When Can Ren stepped onto the top of Zixiao Mountain, he still looked like he was carrying his hands on his back. After hearing Can Ren's words, the hostility was greatly eliminated. The Zixiao Sword Sect's historical rules, in the past, there were indeed dozens of heads who did not learn skills in Zixiao Mountain since childhood. Therefore, the process of winning the position of heads is almost equivalent to taking the lead.

Is it a matter of what has been known for hundreds of years to be staged today?

The head of the Master of True Sect slowly opened his eyes, sighed softly, held the sword and pushed open the hall gate. The square outside the seventh hall of Zixiao was full of people at this time. When the door of the head of the palace of the Master of True Sect was pushed open, everyone was slightly in a slight way, and said with a respectful tone, "Zheng!"

The disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect who were originally gathered spontaneously moved closer and left aisle. The head of Zhenshang carried a sword in his hand and walked towards the edge of the square near the intersection of the Shangshan Road. The crowd in front of him was not at the seven-step distance of Zhenshang, and he had already made way.

"True! This person is indeed resistant to the descendants of the disabled family. This time he takes the lead, it conforms to the rules of this sect." Behind Yang Suimeng, a man owed his body slightly and spoke respectfully, but it was Xue Se. The head of Zhenshang didn't even look at Xue Se, and walked forward silently for several steps, standing still.

Can Ren's face darkened and he said in surprise, "It's you?"

"I gave you a chance a long time ago. I once invited you to join this sect. I promised that as long as you nod, no matter who you were in the past, no matter what you have done in the past, it doesn't matter. Because you are really a rare talent, and you don't want you to be attracted by others, nor do you want you to die under my sword."

Can Ren knows that the true nature of Zixiao Sword Sect, Can Ren is so familiar that he is so familiar that even the other party’s naked body that he still has a clear understanding when recalling it. “You are worthy of killing me? But I don’t understand, how could you appear there at that time.”

Xuese is very experienced. Many people from the Zixiao Sword Sect are surprised, and Yang Sui Meng is also surprised. The two of them know each other. In Yang Sui Meng's memory, the true leader has never left Zixiao Mountain except for the occasion where he had to come out.

The true leader's eyes turned from Qingming to confused, and he whispered, "I once gave you a chance, but you chose to refuse. If you chose to accept it at that time, even if you are more arrogant than you are now, I will tolerate you and protect you. However, a good opportunity will never be a second time. Since you chose it at the beginning, just carry the results now."

Can Ren laughed at the sky for a while, and suddenly stopped and shouted loudly, "You are worthy!" At the same time, his figure flashed towards Zhen Shang. Tears suddenly appeared out of the sheath, and a purple light came to the vital point of Zhen's throat. Zhen Shang turned his left hand, but the sword was not deshewn, but the hilt of the sword hit the chest. Can Ren's whole body was surrounded by a ball of purple fireworks, and a loud shock was heard.

Can Ren's whole person was shocked and flew backwards, flying out of the edge of the cliff on the top of Zixiao Mountain. The deep and low abyss under the cliff was filled with smoke. In an instant, Can Ren's figure could no longer be seen clearly.

Silence, the top of Zixiao Mountain was silent. No one expected that the arrogant resilience could not withstand the attack of Zhen. He flew according to the Lu and slapped his claws to attack Zhen. Yinliang's energy penetrated the heart of Zhen, but it was just a phantom.

Yes, the phantom. While Canren was shocked and flew towards the abyss, Zhenshang had already rushed out with Canren's body. He took action very quickly, and because it was very fast, when he felt that the claw was no longer there, the right claw-shaped right had already passed through the heart position of the phantom of the heart.

"Young Master!" Yilu turned around quickly and wanted to rush out into the abyss. Xuese's figure flashed and stopped him. "Miss Yilu, this battle is related to the issue of the true position of the sect. I will definitely not allow anyone to interfere in this battle." "Go aside!" Yilu shouted anxiously, Xuese shook her head slightly, Yang Shumeng and other experts of the Zixiao Sword Sect pressed the hilt of the sword, with an extremely clear attitude.

Yilu made a move to Xuese, with silver light flowing palms, slapped Xuese's heart, Yang Shumeng and other masters, and drew their swords and unsheathed them and attacked Yilu.

Around Zixiao Mountain, there are several cliffs that are close to the main peak of Zixiao Mountain. One of them is one of them.

If the hilt of the sword is replaced by someone else, with the real lethality, it can penetrate easily like a sharp blade. However, the sacrificial meridian is not someone else. Therefore, although the sacrificial meridians suffered a brief attack and had a temporary obstruction, they were not severely injured. They only suffered some minor internal injuries.

When Zhenshen caught up with Can Ren, Can Ren was in mid-air. The sword on Zhenshang had been unsheathed and stabbed towards Can Ren's heart. Can Ren had no choice but to strode to meet him, and forced the tip of the sword. With a loud shock, Can Ren flew faster. Zhen Shang's figure paused in an instant, and then continued to chase Can Ren and flew down.

Can Ren used this collision force to escape from the reach of Zhen Shang sword. The rocks that hit the cliff burst and shattered and fell deeply into the rock wall. A deep hole was knocked out of the rock wall, and the gravel completely buried Can Ren. Zhen's upper body fell lightly at the entrance of the cave like cotton wool, and stared at a pile of gravel expressionlessly.

