As everyone was talking, Nie Yunrui had already flew to the high platform. The next moment his long sword was about to touch the couplet on the horizontal pillar, and a whip shadow appeared without surprise. As the person who guarded the couplet, the coachman of the FAW family took action again.

The long whip flashed with purple light and thrust hard towards Nie Yunrui who was approaching the platform quickly. Seeing that the whip was about to hit him, the long sword pointed forward suddenly shook, and the red light on the blade suddenly surged. The red arc-shaped knife light emitted from the long whip and slashed up against the long whip.

The sword light and the long whip met in the air, without any sound or vibration. The sword light passed through the middle of the whip, and the long whip was cut in two pieces. The coachman's invincible long whip was broken. However, Nie Yunrui only emitted a sword light and did not wave his sword. This shows how well his sword has been practiced.

While the sword light cut off the long whip, Nie Yunrui had already approached the horizontal couplet list above the platform. His long sword was rising and he was about to smash the extremely insulting couplet with one knife, but at this moment, a terrifying pressure suddenly came. Nie Yunrui, who was flying in the air, felt his body sinking, and then he fell straight to the ground.

The old man in brown clothes behind the man in brocade robe on the platform had a trace of disdain in his eyes. No matter how powerful the ant was, he was still an ant. Before his momentum was suppressed, he could only kneel down and bow down. The old man thought proudly in his heart, but the next moment, the old man looked forward and narrowed his eyes suddenly, and the proud look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a strong surprise.

In front of him, the long-haired man who was supposed to fall to the ground did not fall down. When he was halfway through, he stopped falling, and a powerful force burst out from his body. With this force, he rushed straight to the platform.

The long sword pointed straight forward again, and the blade pointed to the young master who was sitting there drinking tea leisurely. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man in brown robe, and he was about to kill him. However, the old man suddenly noticed that the tea cup he was holding was slowly lowered.

Seeing this scene, he knew the young master's habits and did not take action. The old man turned to bow his head, and at the same time released his spiritual sense and kept his full guard. He must protect the young master's safety. He had long felt that several strong spiritual senses were paying attention to this place. What the old man had to do was to guard against the strong in the dark and avoid accidents.

Nie Yunrui pounced on the platform like an eagle, pointed at the long sword in front of the sword, and spitted out a red sword light again. The sword light was sucked and spitted, and he was wrapped in a red light. It seemed that Nie Yunrui and the sword seemed to have turned into a red sword, and the sword sped straight into the brocade-robed young master on the platform.

"The human sword is combined with one, and I didn't expect that Nie Yunrui's sword would have reached this level. It's enough for that young man to drink a pot!"

The Baiyu tribe members in the square were surprised to discuss. Although their cultivation level may not be very high, they have naturally extraordinary experiences on this holy mountain for many years. They recognize Nie Yunrui's sword at a glance that he has reached the realm of human-sword unity. Although they have not yet mastered it, they have already touched the threshold of human-sword unity and have stepped in with one foot.

Once the sword reaches this point, its power will increase several times or even dozens of times. This is why all swordsmen dream of reaching the dream of hard work throughout their lives. However, most swordsmen may not reach it even in their lifetime. The power of this realm is too great. At this moment, the White Jade Clan everyone smiled happily, imagining the scene of this blow breaking the little white face on the platform later.

Besides, on the high platform, facing the majestic man with swords, the young master of Jinbo never looked up. He quietly lowered his head and looked at the teacup and teapot on the table. Seeing the long sword approaching, he did not get up to meet the enemy. The only thing the young master of Jinbo was to stretch out his finger and slowly touch a piece of tea. Then, in everyone's shocked and surprised eyes, he raised his head and looked at the person coming towards him. He flicked his finger and bounced the tea leaves so lightly.

At this time, Nie Yunrui and his sword had reached the air less than five meters away from him. Seeing the terrifying red sword light on the long sword about to penetrate the body of the young master of brocade robe, the White Jade tribe members below the stage had already opened their arms to cheer, but the next moment, everyone was completely stunned by the scene in front of them.

A small, almost invisible green tea leaf flew out from the fingers of the brocade young master, and then the insignificant tea leaf hit Nie Yunrui. The next moment, he was like a sledgehammer and flew backwards with his knife.

Nie Yunrui's body kept retreating, and after landing, he slid back more than ten meters before he could barely stabilize his body. After stopping the retreating force, he shook his whole body and hurriedly touched the ground with a knife to prevent him from falling. Although he was not injured, Nie Yunrui was deeply hit.

He used the highest level of human sword to unite the power, but was defeated so easily by the other party. A piece of tea popped out from two fingers defeated him. This gap made even Nie Yunrui, who had always been fighting and fighting, lose the courage to continue fighting.

He went forward and deliberately looked for humiliation, not to mention that the entire gods represented at this time could not continue. Thinking of this, Nie Yunrui planned to leave. But just as he was about to turn around, an old voice suddenly sounded on the platform.

"Stop, you can leave, leave your knife!"

The person who spoke was the old man in brown service. At this moment, he was looking up at Nie Yunrui under the high platform and said in a calm but unquestionable tone:

"Dare to take action against my young master, either die or leave your weapons!"

"impossible!"

Nie Yunrui's leaving figure suddenly stopped, and he suddenly turned around and looked directly at the master and servant on the high platform. For the people of the Mad Sword Family, the sword is their life. If the sword is there, the sword will die.

The old servant obviously also saw this. He had already seen the importance of this sword to Nie Yunrui, so he planned to destroy the long sword to destroy Nie Yunrui. The three people in the Huachen family were simply to destroy all the young geniuses of the White Jade Clan. This was their purpose.

Not only do we want to destroy the confidence of the Baiyu tribe, but we also have to completely destroy the hopes of their younger generation. It is worthy of being a thousand-year-old family, with a very deep plan.

A cold light flashed in Yu Xiaotian's eyes. After looking at it for so long, he finally saw the conspiracy of the people from the Huachen family. It was indeed a thousand-year-old family. My mother was right. They were indeed targeting the White Jade Gods everywhere.

However, as long as they have themselves here today, their abacus is destined to fail, and it is not necessarily the one who will be destroyed in the end. With a sneer in his heart, Yu Xiaotian took a slow step and slowly walked out of the surprised gazes of people around him. He walked towards the platform step by step.

In the Government Affairs Hall, several cabinet masters and Situ Hall Master were arguing against the newly selected candidates. According to the information from the Qing Lisi, they found young heroes who had reached the level of Emperor Yin within the age of 30.

"Lord of the Palace, do you think which of these people is suitable?"

A cabinet master looked up at the Situ Palace Master, wanting to seek the leader's opinions. However, the Situ Palace Master obviously did not want to speak, so the old man waved his hand and said:

"Anyway, there are only a few little kids, you can just watch it."

"Yes, these people usually look good, but they are far behind the young master of the FAW family. It seems that they will lose whoever they choose, hey!"

"No, how about this person named Wang Dahui? The first-level Seal Emperor is intermediate. Judging from his performance, he is also very beautiful. Maybe he can match..."

"Reported, something happened in the inn. The young master of the FAW family set up a stage, and Wang Dachu played the battle..."

While discussing, a person who reported the matter suddenly came outside the door. The man briefly told the ring, but when he talked about Wang Dahui, he paused and did not continue to say the following words.

"What's the result..."
Chapter completed!