In the middle of the stands on one side of the Martial Arts Field, the sect master Lin Xuanyuan was sitting cross-legged. It seemed that he had already had a match, but he hadn't gotten it right yet. His face was slightly gray and he was sitting quietly adjusting his breath. The people in the arena were a man in black and Xuanyuan. The elder brother of the Sword Sect.
The sword of the man in black is extremely fast, the starlight is tens of thousands of points, and the dragon is flying, and the sword is condensed in the sea. Due to the many changes, it will even make people slightly dizzy after watching it for a long time.
Meng Fuyao heard one of his senior brothers whisper, "That's Wuhenjian, one of Taiyuan's top ten swordsmen, and also the one with the most mysterious background and the most eccentric nature. God knows how the Baishan School can invite him?"
"I said why the annual Taiyuan Top Ten Sword Faction Sword Trial Meeting was suddenly held ahead of schedule. It turned out that Old Dog Bai found this helper and deliberately stepped on our Xuanyuan."
"He alone picked us all, what a shame."
"So what? He has this ability, didn't you see that the elder brother has only barely fought with him so far?"
"Hey... Today we are really afraid that we will be stepped on..."
Meng Fuyao continued walking indifferently, before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly heard a scream of "ah".
In front of the bloody wind, a black shadow suddenly flew upside down and hit her heavily. Meng Fuyao hurriedly jumped away. The man's huge body streaked across the sky with a stream of bright blood beads, and landed heavily. in front of her.
The splashed blood landed on the weapons rack beside the field, and after a while, thick drops dripped down on the white stone ground, the red and white contrasted, which was shocking.
The court was silent, and all the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect present stared in shock at the man who was struggling and rolling with his right wrist.
It took a long time before someone thought of rushing to help him up, and then let out a scream.
Senior brother's right hand was dripping with blood, and his tendon had been broken.
What a vicious sword technique!
The Xuanyuan Sword Sect fell silent, and the maniacal laughter of the others in the field became even more ear-piercing.
Only the man in black remained indifferent, standing in the field, coldly wiping the blood-stained sword.
The cloth he used to wipe his sword looked familiar, but it was the half sleeve of the senior brother's right hand. All the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect showed anger, only Meng Fuyao twitched his eyebrows.
What a fast sword! It's just that in that instant, not only the other party's wrist was crippled, but also a section of sleeve was neatly cut off.
What's more, his opponent is still a first-class master with extremely quick response!
The wild laughter of the head of Baishan continued, but there was a low sigh from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect crowd. It seems that today, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect will lose face in the Taiyuan Dynasty.
In today's world, the powerful forces of various countries are constantly fighting with each other, and establish their status by the number of victories. Now Xuanyuan Sword Sect is one of the three major sword sects in Taiyuan. If they are invincible to each other, if the word spreads, their status will definitely plummet.
At this time, there was silence in the arena, and all eyes were on the wounded in front of Meng Fuyao, but Meng Fuyao was not good at moving, she moved her feet tentatively, and the black-clothed boy in the arena immediately turned his eyes coldly, he His face was still rigid, as if he was wearing a mask, but his eyes were cold and piercing, as sharp as steel nails, and a nail was nailed into Meng Fuyao's eyes.
That gaze was dark and deep, like a thousand-pound sinking abyss, the bottom is far away and invisible, and in the deepest place, there is a strange spark, which is not extinguished.
In Meng Fuyao's puzzled field of vision, that spark kept drifting, spinning, rising, and then suddenly exploded in Meng Fuyao's eyes.
It was as if I heard a loud bang in my mind, exploding bright stars all over the sky.
Meng Fuyao was dizzy for a moment, staggered back, bumped into the pillar behind her, the cold feeling on her back woke her up, she raised her head to look at the man in shock.
That is the mind-confusing stunt, "You Tong"!
What is the history of this person
His eyes were full of hatred, he didn't come to learn martial arts at all!
Meng Fuyao turned around and wanted to back away, but the piercing voice of the head of Baishan suddenly sounded behind him.
"You Xuanyuan Sect, don't you still have Yan Jingchen!"
Lin Xuanyuan was startled, and replied, "Jingchen returned to Beijing last night."
"I'm afraid I heard that we are coming, so I ran away?" Several heads laughed in unison.
