Chapter 1901 The Nine Evil Refiners

Ye Yun followed Baguio and flew all the way to the first peak of the Ninth Grade Sword Sect.

On the mountainside of the first peak, there was a huge arena, and on the arena stood a young man dressed in black and carrying a sword.

This young man has a slender figure, an evil appearance, a pale face, blood-red eyes, and a sinister sword aura emanating from his body.

"Who will fight with me?"

Xie Jiulian had his hands behind his back, his eyes were arrogant, and he looked at the numerous disciples of the Ninth Grade Sword Sect below the platform. He licked his mouth ferociously and sneered.

Since coming down from the mountain, he has challenged Daozi from all the major swordsmanship sects. He has gone through hundreds of battles, large and small, without losing a single one.

Xie Jiulian's current cultivation level is already at the peak of the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, and he is only half a step away from reaching the ninth level of the Immortal Realm.

Challenges along the way are also for him to seek opportunities for breakthroughs.

There was a commotion under the high platform.

Taoist disciples from all peaks looked at Xie Jiulian, their eyes filled with anger. This man was so arrogant that even in public, he didn't take the Ninth Grade Sword Sect seriously at all.

Although the crowd was excited, most people did not dare to come forward. Everyone is also self-aware.

They are ordinary disciples of the Ninth Grade Sword Sect, so how can they be the opponents of the first disciple of the Ghost Sword Sect?

Currently, only the chief Taoist disciples of each peak are qualified to fight against Xie Jiulian.

"I'll meet you!"

Lin Huo from the sixth peak jumped up and stood on the high platform.

"Send your name!"

Xie Jiulian slowly pulled out his sword, and blew lightly on the blood-red tip of the sword. His expression was extremely arrogant, as if he didn't take Lin Huo seriously at all.

This blood sword of his was extremely sharp, and the sword was actually branded with the patterns of three evil ghosts.

"The sixth peak, forest fire!"

Lin Huo pulled out his sword with a solemn look on his face.

Regarding this Xie Jiu Lian, he has also admired its name for a long time and knows that the opponent is very powerful, but he may not be able to defeat him.

Even if he can't win, he will never give in.

"Lin Huo, this is quite courageous..."

Standing behind the crowd, Ye Yun nodded slightly.

"Lin Huo has not been in the eighth level of the Immortal Realm for a long time. His level is quite different from that of Xie Jiu Lian. He should not be a match."

Baguio said with a worried look.

"It doesn't matter. I still have Senior Sister Baguio..."

Ye Yun chuckled.

"The swordsmanship of the Ghost Sword Sect is really special, and this Xie Jiu Lian is a genius that the Ghost Sword Sect claims to come across once in ten thousand years. Even if I try my best, I may not be able to win."

Baguio said with a serious face.

Seeing that Baguio was so unconfident, Ye Yun sighed: "Then no one in our ninth-grade sword sect can defeat him?"

"Not necessarily."

Baguio thought for a while and said: "Qiao Yuanshan, the chief Taoist disciple of the First Peak, is at the ninth level of the Immortal Realm. He may be able to defeat the evil nine refinements."

"That's good!"

Ye Yun nodded and smiled lightly.

If Jiufeng Daozi's entire army is wiped out, he will appear in person.

Bang bang...

While the two of them were talking, Lin Huo and Xie Jiulian were fighting together.

After Guimingzong's sword technique was unleashed, a tall and powerful ghost's shadow appeared on the high platform. This fierce ghost was holding a big sword and its speed was astonishing. Even the illusory shadow could cause extremely powerful damage.

Xie Jiulian himself turned into a bloody light, flickering in and out of the void in an extremely strange way, like a crazy ghost, constantly attacking Lin Huo.

Lin Huo used the three-light sword technique as soon as he came up. Although it was extremely powerful, he was still defeated by Xie Jiulian's weird attack.

It takes a dozen breaths.

Lin Huo was hit by seven or eight swords, and he fell from the high platform.

Seeing how powerful Xie Jiulian was, the expressions of all the masters of the Ninth Grade Sword Sect became extremely gloomy.

The Ninth Grade Sword Sect already had a bad start in the first battle.

"This evil nine refinements are difficult to deal with..."

