The Lord who use immortals as food

As Gan Zifeng went all the way up, he came to the second-level viewing platform, where outstanding disciples from all peaks were present. The two of them sat down casually, not conspicuously.

The venue was bustling with people, and the aftermath of the previous performance was fading away. When Pei Ye sat down, the proud young man he had just seen was also walking towards the stage.

Gan Zifeng didn't speak anymore, because the position was neither high nor low, just enough to hear the comments of the peak masters and elders from above, and the discussions of the disciples from all branches below.

At this time, the words below were really clear to my ears.

"Is that Junior Brother Caiyue from Xianqiao Peak? He is so handsome."

"Can he beat Senior Brother Kong Wen? I don't believe it."

"I don't really believe it, but he has gained a reputation in Fucheng. His skills in "White Rainbow Chapter" shocked everyone. Today should be his first appearance in the sect."

"You don't understand. Junior Brother Yan must win. Ever since Senior Brother Ji Feng's sword was thrown off the cliff, Xianqiao Peak has been in ruins. It has suffered so much contempt over the years. Junior Brother is a beggar brought back by Uncle Xu from Xiangzhou City. , he grew up with this kind of gaze."

"I heard that he picked Senior Brother Kong Wen on his own initiative?"

"yes."

On the lotus platform, Yan Caiyue stood quietly with his head lowered, holding a long sword upside down in his right arm. The white blade shone like a mirror in the sunlight.

"After the younger generation has finished this scene, I will ask the Sword Master to give me some advice." The voice above was very soft but very clear. Ji Changyun, the leader of Yuanwu Peak, was no longer sure how old he was. He had obvious black spots on his face. At this time, he was the only one standing tallest. Sitting next to Ming Qitian. The man was placing a dark-colored sword on his knees, and his whole person had the same temperament as the old pine in the audience.

Ji Changyun is now the oldest person in Baili Kongtong Mountain. You can find this name on the second page of the Crane List - Crane Sixty-Seven, [Old Sword Forgets Pine].

This is also the most exciting midfield of this year's [Tiesong Sword Forum]. Master Ji Feng and Master Mingjian will stage a feather scale test in advance under the five peaks.

This will be the most formal and high-level intersection between Yunlang Sword and Kongtong Sword in the past fifty years. It will definitely be recorded in detail and serve as an example for many sword theories in the future.

Just looking at it from the other side, when Ming Qitian was asking for swordsmanship in Tianshan, the young disciples on the Tianzhu were coming and going. Nie Shangheng, Shang Yunning, and Zuoqiu Longhua all had something to say in front of the Mingjian Master. Nowadays, Kongtong has skipped over the younger generation and just used the people who control the mountain to support the scene. It can indeed be seen that the theory that "Kongtong is in decline" in recent years is not groundless.

"Senior's words are too modest." Ming Qitian bowed her hands.

Take another look at the competition below.

Another person has slowly come down from the stage. He is tall, holding a much wider and heavier sword, and stands on the Matsushita Lotus Platform.

If Yan Caiyue has just shown his sharp edge, Kong Wen has already had a sharp sword that has been unsheathed for a long time. He became famous at the same age as Yan Caiyue. Although his talent is slightly less, now four years have passed, even if he does not talk about sword skills, he is The realm has already been established in Liusheng, and he is a young pillar of Yuanwu Peak who is well-known.

This is the last scene in the first half of the sword discussion, and it is also the most watched scene so far.

The two stood facing each other, and there was a distant sound of swords coming from nowhere. The noise fell silent in a few breaths, the autumn wind rolled the leaves, and the two men on the field saluted with their swords crossed.

The next moment after the ceremony, another sword cry sounded, the sound was short and sharp, solemn and solemn.

Yan Caiyue was the first to draw his sword.

Pei Ye instantly understood what the "White Rainbow Chapter" was. The temperament was somewhat similar to the straight ink sword he encountered on the Guanlu Platform, but now this sword was obviously clean and pure to another level. Baihong Jingtian, a This mighty force rushed towards me.

