Chapter 107 Complete Victory

When Long Yi talked with Wang Yong, the seven elders of the seven veins of Xuanyu Sect had gathered together to discuss the affairs of the fifty people. After a long time, it was not expected by Long Yi and Wang Yong. When Zhang Bin returned to the disciples of the seventh vein, his face was very ugly.

In the discussion just now, the seven veins led by Zhang Bin are undoubtedly the most neglected. Among the disciples of the seven veins, it can be said that the strength of each vein is according to the strength of the elders, from strong to weak, and when it comes to Zhang Bin, his strength is the weakest, and the strength of those disciples under his seat is also the most unmatched with other disciples.

It seems difficult to select 50 people from thousands of disciples, but in fact, it is easy to select the 50 most powerful people from them. If you follow this method, the disciples under the command of the elders are enough to occupy more than half.

In fact, it is true in the distribution of the number of people. The elder sent more than 20 disciples as part of the combat strength of the 50 people. No one dares to express any objection, because with the strength of the elder in Xuanyu Sect and the strength of the disciples he selected, there is indeed this. A kind of qualification. Therefore, when it is the turn of other veins, even the disciples of the sixth vein can only get four places, but the combat power of 50 people has been allocated here!

This means that no disciple can be selected from the seven veins under Zhang Bin's command!

This is undoubtedly a great shame for Zhang Bin. Even if he knows very well that neither his own strength nor the strength of his disciples under his command can be compared with other branches, he can't tolerate such a situation. Therefore, he asked his seven-vein disciples with a rare and tough attitude. In the middle, two people must be part of those fifty people!

When Zhang Binfei returned to the front of the disciples of the seven veins, everyone, including Long Yi, did not know what decision the seven elders had made, but Zhang Bin's face was extremely gloomy, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Long Yi, Wang Yong, come out!"

When Long Yi and Wang Yong heard the words, they looked at each other with a little consterment in their eyes, but they did not dare to delay. They drove the flying sword, flew up and flew towards Zhang Bin.

When Zhang Bin approached, the two saluted Zhang Bin, but saw Zhang Bin waving his hand impatiently and said, "You two, compare with the two disciples sent by the six elders. Remember, only win, not defeat, otherwise, you will be expelled from the teacher immediately!"

When Long Yi heard this, he frowned, but then he also understood what Zhang Bin meant. Obviously, it was not so easy for this Bin to win two seats among fifty people. Even if it was only two seats, he needed to decide the winner after competing with other disciples!

This comparison is naturally of great significance to Zhang Bin. If the two disciples he can only win are also defeated in the test, then it can be said that his position in Xuanyuzong will be ridiculed and plummet again!

Feel the fierceness and anxiety in Zhang Bin's words, Long Yi looked calm, but arched his hand in a low voice and said, "Disciple obey!"

Wang Yong seemed to be a little surprised that he was among the disciples selected by Zhang Bin. He was not unhappy with the threat of Zhang Bin. Instead, he laughed and said, "The disciple will definitely live up to the high expectations of the master!"

Zhang Bin nodded and then said, "Come with me."

With that, Zhang Bin took the lead in flying out, flew to the bottom of the mountain peak, and fell into a mountain forest halfway up, and Long Yi and Wang Yong immediately followed and fell to the ground. Soon, he saw the six elders of Xuanyuzong and also fell with two disciples. Obviously, the two disciples were going to compete with Long Yi and Wang Yong for the last two places. People.

Long Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two. He found that one of them was the late cultivation of Jiansheng, and the other was the peak of the late Jiansheng. He turned his head and looked at Wang Yong and found that Wang Yong's face looked a little uncertain. He seemed to find that the strength of the two opponents was not inferior to him.

The peak disciple of the swordsman in the later period took the lead in standing up, obviously to be the first to fight. Zhang Bin looked at Long Yi and Wang Yong, and finally turned his eyes on Wang Yong, as if to let Wang Yong deal with the peak disciple of the sword saint in the later period.

