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The restless Star Fallen Peak ushered in the most exciting moment.

Eight hundred disciples of Jiange carrying long swords came in a row with flames.

The disciples of Jiange in blue shirts were divided into two teams in an orderly manner as soon as they appeared, isolated all the onlookers around Tianchi from hundreds of meters away from the edge of Tianchi.

Immediately afterwards, six Tianchi Sword Staff from the Sword Pavilion and the seven masters who won the qualification to enter Tianchi from the Qingmei Sword Cooking Conference, a total of thirteen proud figures appeared among countless gazes.

Thirteen figures stopped beside the Tianchi Lake.

Directly opposite them, three people walked out of the magnificent Golden Hall, and they were the masters of the three halls in the four gates and three halls of Jiange.

Among the thirteen figures, Luo Changfengyao looked at the three powerful sword pavilions in front of the stone steps outside the Golden Palace Gate through Tianchi. It is roughly estimated that the strength of these three hall masters should have been immersed in the realm of Transformation of Tribulation for a long time.

. Moreover, the sword path belongs to the trait of the word "正", and the ability of combat and survival is much stronger than that of the six-character trait of the academy at the same level.

Luo Changfeng couldn't help but sigh.

If there was no grudge between the two saints of Jiange that could not be eliminated for thousands of years, then under the leadership of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, the two brothers Zhaixingke and Stargazingke, would be unlikely to be able to beat the Emperor Alliance.

Luo Changfeng, who was thinking about this, looked at the white-haired senior brother beside him.

I think that no matter what difficulties, obstacles and difficulties are encountered in the future, I will definitely not meet my senior brothers and fight each other.

They will protect the academy together.

They are all inheritors of the academy and are also guardians of the academy.

"What's wrong?" He noticed Luo Changfeng's gaze that had been staying for a long time, his senior brother Huangfu Yi asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Luo Changfeng withdrew his gaze, looked at the bottomless pit of a huge black sword in front of him, and continued, "I think I'm going to enter Tianchi."

The three masters of Jiange Hall were inevitably polite and congratulated in front of the Golden Palace.

After the remarks that the rain was boiling rain for years and never changed, the master of the sword hall in the center briefly explained the things to pay attention to when entering Tianchi this time.

"Remember the last point."

"There are countless famous swords in Tianchi that have not been owned. After entering Tianchi, you can obtain the swords by your own ability."

"Anyone who comes from the Tianchi Sword, even if the ancient sword weapon that has been sealed by my Jian Pavilion for thousands of years, if you have the strength to obtain it, Jian Pavilion will not fail to follow the rules of sword washing."

The countless practitioners separated by the 800 disciples of the sword-headed sword were surprised and amazed at the confidence and work of the sword-headed.

You should know that after the fall of the Sword Pavilion ancestor in the past, four divine swords were left hanging high in the sky.

The four swords fell to the top of the Star Flying Peak along with the meteor showers flying all over the sky.

Although it is only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and I don’t know where it is.

But once you are qualified to enter Tianchi, you may find a real soldier from countless ancient swords. Even if the probability is so slim that it is a miracle, it is unlimitedly longing for.

Hearing Luo Changfeng here, he was relieved.

He could not guess the saint's thoughts, and he had no way of knowing why the star-gazing guest took these four swords.

But since he entered Tianyong City, he has a vague sense of uneasiness and annoyance in his heart.

After all, it would be a fantasy to take away the four swords left by the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion without any obstruction.

Although the old star-gazing man Yi Xingchuan had already entered the Zhaixing Pavilion, Luo Changfeng and the other two would not be alone in danger. It is possible to hear the attitude and position of Jiange. For him, the burden on his shoulders was a little lighter.

All matters have been explained.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion who had undone swords around Tianchi pulled out the long swords behind them.

The movements were neat and uniform, and the sword wind gusts were striking.

The eight hundred swords point to the starry sky.

It seems that you can hear the shocking and echoing roar of hundreds of swords in the night.

The picture in front of him shocked Luo Changfeng.

I saw the eight hundred disciples waving their swords and dancing under the countless lights.

Fighting the sword and pulling the flowers.

Thousands of majestic sword lights were shot out from Xingyue Peak, and the sword lights raged and swam under the chessboard of the galaxy.

A strong sword intent spread around the top of Xingyue Peak, and those sword intents made people feel cold.

All the practitioners who were separated from Tianchi by the disciples of the Eight Hundred Sword Pavilion retreated one after another, trying to stay away from this sword intent.

"Ning..." The disciples of the Eight Hundred Sword Pavilion shouted in unison.

