Before the sky was dawn, the outside of the Dead Leaf Pavilion had already been cleared, leaving a large enough venue.

When the small furnace tripod arrived, there were already many disciples gathered here in the Holy Sect. The senior brothers and sisters who were not seen on weekdays gathered here, as if they were looking forward to this battle of the Holy Sect.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

Ning Meng really felt that these senior brothers and sisters seemed to be watching the Holy Son make a fool of himself or be killed directly.

It's no wonder that the Holy Son had crushed too many people before, and he had tortured them by the younger generation or even the previous generation.

This group of people arrived here, rather than preparing to see the final battle, it was to satisfy their secret pleasure.

To see a fallen genius.

Watch a saint who had climbed to the top, completely fall off the cliff, then either fail to recover or just crush him to pieces.

Ning Meng really thought about it, rushed back and got a small medicine box.

The box contained the bleeding-resistance pill, the Yuan Pure, the Qi Recovery Pill, as well as alcohol, bandages, and a Yulu Pill she had treasured.

If he is injured and beaten to death, he can still save him.

if...

He was really injured and could not recover, but it was actually good.

In this way, he will not be as unattainable as he is now.

I don’t need to make a furnace or cauldron anymore, so I took him back to Chaojian Sect, then got married and had a few children.

The faces of the Holy Son after the amnesia and the original Holy Son were constantly overlapping in her mind, forming a very complex emotional impact.

Ning Meng's face turned red, she threw away her random thoughts, and grabbed the action of packing the medicine box in her hand.

When she came back, she looked at the scene and was stunned.

Except for the Elder of Heaven, the other two Wisdom Elders who were in seclusion, the Sacred Heart Elder, actually came out of the way.

The three deacons and elders of the Holy Sect appeared together to watch the battle, which shows that they attached great importance to this battle.

The elder of the Heavenly King still has a hooked nose, deep eyes, wide finger joints of both hands, hidden in the long sleeves of bean green.

Elder Wisdom was wearing a green robe, his eyes were full of superiority. Everyone was foolish, with a curly curl of contempt at the corners of his lips.

Elder Sacred Heart is wearing a long snow-white robe and a holy face. It makes people feel that she is pitying everything she sees and is full of love for mankind.

The elders, indeed, have their own characteristics.

Ning Mengzhen found a forward site and started waiting.

Everyone's eyes looked in the direction of Yunxin Pavilion.

At this time, the sky has turned into ashes.

Looking down at the top of the Blue Sky Mountain, the mountains look like wild beasts about to wake up.

Darkness is no longer pure, and light is about to ignite the sky and the earth.

Everything is at the critical point of stillness and movement.

Clam!

The vibration suddenly sounded.

Pang Jing, who had been sitting in the Kuye Pavilion for three months, had already stood up, slapped the knife box, grabbed the king-slaughtered sword swallowed by the black tiger on both sides, and stepped out in one step, and his body had jumped several feet away, and he stood with his hands on the knife.

And the first golden light finally exploded against the lake.

A young man in a dark suit, with a flamboyant black hair, carrying a knife, stepping on a lonely boat, coming from afar.

The wind is fierce.

He Tathagata went to the feast.

Even though there are many people around, Pang Jing and Xia Ji only have each other in their eyes.

This is the first time Xia Ji saw Pang Jing, and it is also the first time that Pang Jing saw the Holy Son with a strange knife intention.

Time is like stagnation.

The lonely boat cut through the long sky in the water and gently hit the shore with a snap.

Xia Ji got off the boat calmly and walked three steps forward.

The distance of three steps is just right.

This is the dividing line between the two swordsmen.

The strong are like beasts, all with their own fields. Whoever dares to break in will have to bear the anger.

Pang Jing raised his hand, but the King-Slayer knife did not sheath, but pointed at the Xuanyi boy opposite him from afar and said in a deep voice: "After finding this knife, I have never made a knife. The world is so big that the younger generation is just mediocre people in my eyes. If they only need a scabbard to defeat them, they only need a scabbard.

This knife is called King Butcher. You are the king in my heart. If you can't kill you, I can't ascend to the prime minister. I hope you don't let me down."

Xia Ji slowly took off the broad-backed sword from behind and said lightly: "My sword is called the king of Bai Zhan. I just got it three days ago. He could defeat you in the past, and I could do it today."

"he?"

Pang Jing was stunned, then laughed: "Yes, you are unfamiliar with the sword, completely different from him in the past, you are naturally the new you."

The expression changed, and the young man, who was nine feet tall and as tall as a bear, asked again: "You came from afar, do you need another rest?"

He was afraid that his opponent would be poor in spirit and would not be able to exert his strongest power.

Xia Ji said gently: "You are sitting quietly in the Hanye Pavilion for three months waiting for me. Are your hands and feet stiff? Do you need to move your muscles and bones again?"

The two actually met in tit.

And for a moment, the air had already stagnated.

The first ray, the second ray, the third ray... countless golden lights have ignited the world.

The two of them suddenly ran up tacitly at the same time, like two beasts with fangs hidden.

And at a distance of ten feet, the two began to draw their swords at the same time.

Pang Jing's sword pulled an inch, and the blade emitted a brilliance that made the blade frightened.

Xia Ji never drew his sword.

As the palms turned over, the wide-backed knife connected to the scabbard was lifted.

He suddenly settled down, and the crazy and surging air flow made his clothes and hair move all around, like an island standing in a tsunami.

Today is the time to end this appointment.

"Pang Jing!"

The sword light has arrived, and Pang Jing's sword light has an unparalleled domineering spirit, which contains the possibility of cutting off everything.

He could start to scare away six elite disciples with an inch of his sword.

But, so what?

Xia Ji did not draw his sword, and he slashed the entire scabbard into the air.

Sword shadow vs Sword shadow.

Waves of domineering shock waves spread out, as sharp as dull rolling thunder.

boom!

The scabbard of Bai Zhan Dao was shattered in an instant, and was torn into hundreds of pieces by the knife air.

Chiu...

Two cold lights instantly entangled together, and the blade and the blade dragged by, bringing a series of harsh noises and dazzling fire.

Whether Xia Ji or Pang Jing, the slashing method is a big combination. Whether it is a hundred battle swords or a king-slaughter sword, they are all long soldiers in the sword. The two of them are extremely heroic and slashing and killing each other.

Each step is cut, and each cut is mixed with uncast force, causing a strong wind.

Speed ​​is no longer important.

The two of them were like walking, breaking and getting back together, and the frequency of the fight was extremely fast.

This inconsistent impact makes disciples who have never been immersed in the will of swords feel uncomfortable.

Bang.

The two of them fought again and separated at the same time when they had a close relationship.

At the same time, he held the knife with one hand.

The King-Slayer sword is six feet long, and the Hundred Battles sword is four feet long, but the length above the sword is the same.

Pang Jing's eyes were full of fighting spirit and excitement: "I still can't believe that you have gone from the path of the demon sword in the past to the current sword intent of the domineering sword. This made me feel that my blood was boiling. This is the duel between real warriors."

Xia Ji remained silent and let the morning breeze sweep across the blade and his arm.

Pang Jing continued: "At first I was worried that this wouldn't be a good showdown, but I was wrong... I was really wrong."

He laughed so hard that he was puzzled.

Then his smile stopped, and his voice was as deep as a bell: "You are more perfect than in the past, at least in my heart, come on, the saints, politicians and game, merchants discuss wealth, drunkards and wine tasting, literati and scholars, and essaying. You and I, just speak with a knife!"
To be continued...