Wang Yong was slightly stunned, and his face looked a little uncomfortable. He understood Zhang Bin's meaning from Zhang Bin's eyes. Zhang Bin just wants him to deal with the stronger disciple, and leave the weaker disciple to Long Yi. In this way, at least Long Yi can have a greater grasp of winning.

Seeing this, Long Yi was a little clear about Zhang Bin's thoughts. He pondered slightly and took the lead before Wang Yong was about to step forward: "Master, disciples go to war."

Zhang Bin and Wang Yong seemed to be a little surprised by Long Yi's decision, and before Zhang Bin could speak, Long Yi arched his hand to Zhang Bin and walked towards the six-vein disciple.

To help Wang Yong cope with the peak disciple of Jiansheng in the later period, it was not that Long Yi wanted to help Wang Yong clear obstacles, but that if Wang Yong was defeated, he would only be the only seventh disciple among the 50 people. In the combat power composed of other six-line disciples, he would definitely appear helpless. It may also be excluded. But if there is Wang Yong as a companion, then there is a response on the battlefield, and more importantly, Wang Yong is not malicious to him, so he doesn't mind being a companion with Wang Yong.

Seeing Long Yi come out, Wang Yong's eyes showed gratitude. Although he did not know Long Yi's true intention, Wang Yong would not foolishly think that Long Yi could not see that the opponent he was going to face was very strong, but he left the relatively weak disciple to himself for Long Yi. Wang Yong had already It's enough to owe Long Yi's heart.

Stopping ten feet away from the peak of the late Jiansheng's six-vein disciple, Long Yi said quietly, "I'm next Long Yi, please give me some advice."

The six-vein disciple frowned slightly, and his expression seemed to be a little gloomy, and said, "In the middle of Jiansheng? Humph, you also deserve to be my opponent?"

The six-vein elder stared at Long Yi and seemed to be a little puzzled why Zhang Bin let a disciple with only the middle of the swordsman to fight with the disciple who had reached the peak of the late Jiansheng. This strength is too different!

The doubt flashed in his heart, and a contemptuous smile appeared in the eyes of the elder of the six veins, and then his expression converged and said lightly, "Time is running out. Let's start now, Zhao Pu, don't let me down!"

Zhao Pu respectfully said yes. Looking at Long Yi again, his eyes were already flashing fiercely. As soon as he raised his hand, there was an extra flying sword in his hand, but it was not his own flying sword!

Looking at the flying sword in Zhao Pu's hand, Long Yi sneered in his heart. From the other party's move, he knew that Zhao Pu did not pay attention to him at all, and this was undoubtedly what he wanted to see most!

The light flashed in front of him, and a silver light flashed out. It was the silver sword, and this silver sword was also Long Yi's original flying sword!

From the day when the silver sword recognized the Lord, this silver sword has followed Long Yi for ten years, but Long Yi has not been able to find a magic power suitable for cultivation for this silver sword, but that does not mean that this silver sword cannot be used for battle!

In fact, in the past ten years, every time Long Yi's cultivation has increased by one point, the power of this silver sword has also increased. Now he is already in the middle of Jianzun, and the power of this silver sword against the enemy is at least at the peak of the late Jiansheng!

Just like the ancient sword spirit Xiaohei, he is just a sword spirit, but his cultivation has reached the level of sword god. According to Xiaohei's feeling, its owner is at least the late sword god!

Therefore, even if it is just a flying sword without any magic power of the sword, it will not be useless. What's more, in the nearly five years under the ground, the kendo magic power that Long Yi learned from the ancient sword spirit Xiaohei is enough for him to display the power of the peak of the sword master in the later period!

Seeing that Long Yi took out his own flying sword, Zhao Pu's face was still only contemptuous, but he seemed to be waiting for Long Yi to take action. It seemed that in his opinion, with his peak cultivation in the late Jiansheng, to deal with a weak person in the late Jiansheng's later period, if he still took the lead, he would have lost his identity!

