"Yes, he is a cultivator like His Highness."

"Learning swords in Ziyang Academy, I heard that the talent is good, but it can't be compared with His Highness."

"This ...... It's too precious! Isn't this the sword that Your Highness won in a contest with the Xiliang Sword Pavilion? ”

"I heard that you almost lost your life because of that competition, he is only a five-year-old child, how can he afford to be ......"

"Since he is a gifted child, he naturally has to be given a famous sword."

"This ...... I really deserve it, and I will let that kid cherish this sword in the future. ”

"What's the name of this sword?"

"Cold Moon."

Cold Moon.

It's called that name.

Zhu Luan clenched the long sword that had briefly stayed in his hand and placed it across his chest along with the naked sword.

When the sun and moon were in the sky, the heavens and the earth seemed to change color, the martial arts stage was as bright as day, and the two swords emitted endless blazing light on the girl's fingers.

The pressure of the black sword light seemed to weaken for a moment.

"This sword ......," the man in black muttered, "I almost forgot that I was here." ”

The audience was also shocked by this scene and was speechless.

"Why...... The Cold Moon will ......" Hong Shan shouted distractedly, and the teenagers who knew Duan Lizheng's love sword on the side also lost their words.

The scene before us is a new miracle.

"But it's still not enough......" In the pavilion on the mountainside, Monk Xuezhai looked at all this with a complicated expression.

It was only a brief weakening, and in the next moment, the black sword light swelled again as if it had been stimulated.

Looking at the scorching sun that was gradually overwhelmed by the night, the people who watched all this were either desperate, or regretful, or began to mourn in advance.

This woman is truly remarkable.

But under the pressure of the absolute realm gap, no matter how subtle the means, it is meaningless.

Because the true element is not enough.

Dealing with the cultivators of the Transformation Yuan Realm is as simple as crushing an ant, as long as the True Yuan is suppressed.

As if to tell of this desperate gap, the black sword light became more and more rampant, and the sword light of Akako and Cold Moon was about to be swallowed.

At this moment, the sound of rolling thunder suddenly sounded in people's ears.

The vitality of heaven and earth roared from all directions.

This is a scene that everyone has seen.

There was a gaba sound from the observation deck, and the handle of Princess Jinyang's chair was broken, and she got up.

"No...... Don't ......" The woman's expression had never been so alarmed.

"No...... Don't do it," Princess Jinyang covered her mouth and trembled.

It's going to kill her!

Duan Lizheng's pupils shrank.

This woman actually forcibly promoted the true yuan at this time and tried to break through the realm again!

If he had met someone else at another time or place, he would have appreciated his opponent's strong will and courage.

But this woman, her mental power is already enough, she is not breaking the realm, but gambling with her life!

In the absence of true yuan now, she actually plans to attack the ascending pole!

Her muscles and veins can't withstand the pressure of ascending to the Extreme Realm!

Duan Lizheng knew very well that if he could do it, even if there was a big risk, as long as it was not the risk of losing her life, this woman would definitely hit the pole before the battle.

She's such a person.

But she didn't do it for a long time, which means that her body doesn't allow it!

A terrifying wind sounded in Duan Lizheng's ears, and Duan Lizheng heard the creaking sound of the bones in the girl's body.

Above his head was the roaring heaven and earth vitality, and in front of him was a murderous sword light.

In such a desperate situation, Duan Lizheng tilted his head slightly.

Duan Lizheng saw her expression, and saw that she was as calm and firm as ever between her eyebrows.

Looking at the girl holding the sword in front of him, in just a moment, he even seemed to see the spirit of dominating the world.

She never took a step back, holding him back, as if protecting something that would never give up.

Even at a huge cost.

Duan Lizheng closed his eyes.

Then he held out his hand.

……

……

Zhu Luan could hear the wailing of this body, but he couldn't hear anything else.

Sure enough, the realm is still not enough.

She thought to herself indifferently as she felt the pain in her meridians.

No matter how many swordsmanship she used, she couldn't defeat the Grandmaster's True Yuan, which was deeper than the sea.

In front of the public, I am afraid that there are not many people in the Huayuan Realm who have inherited the true yuan of the Grandmaster head-on.

She was not a person who could see life and death and nothingness, but there was no other way at this time.

Even if she hadn't used all her means, even if she could dodge at the last moment, it would be impossible for the seriously injured teenager behind her to dodge.

He was an innocent young man, and he was provoked by the possibility of a grandmaster who would attack cultivators below the Unclear Realm......

It should be infinitely close to zero.

The cold moon whispered in her hands.

Indeed, as his brother said, he was a good boy with gifts.

A faint hint of helplessness flashed in Zhu Luan's eyes, but then he became firm.

Saying......

It hurt a lot more than she had imagined.

Bearing the pain of his body as if it was about to burst, Zhu Luan closed his eyes.

I can only gamble.

……

……

Just when Zhu Luan was about to continue to introduce the surging Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into his body.

Ambilight's eyes opened, and the girl was a little stunned.

A palm was pressed against the back of her heart.

Then a warm current was poured into her body.

The warm current flowed into her limbs, ironing her painful veins.

"You don't have to break the border." The boy's hoarse voice came from behind her.

"You don't have the true yuan, I do." Duan Lizheng said.

The boy's palm was attached to the girl's vest.

Duan Lizheng stretched out his hand from behind and poured out all the true yuan.

"You ......" Zhu Luan felt the vigorous power in his body, slightly stunned.

Duan Lizheng's hand stretched out from her shoulder, wrapped around her back, and landed on the hand of the girl holding the hilt of the Cold Moon Sword.

"I will give out all the true yuan," because of the rapid loss of true yuan in his body, the young man gasped with difficulty, "You take me to do it, and we will make a sword together." ”

"Okay," Zhu Luan took a deep breath looking at the black sword light that was approaching violently.

The real world changes color.

The air on the stage began to burn.

Two rounded sword intents rose with sharp sword blades.

It was unimaginable that a number of surging true rays of light rushed towards the black lightning that was full of silence, colliding with it.

The giant bell on the side of the stage shook violently, and the iron bell shell shook like a leaf in the wind, and the violent sound resounded throughout the mountain peak, dozens of miles away.

More than a dozen bowl-sized trees broke off on the spot.

People are dizzy or standing, and all the practitioners release the strongest barrier in this life.

Huge clouds of smoke rose and then faded down.

In the slowly disappearing dust, the frightened people looked at the stage.

All the railings were reduced to powder.

Two figures leaning together appeared in the center of the stage.

And the black sword light.

Disappeared without a trace.