Yu Qingrong's pupils contracted for a while, and she refused to keep all kinds of exquisite sword skills. In the dance of the long sword, the graceful posture was fully revealed, and at the same time, the cold ice sword qi slashed towards Fang Ye.

Fang Ye easily dodged, and if he couldn't avoid it, he smashed it with his fist.

In less than three breaths, Fang Ye had already bullied Yu Qingrong's side.

The furious flame aura was like an oncoming city wall, and Yu Qingrong, who was pressed, was almost out of breath again, showing her strength without reservation, and her body retreated rapidly!

"Where to run!" Fang Ye sneered. Catching up all the way, the iron fist wrapped in flames kept beckoning to Yu Qingrong, and Yu Qingrong raised her sword to block. The swordsmanship is ethereal and smart, and it is wonderful to the peak.

Dazzling clouds of light and exercises erupted from where the two of them were, shooting out in all directions.

In the beginning. The two figures were not fast or slow, but in an instant, the two figures blurred, and after a while, they completely blended together.

A dense sound came out.

In just half a cup of tea, I don't know how many hundreds of battles have been made!

Fang Ye provoked Yu Qingrong so much, not just to hit her, in fact, he also had his considerations.

Because the ice and fire exercises cultivated in Jiuxuan Snow Valley could actually be integrated, it was only because there were fewer and fewer monks with two attributes of spiritual energy at the same time, and those monks who cultivated ice and fire spiritual power had their own doors, which made the two super forces of Tongyan Sect and Jiuxuan Snow Valley the same power now.

"Boom!"

The figures of the two were entangled, sometimes rushing to a height of more than ten zhang, and then falling violently to the earth, smashing the ground into a huge deep pit.

The crowd was amazed.

It's hard to see a battle of this magnitude.

Xiuxiu......

After a lot of ups and downs, Fang Ye and Yu Qingrong had already fled dozens of feet away. The fierce battle continues.

At this time, Beigong Lonely noticed the movement here, and he was reluctant to blink when he saw it from a distance, and his beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance.

She wasn't worried that Fang Ye would lose at all, she was only shocked by the strength he had burst out.

"I didn't expect this person to be so powerful!" Beigong Lonely bit his red lips lightly, with a secret hatred in his heart, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The last time she was alone with Fang Ye, Fang Ye gave her a drop of her own essence blood, allowing her to break through two small realms in a row.

But now that they meet again, she finds that Yu Qingrong's progress is not even on par with Fang Ye.

In terms of her own combat effectiveness alone, Yu Qingrong is probably stronger than Beigong Lonely.

The speed of the other party's growth made Beigong lonely and envious and admired.

In a trance, Fang Ye and Yu Qingrong had rushed out of a few hundred zhang away. Beigong stomped her feet and hurriedly followed, she didn't want to miss this fierce and wonderful battle.

Especially since this was a battle between monks of the same rank as her.

There were some blood stains along the road, and I don't know if it was Fang Ye's or Yu Qingrong's, anyway, the two of them must have already played a real fire, and it was impossible to stop without fighting to the death.

When Zi Mo arrived over there, he saw the two of them separated again, looking at each other more than thirty feet apart.

Yu Qingrong's face was iron-blue, the original composure had disappeared, replaced by endless madness, her eyes trembled a little, and she looked at Fang Ye in disbelief.

A wisp of red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her face was slightly pale, apparently with some injuries.

On the other hand, Fang Ye also had several sword wounds on his body, his flesh and blood were rolled, and he was drenched in blood, especially the two fists, which were densely covered with tiny sword marks!

Yu Qingrong has the blessing of the ice sword, both offensive and defensive, Fang Ye wants to hurt him, he will inevitably hurt himself first.

But he was still laughing, laughing so wickedly.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, covered in blood, black hair flying, and the strange pupils shining, Beigong's lonely pretty face turned red.

When Fang Ye directly knocked Yu Qingrong away with a punch before, Yu Qingrong actually didn't take Fang Ye seriously.

And it just so happened that at that time, Feiyun Heavenly Immortal and Yangui Immortal came, but Yu Qingrong lost to Beigong Lonely in anger.

Of course, these were all expected by Fang Ye, after he used the Phoenix Fire to help Yu Qingrong heal his injuries, Yu Qingrong's original Ice Spirit Body was instead purified after the Phoenix Fire's care.

However, even so, Fang Ye stood in front of Yu Qingrong with confidence.

