Shaking her head slightly, Bie Hongling's heart felt calm. Her mood was not shaken at all by Yan Wenfei's violent momentum. Her red lips parted lightly, "Aside from being the third child, what else can you do? You still haven't made any progress after so many years." .Didn’t your master teach you that the further you go, the more you have to rely on your state of mind and simplify from the complex? Foreign objects are foreign objects after all. They can only improve your own strength, but they are not part of your own strength."
After speaking, he seemed to feel a little bored and remained silent. This calm and non-urgent look made Yan Wenfei almost furious. I feel that this is a kind of contempt for myself.
After Yan Wenfei lifted the golden glass mirror slightly, and with the influx of spiritual power, the originally turbid and dull mirror suddenly erupted into a dark yellow light beam. At first, the dark yellow light beam was bright and bright, but then in a blink of an eye There was a halo of mist.
Fu Hongling didn't panic at all when she saw this scene. She and Yan Wenfei had fought many times since they first entered the Xuantian Sword Sect. How could they not understand each other at all, and Yan Wenfei Tie Hongling had seen these methods used several times before.
The breeze passed by, and the corners of the red skirt swayed and swayed. Not only the clothes were moving, but also Tie Hongling's white and tender right arm. There was no emotion in her dark beautiful eyes, and she looked coldly at the attack. Yan Wenfei.
'Fengxiao' chirped softly, emitting a fiery light. When she saw the white cylindrical light shining from the turbid surface of the golden pan glazed mirror, Fu Hongling actually smiled.
The people around him were fascinated by this smile. Very few people could see the smiling side of the cold Fu Hongling. At this moment, those dazzling auras seemed to be eclipsed by Fu Hongling's smile. Although he didn't know why Fu Hongling suddenly chuckled at this moment, Zhao Jiuge was also moved by Fu Hongling's smile.
"boom…"
Suddenly, an even more terrifying atmosphere poured out, even more terrifying than what Yan Wenfei exuded, even several levels higher. Because the black hair on her head was bound by the purple jade hairpin, it did not fall apart but swayed in the air with the wind.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw 'Feng Xiao' move with a quick and harsh cry. The rays of light were shining, and the sword light was flying. As the 'Feng Xiao' danced, sword lights shot out one after another continuously. As the speed of the sword dance continued to increase, it brought up phantoms one by one.
This made Zhao Jiuge stunned. He didn't expect that the sword could be used like this. Looking at the sword lights one after another, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but swallowed dryly. Zhao Jiuge could only feel that every sword light was enough to kill him. Zhao Jiuge felt that he could not understand the mysterious and profound sword intent at all.
When Zhao Jiuge was amazed by this sword fighting move, those with a little bit of strength in the crowd were more amazed by the momentum that Hong Ling burst out, which was clearly in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm. Looking at the rich aura, there was a faint hint of an imminent breakthrough. The signs of the spiritual sea realm made the skinny young man with dark skin and the gentle and steady young man feel a bitter feeling in their hearts.
The two couldn't help but glance at each other subconsciously. After a moment, the gentle young man who admired Bie Hongling said, "It seems that Bie Hongling has pushed us further and further away. This breath should be close to breaking through the spiritual sea realm." It's not that far away, and by then our cultivation will be completely different from ours." After finishing speaking, the corners of his mouth were raised, filled with a feeling of helplessness and bitterness. Although the disciples of the same class originally thought that the gap in strength would become shorter and smaller, they did not expect that as time went by, the distance did not narrow, but became farther and farther. And the distance between myself and the goddess in my heart is getting farther and farther.
Looking at the appearance of this gentle young man, some skinny and dark-skinned young men who were connected to the same destiny laughed dumbly, and with a bit of joy in the misery, they secretly joked, "It seems that we want to surpass these two on the Jiange list. There is no hope for you ladies. With the growth of this generation of disciples, our group of old disciples will retreat to the Presbyterian Church."
The gentle young man understood this truth, and nodded with some wan interest. Even if he entered the Presbyterian Church and became an elder, he would only be the lowest-level elder. He was only at the early stage of the Divine Transformation Realm.
Zhao Jiuge, who had been watching the battle in the field, didn't react much even when he heard that Roberwin's senior brother admired his senior sister. However, when he heard the three words "Jiange List", Zhao Jiuge suddenly became interested and a little bit. I’m curious about what the Jiange List is.
However, Robert Wen on the side also became interested. Without Zhao Jiuge opening his mouth, he already asked, "Senior brother, what is this sword pavilion list?" After speaking, he looked at his senior brother curiously.
The gentle young man glanced at Robert Wen before listlessly introducing the situation of the Jiange Ranking.
It turns out that the mountain where the sword pavilion of Xuantian Sword Sect exists is called Jiange Peak. In the sword pavilion, not only are the death tablets of the disciples of the past generations and their natal flying swords stored, but also the longevity lanterns of each inner disciple are stored. The natal flying sword is the flying sword that he often uses. It is usually a spiritual weapon. Only the one that has been tempered by the Yuan Ying in the body with the fire of purple yuan is called the natal flying sword.
Outside this sword pavilion, on the top of the sword pavilion peak, there is a stone tablet, which records the top ten most powerful disciples. Disciples who have entered the inner sect and have practiced for less than two hundred years can be on the list. After two hundred years, basically The top disciples will all retreat to the Presbyterian Council and silently make some contributions to the sect. And the disciples on the Jiange list today are undoubtedly the disciples of Fu Hongling and their generation. After a while, with the passage of two hundred years, The time has passed, when the old and the new are replaced, their group of disciples will naturally become elders.
After hearing the gentle young man's explanation, Zhao Jiuge suddenly became interested in the Jiange Ranking. He thought that when his senior sister finished the battle later, he would definitely let her take him to see it. Look at the ten people on the list now. I don’t know when I will be on the list. Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge’s heart is burning.
But at the moment, there was a fierce fight in the field. As Bie Hongling's sword rain was used, the white light pillars sprayed out immediately twisted, flickering on and off. As the sharp sword lights hit these light pillars, they emitted. The misty light pillar looked like a lit candle that was about to be extinguished if it could not withstand the violent wind.
Finally, in this violent rain of swords, the white beam of light dimly disappeared. Tie Hongling was not injured at all, and she did not even cause Tie Hongling any trouble.
"Click..."
A slight sound came, and a tiny crack suddenly appeared on the turbid surface of the golden pan-glazed mirror. Then the crack became bigger and bigger, spreading, and finally the entire mirror surface exploded with a bang. It shattered, and the entire mirror fell and shattered into pieces.
"Impossible!" Yan Wenfei let out a hysterical cry. His most important spiritual weapon was destroyed easily. This was a magic weapon that he had tempered for a long time!
In the previous battles with Du Hongling, this golden pan glazed mirror could also bring a lot of trouble to Du Hongling. I thought that now that my strength has greatly increased, I would definitely catch Fu Hongling off guard. Who knew? This happens.
The hurt of being hit in the heart is much more uncomfortable than the hurt of a damaged magic weapon.
At this moment, Yan Wenfei stared at Fu Hongling with his eyes wide open, looking a little crazy, but Fu Hongling's actions were more than that.