Ouyang Yi's momentum immediately changed, and his fierce aura suddenly became fierce, he seemed to be standing there no longer a person, but a fierce beast! The sword body was sharp and prominent, and the blade shone with a cold metallic luster in the bright sun.

The two were separated by several zhang and opposite each other, staring at each other tightly, not giving an inch!

Ouyang Yi frowned slightly, and as soon as the soles of his feet moved, the bluestone-paved floor tiles cracked on the spot, and his body was like a dream, extremely fast.

said that it was too late, and at the moment when Ouyang Yi moved, Zeng Zichen also moved, and the tip of his sword landed on the ground, accompanied by his footsteps, when the two of them had met with their two swords, leaving a trace of sparks between the ground.

In the middle of the clearing, blue and purple figures walked through it like the wind,

When the first sword of the two people started fighting, the spirit was greatly lifted, and then, every sword and every move was vigorous and thunderous!

Ouyang Yi's swordsmanship was tricky and domineering, and his hand strength was even more powerful! The air made a sharp sound!

Zeng Zichen's figure flickered and flickered, strolling leisurely, looking at ease!

Even if Ouyang Yi's swordsmanship is tricky, in Zeng Zichen's opinion at this time, it is just an ordinary swordsmanship!

Each sword of both is flowing like a dense storm, unforgiving, giving people no respite.

In the face of this kind of violent and dense swordsmanship, as long as there is a pause in the breath, it will immediately be caught by the other party and killed.

Ouyang Yi and Zeng Zichen couldn't fight for a long time, Ouyang Yi obviously felt a little struggling, it was not the lack of supply of aura, but the control of aura, the two sides were speechless when they were fighting, although the two of them were surrounded by sword qi, there was no trace of sword qi beyond the range of open space!

And this kind of control made Ouyang Yi a little difficult, Ouyang Yi knew that he couldn't wait any longer, with a long roar, the seven-foot long sword in his hand trembled. Out of the sword, the muscles and bones in the body shook, buzzing, and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the audience. Ouyang Yi secretly shouted, "Sword Soul Nine Sounds!"

The strange thing is that at the moment when the sound of the sword sounded, everyone present was in a trance!

Ouyang Yi is already behind Zeng Zichen!

"Snort!"

Four swords in a row, the sword is extremely tricky, or split, or stab, or flirt, urgent and fast, extremely sharp.

In the blink of an eye, Zeng Zichen seemed to the outside world to be in a desperate situation!

In an instant, Zeng Zichen turned around, and there seemed to be a rain of swords falling in front of him, followed by four swords, but Ouyang Yi had already used all his strength the moment he took out the sword, and the speed of the sword had already exceeded before, and even exceeded his original level. The sword shadow was overwhelming, enveloping the entire space in front of Zeng Zichen.

The air made a continuous tearing sound.

These four swords are not only deadly, but also gorgeous.

At this moment, Zeng Zichen's calm and deep eyes flashed for the first time.

Zeng Zichen's body fell backwards, his arm shook, and the sword was like a Tissot, and he pointed it with a sword.

I heard only four crisp metal knocks!"Ding!Ding!Ding!"

These swords, like chestnuts in the fire, directly took the weakest place of the long sword in Ouyang Yi's hand!

Ouyang Yi was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, the long sword stabbed forward, and his body was already in mid-air, but the figure just ran forward two zhang before it came to an abrupt stop, leaving a stunned face! The people on the periphery were all confused, but the next moment, with a crisp sound of "ding!" came into everyone's ears, and then in everyone's shocked eyes, the long sword in Ouyang Yi's hand was suddenly broken into several pieces! "Bang!" A few sounds fell to the ground, waking up the world, and causing a commotion!

In the field, perhaps Zeng Zichen and the advanced cultivation of Blue Dye understood the reason why Ouyang Yi's long sword was broken. Although Lan Ran was not a swordsman, he also understood that from the moment Ouyang Yi took out the sword, he knew that Ouyang Yi was the sword of killing and punishment, fierce and fast, and burst out with all his might, and the emphasis was on the fact that if the sword did not die, it would be seriously injured!

Under the four swords, they not only avoided Ouyang Yi's menacing life-killing sword, but also pointed at the most vulnerable place where Ouyang Yi took out the sword body. Naturally, this is the current situation. It's just that......

Thinking of this, Lan Ran couldn't help but look at the long sword held by Zeng Zichen in his right hand, looked at it for a long time, and secretly said in his heart. However, when he looked at Zeng Zichen again, there was already a different kind of brilliance in his eyes.

Ouyang Yi was stunned for a while, and then returned to normal, but his eyes were full of admiration and solemnity when he looked at Zeng Zichen. He pulled the remaining hilt of the sword in his hand into a sword flower, and immediately threw it to the side, and the hilt of the sword, which had no sharpness at all, sank straight into the ground for three points!

"This son's vision is really powerful, with a sword, I have lost, but I haven't lost the battle between life and death!" Ouyang Yi turned his grip into a palm, sweeping the dust and sand all over the ground, and the palm wind was vivid.

Zeng Zichen's eyes froze, a sword roared, and the long sword in his hand plunged straight into Li Youran's scabbard outside the arena like an arrow from Xuan. Li Youran seemed to feel something, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes when he looked at Zeng Zichen!

Ouyang Yi frowned slightly, "Did you misunderstand something!?I said that I lost in the way of the sword, but for me, the sword is just a tool for killing, that's all!"

"Swordsman, can't you kill without a sword in your hand?" Zeng Zichen's voice was gentle, revealing a kind of domineering, but also a kind of loneliness that opponents could not find.

Zeng Zichen raised his eyes, his breath was as calm as water, and he was obviously standing in front of him, but it made people feel more and more unfathomable.

Zeng Zichen sighed secretly in his heart, Dugu seeks defeat, what a Dugu seeks defeat, Dugu is invincible! At the thought of it, the whole audience was in an uproar, just because the sword bearer felt that the long sword in his hand was trembling, as if he was facing a king, and the ten thousand swords let out a soft groan, resounding for dozens of miles.

One after another, eyes full of horror looked at Zeng Zichen without blinking.