Luotong Street is a north-south main street in Linggui Town. Both sides are planted with sycamore trees. When the autumn wind blows or there is a cold rain overnight, the fallen leaves fall one after another and float all over the town.
At this time, at the intersection of Luotong Street and Qingping Lane, there were two foreigners, intently confronting each other.
One of them was dressed in purple attire, with an elegant appearance, exuding the demeanor of a swordsman.
He held a long sword in his arms. A knowledgeable person recognized that the name of the long sword in his arms was "Chengguang", which means to clear the heaven and earth and shine brightly on the mountain.
It is one of the ten famous swords of the Mingshan Sword Sect that shocked Beizhi Gezhou. It is said that it was made by the master swordsmith Long Quanzi in ten years and has extraordinary spirituality.
There is no doubt that this person is Han Xiankong, the true successor of Mingshan Sword Sect.
The other one, dressed in blue, sat high on a cloud-riding golden-eyed lion, with two broken knives, one long and one short, on his waist.
Although the two broken knives had scabbards, the cold and ferocious knife intent could not be concealed and kept emanating out, like two evil beasts, almost ready to rush out and bite people.
Their owner, on the other hand, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and stared coldly at Han Xiankong opposite, as if staring at a prey.
It can be seen from the two broken knives that the blue-clothed swordsman on the cloud-stepping golden-eyed lion is Yin Yan, who is known as the "sorrowing knife" of the Broken Knife Sect.
Mingshan Sword Sect is located in the middle of Beizhi Gezhou. It is a major swordsmanship sect that is as famous as Fengxueya in the north and Hidden Lake in the west.
The Broken Blade Sect is located in the east, and its momentum and status in Beizhi Gezhou are not weaker than those of the Mingshan Sword Sect.
There were no reports of any grudge between the two major sects of the Immortal Family in the middle and the east. I didn’t expect these two to face each other as soon as they entered the town.
Li Chaoyi arrived with Xiao Qianjun and was a little surprised when he recognized their identities.
He learned from Guo Hengbei that the descendants of Mingshan Sword Sect had entered the town and met Pei He, the descendant of Yinhu Lake. He thought that these two sword sect descendants would have a sword fight first.
Xiao Qianjun stood on the left shoulder of his elder brother, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the two people confronting each other in the field. He was struck by Yin Yan Lengsen's ferocious aura and shuddered. He quickly looked away and turned to Mingshan Sword Sect Han Xiankong. .
Seeing that Han Xiankong was looking very handsome and handsome, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
She still prefers this kind of handsome and beautiful person.
Although Han Xiankong's demeanor was much different from that of her senior brother, he was still much more eye-catching than the blue-robed Swordsman.
More and more people came to watch, and soon the two streets were crowded, and many foreign monks were even on the rooftops.
With one glance, Li Changyi could recognize the eight-star swordsman of the Wei Dynasty who suppressed the riot last night and was wearing a black flying fish suit and a black cloak.
There was also the prince of Zhennan whom he met yesterday after the half-demon boy and sword cultivator Pei He, who came into the town with more than a dozen slaves, shouting in front of them.
In addition, the Seventh Young Master of Cui Family, a thousand-year-old family, and the disciples of Lan Yunfeng were also present.
On the other hand, the Mohist Ranger, who always likes to settle disputes wherever he goes, did not appear for some reason.
Before the two sides started fighting in the field, the three members of the demon-slaying team heard the noise and rushed there, finding Li Chaoyi and Xiao Qianjun.
"Brother Li, who do you think is stronger and who is weaker among these two people?" Wei Lun glanced at the two people in the field and asked in a low voice.
Li Chaoyi shook his head and said: "It's hard to say. These two are both leaders among the young generation in Beizhou, and they are both direct descendants of a large sect. Each has his own secret magic. The outcome of this battle is unpredictable, but we will definitely win. Very lively."
Guo Hengbei asked: "Will the sword holder ignore it? After all, this Linggui Town is the territory of the Wei Dynasty. Although it is now inexplicably blocked and isolated, it is logically still under the jurisdiction of the Demon Suppression Department."
Li Changyou smiled and said: "The sword holder is locked up in this small town with everyone, and his situation is no different. How can he care about the fights between monks from other places?"
"Besides, if the swordsman and his dozen or so subordinates really want to take care of them, how can they take care of so many tigers descending from the mountains and dragons crossing the river that enter the town?"
Guo Hengbei understood and continued watching.
At this moment, the two people in the center of the field moved.
The sneer at the corner of Yin Yang's mouth turned into a sneer, and then he suddenly stood up, with a ferocious aura surging all over his body, as if a vicious demon was born.
With a clang, the long-handled broken sword was unsheathed, and then slashed down in the air.
As Dao Gang exploded, a fierce and cold aura instantly filled the entire place, as if the entire Luotong Street had turned into a place of darkness.
It is worthy of being called a "send the sword of death". When the sword comes out, disaster will come.
When Yin Yan's broken sword was unsheathed, Han Xiankong also moved.
The spirit sword "Chengguang" came out lightly, and immediately turned into a brilliant rain of light, like the sudden appearance of dawn, and like the flow of moonlight, with the meaning of brightness, facing the ferocious broken knife.
Different from the ferocious Yin Pan, Han Xiankong's sword energy flowed from his body, and he had an outstanding demeanor.