The silver sword hovered in front of him, and Long Yi pointed forward quite freehandly. The silver sword turned into a light and shadow and suddenly flew to Zhao Pu!

Zhao Pu snorted coldly and stood still. He raised the flying sword in his hand and cut down the silver sword. A sword magic power shot out in the buzzing sound and greeted the silver sword!

The silver sword and the sword light hit each other halfway, making a clear and loud sword sound. The body of the silver sword was also suddenly stagnant, and it seemed that it could not resist the power of the magic power of the sword light. When Zhao Pu saw this, the corners of his mouth smiled coldly, which was more obvious. However, at this time, a scene that shocked him appeared!

The silver sword was bombarded by the sword and light magic power. At first, it seemed that it could not resist the magic power, and the momentum of progress stopped abruptly, but between the lightning and stones, the body of the silver sword actually trembled slightly, and then directly penetrated the magic power and shot at Zhao Pu like lightning!

When Zhao Pu saw this, he looked awe-insed, but he also immediately responded. The flying sword in his hand was raised, and the second sword light magic power fell down. This time, the sword light magic power was even more amazing, which meant to cut off the silver sword!

However, not only Zhao Pu could not predict the power of the silver sword, but also that the cultivation had reached the six-vein elders in the later period of Jian Zun, but he could not predict that the silver sword, this time, directly penetrated the second sword awn and shot at Zhao Pu!

When the silver sword fought against Zhao Pu, what Long Yi did was to control the silver sword with his mind, and the silver sword broke through two sword magic powers in a row. In fact, it was completely the realm of kendo contained in the silver sword itself!

Bang!

The silver sword turned into a streamer, flying over Zhao Pu at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, shooting at the big tree behind him, and the big tree behind Zhao Pu made a loud bang and then broke!

Directly cut the big tree into two pieces, and the silver sword turned the body of the sword and pointed behind Zhao Pu. At this time, Zhao Pu was so shocked that he forgot to move because of the action of the silver sword in the previous moment!

Several people present could see that the silver sword originally pointed to Zhao Pu's heart. At the moment it shot in front of him, it suddenly changed its direction, clung to Zhao Pu's face and flew to the tree behind Zhao Pu. Although Zhao Pu was not injured, everyone could see that Long Yi, as the owner of the silver sword, was actually merciful!

Wang Yong's eyes showed a look of exclamation. Zhang Bin's eyes were full of surprise, and the six-vein elders looked stunned, and then he was angry.

Long Yi glanced at everyone and arched his hand to Zhao Pu, who was already as dull as a wooden chicken, and said, "Brother Zhao, give in."

When Zhao Pu heard the words, his body suddenly trembled, and his face changed greatly. He shouted angrily, "I haven't lost yet. Go on!"

Long Yi stared at him with a smile and raised his hand. The silver sword flew back to him, and then flashed and was directly put into the storage bag by him.

Even if Zhao Pu is unwilling to admit it, the victory or defeat has appeared. Even if Long Yi wants to continue to fight, Zhang Bin will not agree!

Sure enough, Zhang Bin snorted coldly, took a step forward, and said coldly, "Brother Liu, the victory or defeat has been decided. Zhao Pu's skills are not as good as others. Is it possible for the disciples you taught?"

At this time, the six elders' faces were difficult to see the extreme. After listening to Zhang Bin's words, his face was almost gloomy as if he was going to drop the wind and thunder, but he could only look at Long Yi and Zhang Bin coldly, turned to Zhao Pu and shouted in a low voice, "Useless things, it's my painstaking cultivation. Get down!"

When Zhao Pu heard this, his face suddenly turned pale and he wanted to say something, but he still gritted his teeth and retreated behind the six elders.

In the opinion of several people in the field, although Long Yi's victory was much beyond their expectation, it did not make them have too much doubt about Long Yi's strength. After all, Zhao Pu put on a down-enemy attitude from the beginning. His defeat can be attributed to his carelessness.

