The Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword pierced through the space, and with this unparalleled speed and might, it pointed directly at Leng Qingqiu. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Lu Xuan first issued the sword of the unity of heaven and man, the disciples had not paid enough attention, but at this moment, when their attention was all focused on this sword, they found that this sword was so exquisite, even if they could not see through the essence of this move with their eyes, but the power of the Heavenly Dao carried by this move alone was enough to make them dazzled, this is the martial artist's instinctive awe of the Heavenly Dao.

The long swords in the hands of some disciples actually trembled slightly involuntarily at this moment, emitting a slight sound of sword roars, as if all the swords were bowing towards the Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword.

They are not only worshipping the Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword, but also worshipping the sword cast by Lu Xuan, the Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword is a spiritual weapon, even if the spirit of the weapon is no longer there, but it will not affect its power at all, in the field of weapons, the spiritual weapon is almost supreme, and the sword of the unity of heaven and man is the first form of the Heavenly Sword Ninefold, if they can use this sword, it is their glory.

A shocking sword struck instantly, Leng Qingqiu couldn't avoid it, he had to shout angrily, and forcibly took out the sword, it was still a sword dripping blood, only with this sword, he had the qualifications to compete with Lu Xuan, yes, the current situation has undergone a shocking reversal, it is no longer Lu Xuan to resist Leng Qingqiu's attack, but Leng Qingqiu's trick to resist Lu Xuan, if it can't be stopped, then it is Leng Qingqiu who loses!

Defeat, this is something that Leng Qingqiu can't accept no matter what, and whoever loses in his hands can't be defeated under Lu Xuan.

"Break it for me!" Leng Qingqiu roared angrily. The dripping blood style was urged by him to the extreme, and in an instant, six swords came out in a row, and they had already broken through the previous five swords, and after sending out this move, Leng Qingqiu almost felt a sense of prostration.

Why is the dripping blood style called the dripping blood style? That is because it needs to burn the essence blood to urge, and the dripping blood is not just an adjective, but a real drop of blood, and it is not ordinary blood, but the essence blood that is very important to the warrior! It is precisely because of this that the dripping blood style has this extraordinary power.

In order to teach Lu Xuan a hard lesson. Leng Qingqiu's first shot was to choose the self-injury dripping style. Although he achieved extremely dazzling results, smashing a human-level high-grade treasure weapon in one fell swoop, Lu Xuan was indomitable, and Leng Qingqiu had to make a second move. Unexpectedly, the blood-dripping style of the second shot was actually broken by Lu Xuan. This time. It is the third time that Leng Qingqiu has used the blood dripping method, and he has burned essence blood three times in a row in a short period of time, even with Leng Qingqiu's background, it is a little unbearable. He only hoped that this sword could successfully defeat Lu Xuan, otherwise, this battle that he thought he would win would probably undergo unexpected changes.

The two have entered the most fierce struggle, no one can retreat, in the face of Leng Qingqiu's extreme outburst, Lu Xuan's face is extremely indifferent, and his momentum is indomitable, without the slightest fear.

The Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword is in hand, the Heavenly Sword is in the hand, no one can stop Lu Xuan's progress, a sword comes from the west, the world bows down, and it is cold and clear, how can it be stopped?!

Bite!

The tips of the swords collided, and the sharp sound almost pierced everyone's eardrums, and at this moment, many disciples who lacked strength actually became deaf for a moment.

But no one cared about these things anymore, everyone clenched their fists, staring at the two people in the center of the hall without blinking, caring about the outcome of this battle, who won and who lost? Will Leng Qingqiu defeat Lu Xuan strongly and maintain his well-deserved reputation as a senior brother, or will Lu Xuan be a latecomer and successfully counterattack Leng Qingqiu as a new personal disciple.

Taking the middle of the confrontation between the two as the flashpoint, a violent Yuan Force shock wave erupted, this time the force of recoil was stronger than before, affected by this shock wave, Lu Xuan couldn't help but feel a stagnation in his chest, as if he had been hammered, and his breathing was a little unsmooth, but fortunately, the effect of the Renshui Divine Pattern quietly unfolded, and a cool meaning rose from the limbs, Lu Xuan was suddenly as refreshing as drinking nectar, and the oppressive force from his chest was greatly relieved.

On the other hand, Leng Qingqiu, at this moment, his state is extremely poor, he has already borne a great load by burning the essence and blood in his body three times in a row, and now he has suffered such a violent counterattack force, where can he still withstand it, he does not have the Wutu Divine Pattern and the Renshui Divine Pattern to protect himself.

I saw that Leng Qingqiu was instantly shocked back by the powerful impact force, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood had already gushed up, Leng Qingqiu wanted to forcibly hold back, but the state was too bad, he couldn't hold it anymore, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

With this mouthful of blood spurting out, Leng Qingqiu felt that his body suddenly felt a lot better, but he didn't feel the slightest joy, because it meant that he had lost in front of Lu Xuan, his body was comfortable, but his face was completely lost, for Leng Qingqiu, this was more uncomfortable than making him seriously injured.

Since his strength was attained, looking at the disciples of the entire Xuanbing Pavilion, who could make him vomit blood? Maybe Zhao Bing'er had this strength, but the two of them had never fought head-on.

