clothes are moving with the wind, his delicate face is smiling, but it makes people feel oppressed.
"That's it for today." Jiang Yunyi smiled and sheathed his sword.
The blue light of the Autumn Frost Immortal Sword was brilliant, like the luster of the moonlight, exuding a cool and warm aura, and the spiritual trembling was withdrawn from Jiang Yunyi's hand.
The fairy sword returned to Lu Ningshuang's hand and was held by him, humming softly.
Lu Ningshuang lowered her eyes and glanced down, but Qiu Shuangjian seemed to understand his master's eyes and immediately trembled aggrievedly, indicating that he did not deliberately resist Jiang Yunyi.
But Lu Ningshuang didn't care so much. She held it casually in her hand and raised her steps towards Jiang Yunyi. Her robes were dancing and her grace was outstanding. She grabbed his wrist with her other hand and checked it.
Before she could speak, Jiang Yunyi took the lead and said: "Lu Ningshuang, don't think of me too weakly."
Jiang Yunyi knew that she was worried about whether she would be eroded by the cold. After all, the Qiu Shuang Sword itself was Lu Ningshuang's natal sword, with a cold attribute.
If it is invaded by cold air, it will definitely damage the foundation.
"Next time, he won't dare to resist at all." Lu Ningshuang said, with a sharp cold light in the corner of his eyes, and Qiu Shuang's sword trembled twice, as if in response.
"Don't break the fairy sword that has been cultivated for hundreds of years with great effort." Jiang Yunyi advised.
"Yun Yi."
The inspection was fine, Lu Ningshuang raised her cold eyes and looked at him, keeping secret: "He can do it, but you can't."
........
"You actually lost?"
Qin Xiaoyu and Lei Qiyuan did not have any attainments in swordsmanship, but they still had some sharp eyesight. During the whole process, Jian Jiujun was suppressed and beaten, with no room for counterattack.
Jiang Yunyi even deliberately let go, otherwise he would never be able to hold on for such a long time.
not far away.
Lord Jian Jiu's face turned red, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. He didn't know whether it was the shame and anger after the defeat, or it was caused by the "harp" between Lu Ningshuang and Jiang Yunyi.
"Brother Jian, are you okay?"
"fine."
After all, he refrained from spitting out, and did not let the two of them help him. Instead, he stood up by himself and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Swordsmanship is not just about fighting, it requires skills and experience. Everything was within Jiang Yunyi's expectation.
At this moment.
Lu Ningshuang handed Jiang Yunyi a heart-clearing elixir, which could help relieve fatigue and improve her mood.
However, Jiang Yunyi did not take it. Instead, he looked at Jian Jiujun and said, "Lu Ningshuang, give it to the junior first."
Lu Ningshuang twisted the elixir in her jade hands, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and said coldly: "Eat first, there are many, no need to be modest."
Delicate fingers traced the water mark on his lips, and a numbness suddenly swept through his body, making Jiang Yunyi swallow involuntarily.
Soon, Jian Jiujun also took the elixir to adjust his breath for a while, and became more profound about the sword intention, and he also understood his own shortcomings.
He bowed and said, "Thank you, Uncle Patriarch, for your advice."
Jiang Yunyi nodded, and then asked the fatal question: "Have you never gone down the mountain to practice? Dealing with the Demon Cult."
No matter how high Jian Jiujun's realm is, no matter how profound his sword intention is, it is a pity that his awareness of battle is limited to victory and defeat, and there is absolutely no true meaning of life and death fighting.
If this is the case, how can we fully unleash our potential?
Jian Jiujun shook his head: "Yes, but only against monsters. As for the devil, I have never had a fight."
"Does the Demon Sect really show its prowess?" Jiang Yunyi muttered strangely.
"Uncle Patriarch, sometimes the Demon Sect will appear and cause chaos, but the number of times can be counted on one's fingers. It's all thanks to the existence of the Holy Lord Sister." Qin Xiaoyu answered quickly.
"Yeah, yeah, it's all the work of the Holy Lord." Lei Qiyuan agreed from the side.
"That's really different from the past." Jiang Yunyi said.
In the past, the Demon Cult was famous for its demons in troubled times. They would do evil whenever there was a big chaos, and their whereabouts were so strange that even the Holy Master could not verify them in many cases.
