The diviner's heartbeat was particularly strong. At this stage of his cultivation, he could actually remain calm most of the time, but he still couldn't suppress his violent heartbeat.

Holding his fist, there was nothing inside, but a light had just dissipated there, a light sworn by blood, the leader of the Sacred Mountain Vegetables. He had never thought that such a figure would appear in his No. 3 courtyard.

"Hahaha, my Courtyard No. 3 has established itself with martial arts. You should step out of the courtyard and conquer all directions!"

Wu Rang got out of the way, and a group of young people with youthful passion and faith finally broke through the depression in their hearts. They wanted to show their bravery to the world.

The backs of these young people were a bit dazzling, and Wu couldn't help but tremble slightly. He was making a huge gamble. Back then, an elder from No. 2 Courtyard just taught a lesson to Prince Meng Lang for teasing one of his students at the altar, which led to the destruction of the Courtyard.

, but today he was going to have a discussion with the lunatic in Courtyard No. 2, see blood and even decide between life and death. He was actually very scared now, but the light that dissipated in his hands before was too tempting, like a devil.

"Have you thought about the consequences? Aren't you afraid? Caicaicai is just a madman. Why bother to fight with him?" The man in white robe and long beard slowly condensed his figure beside Wu. No one has ever known that he is famous in the city of God.

The two deans are brothers, real brothers!

One person is wearing a white robe and a long beard, and is as kind as an old immortal in a painting, while the other person looks like a reckless man with wild hair and beard. They have never mentioned it in front of others, but they are indeed brothers.

"I don't know how strong Caicaicai is, but when I faced him before, I thought I would lose, so I didn't take action and just took a teaching position. I even suspected that he had actually broken through the heaven level.

, reached that legendary realm.”

"If he really reaches that level of cultivation, then the wrath of the Holy Mountain can only fall on your No. 3 Courtyard. What can you do to resist?" He frowned. As the dean, they have some friction.

, but when it comes to brothers, their relationship is very good, so naturally he would not want his younger brother to die just like that.

"Although Shenshan is overbearing in dealing with things, it has always been fair. I am also betting, and I think it is worth it."

The things military commander Nan Jiu promised were made clear to others, and there was no need to hide them in front of him.

"The journey of cultivating Taoism is more than just fighting against heaven. Everything in the world must be fought for. I hope you can cross this gap and take me to see the scenery on the high mountain."

The man nodded and then lost his trace.

The four people in Courtyard No. 2 showed unimaginable patience today. Even the onlookers gradually lost their patience. They were still waiting there, motionless, and were completely indifferent to the ridicule of the busybodies. They just stayed there quietly.

Standing like a stone carving.

A gust of wind had just blown over, bringing with it a faint smell of fishy weather. Su Hang looked forward and saw a group of dozens of people coming together with a strong momentum. What was strange was that their left arms were all bandaged, and there was a trace of

Dark red oozes.

Everyone saw that it was blood, but they didn't know why all the apprentices from No. 3 Courtyard who came here had their right arms injured.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time." The person who stepped forward to speak was still Jin Lin who led the team before.

"Since we're here, let's get started." Caicaicai stretched out his hand and drew a circle on the square. An inexplicable attitude spread out, pushing everyone in the circle out, and a temporary arena was set up.

Today's appearance order is the same as last time. Wang Lun has already stepped into the circle. There are several wounds on his face that have not yet dissipated. The wind blows up his long hair. The timidity on his face is replaced by perseverance, which attracts a few people.

A pregnant girl whispers.

Meng Yun carefully wiped the spear in his hand. He just glanced back at the gaze of the boy in red, and continued to fight against the non-existent stains on the gun. He was now in a peaceful mood, but there was something under his calmness.

He had an uncontrollable surge, and when he saw the young man in red, it broke the peace in his heart, so he could only wipe the gun first.

Meng Yun still remembers when he fell into the dust everywhere, dressed in the same red clothes, he said: "You broke my dream. I want to kill you, but I can't. How about you die yourself?"