In any case, Long Yi's victory, in Zhang Bin's opinion, is something he can't imagine. It must go through the strength gap between the two sides, and it is indeed there. Therefore, even if it is incredible that Long Yi can win so easily, in addition to surprise, he does not have too much emotion, let alone to Long Yi at this time. Any suspicion.

"Good! Long Yi, I really didn't misread you, hehe! OK!"

Zhang Bin opened his mouth in a low voice and looked at Long Yi's eyes. He did not hide his appreciation and gratifyingness at all. He seemed to have forgotten what threats he had made to Long Yi and Wang Yong before.

Long Yi did not have any good impression on this weak and hypocritical master, but when he heard Zhang Bin's appreciation, he still smiled and arched his hand, "It's all up to Master Hong Fu!"

Zhang Bin nodded repeatedly, and then looked at Wang Yong with a solemn face and said, "Wang Yong, are you sure to win?"

When Wang Yong heard the words, he was naturally able to understand the deep meaning of Zhang Bin's words. Even if he arched his hand and said in a low voice, "My disciple will live up to the master's trust!"

After saying that, Wang Yong stood up and his face was extremely solemn. Obviously, he attached great importance to this game!

The face of the six-vein elder was still gloomy. He no longer paid attention to Zhao Pu, who was in a trance behind him. He looked at another swordsman's late disciple and said word by word, "If you lose, you know the consequences!"

When the disciple heard the words, his body trembled and looked a little flustered, but he still hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Yes, yes, master!"

Wang Yong narrowed his eyes and looked at the disciple, with a faint smile on his face. Although his age was not much different from that of Long Yi, his experience was very rich, and he also had a lot of insight into people's hearts. At this time, when he saw that his opponent was so uneasy, he was obviously a lack of confidence and unstable mind. Naturally, he is very happy.

Wang Yong pondered slightly and arched his hand, "Wang Yong, this brother, can we start?"

When the disciple heard the words, he seemed to raise his head in a trance and said, "Okay, let's start!"

When the words fell, Wang Yong's breath suddenly changed. The late breath of the swordsman was released unreservedly. In the woods, a strong wind was suddenly rolled up, and the momentum was quite good. At the same time, he moved and approached the disciple without saying a word!

In the middle of the way, Wang Yong had already promoted the body protection and defense prohibition, and there was more flying sword in his hand. At this time, the disciple still seemed to be a little distracted, and Wang Yong completely took the lead!

Seeing this, the six-vein elder looked colder and became colder. He shouted in a low voice, "What are you doing? Do something!"

When the disciple heard the words, his body trembled again, but he seemed to finally come to his senses. He looked at Wang Yong and saw that Wang Yong was less than ten feet away from him. His face changed. He hurriedly sacrificed his own flying sword and bombarded a sword at Wang Yong!

Wang Yong looked calm and even showed a win-win smile. He believed that his opponent's action in a hurry could never pose any threat to him!

And as Wang Yong expected, when the disciple's sword light shot at him, he did not feel any threat, because the sword light magic power could not have any impact on his body's defense prohibition at all!

Bum!

Under the cover of the defense ban, Wang Yong's body directly penetrated the sword light, and then the speed suddenly increased, approaching the disciple more quickly. In an instant, he had come to him and put the flying sword in his hand in front of his neck!

The direct battle of the swordsman is generally won by the magic power of the sword. It is very rare to fight close, but it is even more rare to be approached by the opponent and directly threatened with the sword front. However, at this time, Wang Yong's sword front is really against the disciple's neck!

Judgment on victory or defeat! Moreover, this is a confrontation that makes the six-vein elders feel more humiliated!

In the woods, from the outbreak of the battle to the restoration of calm, it only took three breaths. However, this is a duel between two swordsman late swordsmen of comparable strength, but it ends in this way. How can it not surprise people, but also embarrass the failed party?