The long gray-white hair raised slightly, and the gray pupils of the little sword saint bloomed with the most blazing light at this moment, and with each step, the aura on his body became stronger.

In the end, the monstrous blood qi condensed into a substantial murderous aura, covering the entire arena.

It was like the sense of crisis that heaven and earth were about to fall in Ayashuang's heart, and this delicate lady really saw the edge of the fifth on the immortal list.

"Ranking on the immortal list, although you are two places higher than me, you have never really fought against each other, which is stronger and which is weak, it is not yet known. ”

Ayashuang let out a cold snort through her nose, not only to say it to the little sword saint, but also to cheer herself up.

When both of them entered the ring, a transparent light curtain rose on all sides of the ring, isolating the inside from the outside, so as not to harm the innocent in the aftermath of the battle.

"You stole my sword...... You stole my sword......"

The little sword saint had only one sentence from beginning to end, and when Aya Shuang frowned and was about to say something, the two fingers of his right hand were put together, and he slashed from the bottom up.

Phew!

The piercing sound of breaking the air sounded, accompanied by the surging tide of brilliant divine power, a small gray sword the size of a thumb was born out of thin air, condensed and formed in the fingers, swelled in the air, and turned into a three-foot green edge, with a sharp aura that cut everything, and hit Aya Shuangshuang.

The long sword is dull, and the gray sword body carries a dilapidated aura, which can turn everything into nothingness and disintegrate all forces, once it is locked, it is unavoidable.

However, Aya Shuangshuang didn't have the idea of dodging, the first blow of both sides determined the rhythm of the battle after that, and whoever retreated first would be weaker in momentum.

Ayashuang was arrogant, how could she allow this to happen? The slender hand gently swept through the void, and the fingertips kept beating, like a butterfly flying through flowers, like an alternative dance, with a different kind of beauty.

At the same time, this arrogant and willful unruly lady has a solemn expression, a solemn appearance, a pale pretty face blooming with a faint glow, and there is a dense atmosphere behind her, and the clouds and mist are swirling, like a dream, setting it off to be holy and flawless.

At the moment when the gray long sword stabbed, the white mist behind her surged and drummed, and a pair of white wings spread out, like an angel descending, slashing forward with its wings.

The imaginary impact didn't happen, and the pair of wings seemed illusory, staggering with the gray sword.

Just as they were puzzled, everyone suddenly discovered that the indomitable gray long sword was actually frozen!

Immediately after, the sky was snowing. Looking closely, it was not a real snowflake, but a piece of light white feathers that looked like goose feathers, gently falling on the gray long sword, like the early sun melting snow, silently dissolving the dilapidated aura on it.

Buzzing......

The gray long sword trembled, and directly dissipated into light smoke.

"It's the Feather Immortal Island's "Feather Ascension Formula", which can turn magic into decay, and has the power of turning gold into stone. ”

"It is rumored that this technique can be cultivated to the extreme, which can remove the flesh and fetus, condense the aura of heaven and earth to cast one's own body, and achieve the acquired spirit of heaven and earth. Someone in the audience exclaimed: "I heard the elders say that in ancient times, the Spirit Clan once went to Yuhua Immortal Island to poach people for this purpose, which caused a conflict and caused a war between the two sides. ”

"Yes, I've heard that, too. It can be seen that this "Feather Flying Ascension Formula" is worthy of the name of the supreme immortal scripture. ”

Everyone in the audience talked about it, Taiwan

The duel was also in full swing, and the little sword saint saw that Aya could easily block a blow with the Feather Ascension Technique, and a slight fluctuation rippled in his eyes.

He pressed his hands down, with him as the center, thousands of small gray swords quietly gathered in the ten directions void, and countless cold rays shone together, making people's scalps tense for a while, as if they were in it, and those sharp swords pointed at the heavenly spirits.

The little sword saint's face was expressionless, and with a flick of his fingers, the thousands of flying swords around him suddenly poured forward like raindrops, shooting towards Aya Shuangshuang.

Ten thousand swords arrived, Aya Shuang's cold jade face, coquettish voice, a field of white feathers protected it in it, and a pair of wings behind soared into the sky, wanting to go to the nine heavens. With the chanting of an angel who is like nothing, the white feathers that flutter and fall are more and more, dense, filling the heavens and the earth, like a dream kingdom has descended.

Thousands of flying swords shot into it in unison, and the white feathers swept like a white waterfall, blocking the attack of the sword rain lightly and swiftly, so that it could not cross the thunder pool by half a step.

Feather Flying Ascension Jue once again resisted the attack of the Little Sword Saint, but the Little Sword Saint still didn't care about it, and at some point a gray sword with a length of a foot condensed in his hand, he was like an emotionless puppet, swinging forward one sword qi after another mechanically.

Every sword qi will transform into a flying sword at the moment it flies out, but it will turn into ten and ten into hundreds, replenishing the consumption in front of it.

Looking at the posture, he seems to want to fight a protracted battle with Ayashuang.

The sword aura filled the sky, and he was still muttering in his mouth, "You stole my sword...... You stole my sword......"

Everyone in the audience looked at each other, all of them were a little speechless. Aren't you enough of these overwhelming swords?

Su Heng silently watched the duel between the two, in his eyes, although the little sword saint's means of condensing the sword with qi were extraordinary, the sword rain offensive was even more like rain hitting bananas endlessly, one wave stronger than a wave, but if there were only these means, I am afraid that it would not be able to call it the name of "Little Sword Saint".

