Chapter 314
Jiang Wanyi looks very delicate, but there is always a sneer on her lips intentionally or unintentionally.
Thin and sharp, raised slightly.
Yun Qianhan and Jiang Wanyi entered the ring, and under the witness of a senior brother, the two began to fight.
"Senior Brother Yun, please be merciful~ The little girl is very afraid of pain~" Jiang Wanyi smiled playfully, so that outsiders could not tell that this was a life and death battle.
"Less nonsense."
Yun Qianhan's eyes narrowed, and he raised his cold light sword and stabbed Jiang Wanyi without showing any mercy.
Jiang Wan also shook his wrist. A jade flute appeared in his hands. She waved Yu Xiao and took Yun Qianhan's attack. The two played on the ring.
Jiang Wan also practiced the art of music, but she always used superficial skills. She had not yet used the art of music to fight back.
"This Jiang Wanyi is really amazing. With his cultivation in the early stage of the Immortal Realm, he can defeat Yun Qianhan in the middle stage of the Immortal Realm."
"Yes! But it seems that Jiang Wanyi is more relaxed."
"Is Jiang Wanyi really such a genius?"
"After all, it's only a hair below the level of golden talent."
"In other words, I remember that in the five hundred years of predecessor, it seems that a disciple of golden talent is recruited? What is called?"
"Is there any?"
"I remember, but this person is a bit low-key. I still can't call her by name, and I don't know who is stronger or weaker between her and Jiang Wanyi."
"..."
Yun Qianhan was a swordsman after all, and he was very good at swordsmanship. After many exchanges of moves, he forced Jiang Wanyi back with just one sword strike.
Jiang Wanyi clapped his sleeves and chuckled, "Senior Brother Yun is indeed extraordinary, much better than those we fought against before."
"You..." Yun Qianhan was not angry yet, but the seed disciples watching the battle below couldn't bear it anymore. Jiang Wanyi really didn't take them seriously and was still slandering them now.
"Bi Qi's mother!"
Many people yelled and cursed.
The disciples of the Fourth Hall cheered on the side, "Senior Sister Jiang is mighty!"
"Well, I have to go back to make up! It's time to move ..." Jiang Wan also looked at it, and put Yu Xiao on his mouth gently.
The Tao Domain of the Way of Music instantly unfolded. Yun Qianhan did not dare to be careless and quickly summoned the Sword Dao Domain to fight against it.
The real battle has only begun now.
The invisible sound wave turned into the sound waves and continued to fly towards Yun Qianhan. Yun Qianhan opened a sword gas to resist, but the sword qi just let the sound waves shake, and did not block the sound waves.
With a "pop" sound, there was a blood mark on Yun Qianhan's shoulder. Yun Qianhan frowned, "Can't you even resist the sword energy?"
Without giving Yun Qianhan any time to think, the sound wave struck again, and Yun Qianhan could only keep dodging.
Jiang Wanyi's attack was too dense. Yun Qianhan had no chance to counter -ruling, and he didn't even have the opportunity to go out of the swordsmanship.
Even if it was caught in the gap time, it was calmly resisted by Jiang Wanyi's sound waves.
The sound of flute was soft and soothing, but there were a lot of murders hidden in them. Yun Qianhan completely fell into a passive situation.
"What should I do? Senior Brother Yun will probably lose if he does this!"
"Well, is it that no one can suppress Jiang Wanyan among our seed disciples?"
"This way of music is too weird. How can an ordinary monk be Jiang Wanyi's opponent?"
"..." None of the seed disciples were optimistic about Yun Qianhan. Yun Qianhan's situation left them with no hope of winning.
A man in a white robe couldn't stand it any longer. He wanted to stop the battle. Just when he was about to take action, an old man in a black robe stood in front of him.
"Zhong Yang, please don't interfere in the battle between juniors."
The man in white robe became furious when he saw the old man, "Old ghost, you have gained a good disciple!"
"Killing so many seed disciples, really prestigious."
Gui Zhixuan smiled indifferently, "So what? Did I force them to fight to the death?"
"Zhong Yang, you are the master of the eighth hall. If you forcibly intervene in their life and death war, how can you let Yun Qianhan stand in the fairy temple in the future?"
"Yun Qianhan, a mediocre talent for greedy life to be afraid of death?"
Zhong Yang's eyes seemed to be able to spray the flames, but Gu Zhixuan said it was true.
Helpless, he could only snort and continue to pay attention to the battle in the ring.
Half of Yun Qianhan's white robe was dyed red. It was obvious that his injury was not serious.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
The Xiao's voice suddenly became low and melodious, like crying, which made the listener feel very uncomfortable. Yun Qianhan felt that the scenery in front of him began to become blurry, and his movement speed slowed down a bit.
This rhythm has the effect of psychedelic paralysis.
"Yun Qianhan! Hold Yuan Shouyi, give up the sword in your hand, and ask your own heart, what is your sword?" An inappropriate voice sounded in the audience.
He pulled Yun Qianhan's thoughts a lot. He only felt that the voice was familiar, but what he said was worth thinking about him.
"What exactly is my sword?"
The person who spoke was naturally Ning Ruoxi. Seeing Yun Qianhan and Jiang Wanyi fighting so passively, she understood that Yun Qianhan probably hadn't realized the invisible sword yet.
If Yun Qianhan understands the invisible sword, how can he still be beaten?
If she reminds Yun Qianhan like this, if Yun Qianhan still can't comprehend the invisible sword, then there's nothing he can do if Ning Ruoxi is killed.
But when it comes to life and death, people's thoughts can slow down time like magic.
In just one breath, Yun Qianhan's memories from childhood to adulthood were replayed in his mind like a quick tour.
He saw at noon that day, and he was asking a woman to ask an invisible sword.
The woman was lonely. He asked the woman for a long time to promise to teach him to practice the invisible sword. What the woman said was vivid at this moment.
"The invisible sword is the sword in my heart. As long as I think in my heart, everything in the world can be the sword in my hand."
"It's my obsession with Han Guangjian too deep, I should put it down ..."
"The invisible sword may also be called the sword of the heart..."
In the surprised eyes of a crowd of seed disciples, Yun Qianhan put down the cold sword, and his right hand compared a sword to his finger.
Before the sound wave even got close, there was a loud explosion in the air.
Yun Qianhan's invisible sword is completed.
"Who was speaking just now? How could Senior Brother Yun be so powerful with just one sentence?"
"Yeah! So handsome! A finger -based sound wave?"
"This is the invisible sword of Kendo! It is rumored that the last one of the seventh hall of the Seventh Hall is Ning Baibai in the presence of this recruitment."
"Ning Baibai! I remember her! The one who cheated on her five hundred years ago?"
"What cheating? Five hundred years ago, I killed the scumbag at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm with his cultivation in the early stage of the Golden Immortal Realm!"
The wind direction we were talking about was normal at first, but as we got closer to the back, something seemed a little strange.