My brother is a sword

Chapter 19

"The suzerain has already arranged everything." A black shadow knelt on the ground obediently, not daring to look at the person who controlled his life and death.

"Very good." Sect Master Taiyi's face was dark, he never thought that he would use such a method in the end.

It's not that he doesn't believe in his daughter's strength, but that the disciple of Zhennan Mountain Sect is too weird.

He is bound to win this gamble, and he can't tolerate any mistakes.

As for the ungentlemen's behavior, what does it have to do with him? In his current position, everything he does is right, who dares to comment!

"Qingyao, did you convey it?"

"Back to the suzerain, Senior Sister Qingyao said she knew." The black shadow trembled guiltily.

"How could she be so obedient." Sect Master Taiyi said slowly.

Knowing a daughter is like a father.

"Sect Master, spare your life, suzerain master, spare your life." Hei Ying panicked and kept kowtowing to apologize, but he never dared to say what the senior sister said again, even if he had the courage to do so.

"Get up." Sect Master Taiyi didn't force him, he could think of what He Qingyao said, but fortunately, his daughter was not someone who would give in easily.

Strive for the upper reaches of the matter, aside from Zhennanshan, other things are not a concern.

"Which one of the 64 hexagrams is the other promoted Yin-Yang sect disciple?"

"Return to suzerain, this...is not a disciple of hexagram 64." Heiying said.

"No?" Sect Master Taiyi frowned, "There were only fifty disciples participating in the martial arts meeting of the five sects, but there are still disciples who are not 64 hexagrams shortlisted?"

"This..." Heiying didn't know where such a heaven-defying guy appeared.

Yes, against the sky, he was unwilling to be a "pawn" in the end, a terrible guy who killed the "king".

That scene started at the same time as Senior Sister Qingyao's, so not many people paid attention to that scene.

He couldn't quite tell either.

"Forget it, forget it, they are all disciples of Yin Yang Sect anyway."

Suzerain Taiyi waved his hand, he didn't want to get entangled in such meaningless issues, and the black shadow hurriedly backed away when he saw the gesture.

After adjusting his clothes slightly, the Supreme One disappeared.

Because the Wu faction martial arts final is about to begin.

The Zhennan Mountain School has a road to the sky, and the Yin Yang School naturally has a proud training ground.

The Demon Tower of Reincarnation, a treasure left by the ancestors of the Yin-Yang Sect, uses the two ways of Yin and Yang to transform into countless ghosts and spirits, which can completely confuse the real with the fake.

This pagoda has nine floors in total, corresponding to the nine levels of comprehension of Lingdong, Foundation Establishment, Alchemy, Nascent Soul, Clutch, Dongxuan, Distraction, Crossing Tribulation, and True Immortal. All of this is just guesswork, based on the first five floors. As for the strength of spirits and monsters, as for whether there is really a true immortal level behind, everyone has their own opinions, but most people obviously don't believe it.

Can that kind of strong man be illusioned?unimaginable.

Wang Jiu'er was already standing under the demon tower of reincarnation, and he could vaguely hear the cheers of his disciples in the distance.

Several figures suddenly appeared.

Walking in the front was He Qingyao wearing a veil, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, even if she covered her face, she couldn't hide her beauty. The beauty was so deep in her bones that she could attract the attention of others without knowing it.

Followed by the people from Tiansha Xuanji Pavilion, one step slower than He Qingyao, followed by the side, as if He Qingyao's shadow, staring at Wang Jiu'er closely, the person who came was not kind.

Unexpectedly, among the five people, He Qingyao was not the only woman. The one who qualified from Huishan Temple was a nun. What was strange was that her eyes were closed tightly, but she walked like ordinary people, as if she could see. , holding a Buddhist bead, looking indifferent to the world.

When these people all walked to the gate of the pagoda, there was another one who dragged slowly at the end. He was unremarkable and had nothing special about him. What was even more strange was that he was not wearing the clothes of a disciple of the 64 hexagrams.

"What's your name?" He Qingyao frowned and asked. She didn't have any impression of this disciple. It wouldn't be surprising if she just didn't know the name. After all, she couldn't even name the disciples of hexagram 64. The key point was that she had never seen him before. over this disciple.

How did such an unknown disciple break through the siege and advance to the final

"Back to senior sister, my name is Tao Wu, it's normal for senior sister not to know, I'm just an ordinary inner disciple." Tao Wu is self-aware.

"Well, you are an outstanding inner disciple here." He Qingyao nodded, this disciple looks too ordinary, as if you don't remember what he looks like the next moment.

"The poor nun's name is Huiyi, everyone is friendly." The bhikkhuni's attitude was gentle and humble, and everyone tried to save face by nodding or saying a few words.

"Kill Wu." The Tiansha Xuanji Pavilion also uttered two words, and reported himself.

Now only He Qingyao and Wang Jiuer did not introduce, but everyone looked at Wang Jiuer.

Everyone knew He Qingyao's name. As for Wang Jiu'er, although they all knew her name, they only heard about it.

Seeing that Wang Jiu'er didn't intend to speak, others couldn't help but feel that he was putting on a big show, and his cold face kept people away from thousands of miles away.