Just looking at this move, Pei Ye agreed with Gan Zifeng's words. Such a sword is definitely strong enough to match the strength of "Yellow Jade". If this disciple is really the only one who has learned this sword recently, then Huansilou will inevitably use it. Keep your eyes on him.

But when is the right time to make a move? Now that Miss Ming has arrived, will they really take action? Where are the other suitable targets?

Huansilou collects so many kinds of swordsmanship. What is it trying to do?

Pei Ye stared at the field in silence.

"Senior Brother Yan's sword... Oh my god" Guan Qianyan exclaimed, "Is "The White Rainbow" so powerful?"

"Master said that among the inheritance of the Seventeen Peaks, the "White Rainbow Chapter" can be ranked in the top ten." Kong Lanting said in a childish and serious voice, "But Senior Sister Guan, the second half of the sword is not the "White Rainbow Chapter". Senior Brother Yan has his own understanding of the sword."

Zhang Jingbi, who had been silent for a long time, snorted vaguely: "It's not like I was pressed down and beaten."

"Oh." Everyone seemed as if they had not heard anything. Guan Qianyan nodded to Kong Lanting in surprise, "Junior Brother Kong is still awesome."

"I actually want to ask the sword master," Kong Lanting said to himself, still flipping through the book "Song of the Mist Sword" in his hand, and then glanced to the side for no reason, feeling a little hesitant.

Guan Qianyan also followed his gaze and tried to open her mouth, but no sound came out.

His eyes turned: "Ah! Junior Brother Kong, Senior Brother Yan missed a move - eh, missed another move!"

"Fifth life is still too difficult for Sixth life, not to mention that Senior Brother Kong Wen is also very good at fighting." Kong Lanting said seriously.

"Then Senior Brother Yan is going to lose."

"Well" Kong Lanting looked at it with a frown, "I probably missed half of my moves again."

"I'll ask Senior Brother Xi." The girl turned her head and said, "Senior Brother Xi, stop reading."

".Huh? What."

"Let's see who can win?"

"."

"say something."

The man's gentle voice sounded: "Kong Wen is going to lose."

".ah?"

"The sword theory of "Yuan Yun Breaking Stone" is so good. Kong Wen can't fight for a long time, and he is actually going to be 'all exhausted'. Cai Yue's sword is extremely good at using it. If I have to say it, there is only one flaw, which is Sheng Sheng. Fierceness is more important than calmness, so a little haste between defense and attack will inevitably expose a gap." Xi Tianji smiled and said, "But this is a result of personality, and it will be difficult to correct it within two years."

Guan Qianyan showed admiration, but she moved her eyes to look at the still one-sided situation below, and still couldn't believe it. Next to him, Zhang Jingbi snorted: "You are about to lose before you see it. What else is there to say about 'excellent, extremely good'? Can five really beat six?"

"Senior Brother Xi had four wins and six wins back then."

Kong Lanting also shook his head gently: "Senior Brother Kong's power is indeed gradually exhausted, but I think Senior Brother Yan will be unable to hold on faster - the true energy realm cannot be erased."

Guan Qianyan puffed her lips and suddenly turned her head to the other side with some hesitation.

…

The purpose of Huansilou is that orb, but in the last encounter, the bead was not activated. Huansilou has got the bead, so are all their actions aimed at completing it or activating it?

In fact, Pei Ye doesn't even care about this. Huansilou has any purpose. He just needs to find the traces of the black robe first.

".Hello?"

So in order to achieve this goal, what is this black robe doing now? How can we follow what he wants to do and find his traces?

"This...senior brother?"

Pei Ye was slightly startled and turned his head.

"Hello, senior brother, my name is Guan Qianyan, senior brother, who do you think will win this match?" The girl looked at him with some anxiety. Not only this pair of eyes, but also several people around her looked at her. Tianji also raised his head slightly from the sword scroll.

"." Pei Ye closed his eyes for a moment before he completely came back to his senses. His eyes fell on the two people below, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay too much attention. It turns out it's the stronger one."

