Suddenly, the two collided, although they were two bodies, everyone felt like mountains colliding, between the rhythm of muscles and bones, there seemed to be a sonorous sound of gold and stone, and then, the humanoid tyrannosaurus-like body flew out violently.

The crowd was in an uproar!

Not to mention the enemy, even the people on Yan Lingyun's side were a little hard to believe, Ji Wushuang was okay and had fought with him, but he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

Yan Lingyun paused, but did not retreat, between the violent concussions of his body, the wound could not be closed, blood gushed out, he tightened his muscles, closed the wound again, stood up, knelt in the air, and his protruding knees pressed down on the chest of the opponent who was knocked by him.

Although the latter was knocked away, he did not lose the ability to resist, his eyes were as angry as copper bells, his body was bent like a bow, his limbs burst out, and he hit Yan Lingyun who fell back and forth.

On the ground, a Tsing Yi stabbed him, but it was the young man who had fought with Ji Yuhan before, carrying a long sword, but pointing at the sword, stretching out one arm, and pointing at his eyebrows at the same time.

Yan Lingyun snorted coldly, his knees straightened, his toes were like spears, and both points were on the abdomen of the person below him, the latter roared, his body trembled, and he fell straight down.

Yan Lingyun took advantage of his strength to rise, circled his right hand, and grabbed the sword fingers handed by the young man in Tsing Yi, and then drew circles layer by layer, eliminating the sharp strength of the other party, and at the same time making a grappling shape with his palm and clasping his wrist.

The young man in Tsing Yi sneered, his sword finger was around, and the inside was reversed, and the arms of the two were like two churning and biting spirit snakes, advancing layer by layer between the entanglement, and the distance between the two was getting shorter and shorter.

When they reached the distance of an arm's length, the two of them shouted angrily, and each of them slashed their killers, Yan Lingyun's palm knife, and the sword finger of the young man in Tsing Yi fell on each other at the same time.

Yan Lingyun's robe swayed, and there seemed to be a big python swimming all over his body, and the sword finger of the young man in Tsing Yi fell on his chest, slid half a foot away, and grazed his waist ribs.

The young man in Tsing Yi snorted at the same time, was killed by the palm knife, and flew out with a pale face.

With a bang, the humanoid tyrannosaurus-like boy also fell to the ground at this time, and slapped the woodland with one hand, slapping the surface apart, and the man followed and rose up. He was like a mad beast, looking up with a hideous face, and seeing the young man in Tsing Yi retreating, he suddenly burst into flames and pounced on Yan Lingyun in mid-air.

Yan Lingyun borrowed the power of the palm knife, did a somersault, let the momentum come, and landed on the ground, his left hand was wiped on his right wrist, and the two hands were immediately divided, as if pulling away a thing, and he flew back to him who had just landed.

The latter vaguely saw him holding a ring in each hand, and was slightly stunned, then his pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated.

"Get out of the way!"

At this moment, the shouts of the young man in Tsing Yi came from behind.

The humanoid tyrannosaurus-like boy who was called the second child looked annoyed when he heard the sound, and he lowered his body and slashed out, a sword light, bright as autumn water, like a swimming dragon, rushed out from behind him, and stabbed Yan Lingyun with a sword.

Behind the sword light, it was the figure of the young man in Tsing Yi holding the sword. His sword seems to be straight, but it seems to be in a state of dissociation, no matter how the opponent dodges, he can't escape his pursuit.

Yan Lingyun vaguely guessed his identity from his "second child", and remembered that the person told him before that he didn't dare to block his sword blade with the silk thread in his hand, so he closed the soul chasing ring, folded his body, and fell to the ground obliquely.

The young man in Tsing Yi was unyielding, stepping on his feet, rubbing his body and stabbing again, the long sword in his hand was like a living thing, shaking his head and tail, soft but not charming, following a trajectory, never letting Yan Lingyun get out of the sword blade a foot away.

Yan Lingyun's body unfolded, and the whole person was as light as a swallow, spinning back and forth, waving his arms from time to time, like two winged knives, colliding with the long sword like a bird probing claw, all of them were touched and left, and they did not dare to lag for a while. The sharpness of the opponent's long sword made his muscles chill.

The two of them tumbled and rolled, and in the blink of an eye, they dismantled dozens of moves, and the young man in Tsing Yi shouted, and the long sword in his hand suddenly dissolved, and a hundred and ten sword shadows rose, like a sword wall, pushing straight forward.

Yan Lingyun's expression was solemn, and he waved his limbs, as if he was swinging a sharp whipped rhizome around his body, coiling himself into a lively ball, and taking the initiative to meet the "sword wall".

The sword of the young man in Tsing Yi is not an ordinary sword shadow, the sword and sword are all entities, and it is the embodiment of the extreme speed of the sword.

Yan Lingyun didn't dare to be careless at all, he moved his muscles and bones to the extreme, his limbs intersected with the sword body, and he didn't hit it flatly, but rolled and forced, once he was forced, he would go with force.

I only heard a crackling sound, like rain hitting plantains, and the sound entered my ears, but later, the sound became louder and more urgent, until it was almost a line.

The spectators were automatically divided into two sides and pressed the formation, only to see the two people in the field tossing and turning between square inches, but if the shot was thunderous, they were all fast and fast.