The hundreds of thousands of amazing sword lights that were storming under the starry sky began to converge, and in an instant it condensed into sword flowers with powerful sword energy.

Thirteen sword flowers of different sizes hovered over the Tianchi Lake, as if they were blooming in the dark blue in the night, so beautiful.

The eight hundred disciples of the Sword Pavilion gathered their swords together.

Then they held swords and held tribute.

A voice shook the sky: "Please enter Tianchi!"

...

The sound of the star falls through the sky.

Thirteen sword flowers of different sizes slowly circling and falling.

Luo Changfeng and his senior brother and others gathered at the head of the sword pavilion, Mu Yun Jiancheng.

Mu Yun Jiancheng stood with his hands behind his back.

The voices of eight hundred junior brothers of the same school echoed in his ears, feeling the sword intent over the thirteen sword flowers, and he felt relaxed and happy when the mountain breeze blew on his face.

The Xingyue Peak under the Galaxy chessboard is quite encouraging and inspiring at this moment.

Muyun Sword City slid its figure and floated onto the sword flower at this moment of excitement.

Behind him, four young sword commanders, including gold, silver, copper and iron, followed closely, and rode on four sword flowers hovering at the entrance of Tianchi.

Then the Liaoyuan sword willow burned the sky and leaped over without saying a word.

The wind blew up Li Luo's empty sleeves, and Li Luo's figure was like a scattered wind. When he appeared again, he was already above the sword flower.

The cry of the demon clan boy Lin'er sounded in the crowd. Huang'er, who was called his sister, showed an innocent smile at the demon clan boy, then waved his fist, raised his foot and stepped onto the sword flower.

A disciple from the Western Buddhist sect pronounced the Buddha's name, and the golden lotus in his hand surged in the wind. With a thought, the lotus grew step by step, and sat on the sword flower in the void like climbing a mountain.

Di Wulei glanced at Senior Brother Xiao Wang beside him, and that glance was complicated.

Wang Xiaoer smiled quite honestly.

Then he reached out to make a request.

Di Wulei shook his sleeves and left in silence.

The thirteen candidates who were qualified to take the Sword Tianchi were now only brothers Luo Changfeng and the younger brother Wang who was unwilling to practice the doctrine of the mean.

Wang Xiaoer doesn't fight.

It is not about not fighting with the world, but about not fighting with others.

Looking at the pair of brothers who were said to be from the Chuanzi Sect on the left, they couldn't help but stayed on Luo Changfeng who had defeated the King Dao Sword for a moment, and then asked him to be courteous.

Luo Changfeng bowed his hand, which was considered a return gift.

He looked at the three sword flowers hovering above Tianchi and frowned slightly.

How could the disciples of Jiange send them to Tianchi so kindly?

Luo Changfeng clearly felt the rich and strong sword intent hidden on the sword flower. The sword intent was obviously the final assessment of the top leaders of the Jiange for the thirteen selected people.

However, when Luo Changfeng saw the eight hundred sword pavilions and watching the show, he realized in his heart that perhaps the so-called final assessment was just a target given to him by the angry sword pavilions.

Because he defeated the king of swordsmanship in the minds of countless disciples of Jiange.

Because he defeated the King's Sword.

Therefore, the disciples of the Eight Hundred Sword Pavilion left strong sword intent on the thirteen sword flowers.

These sword intents may not be worth mentioning to others, but for the senior brother who is blind, it is quite difficult.

Luo Changfeng looked around.

He seemed to see the gloating expressions of all the disciples of Jiange.

All the disciples of Jiange seem to be waiting for them to make a fool of themselves and their senior brother.

He didn't want to support his senior brother and carefully ride on the sword flower hovering in the sky.

Because of this, more contemptuous eyes will fall on the senior brother, and more gossip and humiliate the disciples of the academy who are as famous as Wang Daojian.

Senior brother is proud!

He would not let any dirty words fall on his senior brother, even a careless sarcasm look.

Luo Changfeng will never allow it!

"Please ride the sword flower..."

The disciples of the Eight Hundred Sword Pavilion once again held the sword and held the ceremony.

The sound shook the starry sky.

They want to kill this controversial academy brother!

Luo Changfeng, who felt very humiliated, pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.

He stretched out his hand.

He reached out and grabbed the void.

Under countless sarcastic gazes, two sword flowers hovering above the Tianchi floated slowly and obediently.

Two sword flowers floated to the feet of the two.

Luo Changfeng smiled at the corner of his mouth.

That heart-wrenching voice was circulating under the starry sky.

"Please ride on the sword."

(PS: I'm promised to be the fourth update, don't hit me, I'll cover my face! I'm sorry. I can only use quality assurance...)