The Qingyun Pavilion Challenge continues.

The deacon of the Yudaomen announced, "According to the rules, the first layer challenge of Qingyun Pavilion has passed, and the second layer challenge has begun. ”

Glancing at the people opposite, he continued: "In order of ranking, the challenger to the second layer of Qingyun Pavilion is Yao Jun from the Yudao Sect. And the pavilion keeper on the second floor is Bai Liqing, the peak master of the Purple Feather Peak of the Feather Gate. ”

On the square, the crowd watching the game suddenly became lively.

"It's a contest between the disciples of the Yudao Sect, and it's a highlight. ”

"Yaojun is one of the deputy peak masters of White Feather Peak, and he is also quite powerful. ”

"Baili Qing, it is said that this peak master is the youngest of the seven peaks of the Yudaomen, and he is also a peerless genius. ”

The black demon dragon squatting on Xu Yang's shoulder said, "Master, your good friend Miss Yaojun is about to appear." ”

Xu Yang ignored the scales and looked at Yaojun not far away.

The two looked at each other and nodded to each other.

Xu Yang said, "Yaojun, be careful. ”

Yaojun responded: "Xu Yang, I will definitely pass the test of the second layer of Qingyun Pavilion, so as to obtain the qualification to enter the palace realm space, and fight side by side with you." ”

Xu Yang looked at Yaojun's back as he calmly entered the gate of Qingyun Pavilion, his expression focused.

The demon dragon scales stretched out a dragon toe and flicked Xu Yang's shoulder, and said, "Master, your eyeballs are about to fall out, you are a heavy color and light friend." Don't worry, Yaojun, this little girl will definitely pass. ”

Xu Yang turned his head and said, "How do you know?"

Demon Dragon Stygian explained: "Look at the look in her eyes just now, it was a serious look, and this is how I look every time I fight seriously. ”

Xu Yang said: "Serious people are the most beautiful. ”

Stygian grimaced and said playfully, "Sour, my dragon teeth are soft." ”

Zhan Yunfei, who is also a disciple of the Feather Dao Sect, who has not yet appeared, whispered to himself: "The two of them are both disciples of the Feather Dao Sect, and they are very familiar with each other. In terms of cultivation in terms of light, they are all at the first level of the Daoming Realm, and the merits of the two people have their own characteristics, and it is really hard to say who wins and who loses. ”

......

The psychic stone mirror reflected the situation on the second floor of Qingyun Pavilion.

There is almost no difference between the venue on the second and first floors, and it is still a behemoth martial arts arena.

On the martial arts arena, there were two beautiful women standing face to face.

The one on the left, with fine eyebrows, dignified appearance, slender posture, outstanding temperament, and white clothes.

The one on the right, with apricot eyes and eyebrows, does not apply powder, but has natural pink blush lips, and wears a light red skirt outside his small body.

The white-clothed Yaojun said: "Senior Sister Bailiqing, I have come to challenge, please advise." ”

The red-clothed Baili Qing said: "Senior Sister Yaojun, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your cultivation has also advanced to the Daoming Realm." Congratulations, congratulations. However, it is my duty to protect Qingyun Pavilion, and I will be very serious about the next competition between us. ”

Bai Liqing's actual age is also thirty years old, but he has a good look at his appearance, and he looks only fifteen or sixteen years old. And her personality is cheerful like a girl, and her usual dress is also quite cute, and she is nicknamed "Little Girl Peak Master" by a group of Yudaomen disciples in private.

Baiyi Yaojun said seriously: "I just need to insist on being undefeated for a stick of incense, I believe I can do it." ”

When—

With the sound of a bell, the incense burner in the chronograph incense burner on the edge of the venue was lit.

The white-clothed Yaojun raised one hand, and thirty white feathers flew out of the cuffs of the jade sleeves.

The feather flew into her hand on the snow, and in a flash of inspiration, it turned into a three-foot Confucian sword. The surface of the sword body is engraved with the pattern of flying feathers, which is her flying feather sword.

The sword has not yet come out, and it has caused a belt of flying snow, which is the flying snow sword domain.

She's a sword cultivator!

The red-clothed Baili Qing on the opposite side moved almost at the same time.

Its red sleeves are rolled, and a cluster of light red petals floats out dexterously, and red flying flowers fall on its jade hand, as if the petals are red butterflies, and the jade hand is the fragrance of flowers.

The flying flowers swirled, the aura flashed, and a wooden sword with a simple style and purple red color was conjured.

The sword has not yet come out, and it has led to the fragrance of flowers for a day, which is the sword domain of flowers.

She's also a sword cultivator!

The white-clothed Yaojun looked at him, and did not make a move immediately, but held the sword in his right hand, and quickly formed a magic seal with one hand in his left hand, and then lightly touched his nose.

