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"Brother Ling, it seems that this disciple of yours seems to have some inexplicable relationship with that Heavenly Lady in the Holy Place. Please search (product # book ¥ net) to see the most complete!

Sikong Xingyue, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she suddenly said with a smile.

"Well, where did Miss Sikong see that? ”

"Hmph, that Murong Qingxue took the initiative to pick the strongest opponent and refused to be the enemy of your disciple, isn't this obvious enough? And I found that although the two of them deliberately avoided it, their eyes never left each other. ”

Sikong Xingyue was delicate, and had already discovered that something was wrong with Yi Qiu and Murong Qingxue.

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly: "It's unlikely, since my disciple came to the Holy Realm from the Nether, he has been cultivating in the Battle Martial Temple, and he has never been to the Holy Place, how can he know Murong Qingxue, I think Miss Sikong is still wrong." ”

"I hope so. ”

Sikong Xingyue smiled faintly and didn't say anything more.

......

The Holy Son of the Holy Court slowly got up, looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and said with some surprise: "Miss Murong, are you sure you want to challenge this Holy Son? With your strength, it is not difficult to defeat that Yi Qiu, why bother to challenge me, you should understand that the three of you, no one can be my opponent." ”

Murong Qingxue snorted lightly: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son, how can you know if you don't try?"

The Holy Son raised his head and laughed loudly, stroked his palms and said, "What a proud woman, this Holy Son likes you more and more." ”

Murong Qingxueyu's face sank, and he said coldly: "The Holy Son still wants to respect himself. ”

"Haha, rest assured that this Holy Son will not be strong, I will let you know that only this Holy Son is qualified to be your man in this world, Murong Qingxue will make a move, this Holy Son will let you make three moves first! If you can make me take a step back within these three moves, you will win!"

The corners of the Holy Son's mouth curled, revealing an uninhibited smile.

What the?

Hearing this, everyone showed expressions of disbelief.

This holy son is too confident.

Didn't he know that Murong Qingxue was the daughter of Tianjiao, a genius powerhouse who defeated his sister and dominated the first place on the Holy Sword List for more than ten years.

This guy dared to make Murong Qingxue make three moves!

What did he rely on?

At this moment, everyone thought that the Holy Court Holy Son was too arrogant, but the Holy Court Divine Maiden showed a hint of a smile: "Murong Qingxue, although you are very strong, but in front of my brother, you are still too far behind, my brother is not ordinarily powerful......"

"Arrogance!"

Murong Qingxue's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and no saint had ever dared to let her make three moves, not even a saint, not only a saint, but also an early stage saint master!

After speaking, Murong Qingxue snorted, her body suddenly flew into the air, her long sword was horizontal, and she softly sang an obscure sword technique.

Swish!

Around Murong Qingxue, small cyan sword qi appeared in an instant.

This sword qi is shaped like a leaf, as thin as a piece of paper, but as sharp as a blade.

At first, it was only a few dozen pieces, but in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of such sword qi appeared, covering the sky, densely, as if a cyan rainstorm was about to fall.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, take it, Qinglian Sword Technique, the first style, Qinglian Sword Rain!"

Rumble!

With Murong Qingxue's order, the countless Qinglian sword rain roared towards the Holy Son of the Temple, like a storm towards the Holy Son.

This rain of thousands of swords, bombarded at the same time, how terrifying the momentum was.

However, the Holy Court Son smiled proudly and slowly pulled out a golden sword, and golden brilliance erupted from the sword.

In an instant, a pale golden curtain of light formed, blocking him in front of him.

Thundered!

The rain of swords in the sky bombarded the light curtain of the Holy Son, and the terrifying sword rain hit the light curtain, like rain hitting plantains, and constantly made a roaring sound of impact.

However, no matter how the rain of swords attacked, the pale golden light curtain did not move.

After a while, the rain of swords dissipated, and the Holy Son stood in place unscathed, with a smug smile on his face: "Miss Murong, the first move, you still have two more chances to make the next move, if you can repel me by half a step, then I will lose." ”

"Damn!"

Murong Qingxue gritted her teeth, a pair of phoenix eyes were as cold as Xuan Bing, her jade hand flipped over, the long sword hummed, and suddenly a cyan sword lotus bloomed, and the brilliant sword light accompanied the beautiful lotus flower swirling and flying, and the picture was extremely beautiful.

However, under this beauty, there is a trace of terrifying killing intent.

Sou!

When everyone was fascinated by the beauty of this green lotus, they only heard a whoosh, and a cyan sword suddenly burst out, shooting towards the Holy Son of the Temple.

"Qinglian Sword Technique, Flower Flying Sword!"

This sword light came suddenly, without warning, and the speed was as fast as lightning, and it appeared in front of the Holy Son almost instantly, and the Holy Son of the Temple had no time to defend at all.

However, the moment when he saw that sword was about to pierce the Holy Son.

The Holy Son snorted lightly, and then saw him, slowly stretched out two fingers wrapped in pale golden light, and clamped it hard, instantly clamping the sword ray.

Boom!

The sword was pinched off by the finger of the Holy Court Son.

"How is that possible!"

Murong Qingxue's face was pale, he didn't expect that the Holy Court Holy Son's reaction would be so fast, and his strength was terrifying, he actually caught her swordsmanship with his bare hands, and easily clamped it.

"One more trick!"

The Holy Court Son smiled faintly.

Murong Qingxue took a deep breath, she knew that if she didn't perform her stunt, she might really not be able to repel even a single step of the Holy Court Saint Son today!

Murong Qingxue turned the sword in his hand upside down to the sky, and the two green jade fingers pressed the blade of the sword, and countless pieces of sword qi in the shape of leaves appeared again in the surrounding void.

But this time, these cyan leaves did not cover the sky and the earth, but surrounded her, spinning and dancing wildly.

There were more and more cyan leaves, and eventually it turned into a terrifying cyan storm.

"Qinglian Sword Slash!"

Rumble!

Murong Qing's snowman sword was one, and under the wrapping of the cyan storm, he suddenly rushed towards the Holy Son of the Holy Court.

"Qinglian Sword Slash! This Murong Qingxue actually practiced the third form of the Qinglian Sword Technique, this comprehension is too strong!"

Seeing the cyan storm, Ling Xiao said unmoved.

Others don't know, but he, who has fought with the Qinglian Sword Technique several times, knows the power of the Qinglian Sword Technique.

It can be said that this Qinglian Sword Technique, the first two sword moves, may be quite simple, just like a saint with outstanding talent, he does have a chance to practice, but this third move Qinglian Sword Slash is a collection of the strength of the whole body, gathered into a sword, if you want to display it, not only does it require extremely high sword talent, but also needs a lot of holy energy support, even ordinary period saint masters may not be able to practice.

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