As soon as he said these words, a sword energy shot up from the stage. The green pine needles vibrated and flew away. Yan Caiyue had another rainbow in his desperate situation. He broke through Kong Wen's sword with one sword and pressed it against his throat. superior.

He kept pressing the sword tightly and did not take action even when he was about to lose several times. It was not until the moment when Kong Wen fell into the "Three Exhaustions" that the sword showed its fangs so sharply.

Sure enough, it was Qi Guan Changhong.

The pine needles fell down like a green rain. The tip of Yan Caiyue's sword touched the opponent's throat for one more breath, and then he slowly stopped his hand and stood up in the silence, bowing and tying the sword.

On the lotus platform, Guan Qianyan nodded with a smile, and several people around him also implicitly withdrew their gaze from this mysterious young man.

At this time, a sentence came from nowhere: "In this case, the next game will be Senior Brother Yan beating Senior Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Jingbi stared down with a pale face, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, the red safety buckle falling on his knees, and his lips pursed tightly.

Seeing Yan Caiyue coming back with his sword, he suddenly stood up with his sword and left the table.

It wasn't until he was far away that he whispered playfully again: "I'm looking for my mother again."

The surroundings were quiet for a while, and someone asked expectantly: "The following are the Peak Master and the Sword Master, right? When will it start?"

"Wait a minute." Guan Qianyan motioned to the top, where Kong Lanting finally plucked up the courage and carried the book in front of Ming Qitian. The woman was answering every unclear stroke with rare gentleness.

"Miss Ming seems to really like talking to people who are good at swordsmanship." Guan Qianyan stared at him with envy, "It's a pity that I'm stupid - Hey, Senior Brother Xi, why don't you ask for advice?"

When Xi Tianji heard this, he did subconsciously lift the book, but in the end he did not get up. He said with a smile: "I will discuss swords soon, so I won't take up time."

At this time, on top of the lotus, Ming Qitian also stopped talking and raised his finger towards Pei Ye. Kong Lanting looked over in surprise, then bowed deeply to the woman and ran down in small steps.

On the other side, Ji Changyun was the first to swoop down with his sword and stand under the old pine.

The whole audience was solemn and stood up to salute.

The old man was wearing a dark green cloth coat, and his cloth shoes were firmly on the ground. His back was slightly bent, and he stood with a straight long sword behind his back.

Ming Qitian followed closely behind, and his hand was still not Zhanxin Liuli, but a long sword as bright as mirror water.

This should be a competition with a larger audience.

The elders of the town sect like Ji Changyun will not appear in Shenjing for people to watch during the Feather Scale Examination next year. In many cases, they cannot be described with just four words: "the top of the palace". No one can describe them with such skills. Condensed by transcendent years, martial arts have been settling in this body for too long. They are often the living souls of the same sect.

Xianrentai can only update the rankings of these people based on inference, and no one knows which one will come first for them, death or heaven.

The woman standing opposite him represents the brightest sword edge of the next era.

She is only twenty-one years old this year, and the first day the Sword Lord allowed her to appear in front of the world, she was ranked third on the crane list.

For countless geniuses, this matter is too false and dreamy, but the fact is irrefutable and right before their eyes. And as one year, two years, three years passed, people gradually accepted that she did not come to this world to compare with anyone, and no one could compare with her. She just wanted to conquer the mountain of "sword".

White clothes, black hair, single sword, as ethereal as a god.

There is no sound of the sword, the wind blows over the pine tips, and the game of swordsmanship begins like this.

"Master Ming Sword, I have been wasting three feet and guarding the five peaks for more than eighty years." Ji Changyun slowly drew his sword, his white beard swaying in the wind, "When I was young, I felt that the sword of Kongtong was profound and profound. It is the best in the world, and now I can gradually see clearly that the Kongtong Sword is long in substance but loses in sublimity; it is long in power but loses in emptiness and weakness. In terms of shape, the peaks are scattered. After I reached the end, I wanted to If you move forward one more foot, you will find that there is no system and no support when you look back. All in all, the upper limit of Kongtong Sword is not very high."

