The First Sword of the Earth

"The non-speaking Taoist leader is moving towards Huashan high speed with Xilian, and is expected to arrive at Huashan in fifteen minutes!"

"Team leader, the venue is about to fight! Huashan faction insists not to change the number of seats on the rostrum!"

"We detected that Xi Lian's vitality fluctuations have stabilized. During the period just now, it should be the non-verbal master who was healing Xi Lian... Team leader, what should we do?"

"There are violent vitality fluctuations at the top of Huashan Mountain. Fifteen ancient cultivators have already appeared and entered the sky above the venue!"

On the main screen of the command hall, near the rostrum of the main venue, there were hundreds of monks on each side facing each other. At this time, it seemed as if they were divided into two camps. The tens of thousands of monks in the surrounding stands were all talking, and there were riots everywhere.

At this time, there are a total of 28 family traditions, divided into two factions, to maintain confrontation around the issue of only fifteen seats on the rostrum.

It has to be said that the pit that Qin Yishen dug before has really grasped the weak underbelly of each family's inheritance-the status of the rivers and lakes.

At this time, Dao Cheng felt that if the fifteen ancient Xiu were allowed to sit on the rostrum, it would be equivalent to acknowledging the other party's transcendent status.

How can this not fight back?

Qin Yishen’s arrangement of hands seems random, but it directly puts the contradictions of the anti-dual camp on the bright side, so that the "Wu Gu" Dao Cheng, headed by Jianzong, Wudang, and Longhushan, has no time to make more preparations. , Must stand up directly to oppose.

And a few minutes before the opening ceremony, fifteen ancient Xiu appeared and fell towards the venue.

Although Qin Yishen did not show up at the agreed time, according to a report from the official on-site, Qin Yishen had just been promoted and was a little busy, and should show up later.

The fifteen ancient Xiu... didn't care about it.

They drove on white clouds, like immortals descending from the sky, each wearing a brand-new Taoist robe, and each of them was regarded as ‘dressed to attend’, even using the four words glamorous and beautiful.

Fifteen breaths suppressed everywhere, and the venue was quiet. The contemporary monastic masters facing each other near the rostrum looked solemn and half felt relieved.

In the corner of the venue, two men and women wearing military uniforms in the combat readiness group seemed to be wandering here. At this moment, they were all watching the fifteen ancient Xiu Dao standing on the clouds in mid-air.

Wang Xiaomiao gave a light cough and pressed Liu Yunzhi's arm with his small hand. The latter lowered his head and took a breath, resisting looking over there.

Both of them were wearing headsets, apparently they had already connected their heads with the investigation team before, and they were arranged to wait for the time to appear here...

The command hall of the investigation team headquarters, thousands of miles away, also quieted down at this time.

Across the screen, the staff of the investigation team and the special task team seemed to feel the oppression from the fifteen monks.

At this moment, a report in the corner refreshed people...

"Captured an image that does not speak long words! He is fifteen kilometers south of Huashan with Sect Master Di Yin, and will immediately enter the venue!"

Finally, Chi Ling, who had been silent all the time, let out a sigh of relief and immediately ordered: "Cut the screen to a close range, and capture the content of their conversation at the top to ensure that they enter the venue smoothly!

Don't worry about Feiyu first, let Mou Yue think of a way to remind Feiyu not to act without authorization! "

"Yes!"

Several people around immediately agreed that the entire special department, from the headquarters to the Huashan frontline command center, began to operate at high speed.

Everyone is tensed, facing 15 ancient Xiu who seem to have a crushing advantage, they are like dancing with torches on the explosives magazine. If they are not careful, there may be no bones...

In the venue, Huashan Dao assumed the current head, and a gray-haired old Dao was taking two steps forward.

This old Dao made a Dao Yi to the old celestial master, Qing Long Dao Chang and others in front of him, and then to the fifteen ancient cultivators standing on the cloud above, shouting loudly: " Please, ancestors!"

"Why please?" The old heavenly master suddenly said, interrupting the call of the head of Huashan Daocheng.

The head of Huashan frowned and said, "For my generation to practice Taoism, I should be a respected elder, why not please?"

Qinglong Dao Chang smiled and said, "Does Huashan Daocheng feel that the virtues of contemporary monks are far inferior to those of ancient monks?"

"The words of Jianzong are too general. When did I say that the virtues of contemporary monks are far inferior to those of ancient monks?" Another old way came out, but it was an elder from Maoshan, listening to this person. Slowly said, "But monks, what they cultivate is Taoism, and what they pursue is becoming immortal and enlightenment.

Masters who died nine deaths and lived to this day, and repay their grievances with virtue, and surrendered to the evil monsters of the world. Pang Dao felt that these seats here must be seated by the ancestors. "

"The Fairy Way Conference is now in its fourth session," Yuanpu Zhenren said slowly, "what you did in the first three sessions, just how you did at Huashan!

