032 Playing to Death You

Generally speaking, when cultivating to the early stage of the Ning Yuan Realm, after the seed of the Yuan Spirit is born in the body, it can have the ability to release the aura, which can not only drive things away from the air, but also give birth to the sixth sense in addition to the five senses: the external divine sense, which is of great help to the duel between masters who are getting faster and faster in attack and defense.

From this aspect, Bu Qingyang is obviously at a disadvantage, if he wants to eliminate the strength gap caused by the generation gap, he must have other strengths to make up for it, such as the bull-like physique, and then the wind and thunder twin spirit veins that have just awakened.

"Bu Qingyang, I won't give you any chance!" Ten zhang away is the best distance for a flying sword attack, at this moment, Han Xiaoxuan is standing twenty zhang away from Bu Qingyang, if Bu Qingyang wants to launch a melee attack, he must first break through the death distance of more than ten zhang, there, Han Xiaoxuan is ready to let the opponent taste the power of his Xuanying Sword!

"Come on, you can't withstand the attack of my flying sword, otherwise, let you try it first!" As he spoke, the sword above Han Xiaoxuan's head suddenly disappeared.

"Bang!" After a very slight sound of breaking the air, Bu Qingyang only felt an itch on his left arm, and he slapped the blood with his hand, it turned out that the Xuanying Sword had silently cut a not shallow hole in his left arm, and the blood was gurgling out!

"How about it? I just tried it a little, if you think you can still carry a few more swords, then let the horse come!"

This flying sword is indeed fast, the distance of twenty zhang is almost in the blink of an eye, and it is silent, and it is impossible to prevent it.

The most effective way to deal with the flying sword is the external divine sense, which can see its flight trajectory and judge the direction of the attack, but unfortunately Bu Qingyang does not have it.

He looked up at the flying sword, only to see that it drew a dazzling arc in the air, and in order to confuse his vision, Han Xiaoxuan also used the flying sword's extremely fast speed advantage to create two afterimages, making it look like two flying swords were attacking him.

Bu Qingyang looked at his opponent again, twenty zhang away, Han Xiaoxuan seemed to feel very safe, only he beat others, but others couldn't hurt him!

"Twenty zhang, don't run if you stand!" Bu Qingyang muttered coldly, his legs suddenly exerted force, and he rushed towards Han Xiaoxuan!

"Look for death!" Han Xiaoxuan shouted, and the flying sword fell directly in front of Bu Qingyang, directly attacking his front door and chest, with the purpose of forcing the opponent to stop and defend.

Bu Qingyang didn't stop, his eyes were fixed on the incoming flying sword, in his sight, he only saw two blurred phantoms, due to the extremely fast speed, he couldn't even see where the flying sword was!

The flying sword arrived in the blink of an eye, and the side of the swift Bu Qingyang Meng let go of the phantom shadow in the front of the attack, and at the same time, the short sword in his right hand swung up, smashing into the flying sword in front of the attack.

"Huh!" The sword smashed into the air, it turned out to be empty, and the flying sword on the front chest was real, although he let the vital point in his chest, but the sharp blade still cut a deep wound on his chest, and the blood immediately stained his clothes!

But Bu Qingyang* didn't care about the sword wound on his chest at all, he didn't stop at his feet, and he still rushed towards his opponent quickly!

It's closer!

Han Xiaoxuan's eyebrows raised, he didn't expect the brute bull on the other side to be so beaten!

"I'll let you rush! Look at the sword!" he pinched his hands, and the flying sword struck from behind Bu Qingyang in an instant, stabbing at his ribs from the left and right sides, this position was the most difficult to dodge.

If Bu Qingyang wants to turn back and defend, he must slow down, and once he is dragged by the flying sword, he will never be able to get close to the opponent, and he will never have a chance to fight back!

So he didn't look back, he still stepped forward, but when the left and right flying swords approached, it was as if he had eyes on his back, and the short sword in his right hand smashed into the flying sword on the right, and the flying sword on the left side ignored it at all!

"Huh!" The short sword smashed into the air again, the sword on the left side was the real sword, and at the moment when the tip of the sword cut through the flesh on his waist, a white dazzling spot suddenly appeared on Bu Qingyang's waist and abdomen, which was able to resist the tip of the sword, but the flying sword was fast and heavy, and the tip of the sword still pierced half an inch!

Bu Qingyang swung his sword and smashed it to the left, and the flying sword dodged into the air with a flash.

"Poof!" A stream of blood gushed out, and under the drive of Bu Qingyang's rushing body, a bright red rainbow was drawn!

It's another battle!

Han Xiaoxuan's brows furrowed slightly.

He thought that the sword was enough to pierce the opponent through a hole, but he never expected that the kid's skin and flesh would be so strong, and the flying sword only pierced half an inch into it!

And what made him even more speechless was that the flying sword pierced his body was a fatal injury, why didn't the elder on duty come to the rescue? As long as the elder made a move, then he would definitely win!

How did he know that the elder on duty had no intention of rescuing Bu Qingyang at all.

Now the distance between the two is only eighteen zhang, and the kid is still rushing here, do you want to retreat?

"I'll poke a hundred holes in your body first!" He gritted his teeth, frantically used his hands to attack the flying sword like a raindrop!

