Roar!

The dragon's voice roared, and the entire void seemed to shake with it.

I saw that the supreme blue light above the Zhuxian Sword shrank extremely much, and the ripples of the cold current above the sword body were stirring away.

Above the already cold sky, it was even colder, as if it was cold to the extreme, and some monks who did not react felt as if their blood was frozen.

Feng Taicang felt the terrifying cold, couldn't help frowning, and said in surprise: "This is a sword momentum, this Wen Qingye sword dao qualification is also so demonic."

This kind of coercion generated by the sword, it is difficult for people who do not have a certain attainment in kendo to exert it at all, and it is obvious that Wen Qingye has a deep attainment in kendo.

A blue sword light burst out from the Zhuxian Sword, rushing forward at an astonishing speed, and where the extremely cold sword light passed, countless ice blue sword rays suddenly appeared around it, as if attached to the side of the sword light.

"The third sword of the Three Absolute Sword Style!

Countless sword rays burst into the air, and then slammed into the ice wave.

Rumble!

It's like two huge glaciers crashing into each other.

The next moment, everyone felt that the mountains were shaking for a while, and the air was filled with extremely cold white smoke.

I saw that the ice-blue ice waves turned into freezing points in the sky and dissipated.

The cold air gradually dissipated, many eyes were projected, and everyone's eyes showed a look of surprise.

Wen Qingye looked ahead expressionlessly, the Zhuxian Sword was still trembling, and white smoke was emitting around it.

Meng Yuanjun's body also appeared from the white smoke, and his eyes looked at Wen Qingye solemnly.

Rumble!

And that is, when Meng Yuanjun's eyes flickered, Wen Qingye in front of him, his body suddenly stretched, and his body turned into a light and shadow and rose into the sky, heading straight for Meng Yuanjun.

There were also some low uproars around at this time, this Wen Qing night, did you dare to take the lead in attacking?

Shout!

Wen Qingye's figure appeared above Meng Yuanjun like a ghost, he clenched the Zhuxian Sword with both hands, and suddenly the majestic true qi burst out.

The boundless darkness spread endlessly, and Wen Qingye's body seemed to be connected with the sky, and a breathtaking power emerged from that body.

Subsequently, the true qi of heaven and earth continued to condense, and only a huge black grimace could be seen condensing in the void.

"Heavenly Demon Soul Chasing Sword First Style!

Wen Qingye's sword constantly exuded a cold, icy aura, as if it was merged with the terrifying grimace in the sky.

The giant sword swept over, sensing the majestic and terrifying momentum, Meng Yuanjun let out a loud shout, the sword in his hand seemed to be constantly transforming, and a huge blue ice sword appeared in his palm, with an extremely cold aura.

"Frozen in the end!"

The giant sword and the grimace collided violently in the air, and the furious true qi surged frantically towards the surroundings.

Mountains and rivers are broken, and the heavens and the earth are shaking.

Wen Qingye snorted coldly, and then the five fingers of his left hand clenched suddenly, and in an instant, a golden dragon shadow appeared in Wen Qingye's arm, and the roaring sound resounded in the sky.

Bang!

Wen Qingye's punch blasted out, exerting ten percent of his strength, and the violent true qi was infinitely agitated, as if it had penetrated the void, and made a trembling sound.

Meng Yuanjun's face turned pale, how could he not feel that kind of cold killing intent at such a close distance, at that moment, the true qi was surging away, and an ice-blue true qi shield in front of him blocked him.

Bang!

The furious fist hit the ice-blue shield of true qi hard, although Wen Qingye exerted ten percent of his strength and also had the Dragon Scroll Hundred Flowers Xuangong, but it only caused the cracks on the ice shield to continue to emerge, but he was unable to break through it for a long time.

"Without the strength of the third-grade golden immortal, don't think about breaking my true qi shield" Meng Yuanjun stood on the ice-blue true qi shield and shook his head proudly and said.

Airplanes!

As soon as his words fell, he suddenly felt as if there was a violent impact in his internal organs, and his face turned pale.

"Wow!"

Meng Yuanjun's body suddenly retreated several steps, and then his mouth opened, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out, and he was already seriously injured at this moment.

"What the hell is going on?"

Hong Tian showed a solemn look on his face, not only him, but Feng Taicang, Mrs. Le Yan's eyes were shaking at the moment, who would have thought that Wen Qingye would inexplicably hit Meng Yuanjun into a serious injury.

This is the power of the law of vibration, which is difficult to prevent.

Wen Qingye has been cultivating this Zhuxian Sword Dao all this time, Wusheng Sword Dao, and the two sword ways will soon be able to reach the realm of the soul, so at this moment, Wen Qingye has no sword in his left hand, and he can still use the law power of the Zhuxian Sword Dao.

Mo Xiaohe's expression changed suddenly, and his face was incredulous.

Under the gaze of the astonished and vibrating gaze above the sky, Meng Yuanjun in the void also stabilized his figure, his eyes stared at Wen Qingye like a blade, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the injury in his heart.

Above the sky, Meng Yuanjun stood in the air, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, but his eyes contained a cold and piercing light.

Mrs. Le Yan looked at the two of them in the sky and said in shock: "Wen Qingye actually used the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortals to force Meng Yuanjun to such a point, this is really incredible, the Heavenly Immortals can challenge so beyond the realm, Wen Qingye is really a monster"

At this moment, Mrs. Le Yan's attitude towards Wen Qingye has completely changed, there is this person in the Cloud Palace, who can stop it?

Suddenly, Mrs. Le Yan's eyes showed a hint of loss.

Meng Yuanjun looked at Wen Qingye, who was holding a sword in one hand, and shouted: "Wen Qingye, if you kill my servant, I won't let you go."

"Don't let me go?"

Wen Qingye shook his head with a smile and said, "No, no, no, isn't this what you bet with me?" I think the Servant family is the top family in the Southern Immortal Court, so they won't interfere in this matter."

Although Wen Qingye was smiling now, everyone could feel a trace of terrifying murder.

When Meng Yuanjun heard this, he was stunned, this time he remembered that Wen Qingye made a bet with him, and he lost, and the waiter really couldn't find a reason to kill Wen Qingye, but with such a huge power of the waiter, wanting to kill Wen Qingye was just as simple as crushing an ant to death, Meng Yuanjun was just about to speak again, and the rich killing intent rolled in.

Wen Qingye sneered, his body was vertical, and he rushed forward, countless qi rays refracted from around the Zhuxian Sword, and he had already quickly approached Meng Yuanjun's front in the blink of an eye.

Meng Yuanjun's eyes opened suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly the majestic and vast true qi roared out of his body like a flood, and it was continuously poured into his sword body.

(End of chapter)