Although it was a discussion, no one was willing to watch the battle on the sword fighting platform. When the two of them fought more intensely, the discussion gradually disappeared. All the monks watched the battle with their breath holding their minds, intending to understand something from it.

At the same time, the first sword son sitting upright on the stone pedestal of Yu Wei was no longer as calm as usual, but his eyes were sharp, just like a beast that wanted to hunt, staring at the two people on the sword fighting platform.

——He was also provoked.

Look at the sword fighting platform again.

Yan Changlan first fought with the second swordman with the clumsy thunder sword and tested each other. After the test, they all used their own true meaning of swordsmanship. Only then did Yan Changlan attach the true meaning of thunder to the sword, and the second swordman's body was filled with rippling waves. He looked up and looked like a long river was surrounding him, appearing faintly.

At this moment, Yan Changlan suddenly felt familiar. It seemed that the long river had seen before? But he didn't feel strange immediately. As a sword, he must have seen the second sword attack, so he would naturally be familiar with his true meaning of swordsmanship. When he was thinking about it this way, the scene of the second sword and the first swordsman suddenly appeared in his mind, which seemed to be a memory that had existed.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Changlan calmed down and jumped up. The clumsy thunder sword slashed hard on the rippling waves, but he instantly felt an extremely powerful resistance. The lightning and the water light connected, making a "wavy" sound. The water light kept swaying, and the long river trembled slightly, and was constantly resisting.

Although the lightning was powerful, the water light was endless, and they were stalemate for a while. Even if the lightning was slightly restrained, they were about to be submerged by the water light. Yan Changlan felt a little excited in his heart, but he did not retreat because of this. Instead, a sense of pride emerged, and a glory flashed in the palm of his left hand! In an instant, the Lan Feng Sword also appeared in his hand!

Yan Changlan turned over suddenly, and the Zhu Lei Sword was pulled back by him. The huge impact force scattered everywhere. The cut water light surged and closed in an instant, surrounding the second sword. However, Yan Changlan's Lanfeng Sword immediately joined the Zhu Lei Sword and cut them down together!

This time, the true meanings of Feng Lei and the swordsmanship were intertwined with each other. When Yan Changlan slashed out with his sword, they turned into a thunderstorm and swept away fiercely. It seemed like strangling, stirring the water light, causing the water light to splash. The long river of true meaning of the second sword seemed to be chopped up one by one, weakening heavily...

The second swordzi's face was solemn, and there was no trace of laziness.

Another long river condensed around him, connecting with the fragments of the long river, making the long river more vast. Then there was the third, fourth, fifth... the five long rivers quickly merged. As long as they were successfully merged, they almost turned into a cloud of ripple.

Yan Changlan naturally saw the purpose of the second sword, and where could the long river merge? As the mind turned, the lightning and the storm entangled again, spinning in those long rivers faster. Every time one rotates, it can crush the long river. Once the long river is crushed, when it wants to merge, it must first drive away the true meaning of wind and thunder dyed around the debris, which is difficult to gather. Gradually, although the second sword manipulates the long river very quickly, it is not faster than Yan Changlan's destruction.

Finally, the second sword wielded out of magic power, but Yan Changlan had 20% left. Although his face was pale, his eyes were extremely bright, and his aura became more and more powerful and terrifying.

The second swordman took a deep breath, stepped back dozens of steps, and landed lightly under the sword fighting stage.

"I lost."

At the same moment, Yan Changlan put away the true meaning of wind and thunder, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Take it."

This is a good opponent, and the second sword can even make him fight in a fierce battle, so the first sword must be even more powerful.

Yan Changlan couldn't wait to challenge the first sword, but at this moment he was in poor condition. He forced himself to endure the impulse, calmed his mind, and went to the stone seat.

The original second sword had already taken the initiative to sit on the third stone pedestal. After Yan Changlan returned, he sat directly on the second stone pedestal. He couldn't help but look at the first sword pedestal, and it happened to be opposite to it - it was like there was a sword light intertwined, and the clanging sword sounded and disappeared.

Both sword cultivators are looking forward to fighting with each other.

Yan Changlan held cross-legged to regulate his breathing, and his magic power rushed endlessly. As the purple pill rotated, every elixir was swallowed and absorbed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. Every time he swallowed and absorbed, a large amount of spiritual qi entered the dantian and turned into countless magic powers to fill the emptiness of the purple pill.