"Heart Sword ......" Su Heng suddenly remembered Wang Lun's previous words, and smiled in his heart, "I don't know what kind of heart sword technique it is." ”

After Aya Shuangshuang resisted the sword wave attack of the little sword saint with the white feather field, the phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the pair of white wings flew into the sky with her, jumping straight over the entangled white feather field and pounced on the little sword saint.

With her temperament, how can she be willing to defend all the time, and as soon as she sees the right time, she immediately starts to fight back.

However, the shock also happened at this very moment.

The little sword saint's double pupils suddenly flourished, and a shadowless and invisible qi wave surged out from his body, and the roar enveloped the entire ring. In the midst of everyone's exclamations, the white feathers that were fighting against the flying sword suddenly froze, and they no longer resisted the sword rain, but turned around and shot towards Ayashuang one after another.

The white feather was originally soft and light, but at this moment, it became extremely sharp, like the edge of the heavenly sword, and with a single blow, it devoured its master. The sudden scene startled everyone.

Aya Shuangshuang herself was also shocked, and had to stop the counterattack to deal with this sudden change.

The Feather Ascension Technique unfolded with all her might, trying to regain control of the white feather in the sky, but the next moment, she couldn't help but lose her complexion.

There was another invisible force that couldn't be explained, cutting off her connection with the White Feather Field, and White Feather changed hands.

"Heart Sword!"

Ayashuang's heart sank, she had also heard of Little Sword Master's signature sword style, but the two sides had never fought in person, and she couldn't understand this

What kind of heart sword is it.

Now, the other party has resorted to such a strange method, and Aya Shuangshuang immediately thought of the heart sword.

"What kind of power is this?Heart Sword Heart Sword, isn't it the Heart Condensing Sword?Use the power of the Yuan Shen and the Mind to manipulate him to materialize the sword for his own use?If that's the case......"

Aya Shuang was both talented and intelligent, and soon thought of a way to deal with it, and immediately retreated, sacrificed a treasure, and held it in his arms.

If you look closely, it is a milky white lute.

Aya Shuangshuang is dressed in a pink shirt, her eyebrows are picturesque, and she is already delicate and bright, but at this time, she has a brutal personality and a pipa in her arms, and she has become a classical lady.

Her eyes stared at the little sword saint for a moment, and her mouth opened lightly, "It is said that the little sword saint of Xiaoyao Heaven is invincible in the sword technique of one hand, this girl wants to try, can your heart sword, can block my feather Tianyin." ”

Words, Aya's double jade hands on the pipa caress lightly, gently and slowly twist and wipe the complex between the picks, the noisy and cut sound softly, such as the jade beads walking on the plate, crisp and pleasant, the listener is all swaying, only to feel fluttering immortals, as if to transcend the world, feathering and soaring, since then there is no disaster and no disaster, free and easy.

Then, the tone changed again, sometimes like a silver bottle bursting, swords and guns fighting, sometimes like a cuckoo crying blood, apes wailing...... Mixed joys and sorrows, ups and downs.

The sudden change seemed to pull the people back to reality, making them realize the thousand sufferings and tribulations of the world. And if you want to get rid of the sea of suffering in the world, you must listen to the sound of feathering the sky, clarify the various states of the red dust, and achieve eternal detachment.

The feathered celestial sound permeated the universe, like a magic sound filling the brain, invading everyone's minds and making people sink. However, in addition to the serving disciples of Yuyuan Mountain, most of the monks present were outstanding disciples of various sects, and they hurriedly cut off the magic sounds that lingered in their minds with great perseverance and isolated them with their divine powers.

"This is the feather Tianyin of the Feather Immortal Island, its sound is like a fairy, but its meaning is like a demon, the heart is slashed, there is no disadvantage, it is the art of supreme sound killing, and the Buddhist six-character mantra is the same name, everyone be careful!"

Someone reminded loudly.

Needless to say, there are already many people who block out sound waves. And those who don't know in advance will respond immediately after being reminded.

Fortunately, Ayashuang's attack target was not them, and there was still a light curtain between the crowd and the battlefield, and only two or three percent of the power was transmitted to the outside world. Otherwise, it would be impossible for everyone to get rid of the Feathered Heavenly Sound so easily.

"Feather Tianyin ......" Su Heng wrote down this technique, his fingers moved slightly, and an invisible magnetic field shrouded Xinyue next to him, pulling his lost mind back.

After Xiao Xinyue came back to her senses, cold sweat was dripping on her white forehead, and she looked at Aya Shuangshuang in the ring with horror in her eyes, her eyes full of fear.

"It's horrible...... her body trembled.

Su Heng shook his head secretly, the aftermath of this diffuse sound wave, even ordinary Xuan Immortals couldn't resist it, let alone a small golden pill.

"Su Gongzi, thank you. Xiao Xinyue also knew who saved her, and hurriedly thanked her.

Su Heng bowed slightly, and smiled in return, "Little things." ”

In the ring, as soon as the Feather Tianyin came out, Aya Shuangshuang immediately cut off the mind control of the little sword saint, regained the control of the white feathers in the sky, and controlled them to face countless sword rains again.

And the terrifying sound killing technique swept forward like a tide, violently impacting the little sword master, trying to tear it to pieces.