"I have been ......cultivating in the sect since I was six years old," Yu Qingrong suddenly spoke, her voice was a little hoarse and a little trembling, "It has been fourteen years now, from childhood to adulthood, and it can be called invincible among the sects. No one is qualified to be my opponent, no one can defeat me! Even the demons of other super-grade forces are not my opponents. My sword and my icy aura are a seamless combination. ”

Taking a deep breath, Yu Qingrong's face became solemn: "But I didn't expect that there were people outside the people, and there were people outside the mountains." You're really good......! That blow doesn't seem to be a coincidence, I, Yu Qingrong, have gained insight today, it turns out that it's not that there are no geniuses in the world, it's just that I'm too lonely and unheard!"

"Can you get it? Fang Ye smiled slightly.

At this moment, Yu Qingrong raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly: "But do you really think you can beat me?

"Then do you think I've done my best?" Fang Ye's eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he had an inexplicable smile.

Hearing this, Yu Qingrong's eyes narrowed.

"Then let's come back and see who can win!" Yu Qingrong was completely aroused and shouted.

From childhood to adulthood, all she enjoyed was the praise of her elders and the admiration of her peers, Jiuxuan Snow Valley cultivated him as the hope of the future, and someone once asserted that if Yu Qingrong really grew up, then Jiuxuan Snow Valley would have the qualifications to truly suppress the Tongyan Sect for a hundred years.

Such an arrogant person, but today he was injured by an opponent whose realm was far lower than himself, how could Yu Qingrong accept it?

In the eyes of everyone, Fang Ye's second primordial god was at most the breath of the middle stage of the void, and it was not at the same level as Yu Qingrong's breath.

At first, Fang Ye wanted to teach this woman who challenged him a good lesson.

But now, even if Fang Ye wanted to stop, Yu Qingrong would not agree.

Between the two, it is bound to be decided that the winner will lose, and someone will inevitably become the defeated general! It's either her Yu Qingrong or Fang Ye! The person who stays behind is the real genius!

Wen is the first, and Wu is the second! However, in Yu Qingrong's concept, she is the first in the younger generation! Whoever tries to get involved in his position is an enemy who lives and dies.

After drinking hard, Yu Qingrong's crazy face suddenly calmed down, and a chill that made people palpitate and uneasy spread.

Beigong's lonely and pretty face changed, and he floated out without hesitation, and then withdrew from a distance of dozens of zhang before stopping.

Fang Ye's expression also suddenly calmed down.

"I only have one move, and if you can catch it, you won, but you can't take it...... It's you who die!" Yu Qingrong roared, and her aura suddenly turned into a sharp light, and all of them flew out from the major points in her body, and the ice sword that was blessed outside also collapsed abruptly.

She had completely abandoned her defenses and turned all her aura into an attack.

In an instant, Yu Qingrong's side was wrapped in a hundred cold ice sword qi.

Each of these sword qi is transformed by cold ice spiritual power, containing huge damage and destructive power that should not be underestimated, and hundreds of sword qi are fired together, no matter who has to avoid its edge.

But this was not over, as the long sword shook again, another hundred sword qi gushed out......

Immediately after that, there was another hundred ......

The sword qi that covered the sky and the earth lingered around Yu Qingrong, and the entire world seemed to have turned into a world of cold sword qi.

The Nine Xuan Snow Valley female cultivators who had maintained the Cold Ice Realm before couldn't bear this sword qi and retreated one after another.

Fang Ye took a deep breath, didn't dare to hide his secrets, stretched out his hand, and a huge flame appeared in his hand.

The spiritual power in the meridians retreated into the dantian and was stored, and the energy in the phoenix's inner pill gushed out fiercely and majestically.

The flames were swirling, and all kinds of palpitating and unsettling auras erupted from Fang Ye's body.

The energy within the Phoenix Inner Dan is an evil energy that is completely different from the flame aura of the Supreme Strength and Yang.

This kind of energy, which is full of the aura of killing and destruction, belongs to the wild aura of the four divine beasts themselves, and it is quite similar. Fang Ye's original intention was just to maximize this evil energy, but he didn't want that when he activated the energy in his body, the flames in his palm would grow wildly, frantically devouring the energy from his body.

In an instant, Fang Ye's palm burst out with a mixture of red and gold!

This light was like a black hole, and when it burst out, it swallowed up all the light, and the whole world lost its color in this instant.

Beigong Lonely in the distance actually felt that his eyes were dark, no, his eyes were bright.

It was because Fang Ye's light was too bright, and as the light disappeared, everything around him seemed dim.

Yu Qingrong's sword aura also dimmed suddenly.