Subconsciously, he wanted to explore the storage ring and wanted to take out something to replenish magic power, but as his mind turned, nothing was taken out by him, which made him feel a little confused.

However, this doubt quickly dissipated.

Yan Changlan vaguely knew that there was no such thing in the sect, and he rarely left the sect, so naturally he did not. Therefore, it must have been just an illusion before. Now he is very careful to regulate his breathing. After he recovers from the beginning, he should go to challenge the first sword.

At the same time, Yan Changlan also divided his mind and watched the battle.

Because the previous battle between the two and three swordsmen shocked everyone, except for the first swordsmen, the remaining swordsmen saw the gap between them and the top three, so they did not challenge them immediately, but challenged each other and set all the rankings for the fourth and subsequent ones.

Now, the fourth swordman who lost to Yan Changlan lost to the new fifth swordman. Seeing that this person lost two games in a row, some people naturally regarded him as a soft persimmon. However, this sword cultivator was very angry that he had lost today, so he took a little fierce attack. He defeated him later and stood firmly in the fifth place. Then, the breathing adjustment completed and challenged the person who had previously occupied his position. He was extremely careful when he took every step. In the end, with one sword difference, he still stabilized the fourth swordman's ranking.

As for the eighth, ninth, and thirteenth swordsman who were selected did not give up and challenged the new swordsman again. Unfortunately, he still failed and was unable to return to the swordsman ranking. The fifth swordsman who was selected successfully returned.

Finally, the ranking of the first sword remains unchanged, Yan Changlan is second, the original second sword becomes third, and the fourth is not changed. The original fifth sword is replaced by the first name of the winner of the competition, and he is in the sixth, the seventh sword is second, the original sixth sword is in the eighth, the third sword is in the third, and the original seventh sword is in the tenth.

Therefore, after all, there were seven swordsmen who kept the name of the swordsmen. Although the best in the competition was extremely powerful, only the top three could join the swordsmen, and the former was only the fifth.

The ranking was roughly determined. After several hard battles, many sword cultivators woke up from the previous shock. The shock turned into impulse. All of them looked at the three people in front of them.

Even though he knew that he would lose, Jian Cultivator would never shrink in his heart, and being shocked was timid. Since he was timid, he would be able to firmly stand up if he didn't face it in a fierce battle? Therefore, no matter what, he had to face the difficulties and fight the last time.

The eighth swordman immediately stood up and asked to fight against the third swordman, and was defeated;

The fifth swordman stood up and asked to fight against the third swordman, and was defeated;

The sixth swordman stood up and asked to fight against the third swordman, and was defeated...

After fighting against the third sword, he wanted to fight against Yan Changlan. Yan Changlan's magic power has not yet been fully restored, but he also responded to these swords. He defeated them all without any surprises, but he slightly realized their true meaning of swordsmanship. Then, the first sword was challenged one by one, and defeated them all one by one.

After these challenges were all gone, all the swords returned to the stone pedestal, and there was silence.

The onlookers were all experiencing the previous experience of watching the battle. I wonder if there were any challenges. Yan Changlan estimated the magic power in his dantian. Knowing that it was time, he stood up and said to the first swordman: "Please."

The first Jianzi raised his eyebrows and nodded and replied: "Let's go."

The two of them stood up at the same time and both landed on the sword fighting platform.

There is no need to say much. Both of them have been looking forward to this battle for a long time, and there is no need to test it. They know each other's strength roughly. So Yan Changlan had already raised his two swords at the beginning, and the first swordman held the sword in his hand and slashed it.

The shocking intention and awesome spirit show the strong confidence of the first sword above the world, which makes people shake their minds. If it weren't for the person in front of him, Yan Changlan, he would have to retreat three points after realizing this shocking intention. However, Yan Changlan was Yan Changlan. Not only did he not retreat, he went up towards him. The two swords intertwined, the shocking true intention was shattered by countless sword energy, and the wind and thunder true intention swept the thunder storm, wrapping the first sword.

In an instant, the first swordman was surrounded by thunderstorms, swimming back and forth. Although his body was extremely fast, he swam through the several thunderstorms and gradually darkened the corners of his clothes.

Yan Changlan's movements did not stop, and a ray of lightning flashed across his body. He fought fiercely with the First Sword in the thunderstorm. The First Sword turned his body and slashed through the two thunderstorms with his true intention, and used his true intention to penetrate the void, so that although the thunderstorm was still clamoring to approach, he was blocked by the true intention. He could not immediately crush the true intention, and could not block the road again.