There was no surprise to Leng Qingqiu, as his mouthful of blood spurted out, the audience instantly became in an uproar, fighting hard, Leng Qingqiu fought with Lu Xuan for the first time, but the second time he was beaten by Lu Xuan to vomit blood and fly.

If Lu Xuan was also seriously injured, it might be easier for the disciples to accept it, but looking at Lu Xuan like this, it was obviously much better than Leng Qingqiu, and if he was not injured, he could not be disguised.

Only then did they remember that Lu Xuan's protective ability was extremely perverted, and with the same anti-shock force, Leng Qingqiu couldn't withstand it, but Lu Xuan might not be hurt much.

"I can't believe it, it's the first time I've seen Senior Brother Leng so embarrassed in all my years in Xuanbing Pavilion, and he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood. ”

"Lu Xuan's sword just now is really an extreme second, in my opinion, that sword is almost the pinnacle, it is definitely the strongest sword I have ever seen in my life, no wonder it can compete with Senior Brother Leng's blood-dripping sword technique. ”

"Don't ignore the sword in Lu Xuan's hand, a sword that looks so broken can actually support such a strong collision, what level of weapon does this have to be?

"No wonder Lu Xuan has been carrying it behind him, now it seems that this sword is Lu Xuan's real hole card, maybe it is a ground-level treasure. ”

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The chaotic discussion sounded, and all the disciples spoke highly of Lu Xuan's amazing performance just now, especially the mysterious broken sword in Lu Xuan's hand, and the unknown martial arts that were enough to compete with the blood-dripping sword technique, all of which aroused their strong curiosity.

"Lu Xuan is really unfathomable. Su Chuanan sighed softly and said, with his identity and strength, it is already commendable to be able to make such an evaluation of Lu Xuan.

Yang Weili nodded in agreement: "That's true, I'm afraid no one expected that Lu Xuan would set off another hole card at such a moment, and he also successfully suppressed Leng Qingqiu." ”

There is another sentence that Yang Willy did not say, that is, he already thinks that he is inferior to Lu Xuan, even if Leng Qingqiu suppresses his strength in the sixth level of refining gods, he will not be Leng Qingqiu's opponent, not to mention anything else, just the blood-dripping sword technique, it is not something he can resist, the biggest possibility is that he will end up with the same fate as Lu Xuan before, and the sword will be broken.

Lu Xuan is becoming more and more courageous at the moment, and he has made two moves in a row, which makes Lu Xuan feel extremely happy, he has just broken through, and he urgently needs a battle to test his strength, and the current result makes him extremely satisfied.

Successfully suppressed Leng Qingqiu, which made Lu Xuan full of confidence, his bright eyes stared at Leng Qingqiu again, and shouted: "Come again!"

Hearing this, Leng Qingqiu's eyes flashed with a look of incredulity, could it be that Lu Xuan still had the ability to deliver the blow just now? How could it be! An attack of this strength could not be released continuously at all, even if it was full of Yuan power, his body would not be enough to bear it, if he forcibly cast it, he would probably have already suffered a heavy blow before he killed the enemy first.

However, no matter how he refused to believe it, a familiar light had already flashed on the Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword, a dazzling and gorgeous sword light, an almost perfect sword, falling in Leng Qingqiu's eyes, but there was no beauty at all, he only felt that this sword was a deadly god of death, and with his current state, he couldn't resist it at all.

Leng Qingqiu believed that as long as he opened his mouth to admit defeat, Lu Xuan would never continue to attack, but who was he? He was Leng Qingqiu! Xuanbing Pavilion's well-deserved big disciple, everyone knew Leng Qingqiu!

How could he Leng Qingqiu take the initiative to admit defeat to a newly promoted personal disciple, not to mention that this new disciple was none other than Lu Xuan, whom he hated to the core, who dared to mock himself to his face and rob Lu Xuan of his own woman! If he admitted defeat to Lu Xuan, then the majesty he had accumulated over the years would be swept away, and his face would be lost!

Under the gaze of countless disciples, Leng Qingqiu once again lifted the sword in his hand, but he even forgot to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, looking completely unchic and extremely embarrassed.

The luster in Lu Xuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he looked at Leng Qingqiu with a kind of overlooking gaze, and the whole person suddenly ejected, and the long sword was like a rainbow, pointing directly at Leng Qingqiu!

Seeing that Lu Xuan's state was still intact and not a disguise, Leng Qingqiu broke the last trace of illusion in his heart, shouted loudly, and rushed forward under the strong pressure brought by the unity of heaven and man!

The speed of both of them was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, the fourth head-on collision between the two began.

Lu Xuan's eyes were extremely sharp, and he shouted: "Give it to me, broken!"

The fierce power brought by the Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword, under Lu Xuan's control, all acted on the long sword in Leng Qingqiu's hand, although it did not have the penetrating drilling power of the Dripping Blood Style, but it had an absolute power that the Dripping Blood Sword could not compare, and more importantly, the material of the Xuanbing Phoenix Blood Sword was not comparable to this ordinary treasure at all.

Bang!

The long sword in Leng Qingqiu's hand was like an egg hitting a stone, shattering into countless pieces in an instant...... (To be continued.) )