The cyan Tianluo fan slowly rotated around Qingluo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qingluo and the white light sword saluted each other, and after seeing how Qingluo moved, the Tianluo fan suddenly skyrocketed several times, becoming more than one meter long, and the green light bloomed.

The wind began to howl.

Blowing Qingluo's blue clothes, swaying and dancing in the wind. Exceptional beauty.

"Be careful!" Qingluo snorted softly, still looking cold.

With a casual move, Tianluo retracted with a pop, turned into a "long ruler" shape, and was held in Qingluo's hand.

Qing Luo's toes tapped the ground, and his body floated out, dancing the Tianluo fan that he had put away, and attacked towards the white light sword.

Seeing Tianluo's attack, the white light sword looked solemn for a while, the long sword in his hand was full of white light, his arm was raised, and the long sword roared towards Tianluo's fan.

In the blink of an eye, the two had collided.

Cyan-light and white-light interlaced.

Giant fans and swords contend!

The light shone brightly, and the two of them were at the right time. The light bursts out, not the sound of metal colliding.

While the two were fighting inseparably, Qingluo snorted softly, and Tianluo opened with a pop. Qing Luo's wrist flipped over, and the open Tianluo fan spun down, the fan surface was like a sharp blade, and it slid against the long sword to the palm of the sword-holding hand of the white light sword.

The speed of the Tianluo fan was extremely fast, and the white light sword only felt that the blue light flashed in front of him, and the Tianluo fan had already attacked in front of him. The white light sword was shocked, but it was also calm, the long sword backed, and at the same time, the figure flew back, which avoided the Tianluo fan.

One blow missed, Qingluo Yu's hand moved, and the Tianluo fan swirled in the air as if it had received a call from its master, and flew back to Qingluo's hand with a whoosh.

Catching the Tianluo fan, Qingluo barely hesitated, the Tianluo fan continued to fan, and every time the fan moved, it would shoot out a dense wind blade and attack the white lightsaber urgently.

The wind blade was like rain, and for a while, the white light sword fell into the downwind, and he could only helplessly swing the long sword in his hand to deal with the oncoming wind blade.

"The wind turned into substance!" Looking at the wind blade used by Qing Luo in a daze, Yang Qian was very surprised.

Warriors, after reaching a certain realm, can invoke natural elements such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder to launch attacks. But that must be at the realm of martial arts or above, could it be said that Qingluo has reached the realm of martial artists?

"No, judging by her aura, it seems that there is only a warrior Yae." Yang Qian carefully sensed the aura emanating from Qingluo's body, but as time passed, Yang Qian became more and more confused.

Judging from Qingluo's current cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to mobilize the power of the natural elements. What's going on here? Moreover, as soon as he remembered that Qingluo defeated the dynasty and Sun Daoliang, who were martial artists with the cultivation of the eightfold martial artist, Yang Qian felt more and more that Qingluo's was not simple.

The change in the expression on Yang Qian's face was easily captured by Bu Xiaohu on the side. Moreover, with Bu Xiaohu's cleverness, he naturally guessed what Yang Qian was thinking, so he said, "That's the 'Killing Wind Blade', which is the basic skill of Tianluo Fan, not that Qingluo mobilized the element of wind, but that Tianluo Fan itself condensed." ”

"Tianluo Fan condenses the element of wind by itself?" Bu Xiaohu didn't say it, but as soon as he said this, Yang Qian's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Tianluo Fan, but a nine-grade artifact, must have its own special features, and there is nothing strange about it." Bu Xiaohu seems to have long been accustomed to all this, and wrote lightly.

But for Yang Qian, the magic shown by the Tianluo fan still surprised Yang Qian.

Although there were also nine-rank artifacts in the Divine Pavilion, Yang Qian was not interested in cultivation at that time, and he was not interested in weapons, so it was natural that he did not understand the attributes of the artifact.

"The Wind Blade is just the beginning, and more exciting is yet to come." While Yang Qian was thinking, Bu Xiaohu said.

Hearing Bu Xiaohu's voice, Yang Qian came back to his senses and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the test table.

I saw that the battle between Qing Luo and the white light sword had entered a white heat, and the Tianluo fan kept fanning in Qing Luo's hands, and more, denser, and faster wind blades shot towards the white light sword. And the white light saber didn't dare to have reservations under such circumstances. The ninefold aura of the martial artist emanated, and suddenly the white light of the long sword in his hand skyrocketed, the sword momentum suddenly changed, and the whole person became ethereal.

Liuyun Sword Technique!

At this time, what the white light sword was used was the most advanced sword technique of the Liuyun Sect, the first form of the Liuyun Sword Technique, the flowing clouds and flowing water.

The body of the white light sword flickered with a sword, and the swordsmanship was elegant, just like the idle clouds in the sky.

Obviously, the white light sword has been practiced to the fullest, and the entire set of swordsmanship is completed in one go, naturally and smoothly. As soon as the sword momentum arrived, the countless wind blades were shattered by the strong sword qi and turned into nothing.

The white light saber long sword went forward, and in an instant, a passage was broken, and the long sword trembled, and it attacked Qingluo directly.

Qingluo's cold face was still as cold as frost, but her beautiful eyes became sharper, and the spiritual power was injected into the Tianluo fan, and the Tianluo fan doubled again, becoming as tall as Qingluo, and the fan surface opened, only to see that on the Tianluo fan, countless strange pictures appeared.

"Dance of the Heavens!" Qing Luojiao snorted.

With a flick of the jade hand, the Tianluo fan flew out of his hand, soared into the air, and danced above Qingluo's head.

Tianluo fan sinks and floats, the blue light blooms, and the mysterious pattern on the fan surface appears from time to time. Between the ups and downs, like a graceful woman, dancing in mid-air.

Qing Luo's jade hand suddenly made a strange gesture, and suddenly the air flow around her flowed wildly, blowing her Qing Luo's clothes hunting.

Beautiful face, peerless posture, like a fairy of the nine heavens, floating out of the dust, beautiful and beautiful!

The Tianluo fan turned in mid-air, and the fan surface was covered downward.

Suddenly the wind blew fiercely, and the sand flew away.

Strong winds blow in the face as if they could destroy everything, without any negotiation.

The body of the white light sword flying forward suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and the wind poured in, even with his martial artist ninefold cultivation, under that fierce wind, it was difficult to breathe.

Frightened, the white light sword even landed on the ground, and the spiritual power sank, and the soles of the feet were tightly attached to the ground, so that they were not blown off the test bench by the raging wind.

And under the test table, as the wind swelled, the inner disciples retreated one after another. However, there were still a few unlucky ones who were a little slower, swept into the air by the wind, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Qian was far enough away from the test bench, but when Qingluo performed the "Dance of Tianluo", Yang Qian also felt a strong wind blowing in his face, like a knife cutting, blowing through his face, which made people feel painful.

"What a powerful force!" Yang Qian sighed.

For so long, almost no one could make Yang Qian feel admired, but at this moment, the majesty shown by Qingluo made Yang Qian sincerely admire!

Just as I was sighing, the test bench had changed again.

Under the manipulation of Qing Luo, the Tianluo fan floated down, and the huge fan swept towards the white light sword.

There was still a strong wind.

Only this time, the white light sword could no longer parry, and its body was light, and it was swept into the air by the wind, and then fell under the test table.

At this moment, the audience exclaimed!

And then, there was a dead silence!