A sigil rune flickered into the skin of her nose, and the power of the sigil sealed her snort.

red

Yi Baili Qing said: "Senior Sister Yaojun, you are still so smart. ”

The white-clothed Yaojun said: "Senior Sister Bailiqing, your Mu Lan Sword is a strange treasure, and the fragrance emitted from it can make people fall asleep, I don't want to be tricked." ”

The red-clothed Baili Qing said: "Senior Sister Yaojun is known for being good at manipulating sword formations, and I also have to be careful." The Flying Feather Sword in your hand is not so much a sword as a sword array with eighteen split swords. ”

is also a disciple of the Yudao Sect, and she and she are familiar with each other.

"It's coming. The two said in unison.

Yaojun in white clothes, flying snow on the tips of his toes, white feathers riding white snow, and white feathers sword out.

The red clothes are clear, the soles of the feet are flying flowers, the red sleeves are teasing the red flowers, and Mu Lan's sword comes out.

Jingle bell, ding bell bell.

The sword qi cut, and the voice was as rapid as rain.

For a while, white clothes and white snow, red shirts and red flowers, you come and go, your body is beautiful, and it confuses people's eyes.

While!

A sonorous sound!

The two swords slammed hard, splashing ten zhang flying snow and ten zhang red flowers, and the sword domain was side by side, and they were equal.

The figures suddenly separated, and the two beautiful women each pointed at each other with the tip of the Confucian sword in their hands, and smiled at the same time.

It's like two flowers competing for beauty, and it smells the world.

......

In the square, there was silence.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the image in the psychic stone mirror, and the competition between sword cultivators could be so beautiful that it made people drunk.

Yaojun and Bailiqing's cultivation is both Daoming Realm and sword cultivation. In addition, the two are familiar with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser for a while.

The competition continued, and in a blink of an eye, half a stick of incense had passed.

The white-clothed Yaojun said: "Senior Sister Bailiqing, take out your hole cards." Otherwise, when the time comes, I'll pass the test. ”

The red-clothed Baili Qing said: "It's okay, you and I will play our own hole cards to end this competition." ”

The two bodies are separated, and each of them retreats ten feet away.

Gather momentum separately.

The white-clothed Yaojun's soul power urged, and circles of snow-white soul power ripples spread out from under his feet. Everywhere he passed, the snow flew in the sky, as if it was a powerful soul domain that only Daoming Realm cultivators could control.

With the blessing of the soul domain, the white-clothed Yaojun threw the flying feather sword in his hand into the air.

"Split the sword!"

The white-feathered sword in mid-air let out a crane's cry, and it instantly turned into thirty-six short swords.

"Sword Formation!"

Thirty-six short swords were arranged in a array, and above the sword array, the law of a hundred zhang white cranes was instantly conjured.

Buzz! Buzz!

Thirty-six white-feathered swords hummed continuously, rolling up a behemoth sword intent.

At the same time, in the mood of the white-clothed Yaojun, the sky was already full of snow.

The sword array was launched, and thirty-six white-feathered swords formed the shape of crane wings, and the shadow of the crane rode against the sky against the wind and snow.

"Slash the snow!"

Sword Domain - Flying Snow!

Sword Intent - Crane Wing!

Sword Formation - Thirty-six White Feather Swords Array!

Sword Move - Slash Flying Snow!

The four fit perfectly, the wind and snow were pulled by the wings of the sword array, tearing open the curtain of the day's snow, and the power of the sword array flew down with a ray of sunlight.

At the same time that the white-clothed Yaojun launched the extreme sword formation, the red-clothed Baili Qing also made a move.

The red-clothed Baili Qing urged the soul power, and the circle of red soul power fluctuations under his feet spread out. Everywhere he passed, the red flowers paved the ground, and the powerful soul power of the Daoming Realm monks was undoubtedly revealed.

Without stopping for a moment, Bai Liqing threw out the Mu Lan sword in his hand.

Mu Lan's sword swirled, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into the size of a zhangxu. The body of the sword buzzed and trembled, and a huge light red epiphany appeared on the surface.

"Blossoms!"

As the petals of the epiphany phase stretched outward one by one, the power of the sword domain became more and more powerful, and the fragrance was permeated.

Waiting for the epiphany to bloom.

"Sword Dance!"

The sword qi was abrupt, and the dance of the epiphany was like a violent wind.

"Kendo - Sword Falling Epiphany!"

Suddenly, the shadow of the sword slashed down abruptly, raising the shadow of a day's epiphany.

But seeing the pinnacle sword moves of the two colliding together in the air.