"Click...... "Click" is just a blink of an eye, and there are more than a dozen wounds on Bu Qingyang's body, although the injury is not fatal under the protection of the white aura, but so many wounds are gushing blood one by one, making him a bloody man all over his body, it is terrifying!

But in fact, when he hit here, he had a better chance of winning the more he fought, although the flying sword attack became more and more violent, but Bu Qingyang had already been tricked to identify the sword trace, that is, the sound of the flying sword breaking through the sky.

Anything flying quickly in the air has to make a sound of breaking the sky, although the sound of breaking the sky made by the Xuanying Flying Sword is faint, and it is greatly disturbed by the mountain wind, but his hearing is far different from ordinary people, after more than a dozen rounds of testing, he can now basically judge the trajectory of the flying sword, and it is not affected by the false sound made by Han Xiaoxuan!

He stepped forward 1 zhang again!

Han Xiaoxuan's offensive became more and more fierce, and he didn't believe that this guy's body could carry a few swords!

"There are still 17 zhang away, I see if you can withstand a hundred swords!"

The flying sword once again attacked Bu Qingyang's two ribs from the left and right sides, and the opponent in this place had already taken several swords from him, if he poked it a few more times, he would have to see what the reaction of that brute bull was!

"Hoo ......"

"Whew......"

Two different whistling sounds came separately, between the lightning and flint, Bu Qingyang quickly made a judgment, this side is virtual, that side is real! I saw that he ignored the flying sword on the right, and with a wave of the short sword, it smashed into the phantom on the left.

"Click!"

Hit!

But the strength was a little weak, it turned out to be smashed on the tip of the sword, the flying sword that came was smashed into the tip of the sword, and immediately flipped in the air, Bu Qingyang picked it up casually, and the sword surface of the short sword was attached to the flying sword, and it was thrown far away!

The flying sword rolled and was thrown a hundred feet away!

"Ahh

There are still 15 zhang left!

Although it was still within the optimal attack range of the flying sword, Han Xiaoxuan's psychological defense line had begun to weaken.

"Smack!" When the flying sword was smashed by Bu Qingyang again, and the other party stepped into 2 zhang, he was completely anxious.

11 zhang!

"Xuanying Sword Qi!" His momentum skyrocketed, his hands danced like rotors, and the aura on his body emitted bursts of invisible fluctuations, and then looked at the flying sword, and a flowing aura ripple immediately appeared on the sword body, forming a complex formation pattern, and then suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and came towards Bu Qingyang's head!

The so-called sword qi is a combination of the doppelganger of the magic weapon and the sword intent of the cultivator, its power is no less than the magic weapon flying sword itself, hundreds of sword qi cover Bu Qingyang, if it is covered, no matter how much white aura Bu Qingyang has, no matter how hard the body, I am afraid it will be stabbed into a hedgehog!

But this sword qi is not something that can be sent out normally, it is extremely powerful, but it is extremely consuming of the cultivator's aura, even if Han Xiaoxuan, an elite disciple of the family, has a strong foundation and sufficient spiritual energy reserves, he can't withstand this kind of big loss, after all, the realm has not yet arrived, it is just a transcendent force.

The speed of those sword qi was faster than that of flying swords, and Bu Qingyang had no way to dodge, and he was about to be covered!

Suddenly, Bu Qingyang's feet moved slightly, and a very low whistling sound came, mixed with thunder and tiger roar, his body suddenly disappeared, between the lightning and flint, those sword qi pierced into the air, there was a crackling sound, and holes were drilled out of the hard rock ground.

Han Xiaoxuan was so ruthless that he wanted to put Qingyang to death, so he used enough aura to induce, but unfortunately all of them hit the ground, splashing bursts of dust!

Bu Qingyang dodged this time, using the wind and thunder two spirit veins in his feet, the wind and thunder were linked, and the speed was so fast that even the Yuanying-level elder on duty didn't see it clearly for a while, and thought he was dazzled!

Looking at that step Qingyang again, after avoiding the sword qi, at this time, he had already jumped high in the air, and the iron sword in his hand was aimed at the Xuanying Flying Sword that he had captured the traces of, and slashed it fiercely!

"Smack!" The flying sword was cut squarely, and it fell to the ground with a bang, Han Xiaoxuan was in a hurry, and hurriedly wanted to regain the flying sword, just erected the flying sword, who knew that Bu Qingyang's iron sword had arrived again, after a loud "......bang", the powerful Bu Qingyang actually smashed the flying sword into the rock like an iron nail, no matter how Han Xiaoxuan drove it, he could no longer move Banhao!

Bu Qingyang raised his head violently, and his gaze approached Han Xiaoxuan!

"Wow......" Han Xiaoxuan hugged his sword and ran!

9 zhang has completely broken through his mental defense.

Although Bu Qingyang stood still, Han Xiaoxuan didn't stop, he was afraid that Bu Qingyang would catch up and give him a sword!

This unbeatable guy is like a devil in his eyes, covered in blood and hideous, and has completely crushed his will to fight!

"Bu Qingyang has won 3 games in a row!" the elder on duty reluctantly announced the result.

The audience under the "Boom ......" ring exploded, Bu Qingyang didn't rely on any sneak attack to win this time, he was tough and defeated his opponent step by step!

Everyone saw this battle in their eyes, and they saw it really, that step Qingyang, an unknown stunned boy, he already had the combat power to carry it hard with the elite disciples of the family!