At the same time, the first sword escaped Yan Changlan's attack, which was like a storm, and suddenly appeared on the other end of the thunderstorm. Yan Changlan followed closely, but was cut off by the Jingtian true intention. At the same time, the first sword seemed to turn into several figures and came from all directions. Yan Changlan had no such part of the body technique, but when the two swords used the sword technique at the same time, it seemed to have eight arms, and the sword technique was dense and violent. The two swords complemented each other and missed each other. Regardless of the facts and real figures, the sword lights that came from nowhere were blocked by the two swords, as if they were not able to escape - both sides were at the limit, the speed of the limit, and the courage of the limit.

When dealing with this first sword, Yan Changlan also felt as refreshing as when fighting against the original second sword. He felt that the strength of these two swords was similar, and the first swordsman was more violent in temperament and sword skills. For many swordsmans, it was more difficult to fight against each other, and for him, it was more pleasant to fight.

Yan Changlan's heart was so hungry that he didn't dare to be distracted at all, just because both of them now put their true meaning on the sword technique, and their magic power was surging, and everything they learned was used in such a continuous and rapid battle. Once he was a little lazy, he would find a flaw by the other party. But the same was true for the other party. If he showed a slight depressed intention, he would seize the opportunity to take advantage of the gap and completely suppress the other party at a disadvantage. Although the people fighting now are different, the situation is as if he was in a stalemate when he fought with Yuan II Swordzi before. I'm afraid that his magic power would still be exhausted and who would be defeated.

This is exactly the case.

Both sword cultivators were extremely determined. The first sword never showed any flaws. Even though his face was as pale as snow and his eyes were as bright as sword light, he still had the will. Yan Changlan was the same. Even though his magic power was consumed in his dantian had exceeded 80%, he was still infused into the spiritual sword.

Yan Changlan became more and more brave as he fought, and his aura became stronger and stronger. He formed an extremely terrifying aura around him, extremely powerful. His sword technique became faster and heavier under the urging of his aura. In the end, the first sword's magic power could no longer be squeezed out, and heavier in his mind, and he fell backwards.

This incident was unexpected. Yan Changlan's two swords were still attacking, but he hurriedly took them back when he saw this. After this collection, he also made his chest slightly stuffy and he didn't have time to help the First Sword. What was even more unexpected was that the original second sword, who was far away on the stone mount, flashed over and quickly supported the First Sword's body.

Yan Changlan didn't remember the friendship between the two swordsmen so well. He should have felt a little emotional, but for some reason, he never had this idea. Instead, he felt relieved, as if he had known that the friendship between the two swordsmen was so well-matched.

Then, the elders who presided over the competition finally spoke and said, "Since the ten swordsmen have been settled, all the disciples will go back. After three days, the swordsmen will go to the sword contest with Elder Li!"

When many thousands of disciples of the Sword Sect heard this, they all stood up and responded in unison: "Yes."

The same is true for the ten sword men. After performing the sword ceremony, they went back to their respective caves.

Yan Changlan walked with his sword, paused for a moment, and then headed to a Lingshan Cave.

The cave was quite large, and all the furnishings inside were like him, but they were a little empty, which made him feel a little lonely. However, the feeling of loneliness flashed away. He sat cross-legged on the couch and carefully polished his true meaning of wind and thunder.

What's there to be lonely? He has been like this for many years.

It seems that his Taoist heart has been inappropriate recently, and he should be firm and stable.

Three days later, Yan Changlan and the swordsmen followed Elder Li on a huge sword boat to the sword contest meeting.

The other disciples of the Sword Sect sent the most powerful sword cultivators in the sect to participate in the battle, either fighting in a row, challenging in a group, or facing each other. Yan Changlan was completely fearless and won every battle, and was very glorious.

He surpassed the original No. 1 Sword Sect, and now he is the leader of the Wanjian Sect. His glory is the Wanjian Sect's glory. In this conference, he seized many benefits for the Wanjian Sect.

Therefore, after Yan Changlan returned to the sect, he naturally gained more resources. The secret cultivation realm that he was not qualified to go to within the Sword Sect can now be selected and his true intentions have been greatly improved.

Logically speaking, he should have been satisfied, but he had no such thoughts in his mind, and instead worked harder to practice.

Only the loneliness that would appear from time to time disturbed him. The path of cultivation was originally very lonely. He asked himself that his heart was flawless, but for some reason, he had to become more cautious and dare not slacken at all.