For a time, the snow rolled and burst, the flower shadows exploded, the heavens and the earth thundered and roared, and the wind swept across a hundred miles.

After a long time, the power of their sword moves was exhausted by each other, leaving only a messy void.

White, red, almost at the same time beckoned, each

The sword of the Confucian was in his hand.

There was no pause.

White-clothed, red-clothed, the same sword in his right hand, the same soles of his feet against the wind, and the same tip of the sword stabbed towards each other.

She and she have to decide the winner.

She and she are both beautiful and serious women.

Poof!

The two of them rushed forward abruptly, and the tips of their Confucian swords stabbed each other's left shoulders.

The tip of the sword pierced through their shirts, and bright red flowers bloomed on their shoulders.

......

on the square.

The crowd, which had been silent, exclaimed at the same time.

"Ouch, hey—"

"Good fellow—"

It was as if the pair of swords stabbed on the shoulders of every viewer, which made people's hearts startled.

"They both stabbed each other. ”

"They didn't move. ”

"Who won the hell. ”

"I can't see through it. ”

"But it's good-looking. ”

"Good looking. ”

"Good. ”

......

The second floor of Qingyun Pavilion.

The white clothes and the red clothes were motionless, and the tips of the Confucian swords in their hands were left in the flesh of each other's shoulders.

"Senior Sister Yaojun, you have been hit by my Mu Lan sword, and the power of the flower fragrance on the sword has penetrated into your blood, and you can't move it at this moment. "Redcoat Road.

"Senior Sister Bailiqing, you have also been hit by my Flying Feather Sword, and the frozen power on the sword should also be melted into your meridians, and you can't move at this moment. Bai Yi said.

"Which of us will win?" said in unison.

On the surface, the two are in a casual conversation. Secretly, both of them were urging the Haoran Heavenly Veins in their bodies to relieve the state of restraint in their bodies.

Yaojun, like Baili Qing, has the Haoran Heavenly Vein in his body, but compared to the Haoran Heavenly Vein grade of Zhan Yunfei, it is still a big grade.

In other words, whoever of the two can get rid of the restraint of the gong body first will be able to gain the power of action in advance, so as to win this competition.

For the white-clothed Yaojun, victory is what she wants, and she wants to go to the palace realm space with Xu Yang to fight side by side.

For the red-clothed Baili Qing, as the guardian of the second layer of Qingyun Pavilion and the peak master of Purple Feather Peak, she has a pride and honor, and she doesn't want to lose.

At this moment, the Haoran Heavenly Vein in Yaojun's body spit out the power of five colors of Haoran, washing the power of a "flower fragrance" brought by Mu Lanjian's imprisoning power that invaded his body.

However, the Haoran Heavenly Vein in Baili Qing's body is spitting out the power of six colors, which is cleansing the power of "Flying Snow and Ice" that invades the meridians.

Time, breathing in and out of the past.

Nervous, nervous, nervous.

At this moment, the tip of the finger holding the hilt of the sword in the red-clothed Baili Qing moved.

The white-clothed Yaojun immediately saw the subtle changes in the other party's fingers, her heart was cold, she simply closed her eyes, and said in her heart: "I lost, she released the confinement of the Gong Body before me, and her soul power and the grade of the Haoran Heavenly Vein are slightly higher than mine." ”

To the surprise of the white-clothed Yaojun, the other party never moved.

When—

The sound of a bell sounded, and the incense burned in the incense burner had been burned out, and the time had come.

The white-clothed Yaojun opened his eyes, and his body was free again.

Both of them withdrew their swords at the same time.

"Thank you, senior sister, for your success. The white-clothed Yaojun said.

"I've done my best, and my sister's performance deserves a win. "The red-clothed Baili Qingdao.

Both had minor sword wounds, only skin wounds.

The white-clothed Yaojun put away his sword and left with his fists clenched.

The red-clothed Baili Qing looked at the back of the white-clothed Yaojun leaving Qingyun Pavilion, smiled slightly, and whispered to himself: "Lord Qiong Huajun, the peak master of Baiyu Peak, when this Qingyun Pavilion trial is over, you invite me to your Baiyu Peak for tea, I will go on time." ”

......

The deacon of the Yudaomen announced loudly: "Yaojun of the Yudaomen, who has passed the assessment of the second layer of the Qingyun Pavilion, has obtained the qualification to participate in the trial of the first hall of the scholarly sect. ”

The crowd was filled with cheers.

"Wonderful. ”

"Good looking. ”

"People are beautiful. ”

"Swords are beautiful, too. ”

Xu Yang, who had been watching the competition, couldn't help but sigh.

Squatting on Xu Yang's shoulder, the dark scales said loudly: "It is worthy of my master's good looks, fight and never say die." ”