The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"The second brother is finally going to make a move."

The disciples of the Misty Sect gathered around the No. 6 ring, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Qiao Jiaxi, Shi Lei and others all laughed.

In the Misty Sect, among the disciples at the Ju Yuan realm level, except for Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie is currently the strongest.

They all wanted to know what level Huo Yunjie's strength had risen to after not seeing each other for many days.

"Yunjie, you must win!"

In the crowd, Ding Baixue silently cheered for him.

On the sixth ring.

Huo Yunjie's opponent was a woman in a white skirt wearing a veil. She was sitting quietly on a bamboo chair, with an antique guqin on the bamboo table in front of her.

Seeing Huo Yunjie, the woman smiled.

"I am the young master of the Tianyin Building of the Leiwu Dynasty, Tianqin."

The woman introduced herself.

"Tianjiao of temperament?" Huo Yunjie asked.

"I don't dare to be called Tianjiao, but she has some strength. Before that, the little girl has defended 21 matches. I don't know if Huo Daoyou can break through the little girl's Tianyin array."

Tianqin smiled and said softly.

As soon as his voice came out, Huo Yunjie immediately closed his eyes and found that he had been disturbed by special sound waves a long time ago.

However, his ruthless sword intent was shocked, and all negative effects were eliminated.

"Oh!" The corners of Tianqin's mouth rose slowly, "As expected, he is a true disciple of the Misty Sect, with extraordinary strength."

"let's start!"

Huo Yunjie stood on the ring and drew out the medium-grade spiritual weapon Frost Sword. As for the high-grade spiritual weapon, the Sky Frost Sword was temporarily hidden in the snow.

In the Juyuan realm-level fighting technique, the bonus of using high-grade spirit weapons is too great to win.

"It started long ago."

Tianqin smiled slightly, put his bare hand on the guqin, and gently flicked, the melodious tune resounded through this area.

"What a wonderful piano sound."

"I actually have the urge to sleep..."

Many people who eat melon feel very sleepy. They slapped their cheeks, gritted their teeth, pinched people, and made sure they didn't fall asleep.

Huo Yunjie protects his body with ruthless sword intent and is unaffected.

"Boom..."

Lyra changes the frequency of playing, and the rhythm speeds up.

As she shook her hand vigorously, several sound waves turned into invisible sharp blades, like a sword formation, slashing towards Huo Yunjie.

Cang!

Huo Yunjie swung his sword and slashed, splitting the sonic blade.

However, with the playing of Lyra, more and more sonic sharp blades came to kill, and it didn't take long for them to be surrounded by sharp blades, combining them into a sonic array, which firmly trapped Huo Yunjie.

"The situation is not so good!"

The crowd frowned slightly.

Huo Yunjie's strength is very strong, many people know, but today's opponent in the first battle is the young master of Tianyinlou from the Leiwu Dynasty. He is invisible and difficult to deal with.

"If your melody attack stops here, then it would be too meaningless."

Huo Yunjie swung the Frost Sword and easily blocked all the sonic sharp blades, his face was not red, he was not breathless, and he was comfortable.

"This is just an appetizer, but since Huo Daoyou wants to eat the main dish, the little girl naturally has to serve it with both hands!"

Lyra's voice became deeper and deeper.

With her hands on the guqin, it was like a butterfly wearing a flower, floating, making people only see the afterimage.

With her speeding performance, her surroundings were quickly surrounded by the melodious piano sound, forming a hard defensive shield.

Cang!

Huo Yunjie slashed out with a sword, but was shocked.

Suddenly, hundreds of sonic sharp blades overlapped and became a spiral-shaped sonic wave spear, taking Huo Yunjie's chest straight.

"Drawing swordsmanship!"

Huo Yunjie returned the sword to its sheath, and then drew the sword in a blink of an eye.

The sharp sword light slashed out, the momentum was like a rainbow, but the spiral-shaped sound wave spear suddenly dispersed, avoided the blow, quickly merged, and pierced Huo Yunjie.

"What an exquisite sound control technique!"

Tianjiao on all sides changed.

Some Tianjiao who had lost to Tianqin said solemnly: "We were all defeated by this blow. All Tianjiao who played against Tianqin could not survive this move."

"Huo Yunjie is in danger!"

Someone whispered.

"Drawing swordsmanship, reincarnation of momentum!"

