Everyone looked up and saw two teams of people coming from the sky.

On one side, thick soil is like gold, yellow fir and high crown, which is the majestic sword cultivator guard of the Ximen family.

On one side, the sky is blue and the sea is blue and the face is as cold as ice, but it is the Haitian Sword Sect, which is second only to the Ximen family in the Tianyuan Jianzhou.

The Haitian Sword Sect has less than 100 people coming today, but their eyebrows are full of complacent expressions, as if the Lingjian Peak has become their home court.

Looking at the Ximen family again, the one who came among the people made Lin Yang laugh again.

Isn’t the elder of the Ximen Family, the sage of the Majesty, who floated with a long beard, the Elder of the Saint of the Ximen Family, who supported him in Xuantian City?

Having not seen this Ximen family elder has the same style, and his eyebrows are still full of unruly ambition, just like an ancient sword covered with rust. Although he is in his twilight years, he is upright and unyielding, and his sword energy soars into the sky.

In comparison, the elder Lanyu of the Haitian Sword Sect next to him seemed much more yin.

Although Lan Yu's face was calm at this moment, the cold evil spirits hidden in her pair of fierce vulture eyes. Looking at everything in front of her, she could not see any joy.

Deng Jiugong led the disciples of the Ximen family to welcome the two teams to the viewing platform of Lingjian Peak. Two rows of exquisite sandalwood seats with fragrant spiritual tea were already ready, just waiting for the two most important strong men to sit and watch the ceremony today.

In previous years, the Spirit Sword Material Selection Conference was usually hosted by the elders of the outer sect or the core disciples of the younger generation. This year, two elders of the Saint-level level came to watch the ceremony, which was a rare luxury lineup. The attendance of these two bigwigs made the candidate warriors cheered.

"Everyone!" Deng Jiugong introduced to everyone solemnly: "I am honored to announce here that two elders of the Saint-level level will come to watch the ceremony today, among which Elder Ximen Muye is the Supreme Sword Way with the core of the family. Today, the warriors who performed well will have the opportunity to become Elder Ximen's personal disciples and be able to teach the strongest holy sword way of the Ximen family!"

Wow!!

As soon as he said, he seemed to pour tinder oil on the already excited crowd.

Being able to become a personal disciple of a saint elder is already the supreme glory and shortcut that ordinary people can imagine. For this reason, it is worth using the ultimate skill today to perform well.

bring it on!

Let's get started!!

The people below couldn't wait, and Deng Jiugong was not dragging on it at all. After seeing Ximen Muye and Lan Yu sitting down, he nodded slightly, and waved his hand and issued an order:

"I announce that the Ximen Family Spirit Sword Material Selection Conference, the first round of tests on the first day will start now, and the spirit sword will be released!!"

Crazy.

As soon as the words came, the holy swords that had been suspended in the nine heavens for a moment were like thousands of cheerful hummingbirds, and then they scattered from the air and swept across the entire arena.

In an instant, you seemed to see a huge dark cloud descending from the sky, directly covering the huge martial arts stage. All 20,000 warriors participating in the selection faced the dense spiritual sword puppets from all directions.

Here comes!!

Lin Yang's eyes slightly sternly, and his spiritual power was stimulating.

At the same time, at least four or five spiritual swords of different sizes and lengths were surrounded by him. What is amazing is that after these spiritual swords landed, they had a twist of jingling and twisting, and then their heads and limbs were deep, and they turned into slender puppets half-human size.

This sword will deform!!

This is the first time Lin Yang has seen such a strange spiritual puppet.

"Hey, Team Qin, they will deform!"

Swish!

The moment Lin Yang spoke, the four spiritual sword puppets had already launched a fatal attack on Lin Yang. Each of them had sharp sword lights on their arms and soles. When they swung, they were like four beautiful death lotus flowers. They shone with cold light and thought about Lin Yang sweeping over.

"The flashy and insolent thing has long been abandoned by Zhu Rong Yanjun. What's so surprising about it?"

Team Qin responded coldly, but there was no intention of helping Lin Yang. He silently watched Lin Yang turn over and transform his body into a floating duckweed in the whirlwind of four sword intents, and exquisitely avoided the attacks of the four spiritual puppets.

"Captain Qin! Feixian cannot be used, Lao Fei, can Nantian and others lend me one to use it?"

when!!

Lin Yang flew in the air like a strong sea swallow, and at the same time, he used his hands and feet together, and bounced on the four spiritual puppets with great accuracy, knocking them away, and calling again in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What are you going to do!" Team Qin said coldly: "Didn't you tell me that you cannot expose the power of our sword spirit in public..."

"Of course not me!" Lin Yang smiled faintly, and a light flashed in his eyes: "I just need to prepare for what will happen later... If the Ximen family is not powerful, I have to protect that silly boy's life without worries!"

Swish!

Dangdang!

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

As Lin Yang had just a few thoughts intersected, the sound of gold and iron clashing on the entire martial arts stage had already sounded, and everyone had fallen into the attack of the giant sword tide and began a wonderful performance that seemed to show their magical powers.

Some people were panicked at first when facing the overwhelming attacks. In addition, their lack of strength became a weakling, and they could not hold on for a few rounds and jumped off the ring and directly quit the selection.

Some people are very powerful, just waiting for such a radiant stage, and directly draw out the holy sword that they are preparing to shine in the nine heavens, dance into a sky-shaking dragon, playing happily in the tide of giant swords, and soaring domineeringly.