Zheng ......

A sword sound came from Fang Ye's palm, and the sound and energy ripples that came out affected Yu Qingrong's countless sword qi, making these countless sword qi resonate at the same time.

Dao Dao sword qi trembled, as if it was about to break away from Yu Qingrong's control.

Yu Qingrong's complexion changed drastically, and she hurriedly stabilized her mind and controlled her sword qi to prevent them from being affected by Fang Ye's moves.

Fang Ye was stunned to feel all this, and immediately, a cloud of joy burst out of his eyes, and he continued to pour energy into his palm. At this moment, he finally understood the mystery of his phoenix inner pill.

These auras seem to have become a part of the body, and blood and milk are blended.

Both sides of the battle are desperately accumulating the final blow, dozens of feet apart, suddenly staring at each other mercilessly.

The sword qi surrounding Yu Qingrong's body has reached more than two thousand.

As the last few sword qi burst out from his body, this Nine Xuan Snow Valley's master disciple's face suddenly lost its blood, became extremely pale, and kept panting, as if at this moment, he had become an ordinary person who was powerless.

"This is the secret of my Nine Xuan Snow Valley, Snow Goose Dance!" Yu Qingrong shouted coldly, with a look of regret on her face, "It's a pity that with my strength, I can only transform more than two thousand sword qi!"

Fang Ye looked at the spirit sword held in the other party's hand, and said with a smile: "Although I don't know what kind of famous trick you are, the power is definitely not small, I have to be careful!"

In those more than two thousand sword qi packages, Yu Qingrong suddenly moved.

"Rong'er, don't!" Ziqing on the side suddenly realized that this trick might leave a hidden danger after Yu Qingrong performed it.

At this moment, her expression became very peculiar. There is a sense of piety in the solemnity, as if what she is about to perform is not a sword move, but the bloom of life.

The long sword turned, and a streamer sparkled on the tip of the sword.

The sword qi that covered the sky and the earth rang at the same time, and the buzzing sound was endless, and the fierce sword intent rushed straight into the sky.

More than 2,000 lines of cold ice sword qi were densely covered around like silver needles three inches long erected out of thin air.

A faint sigh came from Yu Qingrong's mouth, full of regret and powerlessness.

After sighing, Yu Qingrong's face suddenly flushed. Become high-spirited.

With a shake of the long sword, thousands of sword qi overwhelmingly attacked Fang Ye!

At the same time, the huge changes brought about by the ice aura also caused a violent snowstorm to blow suddenly in the originally calm snow realm around it.

This move was the first inheritance that Fang Ye himself had obtained in the Inheritance Temple in the Divine Dojo, a move in the Autumn Wild Goose Snow. Originally, it was a sword that was enough to break through the heavens and the earth and change the color of mountains and rivers, but Yu Qingrong's strength was not enough now. After using up all his spiritual energy, he only condensed more than two thousand sword qi.

Even so. Such a move is also very powerful.

Purple Qing's beautiful eyes were trembling, even if she was nearly two hundred zhang away, she could clearly feel the fierce sword intent attacking, and the surrounding air seemed to have turned into a sharp blade, cutting her skin, and bursts of mosquito bites like pain spread throughout her body.

This sword ...... It was beyond what she could bear and understand.

If Yu Qingrong had used this sword against her just now, she would have already been crushed.

Beigong Lonely also doubted whether she would be able to take this move, and at the same time looked at Fang Ye in horror, she didn't know if Fang Ye's strength would be able to take it.

Over there, Fang Ye's figure was completely wrapped in flames, and he couldn't see his true face clearly. In the darkness, only two demonic eyes exuded a penetrating light, and those eyes were full of madness and calmness.

The combination of contradictions is extremely strange.

Facing the more than two thousand sword qi that struck, Fang Ye did not dodge, but instead took out a flaming sword from the flames. Gripping the flaming fire sword in his hand, he slashed forward with all his might, and the evil energy that had just been consumed by the flames burst out.

A palpitating fluctuation exploded, centering on Fang Ye's position, the earth seemed to be lifted, and a burst of flying sand and rocks were scattered.

But. The sword in his hand was pointing, there was no sword qi, no sword light, nothing.

The weirdness of this sword was also beyond Zi Mo's imagination.

After slashing out this sword, Fang Ye straightened up, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to resist the red long sword on his shoulder.

There was a smile full of confidence.

Yu Qingrong's pupils contracted rapidly, and although she didn't see any attack, a strong throbbing gushed out from the bottom of her heart, as if it was a call to death.

(End of chapter)