The cold light flashed, and the sword in Lu Zhiyao's hand stabbed towards the oncoming colorful tiger with lightning speed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A dazzling sword light passed through the body of the Colorful Saber-toothed Tiger, and the Seven-Colored Saber-toothed Tiger transformed by the aura suddenly fell apart and dissipated into the air. Only a little spirit quickly returned to the Nine Spirit Sword.

"Edgeworth's Jutsu!" Han Tao and Shen Feiyang blurted out at the same time, and the swords in their hands tightened.

Lu Zhiyao's sword flew straight towards Zhou Cheng after defeating the Colorful Saber-toothed Tiger. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhou Cheng's chest.

Wang Xiaowu and the others behind Lu Zhiyao seemed to have seen the moment when the sword penetrated Zhou Cheng's chest, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but show a smug smile.

However, their illusions were soon shattered by reality. That's the way to do not rejoice too soon.

After Zhou Cheng withdrew the spirit of the colorful saber-toothed tiger, he also immediately used the sword technique. The Nine Spirit Sword seemed to have life at this moment, and it flew straight towards the sword that was far away from Lu!

"How is that possible! When pigs fly! Lu Zhiyao saw Zhou Cheng's sword fly out of his hand, and the shock in his heart was not inferior to that of anyone present.

The two swords met, and there was a crisp crashing sound in the air. After the first impact, the two swords kept coming and going in the air, and the sound of gold and iron hitting was also one after another.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Lu Zhiyao was shocked and couldn't help but wonder: "This kid was not my opponent two days ago. But in just two days, he learned the art of the sword, and it's really incredible! Either he's a genius, or he's having some adventure! In the long run, he will inevitably become a big problem for me and even the Ming Sword Sect! Whether it's for himself or the Ming Sword Sect, he can't be left behind! ”

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyao gritted his teeth, and his attack moves became even more powerful.

In the face of Lu Zhiyao's fierce attack, Zhou Cheng had already guessed his thoughts: "Lu Zhiyao wanted to kill me before, but now seeing that my cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds, how can there be any reason to let me go?" Genius is so jealous, it will be difficult to become a climate in the end! ”

Lu Zhiyao wanted to kill Zhou Cheng as quickly as possible, but Zhou Cheng's strength was already the same as two days ago. With comparable strength, Lu Zhiyao is still a master of the Eight Heavens of the Spirit Realm, but it is not easy to complete the battle.

Lu Zhiyao's attack was fierce, but Zhou Cheng's defense was also airtight. The Nine Spirit Sword shone with dazzling cold light and advanced and retreated in the air, flying up and down. Looking closely, it was Zhou Cheng who used the most familiar dragon-shaped swordsmanship.

"The white dragon comes out of the water, the green dragon plays with the pearls, the oolong swings the tail, the purple dragon rises to the sun, the golden dragon penetrates the sun, and the red dragon worships the moon ・・・・・・", Zhou Cheng used the sword technique to use the dragon-shaped swordsmanship, but it has a unique charm.

The two swords constantly intersect in the air, and the simplest tricks such as teasing, plucking, stabbing, rolling, chopping, and slashing are constantly unfolded, forming a continuous battle of one move and one style.

The people present couldn't help but look stunned. Even among the disciples of the outer chamber, such as Han Tao and Shen Feiyang, it was the first time they had seen such a fierce sword confrontation.

The surrounding world seemed to be still for a moment, with only sword light flashing in his eyes and sword contending in his ears! This is no longer a showdown, but a gorgeous show, a visual feast.

"Big brother learned the art of the sword in two days, it's a genius!" Shen Feiyang, who had always been arrogant, had to admit the gap between him and Zhou Cheng at this time, and he felt heartfelt admiration in his heart.

Lu Zhiyao couldn't attack for a long time, and he was a little anxious in his heart. There was even some frustration. The recognized genius in the Ming Sword Sect has not tasted a single defeat among the disciples of the Ming Sword Sect, and even a draw is unprecedented.

"Senior brother, don't be polite to him, kill them to avenge the four brothers who died!" Wang Xiaowu, who was not far away, shouted at the distance from the landing.

"yes, kill them!" The rest of the group chimed in.

Wang Xiaowu, who didn't know what was going on, thought that Lu Zhiyao was deliberately preserving his strength, but he didn't know that Lu Zhiyao's heart was even more anxious than him at this moment.

Lu Zhiyao gritted his teeth and quickly retreated his sword. The sword flew straight back in front of him, spinning with a dense aura.

The aura continued to pour into the sword from Lu Zhiyao's hand, and the sword that shone with cold light was also ready to attack. With a thrust of his hand forward, Lu Zhiyao unleashed a devastating blow with the tremendous power of his Soul Splitting Realm, the Eight Heavens.

Although this sword is not enough to destroy the world, it is also a shock. In the eyes of the others present, this is undoubtedly an irresistible sword, an irresistible sword. Even Shen Feiyang and Han Tao had to admit that they would never be able to catch Lu Zhiyao's sword.

Lu Zhiyao's sword carries his glory, his hope, his self-confidence, his determination, and even his future destiny. In short, Lu Zhiyao's sword carries too much, and it is a little too heavy.

This sword rushed towards Zhou Cheng with the momentum of wind and thunder, and the snowflakes on the ground were also rolled up by the momentum of this sword, fluttering and sprinkling, so beautiful and magnificent.

A sword attacked, and Zhou Cheng didn't dare to be careless. He had already secretly injected his aura into the Nine Spirit Sword, and he used his greatest strength to resist this sword. The Nine Spirit Sword flew out of his hand, and greeted the sword that was far away from the land like a rain bully.

Zhou Cheng knew very well in his heart that this sword carried not only his own life, but also the fate of the six brothers and sisters behind it. He can't afford to lose this sword.

A sword is like thunder, and a sword is bullying the wind and rain. The two swords met, bursting into a burst of bright sparks. Immediately, a huge explosion sounded, and a strong shock wave suddenly formed around it and spread out in all directions.

All of a sudden, the wind carried snowflakes towards everyone, and everyone took refuge.

The snowflakes fell, and the two swords held each other in the air, and there was no winner for a while. This is not a contest of two swords, but a contest of two people.

Zhou Cheng and Lu Zhiyao stood like this in the place where the snowflakes were fluttering, and no one took half a step back, letting the snowflakes fall on them. This simple and direct way of contesting no longer has any tricks and fancy, it is purely a competition between aura and spiritual power.

Lu Zhiyao's sword did not achieve the expected effect, and his face was a little red at this moment. Maybe it's the frustration of not being able to attack for a long time, or maybe it's caused by too much attrition.

Although Zhou Cheng took this sword, the spiritual energy consumption at this moment was also very powerful. Unconsciously, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The two swords in the air are intertwined like wrestling fighters, and neither of them will retreat, and no one will give up. One is about glory, and the other is about wealth and life.

Before he knew it, a pillar of incense had passed, and Zhou Cheng gradually felt physically exhausted. What's even worse is that the aura in the sea of qi is about to be wiped out. He tried to call Lingzun for help, but Lingzun didn't know where to hide to watch the excitement and ignored Zhou Cheng's request.

Lu Zhiyao, who is known as a genius, is no better, and the blush on his face is becoming more and more obvious.

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and it flew straight towards the place where the two swords met. With a "ding" sound, Zhou Cheng's Nine Spirit Sword and Lu Zhiyao's Sword were immediately separated by the impact, and after a few turns, they returned to their respective hands.

Everyone was stunned, and a white figure floated down from the sky.