This is the most direct and cruel method of the Ximen family.

Only true swordsman can survive the attack of the three-wheeled sword tide, and only those genius supreme can face the covetous and attacks of others, suppress the heroes, and persevere until the end.

The first round is just the beginning.

Despite this, in just ten minutes, after the spirit sword puppet that was originally everywhere in the sky was smashed and destroyed, the original 20,000 warriors who were originally elected were eliminated in half, leaving only 10,000 people standing on the ring with different expressions.

Ten minutes, the first round, eliminated ten thousand people.

This spiritual sword is really cruel.

"Everyone rests for ten minutes and prepares to welcome the second round of the spiritual sword tide."

Deng Jiugong's voice sounded, and everyone was relieved. Among the remaining ten thousand people, three or four thousand people fell to the ground panting. Looking at the already messy martial arts field around, smelling the bloody smell that filled the air, his face turned pale and his expression was dull.

They personally witnessed the terrible selection of the Ximen family's spiritual sword material. Although the spirit sword puppets would not cause fatal damage to the warriors, the sword was ruthless, and the tragic level of the scene was beyond their imagination.

No one knows if he can survive the next round.

Only those real strong people can stand proudly on the spot and watch the vast tide of spiritual swords that reappeared in the sky without fear.

Half a mountain, above the platform.

Ximen Muye silently watched the group of warriors below, with a look of indifferent expression on his face, as if he was still a little disappointed.

It seems... there is nothing particularly eye-catching among this group of people...

Except, that blue green!!

Ximen Muye's eyes swept suddenly to a blue figure in the southeast corner of the martial arts stage, and the terrifying sky blue sword behind the figure.

At the feet of that figure, the fragments of the spirit sword were covered with densely packed with pieces, and they were almost buried by the soles of people. In just ten minutes just now, Ximen Muye saw at least a thousand holy swords being shattered in front of the terrifying sky blue sword.

The terrible sword supreme, the terrible holy sword.

This year, the Haitian Sword Sect sent the old ghost Lanyu to take his son to participate in the selection of spiritual sword materials. Which first play did he sing?

While Ximen Muye was thinking, he heard the Lanyu Elder next to him gently pick up the spiritual tea on the table, use the tea cover to pluck the tea leaves, slowly sip the tea soup floating inside, and a sentence came out:

"Ximen Muye, is this the level of your Ximen family's material selection conference? It's really disappointing..."

I'll do it!!

Ximen Muye has never had any good feelings for the Haitian Sword Sect, but he still didn't expect that Lan Yu was so good at chatting. He could just turn the table up in one sentence.

"Lan Yu, can you speak? You can get out of here with your baby son who can't speak. Do you think I'm willing to accompany you here to cool off!"

Ximen Muye has always been a bad temper. He dared to attack Xia Tian when he was in Xuantian City. Not to mention that the other party is an elder of the Haitian Sword Sect, it is easy to criticize you. No matter how dare you be a low-key person, you can hit you directly.

"Hehe... Ximen Muye, your bad temper is really annoying!"

Lan Yu didn't even look back at the spiritual tea in his hand, but the corners of his mouth were filled with cold sneer:

"You want to drive me away? I think you should watch this embarrassing material selection conference in your Ximen family..."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting... I just want to see how the strongest kendo holy land in Jianzhou created a joke-like material selection conference, hahaha!"

Lan Yu's smile was as gloomy as a snake, making people feel uncomfortable.

But on the martial arts stage below, Lin Yang's smile at this moment was as warm as the spring breeze and rain, and he was blooming with infinite affinity towards Feng Ning:

"Hello, brother-in-law... Brother-in-law's sword skills are really admirable..."

Lin Yang's words made Feng Ning stunned, and then he scratched his head embarrassedly. He even learned Murong Bai's move without realizing it.

"Where are there." Feng Ning looked at the young man in blue in front of him, feeling completely unfamiliar. He didn't know what the other party was about, but just nodded politely: "Your Excellency, you can persevere in the first round without any harm, which is also admirable!"

"Haha, I'm just a lucky person. How can I compare to your majesty just now!" Lin Yang smiled and looked at his former younger brother, and suddenly his eyes flashed and turned to the sharp holy sword in Feng Ning's hand:

"This sword is so sharp that it is really good!"

"Haha, this sword was given by a brother below..." Feng Ning looked at the high-level holy sword in his hand, his eyes full of nostalgia for the great man.

"Oh? Then why is there a crack here?"

"Yeah? How is that possible?"

"Look, isn't it here?" Lin Yang gently pinched the long sword in Feng Ning's hand with his fingers, and at the same time, a faint light of inspiration disappeared into the long sword without anyone's notice.

“Where is it?”

"Oh, maybe I was confused when I saw it in the bottom of my eyes. This is really a good sword! Brother is such a blessing..."

“Where…”

"I don't know if I can fight with you in the next round, so we can take care of each other."

"Of course it's OK... I'm here Feng Ning, I don't know what you call me."

Lin Yang looked at the young master in front of him who was already able to stand alone, and smiled slightly: "My name is Lin Yi, please take care of Brother Feng!"

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Sorry, it's really late today...

Ximen was busy all day long and came back to finish writing this chapter at 11 o'clock. However, he still fulfilled his promise to everyone, making the brothers wait for a long time.

The third update will be made tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Compensation will be made for what you owe in the first two days. The subsequent update will basically remain at the third update. Ximen has finished all the work and is about to start working for 17 years. Come on with Ximen!!
Chapter completed!