Everyone only saw the door of Hanhai Pavilion slowly opening, and in a daze, they saw a bright sword light shooting out from the pavilion. It was very fast, and the sound of piercing the air rose up with great force, and the direction of the sword path was

, it was the young man named Ye who was leaping in the direction.

The disciples of the Yuxuan Sect only saw the door of the pavilion open, but no one showed up in the pavilion. However, in the past two years of Hanhai Pavilion, only one disciple, Xu Huanchen, had been involved in reading the classics. There is no need to guess that he was the one who issued the sword in the pavilion.

,but

Now that he is in the pavilion, his sword movement is like thunder and lightning. He has perfect control of momentum, accuracy, angle, and direction. Even the elders in the sect may not dare to use the skills of this sword alone.

He is said to be as capable as he is now.

The young man surnamed Ye was leaping in the air, with the green sword in his hand still unsheathed. With only the green snakeskin scabbard, he pointed towards the plaque on the Yuxuanzong Mountain Gate, but suddenly he heard a buzzing sound in his ears. In an instant,

Suddenly, I saw an iron sword stabbing me, and I couldn't see the swordsman. I couldn't help but feel...

Startled, he shouted in a low voice: "Good guy!" He raised his hand and sealed the sword with his hand. He heard a "cang clang" sound, the iron sword trembled slightly, lost its strength, and stuck into the ground instead.

However, the young man's hand was shaken greatly. He put the green sword in its sheath and groaned slightly. He leaned back and returned to the ground.

"I wonder which disciple of the sect is this in the pavilion? Is it someone named Mo? Why don't you dare to meet him?"

The dark pupils of the boy surnamed Ye were fixed on the ancient tower, and there seemed to be a bit of sorrow between his eyebrows, but Hanhai Pavilion just opened the door, and no one answered for a while. The boy surnamed Ye waited for a long time, and sneered: "

For someone like you, I'm afraid you can only have the grace of this sword!"

Yong Shaoyu's eyebrows stood up when he heard this. The young man named Ye kept asking if the disciples in Hanhai Pavilion were named Mo. However, the surname Mo was already rare in the world. In the past thirty years, there was only one disciple with the surname Mo in the sect.

He saw that the boy was only ten years old

A handsome man of about eighty-nine years old, with good martial arts skills, how could he recognize his deceased disciple Mo Zhi? At this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that this young man has actually seen my seventh son before? If so, I

How can a master just ignore this?"

Just as he was about to get out of the queue, he heard the young man shout loudly again: "Since the brat named Mo dare not meet each other, how dare anyone come out from Xuanyue Peak!"

This time the name was called, it was directly pointed at his own head. Yong Shaoyu waved his robe sleeves and was about to step forward, but suddenly his arm was gently pulled by someone. Looking back, he saw Ning Ruofu coldly and coldly.

Standing next to him, he shook his head gently.

At the same time, a figure was seen staggering out of the gate of Hanhai Pavilion. It was Xu Huanchen. He was dressed in green and wearing a wooden crown. His face was slightly pale, but his face was rich and handsome, and he had a handsome appearance.

He looks like a handsome and handsome young man.

The young man named Ye looked him up and down, clicked his tongue and said, "You are not that brat."

After two years, Xu Huanchen stepped out of Hanhai Pavilion in front of everyone for the first time and walked out from under the eaves. He frowned slightly under the sun, his face was cold and he said nothing. He just glanced at the young man in front of him and walked straight towards the upside-down man.

The long sword on the ground.

"Sect elder, how can you see me just when you say you want to?"

Xu Huanchen's words were thin and meaningless, reaching his ears like a wisp of autumn wind. At this moment, he had walked to the side of the long sword, reaching out to grasp the hilt and lift it up.

The young man surnamed Ye was stunned by what he said. When he saw him about to draw his sword, he suddenly laughed and said, "You want to take the sword, but I won't let you!"

