413 Shenzhou Sword Club

"Mingyi has seen the leader of the gods, senior brothers."

Qingquan heard the voice and turned his head to look. Seeing that Zhuang Buyi ignored him. Even if he helped him stop his opponent, he would not look at him and went straight forward to greet Gan Sanlian, and couldn't help feeling unhappy.

"I heard that you were walking with Mingyuan all the way, but when you were about to happen, there was something happening. Where did you go..." Gan Sanlian said, his expression moving: "The people who were walking with you just now are authentic Taoist sects?"

Mingyi is not arrogant or humble, and the rough description of the cut and reduction is roughly described. The general idea is: I first entered the Qi-refining God and consolidated it among the mountains and rivers for a hundred days. I accidentally discovered the traces of Yin Dao. I observed secretly. I happened to encounter Taoist disciples looking for Yin Dao to fight. Because I was defeated by Xuanyin Dao Evil, Luo Tianmei Cultivator was captured. The group, led by Gao Shixue, a senior of Luo Tian Sect, rushed into the underworld together, fought against the blood sea, and fought against the ghost hand... Gao Shixue and the ghost hand died together...

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Ming Yi's words made Gan Sanlian fall into deep thought. After a while, he frowned and said, "So, these Yin Swords that have been making trouble all the time are the ghost hands that were back then, and have been suppressed by the Qingxuan Zhenren of the Liangtian Sect in the Netherworld Hell?"

Ming Yi nodded, and even he repeated the words of the real person Qingxuan...

In recent days, the name of Yin Sword has been widely circulated, and the voices of the two were not deliberately concealed. The spiritual soul of the Taoist monk was strong. Not only Qingquan Xiushi heard it, but the people who were originally fighting swords to discuss Taoism also heard it, and they all stopped one after another, blinked their eyes and gathered dozens of people's eyes on them.

At this time, the long roars and sword roars gradually became silent on the other twelve sword platforms. Obviously, Luo Beichen, Sheng Lingbo, Zhu Xuanling, Mo Tan and others were also explaining to the elders...

Qingquan's face was a little heavy. He raised his eyes to the sword and suddenly a sword light flew over and fell in front of Gan San Company like spirituality. Gan San Company hurriedly reached out to take it. The sword light dissipated, and there was a short sword in his hand, which was cut from ordinary wood, three inches in size, without any patterns.

"Sword Order!" Qingquan couldn't help but feel moved. Shenzhou Sword Order is a magical technique. He can take anything at will and cast a spell. Although it is just a communication method of flying swords to send letters, it has great significance.

Then Gan Sanlian pinched the sword and observed for a long time, closed his eyes and said nothing. It was difficult for people around him to visit him rudely, so he could only look at him, hoping that he would say something.

The letter delivered by the flying sword must be something that the five major sects communicated, and the news must be very interesting!

But what disappointed everyone was that Gan Sanlian had no intention of sharing. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, looked up and glanced at the people around him, and smiled: "The Thirteen Meeting Platforms in Kunwu Mountain. During the meeting tomorrow, this sword platform will be chaired by me. Of course, I am not talented, but I am just taking the order of true person Qingxuan to take responsibility before death. If any fellow Taoist feels inappropriate, please give it a point, or replace it..."

This is so clever that he has sealed Youyou's mouth in advance, and he is worthy of the chief disciple of Nie Xiantian.

"I am just a little while ago. I thank you for your kindness with fellow Taoists and fellow Taoists in various sects. If there is any inappropriate thing to do when the conference is going tomorrow, please forgive me. I will correct my mistakes. I am polite."

Gan San smiled and bowed one by one, and his posture was self-evident. I was the first to host this sword platform. Today's battle is over. Please come back to accumulate your energy and formally discuss swords tomorrow.

...After a while of politeness, most of the onlookers dispersed, and the ** left unhappily. Before leaving, he looked at Qingquan reluctantly.

"Mingyi, the head of the sect sends a message for thousands of miles. You must be careful. The current ghost hand has no chance of survival. You have worked hard in it. Kunwu Sword Club has many visitors. Be careful that his former friends have come to you..."

When Qingquan heard this, he immediately smiled: "Grand brother, I have always respected you, but today I heard this very harsh. Please ask Senior brother, what explanation should I explain to you? Please make it clear?"

Gan Sanlian said lightly: "Mr. Shi has any questions, please tell me clearly. I am the head of the Innate Palace. Although I dare not take it for advice, I can still be competent to solve my doubts."

Qingquan smiled and said, "Then, please help the senior brother Dai to solve the problem. What should I do with the former friend of the ghost hand? "

Ming Fan, who was standing beside him, said, "What Huang Yaoshi did back then is obvious to all. He deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, and killed his sword. The death of Gen's head is also the culprit. As a member of my Innate Palace, why bother with the head..."

Qingquan smiled faintly, and no longer spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Mingyi, but found that his eyes were a little strange when he looked at him, but he didn't take it too seriously. It was just that Huang Yaoshi's behavior surged in his heart, and he was in a mess, feeling a little sad...

He felt that Huang Yaoshi was acting in every way, different from others, and every word had a unique meaning. The more he ended up, the cold and desperate things in his eyes became more and more tragic...

Qingquan shook his head and sighed: "Who can understand the pain of the pharmacist..."

"But you don't know that good medicine is bitter. Without the past, there is no today. Unfortunately, the world is incompatible and cannot escape!"

Qingquan sneered and walked away with a fist: "I don't say anything but a long sentence, say goodbye!"

