Murong Yue's eyebrows condensed slightly, and all the spiritual power in the dantian was released and used in the palm of his hand.

Seeing this, Yang Tianqiong couldn't help but shout: "Murong Yue, what are you doing?!Do you really think that you can beat me the eighth stage of Huadan? Why don't you take out your ice-blue long sword quickly!"

Murong Yue chuckled, it turned out that she wanted to see the Ice Soul, but she was not qualified enough!

Speaking of ice souls, it was the ice-blue long sword that Murong Yue used to defeat Liu Ping before.

When Murong Yue happened to use it to practice swords in the Biluo Ring, Murong Junyan happened to meet it and proposed to give this ice-blue long sword a name.

Murong Yue remembered the Ice Spirit Needle that had accompanied him for two lives, so he said that he called it the Ice Soul.

At the moment when Murong Yue exited, the ice soul sword body trembled, broke away from Murong Yue's palm, and circled around Murong Yue several times, and when it stopped, the word ice soul appeared on the sword.

Murong Yue recalled what Mu Xinghe had said to her before, and traced it carefully in her spiritual sense, and suddenly opened her eyes and shouted, "Go!"

Then, a Vajra lion came out of Murong Yue's palm and pounced straight at Yang Tianqiong.

Yang Tianqiong obviously didn't realize the power of this move, and was still angry at Murong Yue's refusal to take out the ice soul to fight against her.

took out the long sword and was about to block this blow, but who expected that the Vajra Lion that Murong Yue conjured up directly knocked Yang Tianqiong out of the air, and almost flew out of the ring.

Yang Tianqiong spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Murong Yue in shock and said, "You are not the fourth stage of Huadan, you are the sixth stage of Huadan!"

Murong Yue nodded, and Yang Tianqiong said angrily, "Then why didn't you say it before?"

Murong Yue looked at her calmly and said, "You didn't ask me." ”

Yang Tianqiong took a big breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes were full of battle intent, "Then let me see your strength in the sixth stage of Huadan!"

Standing up, the spiritual power in the dantian surged and converged on the long sword to fight with the Vajra Lion that Murong Yue had conjure.

After just a few moves, the King Kong Lion was scattered, and Murong Yue took out a long sword with a twist of his wrist and went straight up.

Yang Tianqiong reacted quickly, took Murong Yue's move, and the two of them fought back and forth for more than ten rounds.

Murong Yue frowned slightly, if this continues, both of them will have their spiritual power dissipated, change the sword to their left hand, and the spiritual power of their right hand will quietly converge.

Yang Tianqiong looked at Murong Yue solemnly, and did not intend to give Murong Yue a chance to breathe, and attacked Murong Yue again.

Murong Yue stretched out his left hand to block and attacked, although he was a little less reactive than his right hand, and his spiritual power was not as strong as before, but Yang Tianqiong had some doubts when he met Murong Yue's left hand, and his actions were a little slow.

Yes, although Murong Yue was a little inferior at this time, he could still resist it.

Yang Tianqiong saw that Murong Yue didn't make any other moves, and looked at Murong Yue with a frown, "It's over!"

Then he swung a sword at Murong Yue, and with the sword qi and spiritual power, everyone felt that Murong Yue couldn't hold on this time.

But Murong Yue's eyes were solemn, and he held the sword in his left hand to meet it, and the two sides were deadlocked, and at this time, the sword in Murong Yue's hand was obviously a little unable to hold on, and there was a slight crack.

Yang Tianqiong was overjoyed when he saw this, and increased his strength, Murong Yue still injected spiritual power into the long sword, and with the force in his hand, the long sword was lifted upward, and Yang Tianqiong's sword was also raised.

Murong Yue threw the sword at Yang Tianqiong with his left hand, and hurriedly retreated, all the spiritual power in the dantian with both hands poured out.

At this moment, Yang Tianqiong's long sword was only one step away from Murong Yue.

When Mu Xinghe arrived, it was this thrilling scene, and his palms clenched unconsciously.

Murong Yue's eyes flickered, and he pushed out his hands and shouted softly, "Tiger Roaring Palm!"

Yang Tianqiong didn't have any defense, and directly met this blow, and was caught off guard by being photographed under the stage, spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainting.

Looking at Murong Yue again, his steps were vain, and he slowly walked towards the ring, Jian Xiuyang had already calculated the position and waited, just waiting for Murong Yue to fall into his arms.

Looking at Murong Yue's weak appearance, Jian Xiuyang couldn't help but show an imperceptible smile.