Jiang Tian's cultivation is three points higher than Zhang Jing's, and at this moment, after Wen Qingye has fought two battles, Jiang Tian naturally has confidence.

Jiang Tian pulled out the sword behind him, like a snake jumping out, and suddenly a series of sounds echoed in the stone cave.

Soft sword!

Jiang Tian uses a soft sword!

Jiang Tian strode towards Wen Qingye, the soft sword in his hand smearing with blue-red sword light.

"Jiang-style swordsmanship seventh style!"

Jiang Tian's family is a big family in Yuguo, this sword technique is a family heirloom, this sword technique is an eight-grade martial arts, Jiang Tian has been practicing since he was sixteen years old, and he has already used it at this moment.

Zhang Jing watched quietly from the side, and when he saw the swordsmanship in Jiang Tian's hand, he couldn't help but secretly praise: "The swordsmanship of the Jiang family in this country is really good."

Seeing Jiang Tian's sword rushing over, Wen Qingye looked at the blue and red with all his heart.

The power of the soft sword lies in the change, the change is multi-segmented, and it is impossible to figure it out, making it impossible to guard against.

Wen Qingye sucked in his right hand, and the sword inserted in the snow lotus flew directly into Wen Qingye's palm.

Wen Qingye turned his backhand, and the sword of Yi Nian turned twice in a strange arc in Wen Qingye's hand, obviously there was no vitality applied to the sword body, but the cold currents around him dissipated.

Wen Qingye held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed behind him.

Wow!

Suddenly, a blue-red light erupted from Wen Qingye's sword, which was not weak at all compared to the light in Jiang Tian's hand.

Wen Qingye waved his backhand, and the blue and red light continued to dance on the sword.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a series of rapid noises, the surrounding pools of water exploded, and the water splashed several feet high, and the rolling cold current filled everyone's body and mind at once.

Everyone hurriedly took a few steps back, not daring to touch its edge.

The two swords reflected each other, and Wen Qingye's sword directly blocked Jiang Tian's weird soft sword.

Jiang Tian was a little surprised in his heart, this Wen Qingye actually imitated his own swordsmanship in the blink of an eye, Jiang Tian had not come back to his senses, Wen Qingye came suddenly with a sword.

I saw that the sword in Wen Qingye's hand seemed to have a touch of white light, and the white light revealed a strange coldness.

Originally, the stone cave was already extremely cold, but everyone could feel the coldness from the sword in Wen Qingye's hand, as if Wen Qingye's sword was three points colder than the cold wave in this stone cave

"Proud Han Sword Technique Seventh Style!"

The sword in Wen Qingye's hand slashed towards Jiang Tian with a magnificent, strange ice glow.

In an instant, everyone seemed to see a glacier, and the entire land and mountains were frozen in the warm night.

Cold!

Extremely cold!

Many people stretched out their hands and found that their palms had slowly begun to turn white, and they were shocked at the moment, and hurriedly and frantically ran the vitality of their whole bodies.

"Click!"

The surrounding cold pool waves flew up several times and did not fall, but at this moment it became an icicle, and the cold current that broke out in the cold pool did not freeze the water in this pool, but Wen Qingye's swordsmanship turned the water in this cold pool into icicles, and everyone was shocked in their hearts.

Jiang Tian saw Wen Qingye's cold sword attack, his brows were solemn, at this moment, the Ao Han Sword Technique followed the cold current around him, and the power was even greater, Jiang Tian took a deep breath, stepped forward to lift the sword, and flicked his fingers on the sword body.

"Ding!"

A piercing sound came from the stone cave, and I saw that the soft sword in Jiang Tian's hand kept trembling, and the trembling sword body emitted a strange fluctuation, and one after another sword qi surged out, like the sea slapping against the shore, one after another.

"The skill of playing the sword?" Wen Qingye's body floated in the air and couldn't help laughing.

The art of playing the sword is a kind of swordsmanship, through the fit with the sword, and then apply your own vitality to the sword body, and the continuous vitality continues to bounce forward, which can not only hurt the enemy, but also protect.

This sword art is used only when the swordsmanship is comprehended to the authentic realm, I have to say that Jiang Tian's talent is also extremely high, although the swordsmanship cultivation has not reached this authentic swordsmanship, but he can comprehend the sword art.

Jiang Tian also saw that Wen Qingye's swordsmanship cultivation was extremely high, but his cultivation was not high, so he wanted to use this sword technique to give full play to the advantages of his cultivation.

It's a pity that Jiang Tian underestimated Wen Qingye's cultivation.

I saw that the sword in Wen Qingye's hand cut off one after another sword qi fluctuations emitted from Jiang Tian's sword body, and the cold air was overwhelming, and he was about to rush to Jiang Tian's side in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Tian felt the cold air that pierced his heart, and he couldn't help but change his face, every time he used the sword strumming technique, it was invincible, but now it seemed to be ineffective.

Seeing Wen Qingye floating in the air, his steps were continuous, the sword light in his hand flashed, Jiang Tian hurriedly swung his sword and slashed over, and the soft sword suddenly burst out with a strong momentum.

But Wen Qingye's sword was as fast as lightning, and it slashed directly on the soft sword, and suddenly, I saw a layer of white frost appear on the soft sword in Jiang Tian's hand.

Jiang Tian's right arm and the sword in his hand were directly frozen by Wen Qingye.

Despite this, Jiang Tian's eyes lit up, and his left fist struck out, hitting Wen Qingye's chest.

Wen Qingye secretly felt bad in his heart, just between this lightning and stone fire, a strong wind blew behind him,

Wen Qingye's body moved sideways at the moment, and a sword slashed at Jiang Tian's left arm, Jiang Tian's complexion changed, he didn't expect Wen Qingye to be so domineering, he quickly withdrew his left arm at the moment, and his steps retreated.

"Tom!"

Wen Qingye felt a punch in his back, and a heart-rending pain spread throughout his body, and the whole body flew out directly like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall of the stone cave in all kinds of ways.

"Poof"

Wen Qingye slowly stood up, the corners of his mouth overflowed with bright red blood, leaning against the wall, his eyes coldly looking at Zhang Jing who was standing in the air.

Jiang Tian finally dispelled the frost on his right hand at this time, and looked at Wen Qingye and couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, Wen Qingye, this snow lotus, and your sigil, I have accepted your life, you believe it now."

"Ahem... cough," Wen Qingye spat out a mouthful of blood.

The people of Hengguo and the people of Blue Feather Country next to them all glanced at each other, and they didn't expect that these two people would join forces to deal with Wen Qingye for the sake of Snow Lotus.

"It's a pity, this Wen Qingye's talent is also amazing, I didn't expect to die here today"

"Is it another dying genius?"

"It's a pity, Wen Qingye hasn't shined yet"

............

Jiang Tian walked slowly towards Wen Qingye, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"If you want to kill me, will you two be the only ones?"

Wen Qingye suddenly burst out, the sword in his hand was like an aurora, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Jiang Tian's throat.

Jiang Tian was startled, and hurriedly ran towards Jiang Feng next to him, Jiang Feng didn't ease his senses at all, he was pulled by his brother and in front of him.

"Gurgle!"

A thought sword directly pierced Jiang Feng's throat, the blade was transparent, with scarlet, Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly lost their look, and the blood slowly flowed down, but in an instant, it was frozen, extremely bewitching and beautiful.

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