Yun Ting's moves are wild, wide open and close, there is a kind of spirit that pulls out the mountain and covers the world, and the dignified sword after sword swings down like a hammer, almost distorting the entire space!

Tang Ling, on the other hand, is a different style. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His sword intent is like the vast earth, and like the distant clear sky, ethereal and uncertain, and the trace is difficult to find. Fighting with this kind of person, the powerlessness of punching cotton can easily make people go crazy and vomit blood.

It's just that Yun Ting, who was eager and reckless, was unexpectedly calm, steady and steady, without revealing the slightest flaw.

Tang Ling's gaze gradually became solemn, and suddenly the sword momentum turned, and the sword qi became cold and murderous.

"Falling Stars!"

After finishing speaking, I saw that the long sword in his hand suddenly appeared countless afterimages, and the space was distorted by this sword qi. Yun Ting, who was his opponent, felt that the entire sky suddenly darkened, as if she had been pulled into dimensional space, everything around her turned into nothingness, and only a huge sword mark in front of her that almost enveloped all space attacked her.

"It's good to come!" Yun Ting smiled lightly, and the momentum of his body began to climb rapidly, and the jet-black broadsword in his hand seemed to have undergone some wonderful change, and turned into a fiery red in an instant.

"I have heard for a long time that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Xingchen Sword Technique is the most exquisite of all swordsmanship, and now, I want to ask for advice!"

As soon as the words fell, she waved the fiery red broadsword in one hand at the huge broadsword, and met Tang Ling's attack like a mayfly shaking a tree!

"Boom!"

In front of Tang Ling's huge sword moves, Yun Ting and her broad sword were as small as ants. Unexpectedly, her body was hit, and she was instantly shot away for thousands of meters like a fallen leaf, spitting out blood, and almost instantly staining her clothes.

And Tang Ling had the upper hand, and his expression was not relaxed, but more dignified. The momentum around him was tense, as if the slightest touch would usher in his stormy attack.

Tang Ling's behavior was like... It was as if he was not facing a seriously injured Yunting now, but an ancient beast that had just woken up from its dormancy!

"Ahem, ahem..."

Yun Ting coughed up blood, stabilized his figure in midair, and staggered to his feet. But her eyes became brighter, so bright that people didn't dare to look at them directly!

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the first genius of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the past hundred years." Yun Ting said with sincere admiration.

And Tang Ling's face became even heavier.

Because he found that from the moment Yun Ting spoke, the momentum on his body skyrocketed layer by layer, and his cultivation reached the peak of Yuan Ying in an instant, and even infinitely close to the stage of transformation into a god!

It was as if she had unlocked some kind of seal, and the Cloud Pavilion at this time was the Cloud Pavilion in its heyday.

Yun Ting stretched out her arms and raised her eyes, a hearty smile appeared on her blood-stained face, and the fiery red broadsword fell from mid-air to the ground, but she did not give a single look at the weapon that had never left her hand before.

"In hundreds of years of life, the people I have seen and the things I have encountered are too boring. Since I broke through the Yuan Infant, there has been no monk of the same generation who is my enemy! Yun Ting's voice was cold, with a little hoarse at this time, and his voice was full of remembrance:

"Later, I challenged the monks of the previous generation, but my Xuanyin Palace was too powerful, and no one dared to fight me head-on! has been so lonely for a hundred years, and finally made up his mind to seal and cultivate, so he barely found some people who can live a few tricks. ”

When Tang Ling heard this, he suddenly remembered a legend about the Cloud Pavilion in the Xuanli Continent before.

It is said that Yun Ting had suffered a major injury, and his strength had suddenly dropped several notches, and the grand occasion of the previous leapfrog challenge had disappeared. Everyone thinks she is a flash in the pan, and the name of genius is no longer there. But I never thought that others just felt that the invincible life was too lonely, and they just wanted to add a little fun to their cultivation.

Think of it this way. But it's also ironic!

"But now, today!" Yun Ting raised his head suddenly, staring at Tang Ling, his gaze was full of madness:

"Finally, we can have a good fight!"

The moment she looked at herself, Tang Ling vaguely felt that something was wrong, and her body quickly retreated, but she didn't think that the end of Yun Ting's last word was still there, but her body had already come to Tang Ling.

There seemed to be a raging flame in her eyes: "Everyone knows that I am good at swords, but no one has ever known, what I am best at is hand-to-hand combat!" ”

As he spoke, a palm suddenly imprinted on Tang Ling's lower abdomen, Tang Ling's face turned pale, and his body seemed to have suffered a huge impact, and he flew out at a speed of a hundred times faster than before!

"Poof!"

Just like the white snow reflecting the red plum, the dots of blood embellished Tang Lingyue's white robe poignant and enchanting.

"Come..." Yun Ting's excitement was a little trembling, but his voice was like a maggot attached to the bone:

"Come on! Again! ”

Tang Zero turned around and fled!

Lunatic! That's a madman!

****

Yun Ting's appearance was like some kind of signal, she took Tang Ling to another battlefield, and the big melee below also kicked off.

The blood of the true dragon floated quietly in mid-air, dozens of divine senses surrounded it, and no one dared to be the first bird.

Soldier to soldier, general to general, Xie Hongyu and Xia Tong's men fought together for the first time, although Xia Tong was ruthless and proud, but after all, he was not a fool, and he knew that his cultivation was the most embroidered pillow among all the heads present, so he also brought three subordinates and began to grind with Yuan He.

And Xie Hongyu is opposite to Qingmian.

"Long time no see." A gentle smile appeared on Xie Hongyu's face, but the cold light in her eyes almost froze the air:

"After a few months, did you finally give up your cooperation with Si Yun?"

For Qing, Xie Hongyu hated it very much in her heart!

If it weren't for the threat of this ancient spirit corpse, she would have avenged her innocent dead junior brothers a long time ago. It was because he let himself throw a rat trap and didn't dare to act rashly, so he couldn't endure until his uncle arrived before he did anything to Si Yun, and at that time, Si Yun had already become the climate, but they were defeated!

Later, she invited him to cooperate with her, regardless of her previous suspicions, and was rejected again...

Such an item is simply hard to write!

"I'm bound to get the blood of the true dragon." Qing only said this, and the last trace of Qingming Night in his eyes was covered by blood-red tyranny.

"It depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" Xie Hongyu said softly, her body had already greeted her...

・・・

Everyone was fighting in full swing, but no one noticed that an unfamiliar face wearing the costume of a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had quietly blended into the battlefield, and was approaching Xie Hongyu without a trace.

This disciple's face looked ordinary, but when he thought about it, he could find that he couldn't remember what she looked like!

This is the "art" of Yalei!

****

Outside the main hall, Liuhua, who had worked so hard to get here, watched the tassel that was sitting obediently beside Mondstadt with a mille-feuille completely erupted:

"Senior sister, which side are you on?"

Tassel looked up blankly, looked left and right, and then raised the lasagna in his hand:

"This way."

Liuhua: "...

**A moment of gossip**

Finally home today, visually to write a lot of thanks.