Elder Yushan's mouth curled up indifferently. His strength was in the late stage of Concentration and could break through to the Golden Dan realm at any time. He could accept a genius disciple as his disciple. If this disciple was promoted to an inner disciple with very outstanding results, it would be of great benefit to him in the late stage of Concentration and to be promoted to an inner elder.

Most of the inner sect elders stay in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, and there are also elders of the second-grade fire control master. Those who can be promoted to the inner sect elders at the late stage of the Concentration Realm will also be promoted to the inner sect elders. They rely on their contributions to the sect, such as their disciples who have outstanding achievements.

Mang Tianyu showed extraordinary performance, and Elder Yushan didn't mind accepting him as his disciple and giving him certain benefits and help. With this idea, he undoubtedly paid more attention to Mang Tianyu.

The dense sword lights hung in one place, forming a sword curtain with a faint light. Like a tide surging, chasing Mang Tianyu in waves, delicate and lingering, murderous intent hidden, and continuous attacks made Mang Tianyu's body block the left and right branch with almost no power to fight back. Deng Fuchen became stronger and stronger as the battle was fought. Countless sword-like antelope hung their horns, without any flaws. After layering, the finest and gentle drizzle suddenly intensified the offensive, causing the five inner disciples standing not far away to quietly watch the battle.

"Who is this kid? The sword energy is triggered to this extent, and he must have a bloody life and death experience! It's too rare, right?" An inner disciple said in a frightened manner. Most of the outer disciples of the Haotian Sect will never experience the test of life and death experience. Even if they are in duels, even if they are serious and minor injuries, how many people will fight with their lives?

"This person is not simple. The boy opposite him is even more amazing! The seventh level of Qi Gathering Period! Most outer disciples, at his level, would not have such strength? Especially the skill of hiding needles in the cotton is really amazing!"

"No matter how powerful it is, the difference between the ninth and seventh levels of the Qi Gathering Period is too great! The gap between the two is not easy to cross!"

The early stage of cultivation, the greater the impact of the realm on the strength of the cultivator. The difference between the ninth and seventh levels of the Qi Gathering Period will have several times the size of the Yuan power. The boxing force produced by Mang Tianyu is far less than that of Deng Fuchen, and the momentum is terrifying! In essence, the gap between the two sides is obvious. It is beyond many people's expectations that Mang Tianyu can persist to this level. If he wants to win, few people will have any hope for him.

Seeing Mang Tianyu being forced to retreat to the point where he could not retreat, Deng Fuchen's sword was even more sharp! A sword light slashed from top to bottom, and its power evaporated to the extreme. The force of slashing gold and iron made the close outer disciples so scared that their faces were pale and their legs became weak. Xiao Mingyue was suddenly startled and moved quickly under her feet.

The moment he made movements, Xiao Mingyue saw a cold light in Mang Tianyu's eyes, a golden light flashed, and the strange snake pattern on his right arm and wrist raised. How could this be possible? Xiao Mingyue was stunned and his movement stopped. The dark blue wave light led to a surging hot air flow, which was urging to the fingertips by Mang Tianyu. The index finger suddenly grew bigger, and the golden light shook, "Hiss!" It was like a knife slashing the cloth, with a dull tone, and it fell into Xiao Mingyue's ears, which was particularly clear.

The sword energy, an extremely tough sword energy, was as sharp as a blade, splitting the sword light that Deng Fuchen had cut out. A dangerous aura formed in everyone's mind. Everyone looked at Mang Tianyu who had fought for his life in horror. Regardless of the damaged sword light that was rushing towards Deng Fuchen's neck, the blue sword energy was fiercely slashed at Deng Fuchen's neck. At that moment, there was no sound around.

Xiao Mingyue was close to Mang Tianyu, and could clearly feel the sword light emitted by Deng Fuchen, and wiped his ears and flew over him. The hairs all over his body stood up, and his heart and soul were almost lost.

With a "bang", blood splattered. While Mang Tianyu fell to the ground, a painful blood scattered from the corner of Deng Fuchen's mouth. Soon the blood splattered into blood. In a big mouthful of mouth, blood splattered out, and the blood was filled with blood.

Deng Fuchen, die! Mang Tianyu was seriously injured, and the result was beyond everyone's expectations!

Feeling the scorching smell of blood on his mouth, Xiao Mingyue was in a daze and was a little confused. There was a loud quarrel in his ears and constant debate.

"Killing brothers from the same sect, this person should be killed!"

"Is Mang Tianyu injured even if I didn't see it?"

"Hmph, the sect has its own sect rules. If you don't punish it, how can you convince the public?"

"The punishment is OK. I think his injuries are not light. I need to find someone to treat them. What method should I use to punish them?" Elder Yushan said indifferently and majesticly, slowly: "I will make a decision after researching above. This kid is not a bad guy. He has the seventh level of Qi Gathering Stage. With such powerful sword energy, it is hard to guarantee that he is not a talented disciple."

Elder Yushan's words made the angry inner disciple speechless. Mang Tianyu was really the possibility of being selected to become a genius disciple, so they were definitely not able to make a judgment. According to Mang Tianyu's performance just now, the possibility has a certain probability and became a reality. He looked at Mang Tianyu lying on the ground with a hatred, and the five inner disciples shook their sleeves and left.

