The difficulty of this sword is no less than that of the ninth sword of the Nine Stacks of Tempest Slash!

Of course, once practiced, the power is naturally extremely terrifying.

Therefore, seeing Murong Qingxue display this Qinglian Sword Slash, Ling Xiao was naturally shocked.

Even the Holy Court Saint Son didn't expect that Murong Qingxue's strength would be so strong, it seemed that he didn't show all his strength at all when he competed with his sister just now!

Looking at Murong Qingxue's terrifying sword, the Holy Court Saint's face sank slightly, and he suddenly put the sword in front of him, and the golden sword spurted out, instantly turning into a pale golden sword shield.

Bang!

Murong Qingxue's sword slashed on the sword and shield, and the cyan storm slammed into the sword and shield crazily, and the terrifying sword power almost shook the entire battle platform.

And under the bombardment of the cyan storm, the originally proud face of the Holy Court Son suddenly showed a somewhat difficult expression, and then under the impetus of the cyan storm.

The Holy Court Son couldn't help but take a step back!

Rumble!

Just as the Holy Court Son took a step back, the cyan storm also exhausted all its strength and suddenly disappeared.

And the Holy Court Son did not suffer any injuries except to take a step back.

But even so, according to the previous agreement, the Holy Court Son has already lost.

At this moment, the crowd was extremely shocked, and when they were amazed at the strength of Murong Qingxue's swordsmanship, they also secretly sighed that the strength of this Holy Court Holy Son was terrifying, Murong Qingxue even used the Qinglian Sword Slash, but it only made him take a step back.

A helpless smile appeared on the face of the Holy Court Holy Son, and he said, "Miss Murong is really powerful, she was able to make this Holy Son take a step back, you won this battle." ”

Hearing this, Murong Qingxue's master, Qinglian Holy King, was ecstatic in his heart, you must know that this Tianshan sword competition, Murong Qingxue's biggest opponent is this holy son, if he admits defeat, then Murong Qingxue will not be able to easily get the sword leader?

However, it was not too early for her to rejoice.

Listening to Murong Qingxue's cold snort, he put away his sword and said: "No need, I have already exerted all the strength of my body, but it is only for His Royal Highness the Holy Son to take a step back, which is stronger and which is weaker, naturally it is clear at a glance, I Murong Qingxue don't need to let me give in, I will abstain from this battle." ”

After speaking, Murong Qingxue turned around and left the battle platform directly.

Such a result made everyone not expect that Murong Qingxue could have crossed the level of the Holy Court Holy Son, but she took the initiative to give up.

The Holy Son was also slightly stunned, but then a trace of approval flashed in his eyes.

"What an arrogant woman, Murong Qingxue, you are very much in line with the appetite of this Holy Son, sooner or later, this Holy Son will completely conquer you, the arrogant swan. ”

After Murong Qingxue admitted defeat, he swept towards the outside of the battle platform, and when he passed by Yi Qiu, he glanced at Yi Qiu intentionally or unintentionally, and then turned around and returned to the Blue Lotus Holy King.

"Master, the disciple has a negative trust, and if he does not get the position of the sword leader, the disciple is willing to be punished. ”

"Hmph, you girl, the Holy Son just now has obviously admitted defeat, why do you still abstain? Don't you know, stepping over that Holy Son, you are the Sword Leader this time? Do you know what the Sword Leader has to do?" Qinglian Saint King said angrily.

"The disciple knows that if you become a sword leader, you will be able to get the opportunity to participate in the inheritance of the Holy Ancestor Sword Emperor. ”

"Hmph, now that you know, you still abstain! ”

Murong Qingxue bit her lower lip and said, "The inheritance of the Holy Ancestor Sword Emperor is important, but it is not uncommon for disciples to win the victory of others' alms. ”

The Qinglian Holy King couldn't help Murong Qingxue, and sighed bitterly: "You are just too arrogant, you don't want to bow your head in anything, sooner or later you will suffer because of this matter, forget it, since you have already admitted defeat, there is no point in saying more, you just stand on the side." ”

Murong Qingxue didn't say anything more, and stood obediently beside the Qinglian Holy King.

In this way, a wonderful duel ended with Murong Qingxue's abstention.

Sikong Xingyue's eyes flickered, and he looked at Zhao Mad Heaven and said, "Zhao Gongzi's turn, are you planning to challenge Yi Qiu, or is it the Holy Son of the Holy Court?"

Just kidding, Murong Qingxue's full strength was just to make the Holy Court Holy Son take a step back, unless he was a fool, who would challenge the Holy Court Holy Son again.

Zhao Madtian didn't say a word, and appeared in front of Yi Qiu.

"Taizu Zhao clan, Zhao Madtian!"

"Disciple of the Battle Martial Temple, Yi Qiu!"

The two of them have reported their names.

Zhao Qitian glanced at Yi Qiu, then raised the three-foot-wide sword, and said to Yi Qiu: "The sword has no eyes, during the competition, if Zhao hurts Your Excellency, Your Excellency should not complain about me." ”

Yi Qiu smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, you can't hurt me." ”

"Hmph, hubris!"

Zhao Madtian didn't expect to meet a person who was mader than him, and he suddenly felt annoyed in his heart, and the broad big sword swung out, and a thick sword swung out and slashed towards Yi Qiu.

Yi Qiu snorted coldly, and the Flying Rainbow Sword also slashed out.

"Peerless Sword Slash!"

Boom!

The two sword rays met in mid-air, emitting an earth-shattering roar, and the terrifying power suddenly set off an astonishing air current, spreading to the surroundings.

But immediately, Yi Qiu's sword seemed to be unable to resist the power of Zhao Madtian, and it shattered in an instant.

And the thick sword slashed towards Yi Qiu.

Yi Qiu was on tiptoe, and the whole person jumped high, dodging the attack of this sword.

Bang!

The huge sword swept a mountain in the distance, slicing the top of the mountain alive.

What a strong force!

Yi Qiu was slightly shocked in his heart, although this Zhao Madtian's swordsmanship did not look fancy, but it was extremely powerful and powerful, and every move carried the power of opening the world.

Swish!

Just when Yi Qiu was surprised, Zhao Madtian swung his sword again, and the power of the giant sword almost slashed the air, making an amazing explosion.

This sword is not only fierce, but also extremely fast, and it is not easy to dodge at all.

Yi Qiu raised his eyebrows and hurriedly swung his sword to meet him.

Clang!

A metal collision sounded, and Yi Qiu's whole person was shocked back by the giant sword of Zhao Madtian, and the terrifying power almost shook his arm slightly numb, and the Feihong Sword almost came out of his hand.

After retreating more than a dozen steps in a row, Yi Qiu gradually stood still.

Fortunately, this sword did not cause much damage to him, except for shaking his arm a little numb.

"Hmph, to be able to block my sword, it seems that your strength is also very strong, but you must know that I haven't used the sword technique yet, just now Zhao relied on his own strength, and then I will let you see our Zhao family's tyrannical sword technique!"

Rumble!