The two flying swords were aggressive, stabbing straight at them with a cold glow, and they had the meaning of not giving up if they didn't kill Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye raised his eyebrows slightly, and the Zhuxian Sword in his hand was like a pen walking dragon and snake towards the two flying swords.

Snort!

Suddenly, the two flying swords turned around and stabbed towards Wen Qingye at an extremely delicate and strange angle.

"Did Ssangyong go to sea?"

Wen Qingye's index finger and middle finger were together, and the Zhuxian Sword was moved by the formula, and with the momentum of thunder, he blocked the two flying swords again.

Boom!

In mid-air, chilling fireworks burst out, and at the same time, Wen Qingye's footsteps continued to retreat into the distance.

Rumble!

A huge metal storm burst out from the center, and the two flying swords buzzed, and then not only intertwined, surging, and the vast energy derived from the two swords.

Bang la!

The next moment, the two flying swords spun and intertwined rapidly, rushing towards Wen Qingye.

This majesty is like a giant dragon soaring into the air, but the dragon itself has a cold and matchless aura.

Wen Qingye felt that momentum, and a solemnity rose in his heart, and then the Zhuxian Sword in his hand also drew an extremely strange arc.

"Supreme Sword Sutra!

An extremely sharp sword light spit out from the blade of the Zhuxian Sword, and the sword was incomparable, like a depressed volcano, suddenly erupting, bursting out with unimaginable power.

Bang bang!

The moment the two collided, the entire cave shook violently, and the terrifying blade qi flowed rapidly towards the surrounding cave walls.

"What a terrible sword, what a terrible sword trick"

At that moment, an old voice came from the cave in the distance.

Wen Qingye clenched the Zhuxian Sword and looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see an old man standing in the depths of the cave, walking towards Wen Qingye without hurrying.

"You shouldn't be my Abbot Mountain disciple, right?"

The old man glanced at Wen Qingye and said lightly: "That sword technique is unfathomable, ruthless, and subtle, and it is definitely not the sword technique of my abbot mountain."

Wen Qingye shook his head and said, "No."

From the old man's face, Wen Qingye could feel a trace of familiarity, and he could be sure that this person was Qingfeng Peerless Sword Chuan Yunyi.

The old man's expression suddenly coldened, and he said, "Then why did you enter the forbidden land of my abbot mountain?"

Suddenly, a vigorous power pressed Wen Qingye's shoulder, if it was an ordinary Yuqing Immortal Monarch, I am afraid that the qi and blood of the whole body would be disturbed.

Wen Qingye's expression remained unchanged, and he clenched his fists indifferently and said: "I was entrusted by Grandma Qin Fan to come to find Hefeng's predecessor and ask for something."

"Bastard!"

The old man roared wildly when he heard Wen Qingye's words, like an angry lion.

Not good!

When Wen Qingye saw the old man's expression, he knew that the purpose of this time was extremely difficult, and his heart sank at the moment.

The old man's face was extremely cold, and he said, "She swore that she would never enter the Dao Yuan Mirage, what's the matter?

Wen Qingye said: "The younger generation is just entrusted by others"

Although he guessed that there must be Abbot Mountain or Qin Fan's grandmother's secret among them, Wen Qingye didn't plan to ask.

When the old man heard Wen Qingye's words, he calmed down, but he still snorted coldly: "Boy, go back, I won't let you see Uncle Hefeng."

Wen Qingye smiled slightly and said, "What if, I must see it?"

The old man burst out laughing, "Hahahaha, do you know the name of the old man, and how dare you say such a thing?"

Wen Qingye said lightly: "The breeze is unparalleled and the sword is cloudy."

When Chuan Yunyi heard Wen Qingye's words, he smiled, frowned, and said, "You even know the name of the old man, and you dare to be so arrogant?"

Wen Qingye said: "Entrusted by people, loyal to people"

Chuan Yunyi sneered: "Then someone else asked you to kill your parents, wife and children, do you want to do it too?"

Wen Qingye said expressionlessly: "Whoever says this, I will let him die first"

Chuan Yunyi and Wen Qingye didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly, neither of them made a move first, as if they were observing the details of the other party, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

Call!

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, rolling up countless rubbles on the ground, pieces of which were like flying swords.

Groan!

The sound of a sword groan, and the two of them met each other like lightning.

"So fast!"

Wen Qingye felt that his movement speed was much faster than usual, but the speed of Chuan Yunyi on the other side was faster.

Clang!

The two swords of Zhuxian Sword and Chuan Yunyi struck together, and the sparks splashed out like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and the strange air currents around them contaminated the sparks, and immediately burned, like burning moths, hovering in mid-air.

With the help of the powerful anti-shock force, Wen Qingye flew out upside down, his white clothes fluttering, and the next moment, as soon as the soles of his feet hit the ground, he rushed over at a faster speed than before, and the Immortal Sword flew away.

Chuan Yunyi's reaction speed was not slower than Wen Qingye's, his body shook slightly, avoiding Wen Qingye's electric flint sword, and the left sword slashed obliquely, directly taking Wen Qingye's façade.

Laugh at!