Naturally, he didn't know why the young man who had been following him since childhood said this, or why he said this after risking his life to pull him out of death. He hadn't seen him for three years since then.

, Meng Yun didn't know what kind of state of mind Nanjiu was in that day, just because he had no state of mind that day, he left the sacred mountain in a daze, and turned the long sword that he had practiced for more than ten years into a long spear.

Nan Jiu looked at Zhi Shuxi for a long time. Naturally, he couldn't see the calmness or turmoil in his heart. He saw the indifference, so he smiled, a relieved smile, and said silently in his heart: "You understand me, you

You should understand me!"

A group of disciples in No. 3 Courtyard, except Nan Jiu, were discussing who should appear. They didn't care much about Nan Jiu's anomaly. Although he was the one who aroused the passion before, they found that no one knew him, so naturally

No one cares.

Yesterday, Seventy's performance would be the laughing stock of the city, but it was just a loss of face, but Xiao Qing almost lost her life, so they planned to send three people on the field to try to crush her with strength.

But no one wanted to play in the first game. Although it was easy, it was not that glorious. Although it was fun to bully the weak, the opinions of others would always make people feel unhappy. Finally, someone finally stood up.

It wasn't because he was weak or vulgar enough, it was just because she had just joined No. 3 Courtyard, and her name had appeared on a bulletin board in a prosperous area of ​​the city.

She had no choice, so she had no choice but to stand up.

"Gu Meng in Courtyard No. 2, I'm offended." The girl used a long-handled sword to cut her hair close to her scalp. Her soft face expressed her gender, and the few light freckles on her face were as stubborn as her expression.

.

"Offended!" Seventy's hands folded around the sword and bowed.

The two of them knew each other's identities, but neither of them was in a hurry to take action. The others were still waiting to watch the excitement, so they naturally became noisy.

"Attention!" Gu Meng's petite body rushed towards Qishi with a sword. The thick sword was light and heavy in his hands. The weapon that should have been opened and closed in his hands was as light and powerful as a long sword.

Everyone is waiting to see a joke. The reappearance of yesterday will always bring more things to talk about after dinner. After all, there are more times when things go against expectations in this world. The situation where Seventy was chopped down with a knife did not happen, even if it was slightly embarrassing.

There is no pick-up call.

Seventy took a step back before the sword came close. The long sword in his hand swung. Suddenly the sword lost its accuracy and cut a deep scar on the sacrificial square. It was quite ugly. Strangely,

But in the blink of an eye, the ground returned to its original state.

For a moment, he was a little unable to turn around. Due to the weirdness of the ground and the crooked slash of his knife, Gu Meng knew that it was Seventy who did it, but he just couldn't believe it. The battle inside the dilapidated wall of No. 2 Courtyard that day,

She also saw that the boy who could only randomly block the incoming weapons that day was able to deal with it quite freely today, and now even reminded him softly: "Don't be distracted!"

The sun was shining on his beautiful face, which was a bit dazzling.

Naturally, this is not the time to think about this. It would be best for him to act normally and win or lose in an upright manner, so there is no need to worry about bullying messages.

Without answering, the girl dragged the sword and rushed towards Qishi again. The domineering sword-drag technique, when the petite Gu Meng used it, actually looked a little pitiful. If the girl hadn't screamed with the next sword, she would also scream.

A shocking wound was cut on the ground, or a ravine is more appropriate. The girl who should have been heartbroken shuddered in her heart. If she was hit by this knife without hesitation, she would probably have more wounds.

Half twin brother.

Naturally, Qishi would not stand there stupidly and let her tell her that he was split in two. His feet kept moving quickly in a small area. The rapid movement in a small area made his figure blurred, but Gu Meng ignored it.

, even if it is blurred, it is still in that area. Then split this area, and naturally there will be nowhere to hide. The sword with the powerful momentum of dragging the sword, cuts through it as if it is the beginning of the world, this sword covers the area

Ji Guang, it stands to reason that the phantom that turned into seventy should have no way out, only a hard way.

