"Sword God Palace, Bai Ning."

Wang Jixuan frowned slightly, and couldn't help but feel sweat for this senior sister Bai Ning.

However, the battle situation behind made Wang Jixuan open his eyes.

There was no noise around;

No one on either side made a fuss.

The strong man's eyes locked the senior sister, and the spear in his hand kept trembling, and the universe was squeezed out layer by layer.

The strong man suddenly rushed forward!

As soon as he made a move, he tried his best. The spear burst into countless fires, which seemed to be the anger of the Yu Shen Palace at this moment!

Bai Ning seemed to be in a daze, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and the ice sword in her hand raised upwards.

The next moment, Bai Ning's figure suddenly exploded into clouds and mist, and the mist condensed into shallow shadows, as if performing a complete set of sword techniques.

The strong man rushed over, and his spear triggered thousands of thunder and fire. The world was filled with red lightning. The ends of the lightning fell down wildly, and the shadows of clouds and mists exploded almost at the same time!

But in this red lightning, a beautiful figure floated forward, with long hair flying with the hem of the skirt, and the snow-white skin was not stained with dust. He raised the ice sword casually, handed it forward, and relaxed it.

The ice sword exploded;

The beautiful figure appeared behind the strong man like a ghost. Most of the immortal-level masters present could not even see clearly what was going on.

The broken ice sword turned into thousands of dust. A grain of dust was a little starlight, containing a sword intent. It hit the strong man's body and hit the strong man's back. The strong man's forward rushing momentum became a freeze in the air.

Bai Ning's long fluttering hair fell down;

The strong man shook his body, and countless small blood beads suddenly exploded from his body, and his burly body slowly fell down.

There was a commotion from the Yu Shen Palace, and Huang Langyu and the old men's expressions were very ugly.

Bai Ning let out a light breath, then sneered at the masters of the Yu Shen Palace in front, turned around and returned, and said casually:

"The Emperor's Body Art of the Yushen Palace is just like this. It's not as magical as it is in ancient books. It's a pity that I can't kill it directly. Master insists on pointing it."

The disciples of the Sword God Palace were very calm.

They did not have any doubts about Bai Ning's strength.

Passing by Wang Jixuan, Bai Ning blinked his right eye gently, and the smile at the corner of his mouth felt a little teasing.

"Junior brother, how about it? Is the senior sister's sword technique quite exquisite? Come to the senior sister's room to discuss the sword technique tonight."

Taoist Master Wang waved his hand quickly.

He didn't dare to answer casually.

Jian Wu did not scold Bai Ning, but said calmly: "Who will come to the second game? You can decide for yourself, Nephew Wang will be in the ninth game."

"I'll do it."

A young sword cultivator with a long body and a temperament similar to that of the Nine Spirit Sword Master stood up, wearing a gray robe and a sheathed sword, walked to the formation like a wandering stroll.

The 'Young Talents' on the Yushen Palace suddenly lost their enthusiasm.

Wang Jixuan judged that this young sword cultivator should have already become famous.

Sure enough, Yu Shen Palace actually used Tian Ji's horse racing strategy and sent a Tianxian Realm master at the tail of the crane. This man was like a show and the wolf fox left the field.

The young sword cultivator was obviously a little unhappy.

He looked at the masters of the Yu Shen Palace and said aloud, "Where is Yu Ling? Where is Yu Ji? Where is Yu Shenglin? There are six or seven young geniuses in your Yu Shen Palace. Why are you hiding today?"

The Yushen Palace party did not have any answers.

The young sword cultivator snorted, turned around and returned in the clouds, his face full of displeasure.

In the next six battles, Sword God Palace won five games, and one game was tied by the celestial immortal master sent by the Yu Shen Palace.

Anyone can see that Yu Shen Palace has not done its best;

And the group of "young" sword cultivators in the Sword God Palace did not have any fun at all.

The ninth life-and-death gala came as promised. Wang Jixuan was about to move forward with his hands behind his back, but was stopped by Jian Wu.

"Mr. Nephew, wait."

"Please give me advice."

Jian Wu's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and she smiled:

"We have won seven games. It's better to admit defeat directly in this game. Anyway, our Sword God Palace won."

When Huang Langyu heard this, he immediately shouted: "How can you admit defeat by the life and death raid!"

A group of feather masters shouted in unison: "How can you admit defeat by the life-and-death raid!"

Wang Jixuan shrugged: "Don't worry, Master, my disciple's life is very strong. Although I have just been a disciple for one day, I still have a lot of honors in the master. Even if I sacrifice my life, I cannot let the Sword God Palace be shamed."

"They are working hard and will definitely send out the first master of the younger generation of the Yushen Palace. If they carry a few more treasures, ordinary golden immortals will probably retreat."

"Then the relationship is good."

Wang Jixuan smiled and said:

"If you can take ten moves from the other party, then your disciple will become famous in the world."

"Okay."

Jian Wu's eyes were filled with appreciation, and she gently said with a soft voice: "Go, do whatever you want, don't worry about comforting yourself."

Wang Jixuan bowed and turned around and looked forward.

The black clouds press against the formation, and the giant beasts are in the air.

He is like a candle in front of a tsunami, and the light from this candle has added a little color to the world.

A ray of glow fell from the black clouds, and a man with a burly skeleton and gray wings slowly fell from the glow.

The bird man carried a long bow on his back and a long sword in his hand. His robe was faintly shining with divine light; on a steep hooked nose, the deep eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Yu Shen Palace, Yu Ling."

"Sword God Palace, Wang Zheng."

Yu Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to rush forward.

"Wait!"

Wang Jixuan raised his hand and called for a pause. Yu Ling frowned and looked at the guy, patiently pressing down the treasure in his sleeve.

Yu Ling said, "What are you going to do?"

"There is one thing I have to make clear!"

Wang Jixuan said loudly:

"I just got to be a disciple today. When I challenged my family master, my family master destroyed all my sword skills and asked me to re-edit.

"So, I won't use a sword today!

"This is not because I don't want to use the skills of the Sword God Palace to fight the enemy. It's too hasty and I haven't had time to learn!"

A group of sword cultivators in the Sword God Palace couldn't help but smile.

Jian Wu was also amused by Wang Jixuan and thought to herself that this guy is very interesting.

However, Jianwu and the group of sword cultivators, laughing and laughing, their smiles frozen.

Nothing else, Wang Jixuan took advantage of his speech to take out a stone wall in his sleeve. The wall was shining brightly, and "smart puppets" popped up inside, and mushroom eggs spread across Wang Jixuan's body.

Wang Jixuan retreated rapidly and instantly used the cloud escape technique, hiding in the clouds.

His voice spread everywhere:

"My name is Jixuan, which means cleverness and mystery! Today, I will use cleverness and cleverness to learn the masterpiece of the young generation of the Yushen Palace!
Chapter completed!