He said in a light tone, "Bei Luo Zixiao Sword Skill is not what you use, nor is it that your own artistic conception can exert its true power. How can you exercise the terribleness of Bei Luo Zixiao Skill in the North? The glory of the legendary sword will be reappeared in front of the world in my hands, and only I can. If you hand over the tears on your waist, I can only use your martial arts without killing you."

The sound of the two people's qi striking, shocking the various birds and beasts in the mountains and forests in the distance to flee. At this time, fog was everywhere around the cliffs, and there was silence.

There was no response from the gravel, and Shin-sama said softly, "Don't think I'm greedy for tears. I just don't want to kill you, and it's just a reason for me to surround you without death. Even if you don't die, in this life, don't expect to leave Zixiao Mountain again. But you can rest assured that here, you not only have a worry-free life, but even if you want a woman, I will try my best to provide satisfaction with you. It's better than dying, what do you think?"

There was still no response from Can Ren in the gravel, which made people wonder whether Can Ren was knocked unconscious by the real blow just now. However, he was not anxious and stood quietly with the sword. After a moment, he said in a light tone, "Don't expect anyone to save you. I will not fight with me for a long time. Your servant is not my opponent."

Of course, Can Ren did not fall into a coma. The second move in Zhen did not even bring Can Ren. Can Ren's flesh palms were not afraid of any impact from true energy or sharp weapons. Can Ren was extremely sober at this moment, but he was just angry.

Frustration, Canren has never suffered such setbacks, especially after he felt that his martial arts had made great progress, he never thought that he would endure such a degree of setbacks one day. Canren did not admit that he had failed, but had to admit that he was not Zhen Shang's opponent at all.

If the first move was not that he had a sudden attack and Zhen Shang could not draw the sword, then he would have died at that time. If it weren't for his palms that were different from ordinary people, at least one arm would have been destroyed, and the meridians would have been severely damaged by the Zhen Shang sword energy.

"I didn't lose, how could I lose!" Canren was furious, and his right arm, which was persistent in tears, attacked quickly. A thick purple light column flew out from the tip of the sword. As it passed, the gravel was burned by strong internal forces, leaving no trace of dust.

The purple light column rushed out and was condensed by most of the pure internal force in the body.

The purple light column flew away to one side without expression. The purple light column almost hit the corner of the clothes on the clothes. The side effects of the internal force condensing the internal force have already appeared at this time. Even if it is only a little bit less, even the corner of the clothes on the clothes on the purple light column is not damaged at all.

The stolen and angry appeared in Zhenshang's sight, holding the tears in his right hand tightly, but he did not make a sound. Zhenshang's tone was still light, "Your self-esteem cannot bear this failure? This only shows one thing. Your self-information is just a product of escaping emotions, looking at emotions, and venting emotions. It is inferior, but this is not your fault. It is not easy for ordinary people to reach the true height. If my artistic conception is not yet stable, you are dead now."

"Shut up! I won't lose!" Can Ren's eyes widened, his eyes covered with blood.

"I have said that I don't want to or want to kill you. Now let go of the tears and you can continue to live happily. I have given you a chance to become a king, and now I will still give you a chance to survive." Shinsaka said in a light tone, unable to hear any other emotional colors, and it doesn't seem to be advising others at all, nor does it seem to be full of concern and concern for others.

Yilu almost cried anxiously, but of course she wouldn't really cry. At this time, even if she cried, it would be useless. No matter how powerful she cried, the famous masters of the Zixiao Sword Sect such as Xuese and Yang Shumeng would never give way to Yilu.

Yilu doesn't cry, but just takes action more courageously and attacks the masters blocking the way more ruthlessly.

After rushing like this for a long time, there were more than eight people who died under Yilu's palm. They were not eight ordinary disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect, but the most powerful masters. But soon, Yilu could no longer kill people. Yilu's right hand was tightly grasped by Lian, and he could not enter or draw back.

Lian's expression was as cold as before. She did not pursue the victory. Xuese stopped other fellow junior brothers and sisters who tried to attack Yilu. "The battle has not yet ended, and before we know, we cannot decide whether to deal with her. If the victory is true and the freedom is true, and if the victory is resilient, we naturally have no right to blame her."

Xue Se opened his mouth. Even if he was unwilling to give up, he could only swallow the protest in his stomach. Yang Sai Meng's junior brother died, and Yang Sai Meng's junior brother was famous with Yang Sai Meng. Yang Sai Meng could not say anything. Xue Se's words were not protected, which was in line with the rules of this sect.

Because this is not an ordinary battle or fight, it is a real challenge. No one can violate the sect rules that have been passed down for thousands of years, and Yang Shumeng is even worse.

"Long Jiu, help me." Yilu was so anxious that he suddenly wanted to come with him, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid. He should have asked for help from Jiujiu. The facts were not as good as Yilu expected. He approached Yilu, held Yilu's hand, and shook his head with a smile and said, "No, before Fenghua left that day, I promised her that if you come to Zixiao Mountain with you, you can't take action no matter what happens."

Yilu was completely desperate and added with a smile, "But I said at that time. If they wanted to kill you, I don't want you to die." Yilu watched Jiujiu with surprise when he heard this. How could Jiujiu think of such a problem at that time?

Has he started to care about his life and death for a long time? Has he actually put his life and death in his heart become a special thing?
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