The two true disciples of the Immortal Family used their exquisite skills from the beginning, without any temptation, and they decided to fight for life and death.
The gorgeous light rain collided with the fierce broken sword, instantly piercing the void. The gorgeous light rain of sword energy and the vicious cold sword were all pervasive, sweeping and washing away in all directions at the same time.
In the terrifying bright light, the shadows of blades and swords could be vaguely overlapped together. Two figures, one blue and one purple, flew vertically and horizontally, constantly clashing, as fast as lightning and thunder. At a glance, there were only two afterimages left.
The terrifying aftermath of the sword's energy caused the surrounding leaves, dust, tiles and window lattice to swirl and vibrate, like an earth dragon turning over and a vicious wind raging.
Fortunately, the onlookers took action to prevent the aftermath from spreading.
At the same time, there is also a mysterious force in the town that protects the houses and shops on both sides. Otherwise, Luotong Street and Qingping Lane will inevitably turn into ruins.
Most of the onlookers were dazzled, shocked, and a little frightened. It was incredible that Yin Yan in blue and Han Xiankong in purple were so young yet so powerful.
If it had been them, they would have been killed in one round.
"Boss, what kind of realm are these two people so terrifying?" A subordinate couldn't help but ask where the Demon Suppression Division team was.
The leader of the team, the eight-star sword wielder Zhao Tieyi, replied in a deep voice: "Seven realms."
"Seven realms? They are only in their early twenties, but they are all in the seventh realm of Feitian? Just one, how can they be both?" The subordinates were a little shocked.
Monks in the world, except for the two realms of Confucianism and Buddhism, have their own names, the divisions of strength and weakness in other schools of practice are basically the same, especially after the fifth realm, the realms are even more unified.
Among them, the sixth realm is the palm potential realm.
The seventh realm is the flying realm.
The eighth realm is sitting in the illuminated realm.
The ninth realm is the realm of refining the void.
The tenth level is the realm of gods.
Under the age of thirty, if you advance to the Seventh Realm and become a monk who can fly to heaven and cross the void, you will be eligible to be on the list of geniuses in the continent.
The Broken Blade Sect Yin Yan and the Mingshan Sword Sect Han Xiankong were both in the Seventh Realm.
Not to mention these subordinates, even the eight-star swordsman Zhao Tieyi himself was a little surprised when they first met.
There is a teahouse not far to the left of everyone in the Demon Suppressing Division.
In a private room facing the street, a young man in a brocade robe was enjoying a drink with his beautiful concubine while watching the confrontation outside.
Zhao Tieyi knew that this was the Crown Prince of Zhennan in Wei Dynasty, and his rank was much higher than that of the eight-star sword wielder like him, but since he was not from the same group, he was too lazy to pay attention and pretended not to see him.
Of course Huangfu Zhao, the eldest son of Prince Zhennan, also recognized the signboard of Dawei Zhenyao Division, but for some unknown reason, he did not send anyone to deliver the message.
It's strange that both parties are so close, yet they both ignore each other's existence.
"Yin Yan and Han Xiangkong are both outstanding players of the younger generation. If there is a chance, try to recruit them both." Huangfu Zhao touched his concubine and said casually.
An old man in gray robe beside him bowed and replied: "Yes! Please tell me, Your Majesty, will I take action later to avoid casualties?"
"Why do you take action? Only those who are alive can speak out."
"Yes, I understand." The old man in gray robe accepted the order. Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly said: "Your Majesty, another strong man has ended up!"
"Um?"
Huangfu Zhao looked sideways and saw a tall young man with a tall, tall figure and a majestic momentum coming from the south of Luotong Street.
I saw that his steps were casual but extremely fast. In just a few steps, he had already reached the corner of the street.
The onlookers were frightened by his momentum and noticed his arrival. They all avoided him and did not dare to hinder him.
Soon, a passage leading directly to the center of the field was opened.
"Who is this person? How scary!" Wei Lun exclaimed.
After taking a look, I was very shocked.
Li Chaoyi replied: "The third prince of Yu Kingdom in the south, Xiao Ye!"
Xiao Ye?
Wei Lun, Guo Hengbei, and Guo Nanjun were all a little confused and didn't know them.
Li Chaoyi shook his folding fan, not knowing what to say.
The third prince of the Yu Kingdom, Xiao Ye, who came here, was the martial arts master who was reported in the Xian family residence to defeat nine major sects in one night.
In addition to the coffin-carrying half-demon boy and Hidden Lake Sword Cultivator Pei He, another powerful genius who appeared in "Beizhou Hidden Dragon Chronicles" entered the town.
It’s really an extraordinary event.
Xiao Ye, who was majestic and majestic, came to the sidelines, glanced at Yin and Han, who were fighting together, and then strode forward and walked forward.
"boom!"
He punched.
But he didn't want to help anyone, but hit Yin and Han at the same time.
Feeling the attack of a third party, Yin Yang was furious: "How dare you——"
He turned the blade, and the cold and fierce broken knife immediately slashed towards Xiao Ye.
Han Xiankong didn't want to fight Xiao Ye and wanted to withdraw. However, Xiao Ye's fierce fists covered him and he couldn't escape at all.
He had no choice but to use his sword to defend himself against the enemy.
This young martial artist who failed midway was actually going to fight one against two!
