Sonorous!

Wen Qingye felt that his sword hit Zhu Yan's fan directly, and Zhu Yan's figure floated and was shocked out.

But Wen Qingye would not give up easily, the dragon walked and strode forward, the sword in his hand was so fast that there was no afterimage, but the momentum was extremely heavy.

Second sword!

Zhu Yan saw Wen Qingye's sword, but he couldn't dodge it at all, he could only barely resist it with a fan, but as soon as the fan touched Wen Qingye's sword, his body was as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he quickly retreated towards the rear.

With five swords in a row, Wen Qingye rushed forward again and again, and the sword slashed Zhu Yan's fan, and Zhu Yan's body naturally retreated again and again, and he was about to go down the cliff.

The Great Wilderness Ancient Monument still exudes Dao patterns, but at this moment, everyone is nervously watching the battle, not caring about some of the relatively low-grade martial arts, but cheapening some martial artists from other small sects.

Liang Qing was standing not far away at the moment, looking at Zhu Yan, who was completely suppressed, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and said: "Oh my God, it's too strong, this Wen Qingye is really too strong, even Zhu Yan is suppressed by him like this."

Zhong Tiandao nodded, and said with some pride: "What a fast sword, such a fierce sword, but he is not my opponent."

On the side, You Junlian looked at Wen Qingye, whose body was constantly flickering, and her beautiful eyes flashed, "So strong!"

Su Zixin nodded stunned and said, "What a ghost, the speed of progress is too fast."

"I can't see the speed at which he is out of the sword now," Liu Han shook his head with a wry smile and said.

The masters present couldn't help but abandon the Dao pattern, and looked at the two people who were fighting, Wen Qingye's strength had already shocked them.

Zhu Yan naturally knew the scene behind, looking at Wen Qingye who continued to rush towards him, he couldn't help but sneer slightly in his heart, Wen Qingye will let you see my true strength.

Zhu Yan put his thumb on the pile, and the bright silver iron fan opened suddenly, like a peacock opening the screen, and then raised it towards the upper right, drawing a bright silver trajectory.

"Fan Dance for a long time!"

This fan seemed to gather all the vitality between heaven and earth, and a long dragon-like tornado raged out, rushing towards Wen Qingye.

The surrounding boulders were shattered by Zhu Yan's fan, rolling up the sand and stones of the wild hunt, and then combined with each other to rotate continuously.

Wen Qingye frowned slightly, he didn't care about ordinary tornadoes, but the tornadoes emitted by Zhu Yan were surprisingly strong, and they could easily smash mountains and boulders, and the long dragon-like hurricane body was even glowing with crystal light, which was an extremely condensed phenomenon.

A thought of the sword rushed up, with a golden light, and shone towards the surroundings.

"Sword Emperor Jue Second Style!

Wen Qingye slashed away with a sword, the sword was filled with golden dazzling light, and a sword light seemed to blow towards the tornado as quickly and slowly, and countless shouts seemed to sound in the sword.

In an instant, on the top of the entire Xuwang Mountain, there was a trembling sound above the sword.

"The crowd ....."

"Everyone..."

Seeing this, Zhu Yan couldn't help but feel a little impatient in his heart, the fan in his hand danced again, and in an instant, two fierce tornadoes rushed towards Wen Qingye.

Bang! Bang!

The sword and the three tornadoes collided with each other, constantly intertwining.

Wen Qingye's footsteps took three steps back slightly, in fact, these three steps were just Wen Qingye's complete unloading of his strength to the ground, Wen Qingye didn't want to consume a huge amount and dispel the vitality of Zhu Yan who had invaded his body.

At this time, Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards Wen Qingye step by step, as if he had a bamboo in his chest, the silver-white iron fan in his hand danced quickly again, and there seemed to be more white flakes in the air.

"Fan the plum blossoms!"

