The yellow giant sword slashed at it extremely quickly, Yi Qiu snorted coldly, his wrist shook slightly, and the long sword slashed out.

Rumble!

After the two swords collided, both of them took a step back at the same time.

A hint of surprise flashed in that hateless eye, he didn't expect Yi Qiu to just cut out a sword, but in such a short period of time, this speed was really a little terrifying.

However, although he was amazed, Zhang Wuxian didn't want to give Yi Qiu a chance to breathe, and the whole person got up and stepped up, and the long sword in his hand continued to attack Yi Qiu.

Zhang Wuxian's swordsmanship, although it is plain and unremarkable, does not look dazzling at all, and Duan Xinghe's swordsmanship is completely different from heaven and earth, but Yi Qiu understands that the more unpretentious the swordsmanship, the more powerful and dangerous it is, often such a sword will be fatal with one blow, and it is the most difficult to crack.

After dodging Zhang Wuxian's sword light several times in a row, Yi Qiu found that Zhang Wuxian's swordsmanship became more and more powerful, and the sword intent was endless, endless, and the attack was stronger than the wave.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, Yi Qiu was already a little struggling.

However, the more this is the case, the more it arouses Yi Qiu's fighting spirit.

Yi Qiu did not flinch, but perfectly displayed his swordsmanship and sword dao artistic conception, and confronted Zhang Wuxian.

That's it, dozens of rounds later.

Although Yi Qiu was not defeated, above the illusion law body, he had become very weak, as if he would be defeated at any time.

Seeing this scene, everyone shook their heads.

Although Yi Qiu's strength is very strong, it seems that he can't defeat the second strongest person in the Holy Sword List!

However, at this moment, Zhang Wuxie, who was on the battle stage, didn't think so, he knew that he seemed to have an advantage on the scene, but in fact he didn't take much advantage.

On the contrary, he could clearly feel that Yi Qiu's swordsmanship seemed to have become stronger, and the artistic conception of the sword path was also more vigorous than before.

What's going on?

Could it be that this person is using him to cultivate the artistic conception of swordsmanship?

Zhang Wuxian seemed to sense Yi Qiu's intentions, and he was ashamed in his heart, you must know that he was the second strongest person on the Holy Sword List after all, and he was noticed everywhere he went, but now he was regarded as a test stone.

"Hmph, since you like to practice, then I will fulfill you, and the next sword, I will let you lose!"

Swish!

Zhang Wuxian knew that Yi Qiu was using him to cultivate the artistic conception of swordsmanship, so he was naturally unwilling, and he didn't waste time immediately, and after his body exploded and retreated, the long sword in his hand swept towards Yi Qiu violently.

In an instant, the sword in his hand suddenly became larger, instantly turning into a thousand zhang in size, shrouded in yellow light, accompanied by an incomparably majestic sword intent, like a mountain pressing towards Yi Qiu.

"The mountain has no edge, the sword has no edge, the holy swordsmanship, the giant sword that moves the mountain!"

Looking at the terrifying big sword, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Yi Qiu's eyes.

"Did you do what you really like? I wanted to practice with you for a while, but since you were so impatient, I had to send you away. ”

Yi Qiu snorted lightly, then swung his arm, and slashed the sword forward as fast as lightning.

Whew!

The seven swords slashed out in an instant, powerful, converging into a wind blade, and then slashed head-on towards the yellow giant sword.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The blade of the Wind split the yellow in two in an instant, and then slashed at Zhang Wuxi's body like a bamboo.

Poof!

Zhang Wuxian's phantom law body, under the blade of the Wind Sword, disappeared in an instant.

"Yi Qiusheng! Got 973 points, and his ranking rose to second!"

In the hall of the Shenwu platform, there was a sudden boiling.

"Yi Qiu has won again, this guy is too strong!"

"Yes, even the second sword is not his opponent, is this this guy, really going to challenge that lady of the sky?"

"It's really perverted, it seems that in the Holy Sword List, only that Heavenly Pride Girl can suppress the current Yi Qiu. ”

......

"Is this the legendary Tempest Nine Stacks?"

Zhang Wuxian saw that his illusion law body was shattered, and his face was full of happy and convinced expressions, I have to say that this battle convinced him, the second in the Holy Sword List.

Yi Qiu's sword just now!

It's too tough.

......

"This kid's strength seems to be stronger than before. ”

Xue Wuru, who came after hearing the news, looked at Yi Qiu winning again, his face was indescribably embarrassed, in just a few months, Yi Qiu's strength has improved a lot, and now he is not at the same level as Yi Qiu.

Even if it is as strong as Yan Tianxing, it is estimated that it is not the enemy of Yiqiu Sanhe.

At this moment, a deep sense of frustration rose in Xue Wuru's heart, he knew that from now on, the gap between him and Yi Qiu would get bigger and bigger, and until the near future, he might not even be qualified to lift Yi Qiu's shoes.

Just when Xue Wuxian was in despair, the news of Yi Qiu's defeat of Zhang Wuxian had spread all over the world, and soon almost the entire people in the Battle Martial Arts Temple knew about it.

In an instant, countless geniuses of the Battle Martial Temple surged towards the Divine Martial Battle Platform.

Including the disciples of Wanzhong Mountain and Shui Yunxin, they also came one after another, wanting to see what kind of amazing deeds Yi Qiu would do.

Among them, many elders and high-ranking officials also came to watch.

......

In the meantime, Holy Place!

A very clean, lightly decorated piano room.

A peerless fairy in white clothes is gently stroking the strings with her slender jade fingers.

The melodious sound of the piano is pleasant and moving, and everyone who hears it is intoxicated, but if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to hear that there is an inexplicable sorrow and longing in this piano sound.

It's as if this fairy-like woman has a lot of pain in her heart.

However, just as the woman had not finished playing, the door was slammed open, and a young woman dressed as a maid hurried in.

"Miss Murong, Miss Murong ......"

The woman in white frowned slightly, and said, "What's the matter, so flustered." ”

The maid took a few breaths, and then said, "Miss Murong, that person named Yi Qiu has gone to the Shenwu Battle Platform to compete again, and now he has defeated Zhang Wuxian and become the new second sword!"

What the!

The woman in white suddenly got up, and her beautiful face showed a hint of excitement.

"You said that Yi Qiu is now in the Shenwu Battle Platform!?

"Miss Murong, how dare I lie to you, now that Yi Qiu is competing in the Shenwu Battle Platform, but now that he has defeated Zhang Wuxian, I don't know if he will continue to compete......"

Swish!

Before the maid could finish speaking, a gust of wind stroked her, and then she looked back to see where there was still a woman in white in the room.

Seeing this, the maid couldn't help but shake her head with a wry smile: "I really don't know what the relationship between this Yi Qiu and Miss Murong is, every time this person is mentioned, Miss Murong will be very excited, could it be that this person is Miss Murong's relative?"