Chapter 94

"It's impossible to crack brother's third sword. How can Feng Yijian be so strong?" Murong HaoChen on the second floor clenched his fist and nervously looked at the competition field, "brother, come on!"

Over the years, Murong HaoChen has suffered a lot from the evil spirit of the night. Isn't there a powerful sword boy? Murong HaoChen has always believed that one day, we must find the place and let yewuxie kowtow to himself in front of everyone.

Therefore, for five years, Murong HaoChen has been working hard to cultivate. He has already broken through his nature and reached the peak of jade cultivation. However, he found that the distance between him and yewujian is getting farther and farther. He wanted to insult yewuxie when yewujian was not around.

However, the last hope of Murong HaoChen was lost in the battle of Yewu Xie just now. How could Murong HaoChen have thought that Yewu Xie was so powerful that he had kept a low profile for many years and would rather be a dandy to show people. What kind of city and mind was that? Do you want to lower him all your life?

Murong HaoChen touched his face and clearly remembered that he was slapped by yewujian five years ago. It was like a brand iron in his heart, and it was hard to erase in his life.

Finally, Murong HaoChen finds that he can't get revenge, but there is Murong HaoLing, the elder brother. The so-called brothers are united, and their interests are broken. From Murong HaoLing, he sees a glimmer of hope. He can't help crying out. He doesn't know Murong HaoLing's current state of mind!

"Roar!"

All of a sudden, Murong HaoLing roared, broke free from the wind and sword, and quickly retreated to the distance. As soon as he lifted his sword, dark light shot out, forming black fog in the air. The black fog gave people a strong sense of oppression. The strange smell made many friars around him a little breathless, and a feeling of suffocation haunted his heart.

"The fourth sword is coming?" Night without sword deep suction mouth airway.

"A sword?" All of a sudden, Baili Siqi and Qin Lang turn their eyes to see ye Wujian almost at the same time. Ye Wujian is stunned, and then they find that they have heard their self talk.

Ye Wujian nodded, glanced at them and said, "I've seen Murong's nine swords with my son before. The fourth sword of Murong's nine swords is called Tianjian. It's as heavy as the stars, and it's infinitely powerful. It's not weaker than your ten swords. Do you see that dark light? That's the air of Tianzhan. It has the power of gravity attraction. I don't know if the wind sword can follow

Yewujian finds an excuse at will. Anyway, as yewuxie, it's not difficult to know Murong Jiujian's sword moves.

"No wonder it makes people feel suffocated. It turns out that it was the breath of that day." Qin Lang stares at the center of the field in surprise. His face is dignified, as if he is thinking about something.

"Four Swords come out of the sky!"

Murong HaoLing, who retreated quickly in the air, yelled in a deep voice. As soon as he landed on the ground, he stepped on it hard. With the help of this sword, he quickly cleaved towards the wind.

Feng Yijian's eyes glared. He had heard the name of Murong Jiujian for a long time, and he was very familiar with it, so he didn't dare to despise it.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can win every battle. There is a talented elder in fengyijian family who was defeated by Murong family's nine swords decades ago. For many years, he has been looking for ways to solve the problem and teaching excellent younger generation. Fengyijian is one of them. Fengyijian's challenge to Murong HaoLing at this tea party is also to fulfill his elder's wish.

"Finally to the fourth sword?" Feng Yijian said softly, his eyes full of fighting spirit, and he didn't have the slightest timidity. "Second grandfather, you were defeated by Murong Yu's fourth sword Tianzhan sword. Today I will break his Tianzhan sword in front of everyone, and let Murong family lose face in front of everyone."

"The wind family? Your wind family genius was defeated by your grandfather in those years. Today I defeat you as well! Hum Murong HaoLing snorted coldly. The sword in his hand turned into a long river of ink. Where he passed, the air was emptied, as if he had received a great suction. Many people around him could not resist the suction and were moving towards the arena step by step.

All of a sudden, Wu guangdasheng, swallowing the suction, became more terrifying. Some people who didn't stand firm were sucked into the arena by the suction.

"This is Tianjian? The power of swallowing? No, it's just air compression, which compresses the air and dust within the range of hundreds or even thousands of feet in a narrow space, forming a terrible density. No wonder its impact force is so terrible. " Night Wu Xie's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had figured out the principle. The person who can create this sword move is very intelligent. Compressed air can be used everywhere.

"Although it's powerful, I'm afraid it's terrible to control the black river." No evil at night.

"The blade of dimension!"

Just at this time, Murong HaoLing is dancing the Heihe River. He has come to the front of fengyijian. Fengyijian suddenly drinks. The surrounding void is distorted here, and countless wind blades appear again. However, unlike the previous white wind blade, this wind blade is black. If you look carefully, you can see that the wind blade is composed of two layers of light, as if emitting a faint light around the black blade It gives people the feeling of cutting everything.