In the main hall of the sect leader, Feng Yi was also watching the fight, with a serious look on his pretty face.

As the leader of the Ninth Grade Sword Sect, she naturally did not want her disciples to be defeated one by one by Xie Jiulian.

But after seeing Xie Jiulian's kendo strength just now, she was a little worried now. Even if Qiao Yuanshan took action, he might not be able to defeat Xie Jiulian.

"Lin Huo, you are such a waste. The first time you went into battle you were beaten like this..."

Lin Huo was supported by a Daozi from the Sixth Peak. As soon as he stabilized his body, a mocking laugh came from his ears.

"Huo Dongyang, go ahead if you have the guts!"

Lin Huo said angrily.

"You and I are equally powerful, so if you challenge Xie Jiu Lian, aren't you asking for trouble?"

Huo Dongyang crossed his arms and laughed evilly.

"You don't even have seeds, so stop farting here!"

Lin Huo cursed.

Huo Dongyang was not angry at all, he just smiled and said: "You were injured by the Ghost Sword Technique. It must have taken five or six years to recover. It will be difficult for you to catch up with me after you are healed!"

"..."

Seeing Huo Dongyang being so shameless, Lin Huo was so angry that his blood surged all over his body and he actually fainted.

There was a commotion all around, and many Taoists looked at Huo Dongyang with indignant eyes.

This Huo Dong Yangyang is the chief Taoist disciple of the Ninth Peak after all, but he is as timid as a mouse and his mind is even narrower.

On the high platform.

Xie Jiulian saw the internal strife between the two chief Taoists of the Ninth Grade Sword Sect, and his face became even more teasing.

"Haha, the ninth-grade sword sects are all a bunch of cowards..."

Xie Jiulian laughed.

In the distance, Baguio stamped her foot fiercely and spat fiercely: "This Huo Dongyang has gone too far. He has really embarrassed our Ninth Grade Sword Sect!"

"yes."

Ye Yun was thoughtful and flicked his fingers lightly.

An invisible force suddenly surged behind Huo Dongyang, like a strong wind lifting him to a high platform.

"Damn it, who plotted against me? How did you send me to the stage?"

After standing on the ring, Huo Dongyang panicked and couldn't help but cursed.

"Ha ha……"

Under the high stage, many people laughed out loud.

No matter who made the move, letting Huo Dongyang make a fool of himself on the stage was a relief for everyone.

"Your name is Huo Dongyang, right?"

Xie Jiulian suddenly appeared in front of Huo Dongyang, shaking the sword in his hand with a cruel smile on his face.

"Xie Jiulian, my strength is about the same as that of Lin Huo, so I am no match for you. I have this self-awareness..."

Huo Dongyang stepped back and waved his hand at Xie Jiulian.

"Now that you're on stage, you have to go through two tricks, right?"

Xie Jiulian ignored Huo Dongyang's show of weakness and attacked directly.

Swish... The ghost's shadow surrounded Huo Dongyang from all sides. Pieces of blood-red sword light flickered and attacked.

Huo Dongyang hurriedly fought, and after only supporting a few rounds, he was struck by several swords and fell off the stage.

"Vulnerable!"

Xie Jiulian put away his sword, looked at the injured Huo Dongyang, and sneered.

This time he entered the Ninth-Rank Sword Sect challenge alone, so he naturally had some discretion in his attacks. He would only cause some damage to the opponent, but would never seriously injure him, let alone take his life.

After all, he is still only an eighth-level monk in the Immortal Realm, and he is far from being able to offend the powerful Immortal Kings of the Ninth-Rank Sword Sect.

"Master Huo, your son has brought glory to our ninth-grade sword sect!"

In the main hall of the sect leader, Feng Yi said in an indifferent voice towards the direction of the Ninth Peak.

"Sect Master, I am not strict in discipline..."

The peak master of the ninth peak, Huo Xinghe, sighed softly, stretched out his big hand, and caught Huo Dongyang back in the air.

"You're such a treacherous son, you've made me lose face and locked you up for a hundred years!"

Bang bang...

After slapping Huo Dongyang several times, an angry Huo Xinghe threw his son into an ancient pagoda and sealed it heavily.