Yun Wuying did not pursue, a sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and said faintly: "Your personal winding fighting technique is really weird, but it is useless to me!"

"Your sword is too fast! it's the fastest old man has ever seen. The white-haired old man said honestly, "However, the old man will not admit defeat and still have the strength to fight." As he spoke, the momentum of the whole person changed, and a turquoise blue brilliance surged up and down his body, which instantly erupted from his body, rushing and rolling like a tide, and the ripples of water rippled endlessly towards the place where Yun Wuying stood and swept away.

These ripples of water are all created by the mysterious power, and once they are touched, they are either killed or injured, and their threat is several times greater than the blade of a sword. This level of battle is beyond the cognition of ordinary people, and has reached the realm of turning reality into reality, and has completely risen to the level of confrontation and struggle between "potential" and "potential".

Meaning, potential, and domain are the three realms of high-end cultivators. The Xuandan realm defeats the enemy with "will", the Xuanying realm kills people invisibly with "potential", and the void realm can breed a heaven and earth space out of thin air, which is called the "domain", once you fall into it, life and death are only between the other party's thoughts.

The strength cultivation of both sides has reached the high-level level of the Qiankun Realm, and the wonderful use of "potential" has long been well understood. Therefore, this is not a threat to Yun Wuying at all. Standing as a blade, it slashed out in the air, silently slashing towards the ripples of water ripples that diffuse.

Poof!

The cold light flashed suddenly, like a touch of lightning from the sky, and the ripples like mercury leaking out of the ground were cut from it, and the ripples of the diversion were agitated, jumping and flying in the air uncontrollably, and they exploded one after another.

Pedal Pedal Ped

But when he heard that the white-haired old man let out a muffled snort, he staggered back a few steps, and the Xuanli whirled and repulsed, as if he had injured his internal organs, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and spurt out a plume of thick blood, and his face instantly turned pale.

The battle between the potential and the potential, a photo, a silent collision, seems to be calm and calm, without the shock of cracking the rocks, but in fact it is thrilling, murderous, it can be described as dangerous, life and death.

The white-haired old man wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes showed unbelievable surprise, "I didn't expect that you are so young that your true cultivation can be above the old man." This seems to be a bit redundant, and the other party's wave of his hand makes the "momentum" of the tide that he is proud of collapse instantly, and is eaten by his own mysterious power, but it is enough to prove that the other party's strength is no longer under him, and even surpasses it. Quickly take a pill to suppress the injury in the internal organs, and the Xuan power spreads through the hundred veins.

The white-haired old man put away a pair of short swords in his hand, and unexpectedly took out a long sword, the long sword slowly came out of its sheath, and pointed obliquely at Yun Wuying, ten meters away, and the slightly trembling blade of the sword penetrated the light blue airflow of the hair.

Just a simple gesture implied countless possible changes, and at the same time there was a strong murderous aura in the air. No one would doubt that the other party was a kendo master, and this oblique finger had shrouded Yun Wuying's whole body in a fierce sword momentum, but he didn't know where his next sword would attack in an instant?

The sword intent and sword momentum are all condensed in this oblique finger, and ordinary warriors are bound to be robbed of their minds and are not afraid of a fight. It's a pity that his opponent today is not an ordinary martial artist, although he is not a kendo master, but he is the star of the world's kendo masters.

Lu Suifeng's original ethereal swordsmanship is also without moves and styles, let you have thousands of swords, I only do what I want, and the ethereal sword breaks it. There is no move and no style, but it contains the sword momentum of the world.

Yun Wuying's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but the corners of his mouth appeared with a vague smile. Squinting slightly, he stared at the blue light emitting from the blade of the opponent's sword; "This is...... ＂

Being able to die under the old man's "blue light shocking sword" can be said to be glorious even though he is dead. The white-haired old man's eyes shone with great confidence.

"Do you think there really is a peerless swordsmanship in the world? So, you just woke up to one mistake, and then started to make a second mistake, how could a person who always makes mistakes live for a long time?"

"This old guy is really unlucky, he dares to play kendo with Wuying, he really thinks he didn't die fast enough. Qingfeng on the seat sighed deeply for the white-haired old man, as if he was mourning in advance for him.

The white-haired old man volleyed up several meters in the air, the long sword in his hand was raised high, and a thick blue light sword light seemed to flash out from the depths of the sky, tearing through the barriers of space, and slashing straight towards the place where Yun Wuying stood.

Fang Yuan's ten meters were all within the attack of the blue light sword, and people didn't even have a chance to dodge and move. Yun Wuying still stood quietly, quietly watching the blue light sword light rapidly enlarge in front of his eyes......