As he spoke, his white jade-like palm clapped toward the hilt of the sword. Halfway through the palm, he saw Xu Huanchen still reaching for it with cold eyes, as if he was alone and he didn't care.

Suddenly, with half a move, his palm turned into a sword, and he slashed towards his shoulder. The speed of the change of moves and the precise direction of the force were really extremely fast.

"This kid is so ruthless!" Yong Shaoyu was secretly shocked, "Liu Yuandi is dead, and the sect has lost one of its leaders. If Huan Chen is damaged again, won't the sect's talents be withered?

"

He thought of this and was about to use his strength to break away when he heard a muffled "chi" sound in front of him. However, he saw that Xu Huanchen did not dodge, but instead moved forward with his left shoulder and took the sword strike forcefully.

Everyone saw that the young man named Ye suddenly changed his tactics and became ruthless.

Incomparably, if he were an ordinary disciple, no matter how strong his energy was, he would have been severely injured and defeated after receiving this blow. However, Xu Huanchen took the blow on his left shoulder, but seemed to be fine. Instead, he held his shoulders inwardly, and instead used the long sword on the ground "swish"

”The ground was uprooted.

But strangely enough, the young man surnamed Ye had the knife on his shoulder, but he never left. Instead, he seemed to be attracted by magnetism and followed Xu Huanchen's movements. Xu Huanchen leaned over to draw the sword, and his arm also sank down.

Xu Huanchen raised his sword and raised his arm. Fortunately, Xu Huanchen had no intention of fighting. He just focused on the sword in front of him. It seemed that this ordinary iron sword was what his heart wanted.

"Senior Brother Yong, don't make any move first. That young man is not a man."

There was no emotion at all in Ning Ruofu's words, as plain as a pool of stagnant water, but the tone of her words was soft and pleasant to the ears, which was really nice to hear.

After Yong Shaoyu heard this, he couldn't help but take a closer look, and saw that the young man was a little shorter than Xu Huanchen, but he could still be regarded as a Zhilan Yushu, as rich as jade, and his cheeks were naturally shining like precious jade necklaces. He looked very...

Delicate, a pair of eyes with flowing waves, but not the fierce look of a young man, and at the moment the knife in his hand was sucked by Xu Huanchen's shoulder, he looked a little impatient, with a blushing face, but still a bit shy, and indeed not a man's look.

Ning Ruofu said: "This girl's ability to disguise herself is pretty good, but my daughter is pretending to be a man. No matter what, her Adam's apple and breasts cannot be disguised."

Ning Ruofu has been practicing Buddhism and enlightenment for many years, and her heart has long been indifferent to the difference between men and women. When talking about it now, she doesn't shy away from saying too much: "Look at that girl's throat, but there is no Adam's apple?"

The young man's neck was as bright as jade, slender and elegant, and his chest was full and exquisite. He was indeed a woman's figure.

But it was said that the girl surnamed Ye was so vicious that she planned this strike with her hand. Even if she was hit by a master of martial arts, she would still be seriously injured and vomit blood. However, the man in front of her straightly handed her shoulder over, and she unexpectedly cut him off with one strike.

, but was grabbed tightly by an inexplicable suction force on his shoulder. No matter how hard he used his skills to collide, he was still unable to let go. His palm was always locked tightly by the force of his shoulder.

"This is...Liuyun Xujin..." the girl surnamed Ye muttered in a low voice, "This is supposed to be the strength of the sword, but you can control it with your body. Are you better than that surnamed Mo?"

Is the boy more powerful?"

Xu Huanchen then put the long sword back to his waist and asked softly: "You keep asking me about the whereabouts of Junior Brother Mo, who are you?"

The girl continued to speak several times while trying to pull her arm back, but it was always difficult to do so. She simply sneered and said: "Who am I going to ask, young master, and what does it have to do with you!"

Xu Huanchen said: "You are not a man, so why do you call yourself 'young master?' Do you recognize my junior brother?"

The girl said angrily: "He's dead! He's dead a long time ago! Why are you asking me?"

