Indifference is also because of the inheritance of swordsmanship.

In fact, from the moment he heard this air-to-air competition, Baili Yixian knew very well that his disciples were about to lose.

Because, after all, this is Wanjian Jue Sect.

The place where the sword burial is also the forbidden place of the Wanjian Jue Sect.

He and Le'er knew nothing about this place.

After entering, there was no preparation for what you needed to pay attention to and how you needed to communicate with the sword intent of the Sword Burial Place.

When you break into it rashly, everything depends on your own understanding.

The old sword saint's closed disciple must have made complete preparations before entering the place where the sword burial was buried.

Besides, you can also get tips and warnings from the master.

In this world, is there any one who knows the existence of the Sword Burial Land better than the Lord of the Ten Thousand Sword Jue Sect?

Therefore, this competition was unfair from the beginning.

Baili Yixian has long known about this.

But he didn't care.

Because, he knew very well that there was nothing fair in the world.

The old sword saint's closed disciple has an incomparable advantage in this level of identity alone.

If you want to be fair everywhere, there is no need to compete.

Therefore, from the beginning, he was extremely calm and composed.

This battle of remoteness is considered a challenge for Le'er.

"I know, in this competition, your apprentice has occupied the right time, place, and people. It can almost be said that the victory has been decided, but as long as the result does not appear, everything is possible..."

Baili Yixian said coldly, his voice neither fast nor slow.

In my heart, I still have a trace of luck for Le'er.

Perhaps, your disciple can create miracles.

Just like her brother, it will become impossible.

Just as the two were talking, a sudden change occurred in the place where the sword was buried.

The mist condensed by the sword intent suddenly surged like crazy.

Boom boom boom boom...

The sea of ​​fog tumbling and the sword energy is everywhere.

In the sky, white clouds are changing and unpredictable.

In the air, strands of ancient and vicissitudes of sword intent radiated.

Seeing this scene, the old sword saint couldn't help but be shocked.

As the leader of the Wanjian Jue Sect, although the fog isolates the external spiritual perception.

But through various visions, he could still infer what was born in the place where the sword burial was buried.

"Excellent, really amazing, Baili Yixian, you are right, your disciple is indeed amazing..."

The old sword saint said it three times in a row.

The surprise in the eyes could not be concealed.

"I didn't expect that your disciple could pass through many obstacles, reach the deepest point, and stand in front of the grave of the ancestor."

The old sword saint explained patiently, his eyes keeping at the place where the sword burial was buried.

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely powerful sword intent soared into the sky.

The white clouds in the sky collapsed under the impact of the sword intent.

The sword intent condensed but did not disperse, like a peerless divine sharp edge, piercing straight into the sky.
Chapter completed!