Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 191: Sword Pavilion Ranking
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Slightly shook his head, bound Hong Ling's heart like water still, without the slightest sway in Yan Wenfei's violent aura, red lips lightly opened, "What else do you do except the third child? No progress. Didn’t your master teach you? The more you get to the back, the more you need to rely on your state of mind. From complex to simplified, foreign objects are foreign objects, which can only improve your own strength, but not part of your own strength."
After finishing speaking, it seemed to be a bit boring, and the silence was silent, and the appearance of calmness and no sense of urgency made Yan Wenfei very angry. I feel bound Hongling is a kind of contempt for herself.
The golden glazed glass mirror was lifted slightly by Yan Wenfei, and with the influx of spiritual power, a dark yellow beam of light burst out of the originally cloudy and dull mirror surface. At first, this dark yellow beam of light was bright and bright. But then in a blink of an eye there was a misty halo.
The breeze passed, the corners of the red skirt swayed and swayed, and it was not only the clothes that moved, but also the white and tender right arm of Hong Ling. There was no emotion in the dark beautiful eyes, and she looked coldly Yan Wenfei launched the attack.
'Feng Xiao' whispered softly, exuding a fiery light, and when she saw the white cylindrical aura shining from the turbid surface of the golden glazed glass mirror, Biao Hongling actually smiled.
The smile suddenly looked stunned by the people around him. Few people could see the cold Bian Hong Ling's smiling side. At this moment, those dazzling auras seemed to be overshadowed by Bian Hong Ling's smile. Although I don't know why Bie Hongling suddenly chuckled at this moment, Zhao Jiuge was also moved by Bie Hongling's smile.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, a more terrifying atmosphere poured out, even more terrifying than Yan Wenfei exuded, and even higher. Because the blue silk on the head was bound by the purple hosta, it didn't fall apart but swayed in the air with the wind.
Immediately after everyone saw, "Feng Xiao" moved with a sharp, piercing cry. The glow of the sky is ten thousand feet, the sword light is flying, and with the dance of the "Feng Xiao", the sword light source continues to shoot out one after another. As the speed of the sword dance continues to increase, it brings up a piece of phantom.
This made Zhao Jiuge stunned. He didn't expect Jianjue to be able to use it this way. Looking at the sword light after another, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but swallowed dullly. Zhao Jiuge can only feel that every sword light is enough to kill his own life, the mysterious and profound sword intent, Zhao Jiuge only feels completely incomprehensible.
While Zhao Jiuge was amazed by this sword decisive move, those in the crowd who were a little bit stronger and more exclaimed, bound Hong Ling, the momentum erupted, impressively in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, look at that strong aura, faint There were signs of breaking through the realm of Linghai immediately, which caused a bitter feeling in the hearts of both the dark-skinned and thin youth and the gentle and steady youth.
The two couldn't help but subconsciously met each other. After a while, the gentle young man who admired Hong Ling Ling said, "It looks like this Hong Ling has already pushed us farther and farther. This breath should be away from the breakthrough. The Linghai Realm is not far away, and when the time comes, there will be a huge difference between our cultivation base and us." After speaking, the corners of his mouth curled up, full of helpless bitterness. Although the disciples of the same class originally thought that the gap in strength would be getting shorter and shorter, but I didn't expect that this distance would not shrink as time went on, but instead would become farther and farther. And the distance between myself and the goddess in my heart is getting farther and farther.
Looking at the appearance of this gentle young man, some dark-skinned, skinny youths who were connected with their lives smiled blankly, and had a bit of fun in hardship, and secretly joked, "It seems that we want to surpass on this sword pavilion list. There is no hope for these two wives. With the growth of this year of disciples, our group of old disciples will retreat to the Presbyterian Church."
Why didn't the gentle young man understand this truth, and nodded with some fascination. Even if the time comes to enter the presbytery and become an elder, he is only the lowest level elder in the district. He can only be in the early stage of the transformation of the gods. .
Zhao Jiuge, who had been watching the battle in the field, didn’t respond much even when he heard that Robbwin’s senior was admiring his senior sister, but when he heard the three words on the Jiange ranking, Zhao Jiuge suddenly came. Interest, some wonder what the Jiange list is.
However, Rob Wen on the side was also interested. Without Zhao Jiuge's words, he already asked, "Brother, what is this sword pavilion ranking." After speaking, he looked at his senior brother curiously.
The gentle young man cast a look at Robert Wynn, and then introduced the situation of the Jian Pavilion list listlessly.
It turns out that the mountain where the sword pavilion of the Xuantian Sword Gate exists is called the Jiange Peak. The sword pavilion not only stores the tablets of the death of the disciples of the past generations and their natal flying swords, but also has the life-saving lamp for each of the inner disciples. The natal flying sword is the flying sword that he often uses. It is usually a spirit weapon, and it is called the natal flying sword after being tempered by the Yuan Ying with the flame of the purple origin.
And outside this sword pavilion, on the top of the sword pavilion peak, a stone tablet was erected on it, which recorded the top ten most powerful disciples, and disciples who entered the inner gate and practiced for less than two hundred years were able to be on the list, and two hundred years have passed. After that, most of the disciples will retreat to the Presbyterian Church and silently make some contributions to the sect. Today’s disciples on the sword pavilion list are undoubtedly bound Hongling waiting for their disciples in this session. After two hundred years have passed, when the new and the old are changing, their group of disciples will naturally become elders.
Hearing the explanation from the gentle young man, Zhao Jiuge suddenly became interested in this sword pavilion ranking. I thought that I would wait for the senior sister to finish, and I must let her take a look. Looking at which ten people are on this list now, I don't know when I will be on the list. Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge's heart is hot.
At this moment in the field, the fight was inextricable. With the sword rain that bound Hong Ling, the white beam of light was immediately distorted, bright and dark, and hit these with sharp sword lights. The beam of light, the misty beam of light was a bit like a lit candle. It couldn't bear the violent wind and would go out.
Finally, in this violent rain of swords, the white beam of light dimmed and disappeared, and the unscathed Hong Ling was a little bit, and it didn't even cause Hong Ling to trouble.
"Crack..."
A soft and subtle voice came, and I saw that the turbid surface of the golden glass mirror suddenly cracked a tiny crack, and then the crack became bigger and bigger, spreading, and finally the whole mirror banged With a sound, it shattered, and the entire mirror surface fell to pieces.
"Impossible!" Yan Wenfei let out a hysterical cry, his most important magic weapon was destroyed easily, this is a magic weapon that he has tempered for a long time!
In the previous fights against Bian Hong Ling, this golden glazed glass mirror can also cause a lot of trouble to Du Hong Ling. I thought that now that my strength has soared, he will definitely catch Bian Hong Ling by surprise. , Who knew this would happen.
The hurt in my heart is more uncomfortable than the hurt caused by damage to the magic weapon.
At this moment, Yan Wenfei's eyes widened, looking at Bian Hong Ling a little crazy, but his actions were more than that.