"The blade of dimension? I didn't expect that the wind sword was really refined. " Yuquan takes a deep breath and looks at the center of the field."The blade of dimension cuts the space and transfers 50% of the attacks to another place. If you break through the realm of Longyuan, it's the mystery of space. You should be able to break this move Yujun heart analysis, but he is very familiar with the wind sword, the future may be the relationship between the king and his ministers, naturally very understanding of it.

"It's not easy to realize the Qi Cheng sword meaning without realizing it." Yuan Yuchen's face coagulated, with a trace of expectation.

Numerous black sword blades form a wall, which is generally blocked in front of fengyijian. The huge Heihe River flies down like a black lightning, crashing into the dimensional blade of fengyijian.

"Boom!"

Although they didn't break through the gold and jade products, their means and power were absolutely amazing, and they were beyond the reach of a group of scattered practitioners. This is the true children of the aristocratic family. Only the children of the aristocratic family can cultivate such talented people. You know, they are all under 25 years old.

Although Murong HaoLing and Feng Yijian are only the top accomplishments of white jade products, they have not entered into the Golden Jade products, but they are not inferior to the Golden Jade products in terms of their power. Obviously, this has a lot to do with the swordsmanship and formula of the two families.

Murong nine swords is famous for its wasteland in the West. It's no secret, but few of them have been seen.

Over the years, the five countries have been living in peace with each other, and there have been few civil strife, and there have been no fighting. Even many of the original immortal families have gradually faded out of the cultivation world, and instead they have participated in the management of secular countries, so there is a phenomenon of weak cultivation.

Cuntian sword formula is a powerful sword technique, which involves space, wind and other aspects.

Which is better when the two collide? People don't know about the war 40 years ago. Naturally, they don't know that the Murong family is a little better. However, even if they do, the temporary prosperity does not mean that they will be strong forever.

Today is the day to reveal which is better and which is weaker. The result will come out soon.

With the collision of the black river and the black sword blade, the whole martial arts training ground is covered by a dark light. Most practitioners can't see it clearly. Besides, the wind blade is dancing wildly. Although there is nothing around, the earth is cut to pieces. If the eyes are good, they can see that the original pit is gradually filled with the cut soil.

The smoke and dust billowed in the competition field, and the roar continued, and the people around showed a nervous color.

"Big brother, you must win!" Murong HaoChen gritted his teeth and roared in his heart.

Finally, in everyone's expectation, the dark light slowly dispersed, the smoke gradually precipitated, and two figures appeared on the field. It was Murong HaoLing and Feng Yijian.

Both of them had some broken clothes. They could see that Feng Yijian's right arm trembled slightly and his face was pale. Cun Tianjian had already put it away and hung on his waist. His white eyebrows frowned slightly. Then they stretched out: "I'm lucky to learn Murong's nine swords today and fight again in the future."

"Anytime." Murong HaoLing nodded. He could clearly see that there were three blood stains on his right arm, his blue robe was dyed black, his forehead was cold and sweaty, and his breath was a little short.

See two people regardless of success or failure, around natural discussion.

On top of the restaurant, there was a lot of discussion.

"Who won?" Bailisiqi was puzzled.

"It should be a draw." Qin Lang took a deep breath.

Bailisiqi showed a puzzled color and asked: "draw? Isn't Murong HaoLing injured? And he's pale. He can't fight any more. "

Qin Lang shook his head, rare solemnity, "you didn't find that the right hand of Feng Yijian trembles. For Jian Xiu, the trembling hand can't hold the sword. What does that mean? It's a pity that after Murong HaoLing used that move, he was also exhausted. Otherwise, Murong HaoLing would have won the battle. "

Baili Siqi nodded thoughtfully, as if Qin Lang had some truth to say. Sima Guyun, who was not far away, walked slowly towards this side and looked at Qin Lang with a trace of war.

On a tall building in the distance.

"Hanlin master, it seems that Yanjing University is going to be the first one this time. It can be said that it has created brilliance." An old man said with a smile.

The Hanlin master shook his head, but could not hide the smile on his face: "it's too early now. We can see it tomorrow. This five nation competition is really full of talents. We are all old."

"Yes, I am." Some old people sigh, now is the world of young people, these people have gradually faded out of the stage.

"Brother, are you ok?" When Murong HaoLing came, Murong HaoChen cried, and the people around him quickly gave up a place.

However, Murong HaoLing just smile, then shake his head, step on.

Finally, the battle between Murong HaoLing and Feng Yijian, Murong Jiujian and cuntian jianjue ended in a draw, but the fighting spirit in their hearts did not decrease at all.