Wang Jiuer just stood quietly, not very interested in everything around her.

Sophistication has nothing to do with him, he only knows that Wei Min made him win.

He Qingyao took a step forward and walked in front of Wang Jiuer.

The two looked at each other.

He Qingyao's aura has completely changed, and she is holding back her fighting spirit, like a volcano ready to explode, dangerous and hot, while Wang Jiu'er looks down from a high position, like an iceberg that is silent and frightening, full of evil spirits, making people dare not approach.

"Wang Jiuer." He Qingyao read lightly.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes." He Qingyao nodded, with absolute confidence in her whole body, which was accumulated over a long period of victories, "I will definitely win the finals, I don't know what your senior brother is planning, but I will not let him get what he wants .”

Originally, Wang Jiu'er would not respond to such a declaration of war. He didn't care about the hostility of others, he would only defeat them.

"Senior brother wants, I will definitely achieve it." Wang Jiu'er's tone was as firm as iron.

"Then let's wait and see." No one noticed the smile under the white gauze.

He Qingyao felt the taste of challenge for the first time in decades, and she could foresee that she would have a huge harvest in this final.

Let's fight!

Whoever is stronger will know!

"The final of the Wu faction martial arts competition has officially begun!" The serious voice pushed the atmosphere to the highest point, "The reincarnation demon tower is open!"

"Crack"! "Crack"!

The reincarnation demon tower that has been around for many years began to rotate!

And the five figures standing in front of the tower also disappeared.

After the world was spinning, Wang Jiu'er stood on the barren land. A red "one" was engraved on the ground in front of him. This should be the first floor of the Samsara Demon Tower.

Wang Jiuer pulled out the sword, he heard a roar like a tsunami, and a group of things rushed out, it was Manghu!

Reckless tigers, whose cultivation level is not as good as Foundation Establishment, are fierce and arrogant. Their attack targets are not afraid of life and death. Their sharp claws and teeth are their means of attack.

The ground was trembling. This was not a battle that a reckless tiger could have. The rumbling sound of running surprised the disciples who were watching outside!

"My God! What's the situation with this sound!"

"My mother, there must be a hundred tigers here, a hundred!"

"The Reincarnation Demon Tower is really perverted!"

Wang Jiu'er glanced at the group, he was already surrounded by tigers, and with a loud tiger roar, hundreds of reckless tigers rushed towards him in a swarm.

There was a loud bang, and a tearing wind hit.

But for a moment, Manghu was already in sight.

In the foggy mirror, the bird's-eye view can feel this horror even more, and some timid disciples couldn't help but cover their eyes.

The boundless tide of reckless tigers completely covered Wang Jiu'er's figure, as if devouring Wang Jiu'er.

"Senior Brother Ninth!" Some female disciples couldn't help shouting.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The reckless tigers attacking from all directions collided together, and they lost their target in the blink of an eye.

Animals are animals after all, and they are more ferocious than humans, but they don't know how to adapt.

For Wang Jiuer, who was born for war, this single offensive group was full of loopholes for him.

The moment the tigers charged, Wang Jiuer had already leaped high into the air... All this was due to Wang Jiuer's fighting instinct, and his intuition had already made the best choice for him.

There is no fancy sword style.

Blood mist sprayed from the tiger's fragile spine!

A reckless tiger fell down!The injury to the spine made it completely incapacitated, and it twitched on the ground.

It's not dead yet, but only a matter of later.

Either bleed to death, or be trampled to death by other reckless tigers.

For the fierce beasts among the tigers, there is only one move to kill or completely paralyze it, otherwise other attacks will be in vain, because they will fly towards you again in the next moment.

Wang Jiuer is not a merciful person, he strikes fiercely and kills, but because of Wei Min's teaching, he rarely hurt anyone in the previous competitions.

So it didn't give people a strong sense of impact.

But now facing a group of livestock, Wang Jiu'er really let go of his hands and feet, demonstrating the word "slaughter" to the fullest.

Don't care about the severity of the attack, just kill!

kill!This is the nature of the sword.

The disciples outside the foggy mirror were all silent. Wang Jiu'er was not the fastest to kill, and He Qingyao's Lie Yan (raging flames) was obviously faster.

Even the bhikkhuni of Huishan Temple used several Buddhist beads around him at an astonishing speed.

And the poisonous mist of Tiansha Xuanji is more like opportunism. I believe that after a while, the poison will break out, and Shawu will be the one who enters the second floor.

But everyone was looking at the picture of Wang Jiuer, because he was more direct and shocking than everyone else.

This sword cultivator, who had been silent all this time, completely turned into a crazy executioner. Wherever he went, heavy bodies fell down one by one.

Wang Jiu'er didn't need to think about it, even the fallen corpses could be instinctively turned into part of the battlefield by him.

easy!

Time passed by minute by minute.

puff!puff!puff!puff!

With a bang, the last reckless tiger lost the strength to support itself and fell to the barren ground.

Wang Jiuer's body stopped unnaturally.

No more goals.

His mind slowly recovered, and his eyes became much clearer.

Before Wang Jiu'er could wipe off the blood on his face, the scarlet letters on the ground had slowly turned into "貮".

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