"This is it!" Luo Feiyu, who was lowering his head in thought, suddenly raised his head and looked outside the Qingjian Hall.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zangyue asked.

"After I stepped into the realm of Feiyue, the range of Jianmai Jue's perception of the aura on the sword has also expanded a lot. If this sword aura or sword intention is really strong enough, I can detect it from dozens of miles away.

I can sense it." Luo Feiyu muttered: "And the sword intent I just sensed seems to be far away from me..."

The implication is very simple. That is, this sword is very strong.

"Who is so desperate to release the sword energy at this moment? If the people at the ceremony notice it, I'm afraid he will be attacked by a group of people." Liu Zangyue couldn't believe it, "What kind of thing is this?

Sword intent?"

"According to Miss Liu, the meaning of the sword is the artistic conception on the sword. And this artistic conception seems like..." Luo Feiyu hesitated slightly when he said this, and looked at Liu Zangyue.

"What does it look like?" Liu Zangyue noticed the clues and asked.

"Like a willow tree in the spring breeze." Luo Feiyu replied slowly.

"Willows in the wind, is it?" Liu Zangyue subconsciously looked at the edge of Qingjian Pond, and saw Liu Zangfeng sitting there silently watching the ceremony, and couldn't help but frown.

"With such sword intent, the only sword I know in the world is the February Spring Willow." Luo Feiyu suddenly fell into deep thought, "But why do I feel so familiar with this kind of sword intent?"

"Familiar? Have you seen February Chunliu?" Liu Zangyue asked.

"Never." Luo Feiyu shook his head. But before Liu Zangyue asked again, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Another sword energy suddenly shot out halfway!"

On the mountainside of Junshan, Murong Haoyue and Liu Zangfeng exchanged moves, but they couldn't tell the difference. They were separated from each other. Liu Zangfeng, who was extremely proud of himself, couldn't hide his surprise at this moment. Because he had never heard of the world.

There was once a blood-red sword, but it happened that this unknown sword was able to hold its own against his own February Spring Willow.

Liu Zangfeng looked at the bloody sword and asked, "What's its name?"

Murong Haoyue flicked the sword with his left hand, and his expression suddenly became extremely gentle, which was very different from the previous indifference, "Red face."

"Beauty. What a good name." Liu Zangfeng muttered lightly, but there was no hint of admiration in his tone.

Liu Zangfeng didn't say anything else, but suddenly swung the February spring willow. At first, the sword was like a willow branch floating in the spring breeze, but soon there was a strong wind around it, and it was no longer as soft as the previous moment.

Instead, it became more aggressive.

When Murong Haoyue saw this, she put the sword against her chest and muttered something in her mouth, and blood suddenly came out of the sword.

The beauty of the blood sword is naturally not stained with the blood of the beauty, but the blood of the crane. And the white crane in the Heming Valley drank the dew from the clouds, and every ten years as a day, it was refined into pure immortal blood, which is almost as pure as the gate of heaven.

The crane soaring in the clouds above.

The meaning of blood cannot be underestimated.

After a moment, the two of them drew their swords at the same time.

Another misalignment, the two sword energies were dispersed almost at the same time.

"The Wudang Light Qi Sword is a sword technique that can condense Qi into shape." Liu Zangfeng looked at the blood drops remaining on the sword, "You are from Wudang."

"Yes." Murong Haoyue said calmly.

"Wu Dang is a Taoist master in the world, how could he do such a thing as stopping people from returning home?" Liu Zangfeng angrily struck out with his sword.

"Just to repay the favor." Murong Haoyue suddenly threw up the blood sword, and put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together as if he was controlling the sword from a distance.

"Wudang sword control is the best, Yao swordsmanship?" Liu Zangfeng's eyes suddenly showed a little excitement. He was very happy to fight with Murong Haoyue in this way. Because this sword control skill is the most likely to be able to practice the immortal way in Wudang Mountain.

One of the martial arts.

Liu Zangfeng suddenly picked up the February Spring Willow and lightly blocked the Blood Sword Hongyan.

Murong Haoyue was a little surprised that his trump card was blocked so easily. But he did not panic, but slightly increased the force on his two fingers.