Gu Meng even had a smile of victory on her lips. Her opponent did not dare to take action like that day, but she still won easily...right?

The seventy-year-old sword thrust out at a weird angle. His figure was still blurry, but the sword was extremely clear. The tip of the sword accurately touched the tip of the sword, immediately piercing the indomitable momentum, and then

After pouring out all the energy, Seventy also retreated gracefully, leaving only the majestic sword technique to vent alone, drawing a chasm on the ground.

The girl's competitive spirit was aroused at this time. Before she became a Taoist, she had never lost a fight, and she had never lost a fight against her peers since then. Since she had never lost, she naturally would not think that she could not beat her.

With a cold snort, the girl's sword was faster, as if it was invisible in the air, and only the shadow of the sword flashed occasionally, proving its existence.

Seventy, on the other hand, seems to have no weight, floating in the air. Following the trajectory of his body, you can vaguely see the trajectory of the sword.

Compared to Gu Meng's violence, Seventy was much more elegant. When he dodged calmly, he would always thrust out a sword at the last moment, and every time he would cut off the momentum accumulated by the sword.

After fighting like this for a while, Gu Meng understood that this would not work after all, and if it continued like this, he would eventually be defeated by exhaustion.

He slashed forward without using the sword again. Taking advantage of Seventy to dodge, Gu Meng stepped back with a sword that was as long as himself. The sword drew sparks on the ground. He looked up at the long sword tilted after he turned over and landed on the ground.

Pointing to seventy, he looks heroic.

"What's going on with this guy?"

A lively discussion suddenly broke out in Courtyard No. 3. Everyone saw the embarrassment of being seventy years ago. A man who couldn't even hold a sword steady was now running smoothly. Was it because he was hiding his clumsiness that day or because he did it in such a short time?

Such a big change.

Naturally, no one would come out to answer their questions, but some people who did not participate were secretly happy in their hearts. Fortunately, it was not them. They asked themselves that they would not be stronger than Gu Meng.

"I think the girl is a little tired after cutting for a long time. Let me take action instead."

When the Seventy Long Sword was twisted, there was a wild aura, like a giant monster from ancient times.

The long sword is as clear as the fangs of a ferocious beast. The sword technique has changed from the elegant and multi-colored movement before. The sword aura is fierce and murderous.

Facing Qishi's long sword that was as fierce as a tiger, Gu Meng chose to avoid the edge temporarily and quickly stepped back. At the same time, the sword passed across the path that the long sword must pass through. Unsurprisingly, the long sword pierced his body.

On the blade, the huge force pushed Gu Meng back some distance.

In this situation, Qishi should have withdrawn his long sword and then prepared his attack, but unexpectedly, he turned his wrist and the long sword pierced from the side at a tricky angle. Gu Meng's long sword was too late.

Returning to protect him, he had no choice but to retreat again. Unexpectedly, the seventy-year-old sword was unforgiving and followed him like a shadow.

Gu Meng had no choice but to burst out with a powerful attack to force Qi Shi away. However, Qi Shi would always rush up to the ground as soon as he landed, transforming into a ferocious beast, using all kinds of cunning, ferocious and even slightly subtle attacks.

Attacking in an insidious way is the most difficult to defend. However, in a head-to-head encounter, Seventy can retreat calmly and gracefully to avoid its sharp edge, and also take the time to counterattack without hesitation, always at the critical point.

In this way, although Gu Meng had powerful destructive power, he was always interrupted or failed at key points, and she herself had to be forced back again and again. Until finally she saw a long sword pointing at his

Between the eyebrows, the smile of the young man opposite me is like a spring breeze.

"you lose"

There was no unwillingness or disappointment. She did not expect that she would accept her first failure so calmly. Maybe it was because the young man had a nice smile. Gu Meng calmly walked into the crowd in No. 3 Courtyard.

"How come you can't even beat a loser?"

Naturally, some people were unhappy. As soon as Gu Meng walked into the crowd, he was questioned by others. Just now, this person in the crowd was secretly glad that he was not on the stage.

"Oh, is it so?"
To be continued...