At this moment, Huo Yunjie's hands were sealed, and the Xueliang sword light that was slashed to the distance turned back, splitting the spiral sound wave spear with lightning speed.

"what!"

"What's this trick?"

Everyone's eyes widened.

Tianqin was also stunned. So far, she has encountered an opponent who can block the spiral sound wave spear for the first time.

"Interesting, it's really interesting!"

Tianqin chuckled and continued to play, and immediately there was a spiral sound wave spear condensed, and he once again slammed Huo Yunjie.

"Is that sword fighting just now?"

"I remember this is exclusive to Senior Sister Mo Ying!"

The disciples of the Misty Sect were whispering.

On the eighth ring.

Mo Ying watched the battle with her arms folded.

The red lips under the black gauze rose slightly.

"What a Huo Yunjie, he has even learned sword fighting, but he is also good at drawing swords, and he uses it very smoothly."

Huo Yunjie learned sword fighting.

However, Mo Ying also learned how to draw swords!

On the sixth ring, the battle was fierce.

Tianqin constantly used the spiral sound wave spear to attack, and Huo Yunjie used the sword fighting technique to control the sharp sword light emitted by the sword drawing technique, and split the spiral sound wave spear many times.

Both sides have reached a deadlock.

"Unlimited sword drawing!"

At this moment, Huo Yunjie decided not to hide anymore.

He kept returning the sword to its sheath, and used the skill of drawing swords.

For a time, dozens of sharp sword lights smashed out, some easily shattered the spiral-shaped sound wave spear, and some chopped on the sonic shield of Lyra, causing it to dent and violently twist until it cracked.

"not good!"

Tianqin's face changed.

If this continues, her sonic shield will no longer hold up.

"The sound is surging!"

In desperation, Tianqin decided to display the latest secret technique. The ten fingers flicked quickly, and the sound of the guqin changed from slow to sharp, forming a wave of sound, which quickly swept out.

This is an all-round attack.

Huo Yunjie can't dodge, but can only resist!

Facing this terrifying blow, Huo Yunjie concentrated on his energy, returned his sword into its sheath, and instantly gathered more than 50% of his body's breath.

Tear it!

There is nothing fancy about this sword light.

It rips apart the sound wave like a rotten wave, splits the sonic shield of Lyra, and glided past her cheeks, cutting off a few strands of hair, and causing the soft veil that was as thin as a cicada's wings to fall.

next moment.

A beautiful face appeared.

"what!"

Tianqin immediately stretched out her hand and blocked the lower half of her face with her wide sleeves, her clear eyes staring at Huo Yunjie.

"What a fierce sword spirit, you won!"

Having said that, she put away the guqin and the table and chairs, while covering her face, she hurried away.

"Isn't it just a face, what is it blocking?"

Huo Yunjie returned the sword into its sheath, whispering.

For a straight man like him, a woman has nothing to do with him whether she is beautiful or ugly.

In his heart, there is only a sword!

"Second brother won!"

"Yun Jie won!"

The disciples of the Misty Sect, Ding Baixue, Lin Yuyan, and others were all cheering and celebrating when they heard that Tianqin had surrendered.

On the sixth ring, Tianqin has defeated dozens of challengers in a row, and is the apex Tianjiao standing on this cultivation base.

However, Huo Yunjie's defeat means that he will hardly have any more opponents.

There is no need to fight for the rest of the time.

Everyone began to focus on the other arenas.

The top of the misty peak.

[Zongmen reputation value (disciple): 45976]

Ye Feng looked at the mission reputation value close to 50,000, touched his chin, and whispered: "Yes, according to this rising trend, it will soon break through 100,000, and it is not very far from the target of 1 million."

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The holy city of the sun.

The Lord of the Demon Temple with his hands on his back ~www.readwn.com~ paced back and forth in place.

"What a misty sect, what a wonderful kingdom, and the Leiwu dynasty are not good things. Since you are holding the battle between the two countries, this seat will give you a big gift!"

"I don't know if the fall of countless arrogances can make you people feel heartbroken?"

He grinned and entered the deepest part of the Demon Temple.

A gloomy and terrifying aura radiated, forming an area of ​​ice and snow around it, and it was shocking that the ice would not melt forever.

However, the Lord of the Demon Temple stepped into it indifferently.

Looking at the imprisoned figure, he grinned.

"Ice Demon, don't play dead for this seat!"

As soon as the sound came out, the entire ice field was shaking.

An ancient violent consciousness slowly recovered.