Between breaths, when the power and murderous aura of the blue light sword reached its peak, the white-haired old man's arm holding the sword seemed to poke out from the clouds, and hundreds of criss-crossing blue light sword rays burst out, as if the heavenly river was rolling upside down, and each sword was full of Zheng Zheng murderous aura, and if it touched it, it would either be dead or injured.

Choke!

Yun Wuying, who had been standing still, only suddenly moved at this time, and a silver sword aura suddenly slashed out of the air. No one could see how the sword was choked out of its sheath, only to see that at the same time as the sword flashed, a vague phantom shadow also rose out of the air, and the ghostly shuttle between the gaps in the blue sword.

Burst!

There was a faint muffled sound in the air, followed by a bloody glow of blood. Someone saw blood! In the flickering blue light, two figures stood in the void, and no one knew who the blood splattered from?

Bite!

A sword flew down from the air, as fast as an arrow, straight into the ground of the high platform more than seven inches, the bare sword body shook violently, and in everyone's sight, only a pair of wrist-to-wrist severed hands, clutching the hilt of the sword. Who will these wrists belong to?

Tick tock, tick tock!

There was blood dripping from the air on the high platform, whose blood was it? The eyes of all the people in the hall were cast on the two figures in the void almost at the same time.

The answer was soon revealed, Yun Wuying was still standing in the air with his skirt fluttering, and someone was falling upside down from the sky, and he knew that it was the white-haired old man without asking.

There was a gasping "hiss" sound in the air, and everyone's eyes were undisguised with astonishment, and some people even asked themselves if they could get out of the way in the shocking blow of this white-haired old man, let alone fight back against the enemy.

The white-haired old man's wrists were bare, and the blood on the high platform was flowing out of these wrists, due to excessive blood loss, coupled with severe pain, the white-haired old man could not gather his strength to maintain the figure in the void.

The white-haired old man's eyes revealed a kind of heroic sadness, he never thought that he would lose at the hands of such an unremarkable young woman, and so completely defeated, that he could not even find a reason to comfort himself.

It's just that this is a life-and-death challenge, and both sides have the will and determination to kill each other, and defeat means death. Therefore, the moment the white-haired old man's body landed, a roar suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart, the spirit of the whole body instantly condensed, his curved back straightened, and a powerful momentum burst out, as if he wanted to tear the sky apart and pierce it.

"In that case, let's appreciate the old man's momentum. The white-haired old man has been hiding from the world for a hundred years, how strong his mind is, in a bland tone, he was suddenly filled with endless domineering, stepping out, the whole person is like a long rainbow tearing the sky, the strong wind is howling, with the momentum of splitting the sky, and rushing towards the clouds in the void.

Yun Wuying's figure also flew up at the same time, like a fluttering butterfly, so elegant, light, the long sword in his hand choked out of the sheath again, drawing a wonderful arc of light;

In an instant, the white-haired old man found himself suddenly in a vast sea of clouds, and the snow waves rolled over. Pieces of white clouds sparkled silently across their bodies, each of which tore open a gap, taking away a ray of blood, and causing a cry of astonishment.

The high platform was shrouded in a layer of misty aura, and few people in the hall could see what was going on inside. The wind dissipated, and the misty mist of blood dissipated.

The white-haired old man stood upright, his whole body, hundreds of rolled flesh and blood, and his white bones were exposed. The whole face was bloody and fleshy, and blood was gushing out of the eye sockets, which was extremely bloody and tragic.

People are like this, they haven't fallen yet, dead or alive?

The sight of almost everyone in the whole area could clearly see that this bloody body shook slightly, at least proving that the person was not dead, although the whole face was bloody and blurred, there was a still sharp and terrifying divine light in the eye sockets.

The life of the Qiankun Realm Venerable is so tenacious and tenacious, unless someone dissects his body and decapitates his head, otherwise, as long as there is enough time, he will quickly recover as before.

This is a life-and-death challenge, and as long as the person is still standing on the high platform and does not fall, the battle is not over and must continue. So, at this moment, people saw a sword, about two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wings, so elegant, light, and drew a wonderful arc of light, piercing through the throat of the white-haired old man. The narrow blade drips with bright red blood

The white-haired old man's face was filled with a very happy smile at this moment, as if he had made the most difficult and wise decision in his life at this moment: to give up resistance, to give up life, to fear, to despair!

His body was still standing proudly, and clouds of blood mist were constantly steaming out of his body, the divine light was cold, the pupils of his eyes gradually turned golden, and a layer of dazzling golden light was refracted on the surface of his body. An indescribable terrifying force rose up, and this terrifying force seemed to be like the advent of the world, making tens of thousands of people suddenly feel that the pores of the whole body instantly stood up, and everyone's heart was even more "banging" and extremely depressed.