The fifteen ancient cultivators are of relatively high level and are not suitable for participating in such a family-like Immortal Dao conference like our juniors. How about setting up a special seat on the side? "

Head Huashan looked unhappy, and said in a deep voice, "According to Yuanpu's true meaning, could it be...Huh?"

He spoke, and together with the many cultivators here and the fifteen ancient cultivators above his head, he looked up to the south of the venue, where several dark shadows were coming through the air.

The head of Huashan hesitated slightly, and the speed of the two figures flying in the front suddenly increased, and they directly smashed into the edge of the rostrum.

Above the clouds, among the fifteen ancient cultivators, two of them were about to frown, but were stopped by the ancestor of Maoshan's Dao inheritance.

They are all looking good at the show. At this time, I am afraid they are also reporting the thought of letting all the ‘resistance forces’ in the monastic world emerge first, and then suppress them all.

The two figures slammed into the arena, and after a little dust had passed, the two stood side by side in front of the more than a dozen Taoist inheritances of "Wu Gu Xiu".

Looking at the man on the left, his face is calm, his eyes are fine, his Taoist robe is stained with a little dust, his long hair is scattered randomly, he wears a jade on his waist, and he carries a long sword, giving a sense of unrestrainedness.

It is the fifth-ranked cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, who speaks forever.

It stands to reason that the top three in the sky list have already been here, and the bonus of the fifth pair of the "Wu Gu Xiu" side is not too big. After all, the fifteen ancient Xiu at least started in the birth state, which is a big difference. realm.

However, the appearance of Qing Yanzi at such a critical moment inexplicably boosted the morale of the Taoists of Wudang, Jianzong, and Longhushan.

It has been too long, not to mention that the Taoist Master is the official representative in the monastic world.

Looking at the person on the right side, his body is round and his face is rich, giving people the feeling of an uncle next door, but when he took off his cloak, he gave a great impact to the cultivators of the ‘Ancient Cultivation’ on the opposite side.

Sect Master of Di Yin, Shen Suian.

"Everyone," Shen Suian squinted and smiled, "I can stand up again now, and it will be over when we fight again."

At the same time, the figures of Shen Suian and Qing Yanzi appeared on the projection screens in and out of the venue. When Shen Suian's words were finished, the huge venue suddenly buzzed.

In the air, the fifteen ancient Xiu also gradually lost their smiles. Several people looked at Shen Suian, and several people were talking about something.

"Isn't the Hidden Divine Sect closed the mountain?"

"Why did it come out suddenly at this time?"

"The sky has changed, the sky has changed, what reversal routine is this?"

Amid the noise, the situation in the venue suddenly changed.

Half of the Daocheng families who originally stood with Huashan, Qiba Daocheng decisively retreated to the side, led by the contemporary heads of the families, and walked to the side stands.

And the eight ancient cultivators who corresponded to these Taoist inheritances looked extremely ugly at this time.

This includes the ancestor of Maoshan Taoism.

In the corner, Liu Yunzhi breathed a sigh of relief, with a somewhat relieved smile at the corner of his mouth, "The Di Yinzong actually played Qin Yishen."

Wang Xiaomiao snorted softly, her pretty face full of coldness, and she whispered: "This Director Chi Ling is so cruel, and it's also at a loss for my eldest sister and I."

"Huh?" Liu Yunzhi was startled, and then understood why Wang Xiaomiao was angry at this time, and his smile gradually closed.

Next to the rostrum, the situation was somewhat reversed with the appearance of Qing Yanzi and Shen Suian, but before the "Wu Gu Xiu" Dao Cheng took the initiative to attack, the head of Huashan Dao Cheng suddenly shouted:

"Please take your seats!"

"Wait!"

Qing Yanzi shouted loudly, staring at the fifteen veteran people in the air with his eyes like electricity.

Even if the cultivation base cannot be coerced, the momentum is not lost in the slightest.

"Why do they sit in these positions?" Qing Yanzi said coldly, and his voice spread throughout the venue, "Virtue? They are ancient sinners, and they are responsible for trespassing in the small mansion and killing the ancestors of the hidden sect! "

The head of Huashan yelled: "If the ancestors hadn't taken the initiative to suppress the demon fox, I am afraid that half of the monastic world of the Dahua country has been in the hands of the demon at this time! Such a feat, how can it not be a virtue!"

Before Qing Yanzi could speak, the drone horns all over the venue blew at the same time:

"Fake! It's all fake!"

Two figures rushed out from the corner, and the girl took off the helmet in one fell swoop. With her short hair swaying lightly, her figure appeared on various screens.

"I'm Wang Xiaomiao! Wang Xiaomiao who was slandered by these ancient Xiu saying that he was possessed by a demon soul! Sword Xiu Wang Feiyu's sister!

My elder brother and Fairy Buyu went out to practice spiritual practice. My elder sister and I were at home. A few days ago, two cultivators suddenly attacked us, trying to force the eldest sister into demons!

