Chapter 39 Sword

The heavy rain outside the Longshou Pass gradually stopped, and the wind sprinkled with water foam all over the sky.

Looking at the vast blue sea of clouds outside the mountain gate, Li Xiaohe's mood slowly calmed down, the jade beads on his wrist kept releasing a faint yellow halo, and the anger around his body gradually dissipated.

"Are you all right?" Ning Kun came from afar and stood in front of Long Shouguan with him.

"Hmm." Li Xiaohe answered softly.

Ning Kun thought for a moment and said, "I have known you for a long time, and I also know more or less what you are thinking, but there are some things that can't be forced."

As soon as Ning Kun said this, Li Xiaohe clenched his fists tightly.

"I know you are so stubborn. I just hope you can take it open and don't do anything wrong. There are too many depressed things in your heart, and you should pay more attention to cultivating your mind and don't go into the devil's way all at once. Ning Kun was a little worried.

Li Xiaohe couldn't help but feel cold when he heard Ning Kun's words.

"You can be alone for a while. I won't bother you." After saying that, Ning Kun slowly went to Qiongyu Building.

At this time, the heavy rain has stopped, and only a little foam of water was blown up by the mountain wind, flying all over the sky, and a road Hongqiao was built on the sea under the afterglow of the sunset.

Li Xiaohe slowly came out of the Longshou Pass and came to the cliff by the pine forest. He closed his eyes slightly and felt the damp mountain wind blowing after the rain.

The sound of footsteps in the pine forest for a long time sounded, but Li Er slowly walked out of the forest. She was injured more seriously than in the fight just now. At this time, her face was still very pale, and Lin Mengyao followed her.

When she saw Li Xiaohe on the edge of the cliff, she walked towards her, but Lin Mengyao stopped in the pine forest not far away.

"I knew you would be here." Li'er came to Li Xiaohe's side, and her pale face barely held up a smile.

Li Xiaohe didn't expect Li'er to come. He remembered his performance in front of her, but at this time, he didn't know how to open his mouth. He just clenched his fists white.

Li'er didn't wait for his answer, but continued to say slowly: "When you first went up the mountain, you were not as tall as me. You were just a stupid boy who would only follow me. I didn't expect you to become so powerful in a blink of an eye. I know a lot of things you don't tell me, but I have said that I will always be your senior sister.

When Li Xiaohe heard these words, he turned around and looked at Li'er in front of him.

The green silk on her forehead was stained with water mist, but it was a little wet at this time, and her pale face made Li Xiaohe feel a little distressed.

Li'er saw Li Xiaohe turn around and staring at herself, but she smiled and knocked on Li Xiaohe's forehead and said, "You don't have to worry too much in front of me. I won't care about these today. It's just rained and the mountain is cool. You can go back early and adjust your mentality. I'm still waiting to see your next fight."

After saying that, Li'er turned around and left, leaving Li Xiaohe alone on the high wall of the cliff to look at Li'er, who was gradually moving away. The foam in the sky brushed towards him, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but be wet.

Li Xiaohe's rise is very surprising. Now it has reached the fourth round of "Yunyanhui Sword". There are only six people left, one match a day, three days, and he still stands on the high ring.

The most surprising thing is not that he suddenly rose from obscurity to the top six today, but that Lin Mengyao and Yin Hao had become the top three before they began to fight.

Because the disciple who was supposed to fight with Li Xiaohe today was too seriously injured three days ago, now he has abstained. Li Xiaohe has directly become the top three of this "Yunyan Sword". He is the biggest dark horse, only waiting for the top three ranking battle a few days later.

"You boy is really Hongfu Qitian. You don't have to fight for a long time to advance directly." Ning Kun laughed.

Li Xiaohe was also surprised at this time, and he did not expect that he would become the top three of the "Yunyanhui Sword" so unexpectedly.

Ning Kun saw that he was still distracted, patted him on the shoulder and continued, "I'm going to suffer tomorrow. Do you know who my opponent is?"

"Ah?" Li Xiaohe then turned his head and looked at Ning Kun.

"It's Lin Mengyao, that big iceberg." Ning Kun called bitterly.

Li Xiaohe can't help but be amused by Ning Kun's bitter face at this time. Ning Kun is only eight layers of cultivation now. Although he is stronger than other eight layers of disciples, Lin Mengyao has nine layers of cultivation, and Lin Mengyao has not shown any strength until now. She has always easily defeated his opponents, and Lin Mengyao The sword that has not come out of its sheath is one of the four legendary swords, Xuanling.

This blade magic weapon is extremely important when practitioners compete with each other. A good magic weapon blade can often make people win in times of crisis, and people with the same cultivation can easily win.

This can be seen from the "killing immortal flying knife" of Qionghua faction that an artifact "killing immortal flying knife" can make Qionghua faction the world's first faction and the right dragon head.

It is said that the "killing knife" was passed down from the Honghuang period. It can easily kill opponents with the same cultivation, and even take their head thousands of miles away from opponents whose cultivation are many times higher than themselves. It is extremely mysterious.

On this day, because Li Xiaohe's opponent abstained, he gave up the original motivation, but Li Xiaohe couldn't help but sighing at the people under the stage.

And soon after the second day, the battle between Ning Kun and Lin Mengyao began.

Ning Kun still carried his "dragon stick" and swaggered to the ring. Although he said to Li Xiaohe yesterday that he was very afraid of Lin Mengyao, when he fought today, he was warlike, as if he didn't pay attention to Lin Mengyao.

Ning Kun stepped into the ring and stood the stick to the ground against Lin Mengyao, who was opposite, and smiled, "Sister Lin, hasn't your sword come out of its sheath? Don't be hurt by me."