"And this one." Among them, the head of Caiyun Sword Sect smiled while pointing at Meng Fuyao who was about to slip away, "What about this one? I don't remember that she has ever fought before. Why, she also wants to learn from Yan Jingchen and put oil on the soles of her feet." Running away?"
Lin Xuanyuan's expression changed, and he remained silent. A disciple beside him immediately stretched out his hand and pushed Meng Fuyao.
"What is Jinchu doing here? Don't appear in front of people if you don't have the skills, or make things difficult for Master!"
"Go back to your own room!"
Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, anger welled up in his eyes, after a while, he took a breath, shook his fingers, and walked away silently.
Don't care about snobs, etc., and don't lower your style.
In the past many years in another world, I have suffered so much, those vain dryness, the publicity that belongs to the red-haired witch of that era, although it has not been smoothed, but I have learned to restrain myself.
However, as soon as he took a step, he heard someone's voice behind him delicate and crisp, like jade beads falling on a silver plate.
"This one is just a burning girl in our family. Don't compare her with my brother Yan, otherwise Yanjing Pei's family and Heyuan Yan's family will be regarded as insults at the same time."
Yanjing Pei's family and Heyuan Yan's family mean Taiyuan's royal family and officialdom. The meaning of this sentence, the several heads can hear the weight of it, and they all fell silent at the moment.
Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at the red-clothed woman behind her. She was a year older than Fuyao, and her figure was fully grown. Her curves were not like her youthful and delicate curves, but her plump parts were straight to gush, and her slender parts were delicate. When she was about to fold, she also liked to wear a red tight-fitting long dress, which made her more charming and enchanting, but she had a dignified face, with the corners of her eyes slightly raised, as bright and luxurious as a flying phoenix.
Pei Yuan.
Seeing Meng Fuyao looking over, Pei Yuan gave a cold and contemptuous look, and then casually turned his gaze away.
"If the heads of the sects are interested, you might as well go to Tiansha Pandu in the future. At the Zhenwu Conference, Senior Brother Yan will naturally let everyone see the demeanor of my first disciple under my Xuanyuan sect."
She glanced at Meng Fuyao, turned her head and smiled at the many masters.
"As for this one, even standing next to us, she feels that she is dirtying our land, so why should the heads mention it?"
There was a burst of laughter, and even Lin Xuanyuan was stroking his beard and nodding with a smile, feeling that this female disciple was knowledgeable and very good at speaking, she not only avoided making things difficult, but also did not lose the face of the Sword Sect.
Amid the roar of laughter, Meng Fuyao stood still.
The flashing light in front of my eyes, the curtain is flying, it is the gentle outstretched hand in the wind and rain, the chasing laughter among the mountain flowers in spring, the smiling eyes of each other under the moonlight, and the sable fur unfolded in the snow, holding her frozen feet tightly .
It’s a person whose head was pounded heavily in the mud, who was expelled from the martial arts field for concealing martial arts for the last time, who carried all his clothes to wash in the frozen river in the cold winter, and who came back from doing chores in the middle of the night and gnawed hard cold steamed buns in the kitchen.
Those times of laughter and pain in the past...
The laughter continued, but no one knew that the anger deeply buried in the woman who was standing with her back was finally ignited by this unscrupulous laughter, spreading into a prairie fire.
Meng Fuyao took another breath, and suddenly sneered.
enough.
Things are so cold.
The Zhijiao people want to draw their swords and kill the sky.
She turned her back to the field, suddenly turned around, picked up the long sword dropped by the elder brother just now, and strode across to the man in black.
The field suddenly fell silent.
The wind rushed from the continuous Xuanyuan Mountains, broke free from the shackles of the mountains and forests, and laughed wildly on the huge and high white stone field. It swayed people's field of vision, and from such a field of view, the four-legged beast with ferocious eyes and angry eyes embossed on the copper pillar seemed to be about to gallop down in an instant, devouring the world.
As for Meng Fuyao standing under the copper pillar, he was thin, strong, and his back was straight.
It is so thin that it seems that it can be blown away by the wind immediately, but it also makes people feel calm and bold, and it is integrated with the giant pillar that has been unshakable for thousands of years behind it.
A lot of eyes with unknown meanings were shining, but Meng Fuyao didn't look at anyone, pursed his lips, Huola tore off a part of his sleeve, and tied his eyes.
The long sword in the palm was radiant, like a pool of autumn water, carrying the bright sunlight of the afternoon, and slowly raised it towards the man in black amidst the astonished eyes of hundreds of people who couldn't believe it.