After the two exchanged salutes, they each took a step back.

Nangong Yao took the lead in showing his weapon and said, "This sword is called Qiushui Sword, the best treasure, and it is an adult gift given to me by my predecessors of the Heavenly Dao Sect. ”

Nangong Yao held a three-foot sword peak, two fingers wide, and the sword body was shiny, like autumn water.

It's a good sword.

Long Yifan stretched out his hand, Yuan Li turned into solid, and a spear was in his hand.

Gently erected under the stage, the table shook slightly, and said: "The head of the high-grade spirit weapon has been a bet, so I have no weapons to use, and I can only use the Yuan Force weapon." ”

"Although the Yuan Force Weapon, it fits with the high-grade spirit weapon, so I don't mean to despise you. ”

After Long Yifan said the Yuan Li Transformer, he saw that Nangong Yao wanted to speak, so he immediately explained.

Nangong Yao carefully looked at Long Yifan and the Qi Transformation Dragon Spear and confirmed that it was as he said.

Nodding his head, he said, "Then let's get started." ”

After finishing speaking, the momentum of the mid-stage realm of Jindan spread out in all directions.

For a while, except for Chen Luping and Jing'er, everyone else in the audience involuntarily took a few steps back.

The coercion of the middle stage of Jindan is difficult to resist when it turns into gas and below.

Long Yifan still has no momentum fluctuation, and the coercion in the middle of this golden pill is like a breeze passing over the post, and I am self-assured.

Seeing him so indifferent, Nangong Yao was shocked in his heart: the coercion just now had been suppressed, and he felt like entering a sea of mud, and it was like sitting on a mountain in front of him, unloading all his strength.

This makes him so strong, and he strikes first.

I saw his sword body moving forward, and the people and swords rushed over, and the tip of the sword carried a palpitating Yuan Li wave.

The battle between the Kaifu Realm and the Body Refining Realm is completely different, simplifying the complex, and the Yuan Force can be turned into any substantive attack.

Long Yifan shook the spear, then held the spear with both hands, and stretched straight forward, the black tip of the spear seemed to devour everything in front of him.

"Boom!"

Yuan Force Collision!

The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword are against each other, like a-for-tat against a wheat.

The two are inseparable at the touch of a button.

The first trick is that both sides are tentative.

Nangong Yao rose up and flew into the air, while Long Yifan also kicked his right foot, and even jumped into the air with a gun.

Nangong Yao held the Qiushui Sword high, and the tip of the sword gathered terrifying Yuan Force, waiting for the Yuan Force to reach its peak.

Only to hear him say:

"A line of heavenly sword duel, open the mountain!"

An unrivaled sword slashed down at Long Yifan.

Its potential can open the mountain.

The people in the audience saw such a terrifying sword, their eyes widened, revealing disbelief.

How can it be so strong.

Long Yifan, before the sword was chopped, was already prepared.

This was his first weapon battle, and it was also the first actual battle in which he was shot in a sky-splitting battle.

I saw the black dragon spear from the bottom up, and the golden yuan force at the tip of the spear "sizzled".

Whisper:

"Eight Heavenly Dragons, Dragons Fight in the Wild!"

A purple Aaron-shaped spear with thunder and lightning rushed from the bottom to the top.

"Boom!"

A collision sounded in the air, even farther than before.

The two were shaken by the air and retreated a few meters.

One trick is not finished, the second trick comes again,

Nangong Yao's sword body swept horizontally, from left to right, towards the position in the air where Long Yifan was.

"A line of heavenly sword decisive peak!"

A sword that was stronger than just now swept across the air again.

Good come, Long Yifan said secretly in his heart.

Holding the dragon spear with both hands, the body soared upwards again, and the spear smashed the sword with the person.

"Eight Heavenly Dragons, see the dragon in the sky!"

The thunderbolt dragon-type spear descended from the sky, directly slashing at the sword and the sword body.

"Boom!" "Ding!"

The gun and the sword collide, and the gun body and the sword body meet.

Still evenly matched.

However, Chen Luping suddenly smiled, and said secretly in his heart: Good boy, you are the Nangong boy practicing guns.

And so it is.