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Netherworld hell, deep in the sea of ​​blood.

Yutu suddenly asked Mingyue curiously: "You seem very happy?"

The bright moon hangs high, and the cold light shines around. Even in the deep sea of ​​filthy blood, it is not stained with dust. Mingyue is in a good mood. When it comes to Jade Rabbit, she asked without answering questions: "Which one is more important, the wealth partner of the Taoist priest?"

"Of course it's wealth, ranking first!" Yutu was very sure. After saying that, after a while, he sighed: "But it depends on when. Now, I feel that the second one is more reliable..."

After a while, both sides seemed to be happy to spend time. Mingyue suddenly said, "If someone comes to save me, I might take you out."

Yutu sneered and said nothing. Mingyue continued to smile and said, "I have already made some mistakes in the way of getting out, but I still need some help."

"Let's talk about the past..." Yutu suddenly changed the topic: "For example, why did you want to disturb the pseudonym Yin Dao? If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have fallen into this field."

Mingyue replied very happily: "I have a book of the Soul Control Sutra, which is in the inner pregnancy, Lieque's sword style. The higher the sword skills, the more exquisite the Tao art, and I take the path that is almost the Tao."

"Hungry your skills?" Yutu said with a funny look: "I don't believe it!"

"I have another method, Yuhuo Body Refining Method, and I am following the path of the Demon Sect's Body Refining Method." A phantom suddenly appeared in the spotless bright moon, slender, like a fairy, like a goddess, and disappeared as soon as it appears. But the Jade Rabbit seemed to see something from it and said in surprise: "Luotian Goddess Art, obsession, you were too careless... I understand, Yuhuo Body Refining Method, you want to lead Fairy Lingbo to do a slutty thing, the old Taoist really didn't see you wrong!"

Mingyue defaulted: "With these two methods in hand, in a short period of time, the Yin Shen Dao body will advance by leaps and bounds, and I can lead to the innate five elements true evil. At the beginning of this killing disaster, there is no way, because in this way, we can make a difference, rather than being an ant that can be killed by others!"

"It's really a shortcut, and you can do anything to do. Unfortunately, people's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. You meet Master Dao... Hahaha..." Yutu laughed.

Mingyue said disdainfully: "You still don't understand. Although you pulled me into the water, my clone came afterwards. It was not difficult to sacrifice my clone to save myself. It was only because of another expert who intervened that my plan failed. There was no heaven's calculation, only human calculation."

"Just rely on your Yin Sword or Ghost Hand, what kind of master can be drawn out? I have already given you enough face when I take action personally. Even if the Five Ghosts are here, it is no problem..." Yutu said without any confidence, so she finally said: "You are too greedy for merit and prosper. As the saying goes, haste will not be achieved. If you follow the steps in peace and mind, you may be able to live a few more years..."

When both sides talked about this, it seemed that they were just random nonsense when they were bored...

On the second day, Kunwu Mountain.

The sword platform where the Innate Palace is located is called Fuxi Platform. Sword lights flew past and circled between the thirteen sword platforms, looking for a look.

In order to prevent the cold situation, Qian San Company first sent Mingyi to the forefront.

This is a free sword contest. Perhaps most people have already looked for their opponents and went into the old forests in the mountains to talk about the mysterious Taoism. Therefore, on the surface, there are not many people, but in fact there are many hidden in the secret.

It seems that there are less than ten on the surface of the Fuxi platform, in the sky, on the treetops, and on the rocks. Ming Yi stood in the middle of the platform, and the sword in his hand was the refining of the rocks he grabbed when he went up the mountain.

He carried his back in one hand and held a sword in the other hand, hiding behind his arm, and the tip of the sword exposed on his shoulder pointed to the sky. It looked very good. Unfortunately, after waiting for a while, no one went forward to compete, waiting for others to make a head-on bird.

Today, it is rumored that Ming Yi was chasing Yin Dao alone and rescued the Luotian Sect’s true disciple from Yin Dao alone.

Not to mention the specific details, the ability to seize people from Yin Dao is certainly not low.

The fact is indeed the case. Ming Yi humbly said yesterday, and he took the matter of saving people in one fell swoop. News came out today, whether it was true or false, no one came to ask for it.

It would be fine if you win, but if you lose, you still lose in the hands of a junior, you would be a little embarrassed. After all, today is a formal competition, and everyone is paying attention, unlike the previous few days, who just practiced.

After waiting for half a day, someone could not bear to see it anymore. It was still the same one yesterday. He smiled and came forward: "I have a female family, and I have to show mercy." After that, he waved his hand and a silver light turned into dozens of cold stars to cover it. Every cold star was as sharp as a flying sword. What was particularly amazing is that the cold star was flickering, blinking, and it seemed as virtual as it was real.

Ming Yi waved his hand to draw his sword, and used the fish and dragons in the twelve transformations of the sword to meet him. Regardless of the virtual and the real, they would not refuse anyone. The swordsman was upright and beaten in a regular manner... All the unexpected and one-hit killer was restrained. (Too strong)

In this way, when ** knew he was defeated and retreated, everyone saw Ming Yi so easy to talk, young and amazing, and the real sword fighting officially began...

In fact, this is also the advice of Gan Sanlian: it is best to maintain an unbeaten!

In this way, one day and night, there were seventeen consecutive battles. Ming Yi wore a blue shirt and a long sword, causing twelve changes in the sword, one big injury, twenty-eight minor injuries, and the limelight gradually arises... (

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