In fact, this girl was not someone else, but Ye Xiaoluan, who parted ways with Mo Zhi outside Dark Cloud Manor. She said goodbye quickly that night, but afterwards she was secretly reluctant to leave her, and even went back to her old place, but there was no trace of Mo Zhi left. ?At this moment, she and Yu Xiangwan returned to the Qiaozhuang Demon Road to Yuxuanzong. They said they wanted to compete with the famous sect in martial arts, but in fact they also wanted to see what their lover was like now. She was thinking about how Mo Zhi was like that back then. If he has the qualifications, he must enter Hanhai Pavilion to observe martial arts, but who would have thought that what he saw was Xu Huanchen. He was troubled at the moment, and he was not easy to talk to, and the word "death" came out of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. When she met Mo Zhi, the battle at Lulongguan in the northwest had already ended. Naturally, she knew that Mo Zhi had not died in the rebellion, but now everyone in Yuxuanzong thought that Mo Zhi had died early. In the yellow sand of the northwest, even if Yong Shaoyu went to the northwest many times, he just wanted to find Mo Zhi's remains, hide them in the mountains and forests of the sect, and lay them to rest.

Therefore, her voice was extremely loud, saying that Mo Zhi had died a long time ago. Although she was slightly angry and a bit shy of a girl, when Xu Huanchen listened, her hopes that suddenly rose were disillusioned again, and her thoughts flickered. Suddenly, the strength on his shoulders relaxed, and Ye Xiaoluan immediately pulled out his hand and said bitterly: "Since he is not here, I will learn the tricks of your sect today and see how qualified you are to enter Hanhai Pavilion!"

As he spoke, the green sword was raised sideways. Although it was not unsheathed, the path of the sword was very treacherous. Many sword masters in Yuxuanzong saw it and all praised it. However, Xu Huanchen was dejected at this moment. He just shook his head and sighed without any intention of avoiding it.

He had just picked up the sword on his shoulder, which shocked everyone to death. Seeing Ye Xiaoluan use the green sword now, they did not dare to neglect it. However, they saw a roar from the crowd, and a black-bearded Taoist rushed out. When everyone saw it, they all I recognized that it was Qi Yunfeng's elder, called Lingdu Sanren.

Ling Du San had just seen his favorite disciple Liu Yuandi being chopped into pieces, and he was already very angry. Then he saw that the first elder Tian Zhu had his mind taken away in an instant, and he felt even more shameless. At this moment, Xu Huanchen never evaded, and he was really worried. If the two young leaders in the sect were killed in one day, and word spread, not only would Yu Xuanzong's century-old reputation be ruined, but also the reputation of Yu Xuanzong would be ruined. The reputation of the righteous path was damaged. At this moment, he no longer wanted to endure it, so he came out with his sword. This person was the first elder of Qi Yunfeng from Tian Zhu down. He had profound skills and a variety of sword skills. This flying crane-like figure suddenly caught up with him. , with a slash of his sword, Ye Xiaoluan's long sword bounced away.

"You thief! Give my disciple his life!"

Ling Du San's black beard stretched out his halberd, and he was furious. He raised the sword in his hand slightly and flicked it up. The disciples of Yu Xuan Sect all cheered when they saw it. Everyone could see clearly that the name of this move was "Visiting the Immortal with the Sword", which was " This is an extremely subtle move in the Eight Directions Worshiping Sword Movement.

Ye Xiaoluan only saw the flash of sword light in front of him, and the tip of the sword was coming, and he said with a smile: "You are such a smart old man, call me a thief, I will teach you the rules today!"

Everyone heard her uncompromising words, and seeing how young she was, she was no match for the Ling Du San people who had worked hard for decades. They were thinking about what to do if the demonic energy was greatly weakened, but they couldn't.

Suddenly, he heard two sharp "clang" sounds, and saw a long sword suddenly flying into the air.

"That's Uncle Lingdu's Songfeng Sword!"

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