Facing Fu Qingheng, the top powerhouse in the top of the third layer of the Venerable Realm, Su Xuan would naturally get serious, at least, it would not be like facing Gao Lang and Sun Kun before, he didn't even take out one-tenth of his strength, and even, just playing and playing.

In the face of Fu Qingheng, Su Xuan's energy and spirit were concentrated in an instant, and the whole person was completely in a state of battle, this state he hadn't experienced for a long, long time.

Swish!

Sword movement.

The quick word sword is used.

How can it be said quickly, the blood-colored light, like an illusion, flashes away, not to mention the eyes, even if it is divine thoughts and perceptions, it is difficult to react in such a short period of one-tenth of the time.

However, at the same time that Su Xuan's sword flew out, he couldn't feel any sharp smell around, let alone the smell of the sword, and it was inexplicably quiet.

Not even, there was not even a sword sound.

But the more this is the case, the more Fu Qingheng is shocked!!

It is very difficult, very difficult to completely condense and compress the momentum and edge of the sword, and then, in the extreme time, explode instantaneously.

This kind of attack will hardly let the sword waste even a trace of energy and attack power in the air, until it hits the target, it will completely explode, and the attack power of the sword will be stored to the peak to the greatest extent.

To tell the truth, for the control of the sword, in the understanding of the way of the sword, the entire Kunlun Mountain, including the older generation, can achieve such a step, and there is no more than one hand.

And what made Fu Qing's scalp tingle even more was that Su Xuan's sword was fast, faster than the speed in the ordinary sense, and there was a bit of a teleportation flavor in his mind, and even an idea was inexplicably born in his mind———— Su Xuan's sword seemed to have mastered the laws of space.

As soon as this thought appeared, Fu Qingheng was almost frightened.

Because, the law of space is a legend, at least, according to the introduction of the "Kunlun Chronicles", the last martial arts cultivator who mastered the law was an era when the earth was bursting with aura ten thousand years ago.

"How is this possible?!" Fu Qingheng only bit his tongue fiercely in that extreme time, almost biting off his tongue, and barely kept his calm.

And between the lightning and flint, Fu Qingheng is Fu Qingheng in the end.

As the top powerhouse of Kunlun Mountain, as one of the few Venerable-level martial arts cultivators in Kunlun Mountain, his combat strength is displayed at a glance.

Raising his hand, in that extremely short time, the same sword came out sideways, facing him head-on.

Don't underestimate Fu Qingheng's seemingly flustered and unprepared sword, but if it is someone else, even if it is Tang Yanqiu, it is difficult to use the sword in such a short period of time, and he can only retreat from the edge of Su Xuan's sword.

Moreover, Su Xuan's sword is so subtle and silent, it can be said that it is shadowless and secluded like a ghost, but Fu Qingheng's sword against him happened to be head-on and extremely accurate, which is enough to show how good Fu Qingheng's eyesight and combat intuition are.

"The Venerable Realm, it is indeed the Venerable Realm. Su Xuan's heart was bright, and there was a hint of surprise, but he was not surprised, he had never underestimated the existence of the Venerable Realm, especially the master of a sect.

This is the moment.

Bite!

The dazzling sword light, the dazzling color of light in the air.

Su Xuan's sword is blood-colored.

And Fu Qingheng is cyan.

The blue and red are intertwined, giving people a piercing bewitchment, and the charm seems to merge into the air......

And the space, at the point of collision of the two swords, there was clearly a violent tremor, and it looked like the space was going to be torn apart.

The staggered edges of the two swords pushed sideways towards the surroundings.

Everywhere he went, he was strangled and slaughtered.

It gives people the smell of a hanging sword falling on the head.

Of course, none of this matters, what matters is ......

Those martial arts cultivators who didn't react until this moment, and were extremely shocked by Su Xuan's crazy onlookers, were already a little frightened and wanted to be incontinent at this moment.

I can't accept that Su Xuan dares to point at Fu Qingheng, but what about in front of him? Su Xuan not only pointed at Fu Qingheng, but also the two of them fought each other, and Su Xuan actually ...... Unexpectedly...... It didn't fall behind!!

Yes!

Do not fall behind.

The staggering of the two swords disappeared in a flash, but it still fell into the eyes of everyone present.

The blue and red light disappeared almost at the same time.

No one has overpowered anyone.

That is, equally!!

Su Xuan, this young and excessively young generation of boys, actually ...... It was on an equal footing with Fu Qingheng, one of the four major sects, the sect master of the Jiuyan Sect.

How do you make people accept?

This kind of shock is like the sky has collapsed.

For example, Tang Yanqiu, a strong man of the older generation, at this moment, is crumbling, and the martial arts worldview is completely shattered.

You must know that even if Tang Yanqiu herself is standing in front of Fu Qingheng, it can be said that it is difficult to even make a move, because, the fear in her bones, even if she really makes a move, she probably won't be able to catch Fu Qingheng with a single move.

Compare Su Xuan.

Tang Yanqiu couldn't wait to commit suicide with that infinite shock and horror at this moment, because she had lived to a dog in her life.

"Huh?" In fact, even Fu Qingheng himself was so frightened that his breath trembled slightly.

Flat autumn colors?!

He couldn't take it.

Meanwhile.

Su Xuan, continue to draw the sword.

This time, it's no longer a sword.

It's a lot of swords.

It's no longer a frontal sword.

Su Xuan was like a ghost, suddenly appearing on Fu Qingheng's left, and then suddenly on Fu Qingheng's right, or above Fu Qingheng's head, or on the side.

in all directions.

It's like a hallucination.

Every time he appeared, Su Xuan locked on Fu Qingheng and came with a sword.

It's a mad dog!!

It's just crazy.

Because, if you change a person, you will never be able to make a sword without stopping, what do you think is a sword? It requires the communication of swordsmanship and vitality, the fusion of sword momentum and sword mang, it requires full strength, and it requires the integration of spirit and spirit.

In general, for sword cultivation, basically, fighting with people, that is, playing the sword three or two times in a row, if you can kill the other party in seconds, you will win, if you can't, you should almost find a way to retreat, which means that you are not the opponent of the other party.

It is impossible to keep out the sword like this, because, for ordinary sword cultivators, starting from the third sword of continuous sword, the sword is unstable, the sword heart is unstable, and the sword momentum is unstable, and if you continue to play the fourth and fifth swords, it will only get weaker and weaker, and there is no threat at all.

But what about Su Xuan?!

In the blink of an eye, Fu Qingheng felt a simultaneous attack from all directions around him, no less than thirty sword rays.

The most terrifying thing is that it is exactly the same as seeing a ghost, and the feeling given to him by this sword attack that is no less than thirty Dao is exactly the same......

In other words, Su Xuan's thirty swords in a row were all kept at their peak, and none of them were counted.

Fu Qingheng's scalp began to tingle.

He even felt that Su Xuan was not a human at all!

Humans, you can't do that.