"Who is Lin Yifei?" A disciple asked doubtfully as he looked at the young man in gold robe holding the sword in his arms.
"A long time ago, he was the most talented disciple of Shenri Holy Sect," the person next to him explained: "At that time, he was hailed as the person most likely to become the contemporary Holy Son.
It was a pity that Xuanyuan Xuantian was born later and almost swept away the younger generation of Shenri Holy Sect at that time. Even Lin Yifei became a loser.
Later, when he devoted himself to cultivation, few people remembered him. Xuanyuan Xuantian's light was so dazzling. "
On the competition stage, Lin Yifei slowly pulled out his Yunxiao Sword. The sword on his body was as powerful as a rainbow, and his robe automatically moved without wind. He slowly said: "My sword is an invincible sword."
Every time he said a word, the sword power on his body became more powerful.
"I heard that you lost to Xuanyuan Xuantian?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
Lin Yifei's momentum paused, he glanced at Xu Zimo lightly, and continued: "My sword is sharp and sharp. I would rather break than bend, break rather than bend, be unyielding but not forgiving, and fearless."
"I heard that you lost to Xuanyuan Xuantian?" Xu Zimo continued to ask.
"Although my sword will be hindered, I am willing to believe in my sword. With the sword in my hand, I can overcome the thorns and move forward bravely, and reach the other side of the sword path to become the sword god."
"I heard that you lost to Xuanyuan Xuantian?"
"Go to hell," Lin Yifei roared with veins popping out on his forehead and killed Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that the slogan is so loud, your heart is confused, and your sword is also confused."
He pulled out Ba Ying and slashed it with his sword. He saw the long river cut off by the sun, the roaring power of thunder from the sky mixed with blazing fire, and the roar of hurricanes amidst the collision of torrents of water.
With just one strike, Lin Yifei's expression changed drastically. The Yunxiao Sword in his hand flew directly out, and he himself fell on the edge of the ring.
Lin Yifei looked at everything in front of him blankly. He couldn't believe that he couldn't even take a single move.
"Is this your swordsmanship?" A disappointed sigh sounded from the side.
Lin Yifei quickly turned around and saw Cang Songlin, the leader of Shenri Holy Sect, standing aside.
"Have you not come out of Xuantian's nightmare yet?" Cang Songlin shook his head and sighed, then turned and left.
Lin Yifei was silent for a while, silently picked up the Yunxiao Sword that fell next to him, and left the ring with his back drawn.
He forgot a lot of things. Why did he practice swordsmanship? What is your own swordsmanship?
He only remembered that he was once the most handsome boy in the sect and the closest competitor to the position of the Holy Son.
Until later, a young man named Xuanyuan Xuantian was born. That young man broke all his dreams. From then on, he could never regain the glory of the past.
"Is Senior Brother Xu so strong? That Yunxiao Sword was defeated so easily," a disciple said in disbelief.
"It's a bit unfathomable, but Lin Yifei's state seems a bit wrong today," some disciples said in confusion.
When Xu Zimo walked down the ring, he discovered that the competition between the saints of each sect was actually one-sided.
As for the other disciples, they were fighting fiercely and were evenly matched.
When the thirty disciples were eliminated and fifteen were left, everyone started the next round of drawing lots.
Xu Zimo looked at the lottery he had drawn and was stunned for a moment. He saw No. 8 written on it, and No. 8 was the bye lottery.
He glanced in the direction of the third elder and saw that the third elder looked normal and seemed to know nothing.
Xu Zimo himself didn't believe that there was no manipulation in the lottery.
It would be great fun if the saint sons of two sects were drawn together in the first round.
After all, the main event is later.
With Xu Zimo's bye, he could only stand in the audience and watch others compete.
What interested Xu Zimo was Xian Ling'er from the Xianling Sect. She was dressed in white and holding a green soft sword.
She didn't even use any pulse skills, just a few basic sword skills, which seemed to have been practiced for hundreds of years in her hands, making them very natural and natural.
The airtight sword shadow swayed on the ring with layers of sword patterns, and her opponent was directly captured from the ring.
The competition between fifteen and eight is almost over, and many of them have already won.
These people include Xu Zimo, Xian Ling'er, Baili Xiao, Chu Yang, Tian Mozi, and Xuanyuan Xuantian.
Now there are only two arenas left for fighting, one of which is not interesting, and the two disciples fighting are also of limited strength.
What interested everyone was another arena. The two people on this arena were twins, looking exactly the same.
These two people, one named Jiang Yu and the other Jiang Heng, are the two strongest people in the Shengquan Sect’s team this time. If there are no surprises, the position of the Holy Son of the Shengquan Sect’s generation will probably be between the two. Birth.
The brothers were fighting each other, and some of the disciples below also became energetic.
"I also thought that the two senior brothers Jiang could enter the top eight, but I didn't expect to meet each other so soon," a disciple of the Shengquan Sect said helplessly.
"It's okay. Anyway, I support Senior Brother Jiang Yu," the disciple next to him replied.
"That's right. The two have been fighting for more than ten years, and Senior Brother Jiang Yu has always suppressed Senior Brother Jiang Heng."
After hearing the conversation between these two disciples, other sect disciples nearby were also curious and asked.
“The story between the two is full of drama, Jiang Yu is the elder brother and Jiang Heng is the younger brother.
It is said that when the two were young, they once accidentally saved a strong man.
It's a pity that the strong man was injured too seriously, and the poor elixirs on the two men couldn't cure the strong man's injuries at all.
Before he died, the strong man wanted to pass on his martial arts to the two of them. He told them that he had practiced two extreme martial arts at the same time.
One represents the ultimate attack, and the other represents the ultimate defense. He asked the two of them which one they wanted to learn.
So Jiang Yu chose defense, and Jiang Heng chose attack. "
This story sounds a bit like a spear and a shield. The man said that his spear was so sharp that it could pierce everything in the world.
His own shield is a peerless shield that can withstand any attack in the world.
So someone asked him, what will happen if you attack your shield with your spear?
And this answer is also played out between the two brothers. The two have been fighting for more than ten years. From the moment they received the inheritance, they have been secretly competing, trying to prove that their ultimate is the strongest.
But in more than ten years of fighting, Jiang Heng's attacks never broke Jiang Yu's defense, and he was always beaten and never won.
Although the two are twins and look exactly the same, their bodies are quite different.
Jiang Heng looked a little thin, while Jiang Yu's muscles were bulging, which gave people a very shocking feeling.
"Brother, give in, I am no longer the same as before," Jiang Heng raised his fists, and the golden aura in his fists turned into a stream of energy, dividing the surrounding space.
"My stupid brother, you are the one who should admit defeat," Jiang Yu chuckled: "In the past ten years, you have never defeated me once."