Every time, Nangong Yao made the first move, Long Yifan responded, and in the end, it ended in a draw every time.

Only he and Jing'er were present to see it.

Jing'er is no longer worried about Long Yifan at all.

Then dozens of moves were made in the air, and Long Yifan did not use the first and last moves, and all the other eight Tianlong six moves were used.

And Nangong Yao did his best, and the first-line heavenly sword duel made one move after another:

"A glimmer of heaven, intercept the flow!"

"A glimmer of sky, covering the sea!"

"A glimmer of heaven, Thorn Peak!"

......

For each of his moves, Long Yifan can send eight heavenly dragons to deal with them, even if they are the same moves, the changes are also different.

This made Nangong Yao a little anxious and a little flustered.

How can anyone in the mortal realm be so strong?

How could there be such a subtle battle technique in several realms?

The more I fight, the less confident I feel in my heart.

The more I fight, the more angry my heart becomes.

Helpless, I have done my best, unless......

Nangong Yao was ruthless in his heart, only with that move could he be sure of victory.

After a hundred moves, Nangong Yao paused for a moment and stood in the air, his eyes were no longer as confident as before, but solemn.

He stared at Long Yifan and said: "Long Yifan, you let me see your strength, let me underestimate this mortal world, I have a move, but I haven't practiced it safely, how about our last move?"

Long Yifan saw that he was so serious, presumably this should be the last trick.

He nodded and said, "Okay, one move will determine the winner!"

Nangong Yao said seriously: "I haven't mastered this move safely, and I can't control the strength, so if you lose, you may be seriously injured and die!"

Long Yifan's image of Nangong Yao in his heart has changed safely at this time, he is very good, he has not moved to kill until now, let alone killed people, and there are a few times when he secretly collects some strength.

It can be seen that this person has a good heart and is worth befriending.

Long Yifan smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Nangong, even if you come, this battle is very cool, if I lose, I shouldn't die, and I don't blame my brother for being injured." ”

Long Yifan was very confident, in the battle just now, he really didn't try his best, he was indeed trying his moves.

It's not bad, after this battle, his understanding of the Eight Heavenly Dragons has deepened again.

Nangong Yao saw that he was so confident, his strength might still be above him, and the last move, if he lost, he would be convinced.

Nangong Yao nodded solemnly, slowly raised the Qiushui Sword, and then his body rotated extremely quickly, pointing his sword at the sky.

All the Yuan Force of the whole body converges at the head of the sword, and after the speed reaches the extreme, the human sword is one.

Turned into a brilliant sword light, rotated and shot towards the upper right, waiting to be moved to Long Yifan's back, accelerated, and the sword light of the human sword was one.

This sword is called Broken Mountain.

Even mountains can be shattered, how powerful?

Long Yifan finally got serious, fired two shots in a row, one shot at the sky, and the figure retreated slightly with a semicircle and then slashed directly.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

"The dragon wags its tail!"

"Roaring ......"

Another jet-black spear light smashed towards the sword light.

The two moves were completed in a very short time, and as soon as the roar came out, the sword light was obviously stagnant.

It was this moment of stagnation in the air, and the gun light and the gun body smashed on the sword light of the human sword.

"Bang ......"

With a loud bang, the sword light dissipated, and a figure smashed towards the stage, and the Qiushui Sword was also forced to take off and fly to the side.

"Ding!"

"Bang ......"

The sword fell to the ground, and the man smashed the platform.

Nangong Yao was smashed on his body by the gun, and his hand could no longer hold the sword, and finally smashed it into the audience.

Resisting the sharp pain in his chest and a mouthful of backlash, he struggled to get up.

"Poof......

The blood finally couldn't help but spurt out, and the body also knelt on one knee, supporting the ground with one hand.

The blood came out, and the qi was smoothed a lot.

Lost, lost badly, Nangong Yao smiled bitterly.

Thinking back to the last move, if he hadn't shown mercy to his men at the last moment, he might have been a corpse at this time.

He struggled to get up, Long Yifan had already landed on the ground and quickly helped him up, and said, "Brother Nangong, are you okay?"

Seeing Long Yifan's genuine concern, the corners of Nangong Yao's mouth lifted and said:

"I lost!"