"Who is this person?" After the sword-holder entered the venue, someone on Cuiyuntop couldn't help asking.

At the same time, everyone noticed that all the long swords on the stage began to tremble, as if they were in a fierce confrontation with something unknown.

"Famous swords have spirits. They are afraid." A swordsman felt it and said it.

Someone recognized it first, "Zhe Jian? He is Luo Feiyu!"

"Is it the descendant of the evil devil who is unforgivable?"

"How could this little devil be here? It's outrageous!" Someone even drew his sword and pointed it at him, "I will eliminate the harm to the world today!" Although this mouth was so strong, he was afraid of Ling Jianqiu's vast sword energy and hesitated.

Luo Feiyu nodded with satisfaction, "What a good name."

Ling Jianqiu looked at him, and said in a slight manner, "Noble."

Luo Feiyu asked with a smile: "Do you even believe these rumors?"

Ling Jianqiu shook his head, "But if it were you, it's not surprising."

"I didn't expect that after so many years of separation, you still like to joke seriously." Luo Feiyu smiled, "My senior brother."

Senior brother? Everyone in the field was stunned.

As we all know, at the sword sacrifice conference two years ago, a young man went up Junshan with a broken sword, meaning that he was seeking the immortals and was wronged. He claimed to be Mo Jinshu's disciple, and this was even proof of Liu Zangyue, another master of swordsmanship, the sword ancestor.

This young man is naturally Luo Feiyu.

But Luo Feiyu called him, senior brother?

Could it be that the sword ancestor has also accepted a disciple?

"This Mo Jinshu intends to cause the world to stir up storms again. He dares to plot against Gu's head!" Emperor Jingyang took the lead in combing the veins there, and Long Yan couldn't help but be furious.

Kong Wenliang said quietly: "The remaining power is still there."

On the other side.

A white dress fell to the ground and danced with a sword.

The rivers and seas are condensed in light.

After all, Wang Sufeng was still the young master of Lin Guang Hall. He was plagued by family affairs and liked to be funny, but he only had those peerless hidden weapons. The techniques and power of the release must not be as good as the master of the ultimate hidden weapon. Linlin sword sea and the sky butterfly array set up by Bai Chengzhou before, suppressed the hidden weapon in an instant.

The flowers wither and the rainstorm is resting.

Wang Sufeng was directly knocked back to more than 30 steps. The cage birds of all sizes all became quiet at this moment. He looked up at the woman in white with a cold look.

"Thank you, Master Gongsun." Bai Chengzhou breathed lightly, but still couldn't stand firm, and was supported by Chunmu and Qiushui.

"If it weren't for the butterfly formation of the Lord Bai Pavilion, I wouldn't have been able to do these." Gongsun Shilian replied, then looked at Luo Feiyu.

The two swords stalemate.

Ling Jianqiu felt the trembling coming from the hilt of the sword and asked word by word: "Your hand is shaking."

"Sword is the king of all soldiers, the heart, the official of the monarch. The so-called sword heart is the monarch in the sword. Under the sword heart, thousands of swords are in charge. Even the devil in the sword, which is known as the sword killing sword, is afraid." Luo Feiyu was obviously very troubled when he said this.

"Everything in the world will be shaken. But the only two things that cannot be shaken are your heart and the hand holding the sword." Ling Jianqiu actually made a conclusion about the sword in advance, "When your hands start to tremble, it means that you have defeated this sword."

Luo Feiyu smiled bitterly, "Is that right?"

Ling Jianqiu waved the sword.

Although he had deliberately removed most of the sword force, the power of this sword still shook Luo Feiyu and his sword several feet away.

"You have not been in vain for seclusion over the years." Luo Feiyu barely stopped retreating, but was unscathed.

"Luo Feiyu." Gongsun Shilian wanted to step forward, but Luo Feiyu reached out to signal to stop.

Luo Feiyu smiled at her and said, "Don't disturb me from reminiscing about the past."

Ling Jianqiu looked at the "dust" sword in his hand silently, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, "I was looking forward to the meeting between you and me."

Luo Feiyu was stunned, "Hmm?"

"I thought you would definitely use a sword that surprised me enough when you have seen all the world." Ling Jianqiu frowned and said, "But now it seems that you disappoint me."

"Why do I need you to be disappointed in me?" Luo Feiyu looked depressed and dejected. "Even I am disappointed in myself."

Ling Jianqiu was stunned.

"Of course this is impossible!" Luo Feiyu suddenly flashed behind Ling Jianqiu with his sword and swung it down suddenly.

However, it was blocked by the dust sword that Ling Jianqiu took the lead and captured behind him.

"A person who is disappointed with himself will always be with him. I am still so young, and I don't know how many fine wines are waiting for me in the world, and how many friends are watching me behind me." Luo Feiyu said with a smile on his face: "So, how could I be disappointed with myself."

Ling Jianqiu turned his head slightly, "The strong one, don't need friends."

"Are you stupid in that cold and broken place? You said you don't have friends, so how did you turn into a great iceberg beauty to stop me? Did you pinch it with snow?" Luo Feiyu sneered.

"Absurd." Ling Jianqiu trembled his sword and tried to shake Luo Feiyu out.

However, the corners of Luo Feiyu's mouth rose slightly.

He is waiting for this moment.

It was when Ling Jianqiu released his sword energy.

"Senior brother, I have been in the past for a long time, so let you learn the routine of the world." Luo Feiyu raised his clothes, "If you don't have a deep routine, you will easily be beaten and urinate and crawl back to your hometown!"

Ling Jianqiu frowned and said the three words lightly from his mouth.

"Sword Purpose?"

But no matter how he dealt with it, he could not let Chen Jian leave the sword in half.

"You have actually mastered it." Ling Jianqiu looked at Luo Feiyu quietly.

"Sword vein skills, the birds in prison, and the birds return to their nests. The sword energy in the world is like thousands of birds, and they all regard me as their host and use my vein as their nests." Luo Feiyu said proudly: "Senior brother, it's time for your sword energy to return to their nests."

"Occursed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Jianqiu felt that there was a flow of air in his body flowing along the Dust Sword and flowing rapidly into Luo Feiyu's body.

"How can I return to the nest?" Ling Jianqiu pondered for a moment and suddenly said lightly.

Luo Feiyu raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

"This is not yours, so how can I talk about returning to the nest!" Ling Jianqiu suddenly shouted lightly, closed his eyes, raised his fingers, and pointed it on the acupoints at his heart.

Luo Feiyu's heart was shocked.

He clearly felt that the continuous flow in his body disappeared in this moment and was blocked on the dust sword.

Ling Jianqiu awakened the sword heart on the Dust Sword through his heart and stopped the flow of this airflow.

"Interesting." Luo Feiyu also closed his eyes.

Since you call the sword heart with your heart.

Then, I will use my pulse to call the sword pulse!

PS: It's hard to calm down...
Chapter completed!