The sword of the young man in Tsing Yi, one was extinguished, one was born, and he always remained at about one hundred ways, his whole person was uncertain, and he shot a hundred swords, and the swords were different, but there were all kinds of sword momentum, and finally there was a hidden tendency to one.

On the other hand, Yan Lingyun is a lively and lively group, and his limbs are extremely capable of whipping, and between a concussion, rolling and advancing, it will disrupt a sword shadow. He twisted the muscles and bones of his whole body like a twist, stretched, and at the same time applied the "Divine Dragon Shaking Armor", which burst out with an extremely fast speed beyond the usual, so as to block the opponent's sword momentum, otherwise he would have suffered a loss if he entered the white blade empty-handed.

On the side of the young man in Tsing Yi, the girl with the soft sword saw that Yan Lingyun blocked the sword momentum of the young man in Tsing Yi with her empty hand, her expression changed again and again, and finally sighed: "That guy is not human!"

Beside her, there stood the violent young man in human form, his eyes were as big as copper bells when he heard the words, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to refute, but he couldn't get out.

The girl stared intently at the battle situation in the field, and a sneer appeared on her fairly delicate face, and said, "I know what you want to say, but you don't have the confidence to say it." The essence of No. 1's 'uncertain turmoil' is that it is contrary to a fixed word, but since the amorphous formula can't take the other party, will the fixed formula be successful? Eleven to fourteen people, if you want to fight alone, you can't even beat eighteen, but the formation of four people is one, and if there is no sword in the hand of No. 1 to restrain the soul chasing ring, it will be absolutely unlucky. I thought that there was no suspense for the four of them to shoot, but now, the soul chasing ring is in the hands of others, and the result can be imagined! ”

After a pause, she continued: "With the cultivation of No. 1 in the current physical training stage, there is no qi support, once the 'fixed wind wave' is cast, I want to ...... That's how we run for our lives......"

"It's coming!"

She suddenly let out a snort, and her body tensed suddenly.

In the field, the young man in Tsing Yi roared angrily, the long sword in his hand trembled low, and then turned high, and the sword wall in front of him suddenly seemed like a sea wave, steeply rising and turbulent. His sword shadow is like a wave, surging in front of him; The sword roars like a dragon, and it travels in the "sea". Everything, controlled with one hand, caused a storm in an uncertain place.

Yan Lingyun felt the pressure surge all of a sudden, and the other party's sword shadow was like a turbulent pool of water, between the ups and downs, pulling his strength low and throwing it high, in the eyes of the spectators, his person, like a leaf of duckweed, was thrown into a rough water, between the ups and downs, he couldn't help himself.

Waiting for three ups and three downs, the sword shadow in front of the young man in Tsing Yi fluctuated three times, and Yan Lingyun's whole person gradually rose off the ground, was pushed by the sword shadow, and floated back.

This is the ultimate balance of the two offensive superposition! If the former's sword momentum is a little slower, the latter will be able to land; If the latter's resistance is a little slower, it is a game of death.

The young man in Tsing Yi relied on a rotation, inexhaustible, and inexhaustible offensive; Yan Lingyun relied on a strong physique, and if he fell quickly, he would roll endlessly, and if he was a person with a slightly worse physique, no matter how high his skills were, it would be in vain.

The people on both sides moved with the two people in the field, and they all tensed their hearts. Ji Wushuang looked at Yan Lingyun's back, her eyes were red, and the little man in her mouth was standing in front of every Ji clan who was clenching his fists for the rest of his life, blocking the wind and rain.

In an instant, the sword shadow in front of the young man in Tsing Yi was already up and down, and Yan Lingyun was still floating, volleying in the air, flipping endlessly. At this time, he felt that the other party's sword momentum was like an uncertain storm, and he was a lonely boat in this turmoil, which was fixed in it, and with the surging wind, it was difficult to escape the doom in the end.

It's just that his physique is too strong, and although the sword momentum of the young man in Tsing Yi is stronger than one wave, he has been blocked by him, and he can turn defense into attack when the opponent is exhausted.

It was two ups and two downs, and the sound of the collision between the limbs and the sword body was so fast that it had converged into one, like a muffled thunder and low back, during which there was a sword roar like a dragon's groan, and a rhythm of muscles and bones like a golden stone.

The sword of the young man in Tsing Yi protruded for the eighth time, as if it had climbed to a peak, and the sound and momentum came out at the same time, and the rippling sword shadows converged into a bundle and stabbed at one point at the same time.

This point is Yan Lingyun!

Seeing this, Yan Lingyun shouted, the hanging figure stretched out an arm, and between the five fingers, he flicked his fingers nearly a hundred in an instant, and his fingers swept the tip of the sword, and as the last finger fell, he only heard a loud sound, and the sword tip exploded at once, spilling out a sword shadow in the sky.

I only heard the young man in Tsing Yi shout "go", and when his wrist shook, the sword shadow in the sky was harvested into a bunch, and finally it was reduced to a long sword that trembled wildly, and his toes touched the ground, and he rose backwards with his strength, and disappeared into the dim woodland in a flash. The rest of the four people who swept the formation seemed to have been prepared, and they also disappeared in a flash.