A strand of black hair was cut off, and at the critical moment, Wen Qingye's head was biased, and the sword in Chuan Yunyi's left hand grazed his cheek.

Jingle Bell!

In the blink of an eye, the iron swords of the two continued to swing, and they exchanged blows hundreds of times, Wen Qingye could feel that he was gradually falling into the disadvantage, and every move and style of Chuan Yunyi was flawless.

Compared to the Qingfeng Peerless Sword tens of thousands of years ago, his kendo had already broken through the shackles and reached a new realm.

Kendo True Dao Realm!

But from the sword in Chuan Yunyi's hand, Wen Qingye knew that in addition to cultivating the sword path to the realm of the true way, it seemed that he had also cultivated some lifeless sword dao, probably in the realm of the realm.

This is his heritage, and it is also the essence of him becoming the first sword immortal of Abbot Mountain.

Chuan Yunyi is worthy of being the first sword immortal of Abbot Mountain, and his sword dao strength has long reached an unimaginable realm.

The sound of the iron sword clashing was endless, and the two of them moved around, unable to tell who was who, and could only see a flash of sword light.

Burst!

A wisp of blood bloomed, and one of them was injured.

The figures staggered, Wen Qingye opened a distance of several feet, looked down at his waist, there was a thin sword mark there, and among the thousands of fights, Wen Qingye was not hit once.

But Chuan Yunyi's strength has reached an unbelievable level, the last sword, obviously in his opinion, will not touch himself, but he has touched himself, if it is not for his quick reaction, he will definitely be cut off by a sword, and he will be defeated on the spot.

This is not to say that Wen Qingye's sword path is under Chuan Yunyi, but because of his cultivation.

Chuan Yunyi looked at the blood on his sword, frowned, and said, "Boy, what kind of sword are you cultivating?"

From Fang Cai's confrontation, Chuan Yunyi clearly felt the strange and changeable and subtle mystery of Wen Qingye's sword dao, if it weren't for his own cultivation that overwhelmed Wen Qingye, Fang Cai was likely to be a lose-lose situation.

Wen Qingye looked at the sword marks on his body, and his mind was still thinking about the sword that Fang Cai Chuan Yunyi attacked.

Since his immortal sword path reached the realm of the realm, he has been staying in the realm of the lower realm, obviously there is still a long distance from the true realm, but his sword path seems to have encountered a great bottleneck.

Seeing that Wen Qingye didn't answer his words, Chuan Yunyi started working on the two long swords in his left and right hands at the same time and slashed towards Wen Qingye.

When the Immortal Immortal Monarch was there, Chuan Yunyi was the Mixed Yuan Immortal Monarch, and now he was at the peak of his cultivation, although there was a faint trend of regression, but it was not obvious.

Coupled with the unparalleled swordsmanship, Wen Qingye was directly pressed back again and again at this moment.

Puff puff puff!

In less than half an hour, dozens of sword marks had already appeared on Wen Qingye's body, and the blood had also stained Wen Qingye's clothes red.

Wen Qingye's eyes were blurred, the sword in his hand not only slowed down, but became faster and faster, and Chuan Yunyi found that it was becoming more and more difficult for his two swords to leave wounds on Wen Qingye's body.

"What a terrible comprehension!"

Chuan Yunyi saw the speed and angle of Wen Qingye's sword, as well as the surrounding Dao lines, and his brows became more and more solemn.

This kid is constantly improving!

There is nothing unusual about progress in battle, but it depends on who the opponent is, under Chuan Yunyi's fierce attack, he can improve, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

What's more, at this time, Chuan Yunyi is hiding his killing intent, and ordinary people don't even have time to react, how can they still have the heart to seek a breakthrough?

Wen Qingye's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the Zhu trap in the other party's hand was no longer traceless, but became traceable, and he was able to barely dodge the incredible sword.

Chuan Yunyi seemed to sense that Wen Qingye had become more powerful, his offensive was becoming more and more fierce, and the sword realm had improved bit by bit, reaching a limit, and every time he swung out of the sword, it became more unpredictable, and it was completely impossible to calculate it by common sense, this was Wen Qingye, and if he replaced another sword immortal, he couldn't even stop a sword.

"Kill!"

Without any emotion, the shouts sounded, Chuan Yunyi's spirit exploded, and he swung out a peak sword, under this sword, Wen Qingye's soul seemed to be taken away, and what swordsmanship, what swordsmanship, were all extracted.

Rumble!

A cloud of lightning exploded in his mind, and Wen Qingye suddenly brightened.

At the same time, the Immortal Sword Dao Tree behind Wen Qingye swayed wildly, bursting out with a glittering green light, and Wen Qingye under the tree, both his spirit and spirit seemed to have been greatly improved.

Intermediate Realm Realm!

The Immortal Sword Dao has reached the intermediate realm realm, and as long as there are two realms left, he is expected to reach the Immortal Emperor realm.

"Thank you!"

Wen Qingye's eyes were extremely calm, and he waved the Immortal Sword in his hand.

The sword was unremarkable, like an ordinary monk wielding the long sword in his hand.

But the sword light fell in Chuan Yunyi's eyes, but it was like a mountain torrent erupting, with an unstoppable momentum.

(End of chapter)