It is still the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Realm above the Nine Heavens, the Nine Clouds Hall that is admired by thousands of people, and it has been a year since the last time the two competed.

A year ago, Zhan Qinghuang won the competition with his right-handed sword, but he chose to darken his left-handed sword and left the martyrdom of his right-handed sword to Cang Yuluan. This is Cang Yuluan's strategy, but it is also Zhan Qinghuang's victory.

The time of the year is fleeting, the same place, the same people, but the result, what will happen?

The Heavenly Emperor, who had been sitting upright on the throne, had no age or expression on his face, as if he was indifferent to the result, or had already known the result.

Maybe the result is not so important to him, maybe it's because the strength of Zhan Qinghuang and Cang Yuluan is only between them, and victory or defeat is just a thought; Maybe it's because whoever wins is the heir of his Feather Clan, the warrior of his Heavenly Realm.

A year ago they had enough to take his sword, and in time they would be able to take his crown.

He has been sitting on this throne for thousands of years, and if he wants to plan something, it is time for him to achieve something.

"Quiet." He stood up, and his voice was like Qingyue Fanbai, bringing his aura that was soft like a winged wind, but enough to shock the Five Realms, to the ears of everyone present.

Suddenly, everything was silent, and the hall was silent.

"Today is the day of our clan's inheritance, and it is also the time for me to step down as the Emperor of Heaven. I will test my performance and pass on the 'Emperor Ling' to you both. I have already decided this matter, and no one needs to discuss it again! ”

The last sentence was for those elders, and after staying in this position for many years, he was tired of listening to their words.

With that, he sat down again, knowing that perhaps this was the last time he would speak in this capacity.

Emperor Ling, it is rumored that the spirit of the ancestor of the Yu clan turned into a divine feather, while finding a new master, Emperor Ling will infuse all the pure spiritual power contained in his own body into the master's body, after which it will wither and wither, until the master sets foot in the extreme realm, it will grow out of the master again, waiting for the master to pass it on to the next one.

Because of this characteristic, Emperor Ling has become a token of every Heavenly Emperor. And now, Luan Jiuhuang is determined to pass it on.

"No, Your Majesty."

The two girls who were already standing in the main hall were the Zhanhuang Fairy and the Cangluan Fairy who were amazing in the eyes of the gods of the heavenly realm.

A year is not worth mentioning for the Celestial Clan, which has a long life, so the last duel between the two is still talked about today.

And now, they are once again standing on the same martial arts field, and on the stone pillar, the sword marks left by the last competition are still vivid.

"Luan, let's get started."

I saw Zhan Qinghuang's feet tap the ground lightly, leaping into the air, and the slender and gorgeous wings behind him suddenly opened, its color was as blue as dawn glass, and it was dyed red like a glow along the veins at the end of the feather.

Not only her eyes, but her wings were also stained with the blood of her kind, which gave her hatred and strength.

She waved her hand at first, and the sheath was darkly unsheathed. Zhan Qinghuang held the sword in his right hand and pointed the blade of the sword at Cang Yuluan, and the phoenix with wings on the sword body almost came to life, and the wingtips seemed to be dyed with the same vermilion as the master.

The original aura of outstanding atmosphere is even more prosperous at this moment, almost like a genuine vermilion bird wandering among the nine clouds.

Cang Yuluan didn't speak, in the face of this powerful aura that was enough to make everyone present except the Innate Emperor fearful, she didn't hesitate at all, and the martyrdom instantly appeared in her hand, and the coercion that forced people to almost breathe suddenly lightened.

No one wants to go head-to-head with an imposing Phoenix Veiner, and she must win with speed.

As soon as her mind moved, Cang Yuluan rushed towards Zhan Qinghuang, compared to the phoenix vein that was longer than the strength, the Luan vein was slightly inferior but lighter and faster, plus she practiced the top "Xun Yu Soaring Dust" footwork of the Yu Clan, and after the heavenly thunder washed the marrow, at this moment, the speed alone has almost torn the space.

That's too fast, because her body is extremely fast, so the afterimage that fell behind her freezes and then disappears, but the process seems sluggish, so fast that even the Emperor of Heaven can't help but praise, so fast that even Zhan Qinghuang can only give up all means to meet the collision with Cang Yuluan.

"Boom!" The huge air wave generated by the collision swept the whole field, and the originally thin clouds in the sky were all crushed, revealing a clear and clear sky.

The qi wave was far away, and I saw a cyan figure also flying out upside down, it was Zhan Qinghuang.

Even her face was not so good when she was caught off guard and took the blow hard.

She flapped her wings violently, barely steadying her body in mid-air, and the tiger's mouth was already shocked out of the Dao red crack, and blood beads snaked down the phoenix wings on the sword grid.

The left-handed sword is light and agile and good at skill, and even if she is a divine sword, she is also out of the trap, and there is no weapon that is enough to take advantage of, even if she is difficult to use the head-on confrontation that the Phoenix clan is good at, it will be difficult to gain the upper hand.

But even so, Zhan Qinghuang's face still didn't show any annoyance, and the light of those eyes was quiet and bright, almost reflecting the shadow of Cang Yuluan, who was far away from her.

The Yu clan was born with a love for beauty, and some people once suspected that a woman with a pure and indifferent temperament like Cang Yuluan, as white and fragile as ice jade glass, even if she could use the amazing swordsmanship of the reverse Yu Jingluan, I am afraid it would be difficult to match the majestic martyrdom.

But the rain that appeared in front of them today shattered all the questioning language.

She is still so pure and indifferent, compared to Zhan Qinghuang, who urgently needs to be adjusted, there is no trace of battle on her body, and even the slightly complicated style of hair bun is not messed up at all; She is still so white, with white hair and white clothes, and blue and white wings, but at this moment, she is so dazzling because of the reflection of the sky that people can't bear to look at directly.

The martyrdom in her hand is extremely powerful, the sword body phoenix seems to be soaring into the sky in the next second, and the blue and gold sword body exudes a scorching brilliance, which almost hurts faintly in everyone's eyes, and is in awe, but in her hands it is reduced to a foil.

All the colors in this world are ultimately subservient to her pure whiteness.

But in an instant, the battle resumed.

Cang Yuluan saw that Zhan Qinghuang was about to rush over, but her figure did not advance but retreated, unloading her wave of forward momentum, and the martyrdom in her hand instantly thundered and lightning.

What she didn't say to Du Er and Yisuan that day was that if she could absorb the power of thunder and lightning for her own use, then she would have no opponents within the Yu Clan and under the Purple Realm!

"Slash the Reverse Feather Shock!"

The martyrdom drew a cross in the air, and the blue and white sword qi turned into Qingluan's wings, which suddenly bloomed on the martial arts arena. Compared with a year ago, today's "Reverse Feather Shock" sword aura is faintly thunderous, and the momentum is a little more domineering than thunder and lightning.

The audience was in an uproar.