With two Yao, one sword!

Liu Zangfeng frowned slightly, but he still couldn't hide the fanaticism in his eyes. Although his hand didn't move at all, the sword was moving like a tide.

Murong Haoyue's face was no longer calm, and she increased her strength.

Transported to Sanyao!

At that time in Jinling, with the help of Su Nansheng's music, he used the three-yao technique to equalize the five-yao technique of Yin Yin who was carrying the Zixiao Thunder Box. At this moment, although he only had one sword, it was far inferior to using the sword box.

It was so unpredictable, but its power was not reduced at all. But even so, he still couldn't break through Liu Zangfeng's sword.

Murong Haoyue gritted his teeth and his right hand began to tremble.

Yao swordsmanship breaks through the fourth Yao at this moment! It’s just an inch away from reaching the sky!

"Okay." Liu Zangfeng shouted loudly, and began to spin his soft sword February Spring Willow, which he called the softest sword in the world. The speed became faster and faster, forming a wild whirlwind.

Murong Haoyue only felt that all the strength of his sword was sucked away by this whirlwind and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The blood sword also deviated from the direction and pierced a big tree behind.

"I don't have time to fight with you anymore." Liu Zangfeng snorted coldly, sheathed his sword and swept towards the mountain.

Murong Haoyue didn't hesitate for a moment. After he calmed down a little, he drew the Hongyan Sword and chased after Liu Zangfeng.

He had an extremely terrifying thought in his mind at this moment. I am afraid that very few people in the world would understand this thought better than the Taoist priest.

In the Qingjian Hall, next to the Qingjian Pond.

Long Tunhai, the young master of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect, bowed slightly, thanked Lin Huaiman for the gift, and walked down the steps carrying three dragon swords that had just been purified by the serum of the scabbards. At the same time, there was also a young man.

Then he took the opportunity and stepped onto the steps.

Lin Huaiman frowned when he saw the person coming, "Xiao Huang, it's you."

Liu Qiuhuang tilted his head and clasped his fists, "Madam."

Lin Huaiman glanced at the Fire Sword on his waist, "Stealing the sword from your father again?"

Liu Qiuhuang's eyes widened and he argued: "For us swordsmen, swords are no more valuable than life. Can a swordsman's affairs be considered stealing? Besides, my father ordered me to come to the stage to purify the sword. How could you do this out of thin air?"

Those who are defiled are innocent!”

Lin Huaiman was already accustomed to Liu Qiuhuang's dandy appearance. He looked up at Liu Pan who was sitting below to watch the ceremony. When he nodded, he turned to Liu Qiuhuang and said, "It seems that I wrongly blamed you."

"Liu Qiuhuang, bring your sword Huo Xiu to the stage to cleanse it." Liu Qiuhuang pulled out the Huo Xiu sword and handed it over, his tone full of impatience.

Lin Huaiman took the Fire Sword, and then her right hand caused the water in the Qingjian Pond to float into the air and condense into a stream of water. She let go of her left hand, causing the Fire Sword to be wrapped in the water flow. Because of the sword, the water began to flow.

A few curls of smoke appeared, like a piece of red-hot charcoal placed in water, and the sword began to glow with a blazing light.

After a while, Lin Huaiman waved his hand again, and the water flow circled the Fire Sword seven times before falling to the ground and turning into steam in an instant.

"It's a pity that after all these years, I still haven't been able to awaken this phoenix." Lin Huaiman shook his head in regret.

Although Lin Huaiman did not know martial arts, he was still superb at controlling the water mixed with the blood of the scabbard, which attracted countless cheers from the audience. In this sword-clearing ceremony, the biggest event was the sword purification, and the second was to watch the master of the Qingjian Hall purify the sword.

. So, even if there are many people who don’t use swords, they will come to feast their eyes on it.

Liu Qiuhuang was disdainful and snatched away the Fire Sword. In his opinion, since he could not revive the phoenix, it was not worth letting him look at it.

Lin Huaiman looked at his back, his tone full of helplessness, "Xiao Huang, please return this sword to your father as soon as possible."

Liu Qiuhuang walked forward slowly, clenching his fists.
Chapter completed!