There was a slight noise on the lotus platform.

"Senior has said that any top-notch sword sect in the world will have flaws that are difficult to repair at the forefront of its own swordsmanship. This is also the original intention of establishing the [Dao Qihui] - to abandon the sect, take stones to attack jade, and work together to We have to enter." Ming Qitian's voice was calm and she held her sword in front of her, "Please give me advice, senior."

"I deeply believe this." Ji Changyun nodded with a smile and solemnly whispered, "I only used one sword, which is the only shabby joke this old man has made in decades."

For a moment, the clouds in the sky seemed to be still.

Ji Changyun closed his eyes, and the sword became slow and sluggish in his hand, drawing a slight ripple in the air.

Like water waves.

The autumn wind stopped, and there was no sound. Only a very distant sound came, as if coming from the vast mountains, vast, majestic, and getting closer and closer.

There is a growing sense of uneasiness in everyone's heart, as if they are standing under a hundred-foot building, and the building is about to overturn; as if they are sitting on a mountain of ten thousand feet, and the mountain is collapsing; and as if a lonely boat is floating in the waves. Above, and the sea is upside down.

It's the sea, it's the sea.

From the sky, from between the mountains, the sea is sweeping in. When people are close, people can often hear the roar of the waves, but when the scale is stretched between the mountains, heaven and earth, there is only a silent drowning.

In the distance, every quiet bubble is like a thousand-foot wave crashing into a green mountain.

Many people stood up in a panic, looking at the sky and the mountains in horror. A handful of elders who had already entered Xuanmen sat motionless, and their faces turned a little pale.

For them, this was also the first time this sword appeared in front of them.

A sword of mind standing at the top, or even a sword of heart?

In short, the waves are coming from the sky.

I don't know how ambitious I am to create such a sword. Just like the real sea, whether it is a river or a trickle, whether it is a clear stream or a dirty stream, it is all contained in this sword. Just as the old man just said about the shortcomings of the Kongtong Sword, at this time he was trying his best to capture the scattered peaks with one sword.

【Sword Sea Chapter】

Such a broad sword capsized towards the lonely white man in front of it.

Everyone knew that the name was Ming Qitian, but everyone was shaken by it at this moment.

When two things beyond cognition collide, people have no way of judging the winner or loser.

Pei Ye watched this scene with his breath completely stopped. At this moment, the woman suddenly cast a look at him.

………

Pei Ye didn't pay much attention to who ended up.

Ji Changyun was a relatively familiar name. He remembered that he was on the top of the crane list. He had never been disappointed with women's views on swordsmanship, so he didn't have too many expectations at this time.

This is a precious sword fight, but it is when everyone's eyes are turned away that it becomes easier for Huansilou to strike.

Pei Ye's eyes followed Yan Caiyue who was returning with his sword, and his peripheral vision glanced at everyone around him, staring at every abnormal movement.

Until a childish voice appeared next to him: "Pei, brother Pei, can you help me understand this sentence?"

Pei Ye turned around slightly, and Kong Lanting stood beside him cautiously. He was unfolding a volume of "Song of the Pine Mist Sword" towards him, and pressed his finger on a line: "The sword master said that you can understand this. The boy is stupid." , can you please give me some advice? Thank you very much!"

Pei Ye looked up in confusion. It was a sword move, and the woman left a line of clear handwriting next to it: "The water is shining and the mist is moving."

"." Pei Ye didn't understand why he understood it for a moment. He looked at the unfamiliar sword moves next to him, but couldn't see anything. He glanced at Yan Caiyue again, frowned and said, "Sorry, I haven't read this. This Sword Scripture."

"Oh." Kong Lanting was a little disappointed and sat down next to him, "Brother Pei, this move is called [Pine Growing in the Mist]. I used this sword when the sword master came last time, and she said it was 'Shape Bei Shen Zong' , and then this time I approved such a sentence here, I still can’t understand the meaning. Brother Pei.”

