"How is that possible?!"

Ding Yuan's heart trembled, staring at each of Yang Qingxuan's swords, looking at them carefully, for fear of missing a single bit. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

These ten big characters were waved for ten days, and as the last sword ended, Yang Qingxuan stood with his hands in his hands and let out a long sigh again.

After that, he stood there quietly, full of melancholy.

"What are you sighing about?"

Ding Yuan finally couldn't help it, came out of the void, and flew down in front of the jade platform.

Yang Qingxuan sighed: "I can't master this sword scripture, I have comprehended it for almost three months, and it is only at the current level, and there are fewer and fewer things that can be comprehended, and it is difficult to improve it again." ”

Ding Yuan spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and boundless anger erupted from his eyes, and he couldn't wait to look at him with a sword!

It took him nearly thirty years to realize this level, it only took him three months, and he was still not satisfied, and he had the heart to kill!

He flicked his sleeves and shouted, "Look at the sword!"

A shining sword fell into his hand and stabbed it.

Yang Qingxuan was startled, his pupils dilated suddenly, and the sword move that Ding Yuan displayed contained that domineering sword intent, knowing that he was taking the school by himself, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and the sword of victory over evil came out in an instant and greeted him.

"Bang!"

The two swords shook, and the same sword intent spread between the two of them, bursting out in all directions.

Ding Yuan suppressed his strength in the early stage of Zhenwu, and it was evenly divided under this sword.

Both of them changed their faces, one was happy and one angry, and they flew away, and once again used their sword tricks to meet them.

"Bang!

After a few moves, the terrifying sword intent rippled in circles, appearing all around.

The jade platform, the rubbing paper, and even the barren stone were all under the hands of the two, and gradually disappeared and returned to the bamboo forest.

The chaotic sword flew and slashed, a large piece of bamboo was cut off, and the bamboo leaves were swept into the sky by the sword qi, and then turned into leaf rain, which was sprinkled down.

Yang Qingxuan's swordsmanship was extremely fast, stabbing straight at Ding Yuan's eyebrows, but halfway through, he suddenly turned around and slashed towards his left shoulder.

Ding Yuan shouted: "It's a good time!"

With a slight shake of his body, he dodged the sword momentum, and then stabbed back a few times, one sword faster than the other.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to greet him, and took a few steps back before he dissolved the sword move.

When Ding Yuan gained the upper hand, he refused to let go, and rushed forward, the big strings of sword intent were noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings were cut like whispers, both fast and slow, making people unable to figure out.

Yang Qingxuan was frightened, so he could only fight fast and cooperate with the sword step method, and barely coping with it.

If Ding Yuan suppressed him with the power of the original martial realm, it would naturally be normal to be defeated, but at this moment, Ding Yuan also suppressed his cultivation in the early stage of true martial arts, and he could still gain the upper hand, which made Yang Qingxuan unconvinced.

"A little heroic spirit, a thousand miles of fast wind!"

As soon as the sword of victory and evil shook, a sword flower swayed, turning into ripples and scattering, and there was a wailing sound on the sword, disturbing people's heartstrings.

"Good!"

Ding Yuan praised loudly, it was also a sword swing, opening and closing, and slashing down vertically in the air!

"Bang!"

The sword light stirred, turning into a sword wind and four winds, blowing the robes of the two people up and down.

Ding Yuan's sword was relatively wide, and when he pressed it violently, his true qi exploded, and Yang Qingxuan, who was pressed, took a few steps back.

Just when the two were fighting, two people quietly appeared in the sky, Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng, both looking at the battle below with shocked eyes.

"How is it possible? Yang Qingxuan is only slightly weaker than the disadvantage, this, this ......"

Qing Buli was stunned, speechless for a long time.

Lu Jiangpeng was full of brilliance in his eyes, and said in shock: "It's terrifying, under the same cultivation, facing the number one swordsman of the Northern Five Kingdoms, he can fight hundreds of moves undefeated." ”

Qing Buli said in a condensed voice: "Ding Yuan's sword intent is still stronger than Yang Qingxuan's, but this ...... , this is too absurd, how can Yang Qingxuan's sword intent be so strong?"

"Genius, this is genius!"

Lu Jiangpeng said excitedly: "It's only been three months, and I have mastered the sword intent that Ding Yuan can only master in thirty years!"

Yang Qingxuan and Ding Yuan had already fought to a fever pitch, most of the vast bamboo forest had been destroyed, and all around were full of sword qi, and the figures of the two of them were fighting faster and faster.

Every time Ding Yuan went down, it was like a number of swords coming out together, and the speed was suffocating.

Yang Qingxuan was overwhelmed, only to feel that there were sword shadows all around, all the time, every sword shrouded the key points on his body, he could only keep swinging the sword to resist, and at the same time dodge with footwork, as long as he was careless, he might be injured under the sword.

The two fought thousands of moves, Ding Yuan's advantage continued to expand, Yang Qingxuan fell into a disadvantage, feeling tired, only defense was left, and there was no power to fight back at all.

At this moment, the sun has set in the west, the moon is on the horizon, and the sky above the head has turned dark blue, but in the bamboo forest, the sword is like a long snake swallowing out, and it is like thunder sweeping the sky.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The frequency of the two sword exchanges is also getting faster and faster, both of them are pale, and they consume the true yuan, as the sky darkens, there are constantly wails coming from the Victory Evil Sword, and Yang Qingxuan is a little impetuous.

"This old man's swordsmanship is natural, fast as lightning, the sword intent is continuous, there is no flaw, he has obtained the essentials of the sword scripture, completely overwhelms me, it seems that he will definitely lose. ”

Yang Qingxuan lamented in his heart, and admired Ding Yuan very much, and immediately eliminated the idea of victory and defeat in his heart, and concentrated on the battle, except for the sword accident in his eyes, there was nothing else.

After removing impetuousness and calming down, the sword momentum became more calm, although it could not break through Ding Yuan's sword intent suppression, but it was also comfortable defending for a while, and it would not be defeated.

Yang Qingxuan was depressed, but Ding Yuan was even more depressed and wanted to hit the wall.

I originally thought that it was a very simple battle, and I could win in dozens of moves at most, but I didn't expect to fight for a few hours, dismantle thousands of moves, and just have the upper hand.

After dismantling more than 300 moves, Ding Yuan also realized that this was a difficult sword competition, and without thousands of moves, he couldn't tell the winner at all.

So he also calmed down, maintained his upper hand, and continued to expand his advantage.

As the sky turned dark, the two fought four or five thousand moves, Yang Qingxuan's defense became smaller and smaller, and he entered danger several times, relying on a strange body method to escape, but he was also slashed by the sword qi and turned into a butterfly and flew over.

Qing Buli asked, "Elder Lu, how long do you think Yang Qingxuan can hold out?"

Lu Jiangpeng's face was gloomy, he glanced at the sky, and sighed: "I'm afraid I can't support it until dawn." ”

Qing Buli nodded and said, "You and I see the same thing." In fact, Yang Qingxuan's swordsmanship has no flaws at all, otherwise Ding Yuan would not have been able to attack for a long time, and he would lose in the immersion of sword intent, after all, there is no Ding Yuan's old way. ”

Lu Jiangpeng's eyes lit up, and he said: "Ding Yuan is the number one swordsman in the Northern Five Kingdoms, and it is already incredible that he can fight to this extent in the same realm." ”

Qing Buli nodded, agreeing with his point of view very much. (To be continued.) )