Offending an inner disciple is not a good thing for Elder Yushan. Even if it is a little troublesome, it is a huge difference between heaven and earth than picking up a talented disciple and receiving it for cultivation, and it is more worth a try. He stared at Mang Tianyu meaningfully, and the elder said in his heart: "I hope this kid has the talent to cultivate sword energy, otherwise it would be more of a loss."

The unexpected bloody scene broke the tranquility of Zixin Pavilion for some time. The sharp sword energy used by Mang Tianyu in the battle will be the central topic for the outer disciples to discuss after dinner. When Xiao Mingyue learned that Junior Brother Mang was taken away by Elder Yushan and entered the Concentration Tower to heal his wounds in a low-key manner, he was relieved and spent all his time on practicing sword energy.

Wolf Teeth Horn, in the small valley.

The rolling hills are covered with lush ancient trees, green grass, satin-like green, reflecting dazzling luster under the sun. The dark golden air flows happily at Xiao Mingyue’s fingertips, and the speed suddenly increases several times, bringing a series of golden sword lights, like dazzling small lightning, the lively dragon playing in the water, the birds’ surprise in his eyes, and his mind constantly recalls the scene of the square honorary battle between Junior Mang’s attack.

"hiss!"

The blue energy practice exudes the cold sword energy, and makes a sound, "crack", like a bone being pried open, the trembling from the depths of the soul is like a strong wind and a torrential rain. A light golden flame blooms quietly in front of Xiao Mingyue, dancing wildly, like a group of charming snake women twisting their slim waists that are gripped, with endless charm.

Junior Brother Mang's movements were like a long sword unsheathed, cold and charming, green clothes whistling, black hair whimpering, right hand fingers, sharp sword light swims out of the snake's hole, and snake's eyes are as deep as the abyss.

When Xiao Mingyue deeply realized the terrifying sword energy, something happened suddenly.

The cold coldness suddenly enveloped his whole body, and the extremely strong sense of danger made his hair stand on his hair, just like an extremely sharp flying sword pressed against his throat. The cold sword intent easily cut his skin, and the pain filled his body and could not move at all.

Closed his eyes slightly and showed a terrified astonishment. Xiao Mingyue was shocked by the sudden cold sword intent! He squeezed the little black iron's fingers tightly, as stiff as an ice cave, and could not move at all.

The sword intent is actually the sword intent!

Will the sword energy displayed by Junior Brother Mang contain sword intent? If so, it is a little silk thread that can be easily ignored. How can it have such a great impact on him?

The confused consciousness and confused mind trembled violently, and Xiao Mingyue felt a hint of horror in the inner world. He was like a bound beast, constantly struggling and shaking, trying to regain control of his body.

The sword intent is the sword energy displayed by Junior Brother Mang. It contains a trace of sword intent. After being integrated by him, it was magnified countless times by Xiao Hei Iron, which led to his own practice of martial arts and his body being trapped.

Damn it!

The cold breath continued to increase, and the ruthless sword intent wrapped him, wrapped around him, tormented him, like a cold monster opening his bloody mouth, eroding his body little by little. The suffocation of blood, the pulsating stagnation of the pulsating, the tension of breathing, and the thoughts of struggle in his heart all the time. At this time, someone could notice that Xiao Mingyue would be shocked by his appearance. Xiao Mingyue was like a stone-fetal wax figure with a weird posture, slightly raised her fingers, her eyes paused, and her face was dull and terrible!

Fear, despair, and constant futility. In a short while, the cold and cold breath easily forced Xiao Mingyue into a dead end. She had no choice but to fight to the death.

The unwillingness and anger in my heart were suddenly ignited.

"Go to die!"

When Xiao Mingyue almost lost the idea of ​​supporting herself, she instinctively tried to use the Silk-Tangling Art. The thin spiritual power, carrying the breath of the thunder storm, hit back and forth in her bloodline, circling, and making unwilling roars. The struggle, infinitely amplified by her mind's consciousness, became Xiao Mingyue's last only means, and she fought desperately with the sword intent.

Half an hour passed, and the situation did not improve at all. Xiao Mingyue in the sea of ​​consciousness was like a desperate madman, waving her arms and rushing towards the gloomy and cold blue mist.

A shallow sea of ​​fog formed in Xiao Mingyue's consciousness. The continuous flowing coldness brought people the coldness of winter. There seemed to be a pair of deep eyes in the depths of the sea, staring at him silently, the corners of the cold mouth bent, and the disdainful sarcasm made him extremely angry.

The illusion was realistic. In a trance, Xiao Mingyue saw countless flying swords with long tails floating in the depths of the fog sea, flying towards him with howling, cold and sharpness! It covered the sky and the sky, and the cold sword intent galloped across the board. He could not avoid it, but could only resist with his body.

With a bang, Xiao Mingyue's fingers moved slightly, and a light golden blood bead at his fingertips broke, and a Zen lotus bloomed in the air, cracked, broken, and transformed little by little, disappearing into a light golden cyclone. This process continued to repeat, and it began again and again. Another hour passed, Xiao Mingyue, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass, was like wearing a light golden short coat, with the majesty of golden light.

Until the last moment of the battle, Xiao Mingyue seemed to realize what he had broken through, and her consciousness fell into a temporary trance and half-invisible.
Chapter completed!