It's them! "

"Her words!" An old old cultivator on the cloud yelled, but heard a sword blast from among the Jianzong cultivators, an ancient sword spun out of its own accord and flew in front of Wang Xiaomiao, quietly floating.

Wang Xiaomiao's apricot eyes were round and fearless, he approached the rostrum step by step.

Above the clouds, the ancestor of Maoshan Daocheng's gaze shrank, because he saw the Maoshan disciple behind Wang Xiaomiao, his eyes flashed a little bit of coldness, and suddenly he shouted: "Enough! Loading, how can you let the juniors such as you be so slanderous!

If you want to add to the crime, there is nothing wrong with it, and you are so clever, just wanting to put stigma on our old bones!

If this is the case, then follow the rules of the monastic world... Who fights the poor Dao? "

When the words fell, the cultivation base of the Tribulation Realm swept everywhere. Although it was the mid-term Tribulation and had not yet passed the Tribulation, at this time, it was two full realms higher than the monks in the forefront of the contemporary sky list.

At this moment, another ancient Xiu stood up, but he fell directly from the clouds, hovering above the rostrum, and said in a leisurely manner: "Poor Dao Helinzi, the cultivation base ranks the most among the Daoists. In the end, it's better to let me teach you juniors."

Reborn, mid-term...

Here, many Taoist leaders glanced at each other, and the old heavenly master was about to stand up, but Qing Yanzi at the forefront had already taken a step forward.

"Poor Dao Qingyanzi, descendant of Lu's ancestors, and teaches your great skills."

"Good! Good! Good!"

This Helinzi seemed to feel that he had suffered a great insult. He didn't expect that he would stand up to coerce these junior monks, and some people would dare to stand up and challenge.

At this time, Qing Yanzi was not afraid of the difference in the cultivation base, and directly rose into the air. Cheers and shouts suddenly sounded around him.

Just in a blink of an eye, inside and outside the Fairy Dao Conference, I don't know how many monks are chanting the name of Qingyanzi!

Qing Yanzi slowly lifted into the air, stepping on a dagger, and confronting He Linzi in midair.

The Daocheng families below slowly retreated. Wang Xiaomiao and Liu Yunzhi, who hadn't gotten here, also stopped. There were a lot of Dao-cheng Dao masters standing in front of them, faintly protecting them.

When the venue came out, Qing Yanzi had already transported the whole body mana, and his whole body was like a solid sea boat, but in front of him...

But it was shocking and raging!

It was too difficult for Qing Yanzi to face each other without any timidity.

"Don't worry," He Linzi stood proudly and said indifferently.

Naturally, Poor Dao will also teach you ignorant juniors, so that you can understand the principle of respecting the elders and the elders. "

After saying this, the sleeve robe agitated, and a burst of mana quickly condensed.

锵——

Qing Yanzi slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, took a light breath, leaned forward, and the pure Yang mana was already on the verge of exploding.

He Linzi smiled a little contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, and he was standing still, not doing any defense or offensive posture, which meant to let Qingyanzi make a few moves and let Qingyanzi let it go.

Qing Yanzi let out a cold snort, mana surged under her feet, and her figure stepped out in the air!

That's it!

Qingyanzi's mana gathered in the sword in his hand. It is not very good, but the Ziwei Heavenly Sword, which can also exert extraordinary power, is about to display the strongest style. With a scream, suddenly appeared from behind!

Huh!

Faster than the whistling sound, a pale white light and shadow shot past Qing Yanzi half a foot away!

Qing Yanzi couldn't even see what it was that flew past, only a pale white light, the white circle left along the way, and the clear tail line!

Look at the end of this white light flying!

He Linzi's expression went from calm to panic, and it took only a moment. He was truly a monk in the reborn state, and his control of facial muscles was terrifying!

This white light came too fast ~www.readwn.com~ broke out of the venue, and emerged at the moment Qing Yanzi stepped forward. The sword intent contained in the white light was directly locked on Helinzi. This old way was completely I can feel that at this moment, my life is a bit worrying!

When it was said that it was too late, He Linzi was already unable to dodge, and turned his head to the left subconsciously, raised his right hand, the back of his hand was placed on his cheek, and the mana burst in his palm!

puff!

A ray of blood bloomed in his palm, and the white light seemed to stop. Inside was a scabbard. The tip of the scabbard broke through the barrier of power and penetrated into the palm of He Linzi's right palm!

But it's not over yet!

Suddenly there was another roar, the white light on the scabbard exploded, and Helinzi let out a miserable cry, and his figure was directly blown into the air. After rotating horizontally in the air for more than ten weeks, he smashed on the rostrum in an extremely embarrassing manner, and slammed a few chairs directly. smash.

The scabbard also lost all its strength, and slowly fell, inserted vertically into the open space in front of the rostrum, and stood quietly.

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