"Moreover, every demon lord killed countless people and slaughtered the sky before finally ascending to the throne. However, I heard that the current demon sect's whereabouts are mysterious, and the dragon has neither head nor tail. I wonder who he is?" Qin Xiaoyu said.
"Girl, where do you get so much news?" Jiang Yunyi cursed with a smile.
Qin Xiaoyu was about to answer when she felt an inexplicable chill. Lu Ningshuang looked over and she immediately fell silent, almost shaking Sister Ji out.
On weekdays, Qin Xiaoyu likes to pester Ji Hongye in the inner sect. He often asks questions and wastes a lot of practice time chatting with her.
If Sister Holy Lord knows about this, why don't we punish Sister Ji when we go back?
As several people asked and answered questions, Lu Ningshuang's eyes became colder and colder, and the atmosphere became strange. A bone-deep cold air seemed to freeze people's blood.
This made Lord Jianjiu feel even more oppressed, even more powerless than when facing Jiang Yunyi, and he immediately said: "Uncle Patriarch, as agreed, I will harvest the elixir for you, so I will take the first step."
The price of the competition was to harvest the elixir, and Lord Jianjiu readily agreed, using this moment as an excuse to escape quickly.
"I, I'm going to help!" Lei Qiyuan felt fear instinctively, and rarely had the wit to follow Jian Jiujun away, leaving Qin Xiaoyu alone with everything in front of him.
Qin Xiaoyu tried to hide on Jiang Yunyi's side, and suddenly found that the coldness was much less, or that Lu Ningshuang's coldness was completely only aimed at the three of them...
...
The shadows of the trees were whirling, one tall and one short sat opposite each other at the stone table, while the beautiful figure not far away was drawing new lines of the magic circle with her fingers in the void.
"Uncle Patriarch, do you want to know the consequences of those who miss the Holy Lord's sister?"
Suddenly, Qin Xiaoyu clapped his hands on the table and looked at his beautiful face with a smile on his face, as if he was trying to make amends after doing something bad.
Obviously she wanted to please Lu Ningshuang and tell Jiang Yunyi more about her.
"You didn't leave, but came to tell me about this?" Jiang Yunyi was confused, glanced at Lu Ningshuang not far away, and said: "If she makes her angry again, I won't care."
Facing Qin Xiaoyu, if what happened last night had not happened, it would have indeed attracted his attention, but after experiencing what Lu Ningshuang said last night, he was not interested.
At the same time, it was learned from Lu Ningshuang that Jiang Yunyi also knew that Qin Xiaoyu and others were the great-grandsons and great-granddaughters of his junior brothers and sisters from five hundred years ago.
Jiang Yunyi needs to take good care of this.
Qin Xiaoyu chuckled and whispered mysteriously to Jiang Yunyi: "Uncle Grandmaster may not know it yet, but Sister Holy Lord becomes much more humane when you are around.
He knows how to prepare clothes for you, and he doesn't even feel a chill when he's next to his uncle. "
Qin Xiaoyu noticed at a glance that Jiang Yunyi's outfit clearly resembled Lu Ningshuang's style, and she kept chattering.
Jiang Yunyi listened quietly and discovered that the stoic Lu Ningshuang had become a little virtuous, but it was impossible without a little chill.
Every time Jiang Yunyi wanted to rebel appropriately and turned around to leave, a chill would sweep through his body, making it difficult to breathe.
Although Lu Ningshuang's chill was powerful, there was a special condition: as long as she was within three feet of her, she would be fine.
It has to be said that Lu Ningshuang is very considerate in front of outsiders. Although he still shows some possessiveness, he can at least maintain his most basic dignity.
But in private, when Jiang Yunyi was sleeping, Lu Ningshuang would sit alone at the desk or on the edge of the bed, always staring at Jiang Yunyi, as if she wanted to memorize his entire face.
But Jiang Yunyi wakes up from time to time, feeling like he's about to be ripped off alive...
At this moment, Jiang Yunyi took a sip of the warm tea brewed by Lu Ningshuang to moisten his body and mind, which would tremble when he thought of that scene. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "So?"
"So, as long as Uncle Patriarch protects me, things will be easy to handle." Qin Xiaoyu came over with a smile and said with a wink.
"Do your best and don't mess with her."
Jiang Yunyi's words undoubtedly meant rejection.
Qin Xiaoyu curled her lips and asked: "Uncle Patriarch, do you want to know anything about Sister Holy Lord? Ask me, I know everything."