Pei Ye stared at Yan Caiyue. He was already seated safely. There was no one within two feet around him. The closest person to him was a row of elders from various peaks - this was indeed not a suitable place to take action.

Pei Ye couldn't help but press [Zhaoyou] under his lapel. Now that he is in better spirits, if Huansilou really doesn't take action, he can take this opportunity to go and see what happened in Hushan Jianmen thirty or twenty years ago.

That's when the sea comes.

Pei Ye suddenly felt his heart being tightly grasped. He turned his head and saw that the green old man standing on the lotus platform seemed to be standing in the heart of the sea.

Pei Ye opened his mouth slightly, but still couldn't breathe. He hadn't felt this kind of oppression on a human body for a long time.

Just as a spectator.

What an unimaginable sword.

Is this the top 100 on the list? It is infinitely close to the sky tower, and it is even different from the top of Xuanmen like Zhu Gaoyang.

"'Ideology' is the broadest realm."

The woman once said this when they first talked about swords. It is true that Pei Ye has seen Shang Huaitong's sword of intention. At this time, he also saw such a sword that he didn't know whether it was still in the category of "intent".

The more sensitive a person's sense of sword is, the easier it is to learn the Intention Sword, the easier it is to penetrate into other people's Intention Sword, and the more subtle and in-depth the feeling of their sword is. Naturally, it is easier to see the loopholes in it.

This is how Pei Ye saw through Shang Huaitong's "Sword of Yousheng" that he thought was flawless. But now, he couldn't see any possibility of fighting back in such a sword.

Don't talk about weaknesses and loopholes, the sea water that submerges the world is pouring in, how can you resist?

And what he felt was only the aftermath of the old man's efforts to contain it.

It was with his heart and lungs completely tightened that the lonely man in white at the center of the sea cast a calm glance at him.

Even after a long time, Pei Ye didn't know how to describe this sword.

Of course, the woman had many ways to defeat the old man, such as the famous sword Zhanxin and Yunlang's thousand-year-old divine sword, but she did not bring Zhanxin Glaze at this time, nor did she open up the magical sword world again.

Since we are playing swordsmanship, everything is related to the sword.

The sword, as bright as a white mirror, turned slightly in her hand. There was no simpler movement than this, and there was no sword more mysterious than this.

The sword body drags out an arc of jade white, and as it rotates, it seems to circle a cup.

Then everything became quiet, and everyone seemed to be above the nine heavens in an instant, looking down at the world-destroying everything. The suffocation and despair disappeared, and the pressure and the blocking of the sky disappeared.

A hundred thousand miles of heavy sea water is like a clear spring poured into a cup. Ming Qitian holds the cup with his sword and gently pours it to the ground.

The sound of a glass of water hitting the ground rang in everyone's ears.

Looking at Qizhou's nine-point smoke in the distance, a glass of sea water pours down.

The sky is clear and the clouds are clear all around, and there is no trace of anything.

Pei Ye watched this scene in complete astonishment. Of course he had seen the woman draw her sword before. The sword that illuminated Lin Ye was still etched in his memory. He knew how stunning it was.

But he was actually a little used to it.

I'm used to women always being able to solve all the problems with the sword, and I'm used to the sword-like white feathers that startle the clouds until now.

It has nothing to do with strength and power, nor with elegance and profundity. This is almost the most natural form of the sword. It is the beginning and end of the sword at the same time. No matter how the mountains collapse or the seas fall - it is just a sword.

This is, "Sword Tao".

At this moment, Pei Ye really forgot that he wanted to stare at Yan Caiyue and return to [Zhaoyou] to look for his old shadow. Even the shadowy hatred was shaken away by this sword.

But before they filled up again, the woman standing in the clear sky and clear sea lowered her head and returned the sword to its sheath, and once again cast her clear eyes on him.

She still didn't speak, but this time the boy understood the meaning of this look.

"Pei Ye, do you want to learn the sword?"