In addition, Yan Changlan and the first and second swordsmen also often had a conversation, and they actually developed a little friendship with each other, while other swordsmen gradually had fewer intersections because their strength was far inferior to them.

However, Yan Changlan could not be calm.

After thinking about it, he realized that he had not been tempered enough, so he reported to the sect and wanted to go out for a trip and discuss swordsmanship with sword cultivators all over the world.

The sect had no objection. Yan Changlan, one by one, brought some spare items and went to the mainland.

Along the way, he often met sword cultivators with different true intentions. His sword skills have improved greatly, the true intention of Fenglei has become more and more solid, and his aura has become more and more fierce, so that many times when competing with the sword cultivator, he has not taken action, and the opponent has already lost.

Gradually, the name of the chief sword sect of Wanjian Sect also spread throughout the continent. If he had become famous in the places of the pride of heaven and elders of each sect after the sword competition, this time he was a nameless sword cultivator, and the casual cultivator knew his ability.

Yan Changlan was still not complacent. The loneliness did not disappear, but instead became more and more intense, gradually appearing frequently, as if he was clamoring for something he had forgotten. It also seemed that a hole was broken in his sword heart, and the cold wind whistled in, causing him to be unable to calm down.

Another day, an ancient secret realm was opened.

Yan Changlan naturally had to visit. It is said that in that secret realm, there is a strong inheritance of sword cultivator and the treasures of ancient sword cultivators. If you get them, you can become the number one person in the mainland.

The treasure should be a divine sword. He was not interested in the divine sword, but wanted to have a glimpse of the inheritance and make up for his own shortcomings.

In that secret realm, Yan Changlan experienced a lot of hard work and defeated many puppets left by the ancient sword cultivator, and fought with many sword cultivators who competed for his inheritance. All the inheritance and treasures were won by him.

Yan Changlan was very cautious. Knowing that many sword cultivators on the continent must be looking for him now, he carefully avoided him, used the method obtained from his previous adventure to hide his body, and found a secluded place for temporary retreat. During the retreat, he observed the inheritance and integrated it into his sword technique, and gained a lot. The treasure was indeed a divine sword, which was far higher than all the swords on the continent today. Once refined, his cultivation level would definitely break through continuously, and it would be normal to form babies immediately. As long as the divine sword is in hand, it would be no problem to gather divine games in the future.

However, for him, he had already been fully engaged with him. The Lanfeng Zhuo Lei raised by him was the most suitable one. He was not greedy for the divine sword. After seeing the inheritance, he had made up his mind to hand over all the inheritance of the divine swords to the sect.

He returned to the sect with great caution. Before Yan Changlan could tell the story of his intention to offer treasures, several Nascent Soul Elders of the Sect had surrounded him and wanted to force him to hand over the inheritance and the Divine Sword.

Although Yan Changlan had this intention, he did not expect that the sect would be so angry at him. When the elders saw his expression, they took action and suppressed him! He could not dodge at first, but the divine sword suddenly burst out with a divine light and took him away.

After that, Wanjian Sect announced that Yan Changlan had stolen the treasures of the sect and was a traitor of the sect. He sent many swordsmen and elders to find him. Although many sects on the mainland knew that this was a fig leaf for Wanjian Sect, they also slapped out people under the banner of helping Wanjian Sect, intending to find Yan Changlan first and seize the treasures.

For a time, Yan Changlan was enemies all over the world.

Half a month has passed since Yan Changlan entered the entrance of the black hole.

Feng Lingxi and Chunyu Youfeng were worried that something might happen to Yan Changlan, so they promised Yan Changlan to protect Ye Shu, so they kept guarding him, only discussing swords and meditating, and never entered into meditation and practiced, leaving a little bit of mind outside.

During this period of time, Ye Shu polished the magic power of the peak of foundation building to a very harmonious extent, and because the appropriate treasure evil has been found, it is time to form a pill.

Before this, he should have integrated the remaining several evil-bearing objects into the Nine Evil Needles of Hundred Tribulations to make their eighteen qi perfect, and engrave the ban and undergo the thunder tribulation - right, because he had never thought about what kind of ban to engrave before, and there was no one on the needle, but once he formed a pill, this needle, as his natal magic weapon, should also be upgraded from the level of magic weapon to the level of magic weapon. Then the first three bans must be engraved, and it is also fortunately improved after the thunder tribulation.
Chapter completed!