As soon as she said these words, a biting cold wind suddenly blew behind her. Lu Ningshuang came behind Qin Xiaoyu at some point and put her slender white fingers on her shoulders.
Lu Ningshuang's pretty face turned cold, and her voice became cold: "Are you very free?"
"Ah...ah! Sister Holy Lord! I'm busy, let me go! I'll leave here right away." Qin Xiaoyu jumped up from her seat in fright, and rushed out of the yard.
Gone in an instant.
Jiang Yunyi looked at her leaving figure, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Sure enough, they are ancestors and grandsons. They really have the same personality as Junior Sister Qin back then. Even their escape speed is exactly the same.
Really scared and playful at the same time.
Seeing Lu Ningshuang still staring in the direction where Qin Xiaoyu left, Jiang Yunyi suddenly had a headache.
He coughed dryly: "Okay, Lu Ningshuang, don't think about embarrassing this junior once you introduce the Holy Master."
"You want to protect her?" Lu Ningshuang turned around and asked.
"After all, you are a junior. As an elder, you should be more tolerant." Jiang Yunyi picked up the tea and handed it to her, obviously interceding for Qin Xiaoyu.
After a long silence, Lu Ningshuang avoided the cup he handed to her, grabbed his cup of tea instead, and took a sip: "Yun Yi, what do you want to know?"
Jiang Yunyi didn't care that she was drinking from his own tea cup and asked, "What's your business?"
"Well, ask me."
These words actually had the flavor of an order, making Jiang Yunyi dumbfounded: "Lu Ningshuang, don't make trouble. Those who don't know would think you are competing with the younger generation for favor."
However, Lu Ningshuang nodded slightly and slowly said one word: "Yes."
Her admission made Jiang Yunyi speechless, and he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
"certainly......"
Lu Ningshuang paused for a moment, with unexplainable longing in her eyes. She continued slowly, "I prefer possession, never sharing."
These words are enough to prove what Lu Ningshuang wants in her heart!
........
At this moment, it was the Tianling Outer Sect's apprenticeship ceremony, and various forces came to watch the ceremony.
Among them were the Sword Palace, the Divine Weapon Pavilion, the Dan Valley, the Medicine King Valley and other excellent forces, all of whom were present.
On the other side of the residence of the handyman disciples, it was very lively, but there were just a few reckless disciples who accidentally stumbled into this remote place.
"It's strange, we were clearly going forward, why did we come out?"
"Just now I could feel the strong peerless sword intent permeating the air, but now there is no sign of it!?"
Of course, it is not necessarily an accident. Some of them do it deliberately or out of curiosity, but they dare to act so casually in other sects, and they are obviously confident.
"Senior brother, are you sure there is a powerful breath of peerless sword energy here?"
"Yes, although Tianling Sect is the first leader of the righteous path, this is the outer sect, so there should be no such sword power, and the spiritual energy here is extremely thin..."
They were wearing the same clothes, with four swords printed on them as patterns. They hung fairy swords on their waists and carried swords on their backs, all filled with the spirit of swords. They looked quite handsome and unrestrained, with an extraordinary temperament.
A group of four people.
These disciples are all less than twenty, but their cultivation has reached the realm of spiritual enlightenment, which shows that they have excellent qualifications.
"Impossible, my sword heart tells me that there is a strong man here who has understood the peerless sword intention." The young man in charge is named Li Tian, and he is a disciple of the Sword Palace.
As a major sect with the same reputation as Tianling Holy Land, Sword Palace's disciples are so powerful that they cannot be underestimated.
He looked back at everyone: "Junior brothers, wouldn't it be a pity if we missed someone who has cultivated such peerless swordsmanship?"
The disciples of the Sword Palace thought for a moment and nodded one after another. You must know that with such a powerful sword intention, if you can be given some guidance, it must be extraordinary. Such an opportunity is not willing to give up.
Just as he was stepping forward to enter the courtyard again, a voice sounded from behind him.
"You have come to the wrong place. This is where the servant disciples live, not where the apprenticeship ceremony is held. Please go back and don't disturb me."
Jian Jiujun frowned, looking at the rude people who were still polite in their words. If he were in Tianling's inner sect, he would have the right to kill them with one strike of his sword.
Lei Qiyuan was behind, slowly chasing after him.
Hearing this, several disciples were stunned, and one of them said in surprise: "He said... this is where the handyman disciples live?"