Lin Mengyao's always cold face snorted coldly: "That depends on your ability."

As soon as Lin Mengyao closed her words, Ning Kun waved the long stick behind him with one hand and rushed up.

Seeing that a strong fighting spirit broke out all over Ning Kun's body, he insisted on attacking him with a long stick, but Lin Mengyao's face did not fluctuate at all.

She still raised her arm so far away, the cold light flashed on her slender fingers, and the ice thorn shot at the oncoming Ning Kun like an arrow from the string.

Ning Kun saw that many ice thorns flew towards him quickly, so he waved the dragon stick and rushed to Lin Mengyao. While dancing the long stick, the ice thorns were constantly cracked by his stick.

Lin Mengyao's ice thorn between her fingers was not half a foot close to Ning Kun, but Ning Kun came to her at this time and swept the long stick with his hands tightly.

Ning Kun's sweep, Lin Mengyao felt a strong wind hitting her, and she jumped to avoid Ning Kun's stick shadow.

Lin Mengyao's leap flew forward, crossed Ning Kun's head and fell behind Ning Kun, and then suddenly condensed a cold ice sword in her hand and waved it to Ning Kun in her hand.

Ning Kun's stick fell empty, and he felt a lot of cold behind him. Knowing that Lin Mengyao was launching an attack behind him, he circled along the body of the long stick that had just swept out. The "Dragon Stick" just intersects with Lin Mengyao's ice sword and made a harsh metal collision sound.

After the strong impact of Ning Kun's dragon stick, the ice sword was not damaged at all. It was taken back by Lin Mengyao and pulled a sword flower, and the cold light continued to attack Ning Kun.

Ning Kun saw Lin Mengyao attack him, but he stabilized his hands with the long stick in his hand and met him.

In this first engagement, Ning Kun's strong vitality has burst out, and every wave of the long stick will bring out a strong wind and a shadow of sticks.

At this time, the battle between the two was even more windy and stick shadows all over the sky, but Lin Mengyao, dressed in blue, danced like a tender leaf. Every time the sword came out, it was a flash of cold light, just hitting Ning Kun's weakness.

In the past, once Ning Kun's stick method was launched, it was often like a big wave in the river, and it was invincible, but today it was obviously suppressed by Lin Mengyao.

Lin Mengyao often interrupts his old power and suddenly breaks it before his new power rises, so that he can't afford to accumulate the unbreakable strength.

Seeing that his stick method would gradually begin to stagnate, and he could not have formed that kind of continuous and strong momentum, Ning Kun finally began to wave the long stick in his hand while exerting Taoism.

Lin Mengyao majored in the water system, and Ning Kun used the earthy Taoism method at this time to cover the water with soil.

When Ning Kun's long stick was waving, the dim yellow dust gradually rose, and the ring under his feet also began to shake.

Lin Mengyao has withstung the shaking of her feet, but her body is a little unstable every time she falls to the ground. Naturally, her sword moves are also inaccurate, and the earth power on the ring is getting stronger and thicker, and she can't condense the earth power as quickly as before.

After the disturbance of Ning Kun's earthen Taoism, Lin Mengyao finally could no longer restrain Ning Kun's stick. Ning Kun's long stick finally danced like a strong wind, connecting with each other and getting stronger and stronger.

"Bang." Lin Mengyao's ice sword in her hand was smashed by Ning Kun's long stick because she could not quickly condense the power of water.

At this time, Ning Kun's accumulated energy had climbed to the highest moment, and at the moment when the ice sword in Lin Mengyao's hand broke, he jumped high with his hands with a stick.

"The trapped dragon!" Ning Kun jumped on top of Lin Mengyao's head and shouted loudly, and then a stick hit the bottom.

With this stick split out, the shadow of the stick in the sky waved to Lin Mengyao below, and soon Lin Mengyao's figure was submerged by the shadow of the stick in the sky. The Taoist stick was like a cage, trapping her in the middle of the ring below, and at this time, the long stick in Ning Kun's hand was about to be cut down.

Everyone under the stage held their breath and stared at Ning Kun, who was about to be cut by a stick, as if everyone was welcoming him with this stick.

At this time, suddenly, in the cage made of the dim yellow stick shadow, a "buzz" sound of the sword, a line of dazzling light flashed, and the shadow of the stick dissipated like foam.

And the long stick in Ning Kun's hand just split down, and there was no harsh collision sound, just a soft sound, and then Ning Kun's stick fell off the tip.

At this time, the shadow of the stick dissipated, and it was only to see that Lin Mengyao's face was still cold. Her long sleeves were flying with the wind. She was holding a long sword high with one hand. The body of the long sword "buzzed" and trembled, and the sword spirit that was swallowed straight to nine days.

Ning Kun's "dragon stick" was damaged, but a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth. He sacrificed the long stick with his own essence. Now the tip of the stick has been cut off by Lin Mengyao, and his mind is naturally damaged.

Lin Mengyao saw Ning Kun's mouthful of blood spewing out, and then took the long sword in her hand back into the scabbard.

Ning Kun struggled to stand up with the long stick and whispered, "I'm not wronged if I can be defeated by the divine sword. Thank you for your mercy."

Ning Kun knew that just now, Lin Mengyao could completely cut off his wandering dragon stick from the middle with the "Xuanling" sword, but Lin Mengyao only cut off a small tip of the stick, which was indeed merciful.

Lin Mengyao heard that he gave up but ignored him, so when everyone under the stage was still addicted to the horror of her sword just now. She has turned around and left with only a touch of blue back.