With a dance, the vitality of heaven and earth frantically condensed, and a plum blossom-shaped pear blossom hurricane condensed and shot towards Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye looked at the hurricane that pierced the sky and roared like a tiger, and the sword in his hand slashed hard.

Sou!

A sword light erupted from the blade of the sword, raging towards the hurricane.

But as soon as the sword touched the hurricane, it was directly swallowed, and disappeared without a trace, Wen Qingye saw this, his face was always calm, and the sword in his hand twitched more quickly, and several sword rays spit out from the blade of the sword of the first thought.

Whoosh whoosh ......

Wen Qingye's arm seemed to be waving, but for some reason, there were dozens of sword rays flying. Facing the incoming hurricane.

Several sword rays and plum blossom hurricanes collided tightly, and then suddenly disappeared, turning into the vitality of the stars, floating in the air, moving.

"Why is this?" Zhu Yan smiled, and then as if he thought of something, he looked at Wen Qingye in disbelief: "You see the signs of my vitality flowing, and then reversing my vitality flow?"

Zhu Yan's hurricane was formed according to a strange flow of talent, which was also the subtlety of his move, but Wen Qingye's sword unexpectedly reversed the direction of his vitality, and broke his plum blossom hurricane in an instant.

This is simply amazing, how did Wen Qingye know about Zhu Yan's martial arts subtlety, and how did Wen Qingye control the sword mang's vitality to reverse the flow of his vitality?

Wen Qingye smiled indifferently and said indifferently: "You still have a chance for one last resort"

When Zhu Yan heard Wen Qingye's words, his entire brow was twisted, and his face was gloomy, as if he could drip water.

"Then I'll show you the strongest trick I Zhu Yan has gotten"

Zhu Yan shouted, the fan in his hand shook, and there was a sudden heavy and vast aura around him.

"Fan Dance Seven Stars Kill!"

Suddenly, seven strange sounds echoed in everyone's ears.

Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!

Wen Qingye stood there, his body flashing seven cold stars, the seven cold stars were connected to each other, flashing with awe-inspiring brilliance.

And these seven positions are one of the dead points of the human body: the Jizhong acupoint, the Juque acupoint, the Shenque acupoint, the Qihai acupoint, the Guan Yuan acupoint, and the Zhongji acupoint.

"Goodbye, Wen Qingye!"

Zhu Yan smiled slightly, looked at Wen Qingye and said, the law decision in his hand began to change.

Fang Xin looked at the seven starlights on Wen Qingye's body, shook his head and said, "Is this the first move for Zhu Yan to get the spirit martial arts?"

"What a powerful move," Jiekong said with a slight condensation on his brows.

And Hankong always looked at it from the sidelines, without blinking his eyes and not saying a word.

Liu Jingwen looked at Wen Qingye standing in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a tense in her heart, and murmured, "Little Brother Wen......"

"Explode me!"

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Zhu Yanfa seemed to have completed the decision, and he shouted violently.

Bang bang!

Then, everyone only heard a series of sounds stirring out, with seven rings, which were the places that illuminated the seven dead holes in Wen Qingye.

"He ......" Yan Yuhuan saw Wen Qingye in the midst of the roar.

Liu Jingwen felt that her tears were about to flow out, and her voice became a little trembling, "No, no"

Liang Qing, Huang Zhentian, Wei Xiaoxiao, Li Da and others couldn't help but light up when they saw this.

Death is a taboo in the human body, if it bursts at this moment, where can Wen Qingye survive?

Hankong looked at Wen Qingye who was at the center of the explosion, and suddenly his eyes flashed with an ice-blue cold glow, "It's a little interesting"

The roar resounded in all directions, sonorous and powerful, echoing on the top of the entire Xuwang Mountain, and the place centered on Wen Qingye was full of smoke, making people's eyes lose their vision.

After a long time, the sound stopped.

The smoke gradually cleared, and from the faint smoke a figure stood as it had been.

"Your three tricks are over"

Wen Qingye's fluttering voice rang out and drifted into everyone's ears.

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