The aqua blue sword qi rushed into the sky with layers of water waves, and hundreds of water currents circled around the sword qi!

The momentum and power have far exceeded the level that the Heavenly Rank can exert itself!

"Beyond the Limit Strike!" Shen Huan on the ground muttered to himself as he looked at the water flow and sword qi combined moves that broke through the clouds.

Lan Feixi on the side had good hearing, and keenly grasped the four words that Shenhuan whispered: "Brother Shenhuan, what is the 'Boundless Strike'?"

Shin-hwan didn't explain.

It's not that Shenhuan doesn't want to explain, it's that Shenhuan himself doesn't understand what "Boundless Strike" is. The term "Beyond the Limit" did exist in the back of his mind, but the specific explanation of the word was indeed blank, as if his knowledge of this part was accidentally missing.

Qing Yue's expression, who was about to bear Lan Zhishui's last sword head-on, was much more nervous, although he had made significant progress in the previous battle, but in the face of this powerful sword, he was still unsure!

The cyan water dragon also smelled the breath of danger, and the dragon qi spewed out, turning into layers of shield-shaped water patterns, protecting himself and the green leap above his head!

With the strength of the body of the water dragon of the Shou clan, he did not dare to directly suffer the next attack with his body!

"Are you ready?" Lan Zhishui's voice, which had risen to the top of his body, swept away his previous hoarseness, and resounded through the sky like a bell!

At this moment, Lan Zhishui had already hit a real fire, and he was on the verge of the limit with an irrepressible desire to win in his heart, completely forgetting that if he killed Qing Yue here, it would affect the joint plan of the Ten Directions Water Clan. At this moment, the blue stop water only seeks victory!

The water and the sky change!

A circular water ring suddenly exploded in the air, sweeping across the clouds that covered the sky, and at the moment when the blue sky appeared, a sword qi that was almost condensed into substance stabbed down from the center of the water ring surrounded by hundreds of water streams!

"Hundreds of rivers meet the sea and the sea is the sky!"

The Guardian Water Dragon spat out dragon qi frantically regardless of consumption, and the shield-shaped water ripples condensed layer by layer, trying to block this life-threatening sword!

The shield-shaped water vein, which has extremely high resistance to blows, is powerless to shatter under the impact of hundreds of water currents and sword qi, and it can't even hold on to a breath!

The water ripples are broken layer by layer, and they are constantly replenished, but the speed of replenishment cannot keep up with the destruction speed of this shocking sword. After the last layer of water ripples was shattered, Qing Yue had no choice but to face it head-on!

"Break it for me!" Qing Yue roared angrily, and the two scythes came out at the same time, and two half-moon-shaped cyan qi swept up from the bottom to the top, meeting the blue sword qi that stabbed down!

But these two half-moon-shaped cyan qi only lasted for three breaths before they were smashed by the water flow around the blue sword qi!

The reason why the "Beyond the Limit Strike" can be called the "Beyond the Limit Strike" is because the destructive power of this blow has exceeded the limit power that the user's current realm can exert! Even if Lan Zhishui is only a powerhouse in the early stage of the Heavenly Rank, his blow "Hundred Rivers Converge the Sea and the Sea is the Sky!", is not something that any Heavenly Rank person can take on alone!

At the last moment, the huge dragon head of the loyal Guardian Water Dragon leaned back and threw Qing Yue into the air, and he forcibly connected the blue sword qi with his own body!

Even though the blue sword qi and water flow had already consumed a lot in the process of destroying the shield-shaped water pattern and cyan qi, it was still not something that the Guardian Water Dragon could resist.

I heard a miserable howl from the cyan water dragon, and a beautiful and tough cyan dragon scale exploded into debris in the sky, and the huge body was bleeding everywhere, falling from the sky weakly!

The Guardian Water Dragon is made by the essence of the Ten Directions Water Tribe, even if it is seriously injured, it will not cause death, as long as it is replenished by water, the Guardian Water Dragon can recover slowly. But after this blow, the guardian water dragon of the Qingshui Clan can only spend a long time in cultivation......

The hundred streams of water that surrounded the aqua blue sword qi had all disappeared after the heavy damage to the cyan water dragon, but the aqua blue sword qi still had residual strength!

When the water dragon of the defending clan was severely damaged, the water blue sword qi exploded on the dragon's body, turning into a short sword of water flowing more than a foot long for thousands of ways to encircle and kill Qing Yue, who was thrown away by the water dragon of the defending clan!

The speed, trajectory, direction, and change of the Thousand Short Swords are different, as if there are a thousand swordsmen at the same time!

Hundreds of rivers meet the sea, after they are broken, they are still hundreds of rivers!

A thousand swords are dying, and Qing Yue, whose life is hanging by a thread, doesn't know where to get the courage, gives up the plan to dodge and escape, stands still in the air with both feet, flies with a hook and sickle, and faces it head-on!

In Qing Yue's hands, the pair of hook sickles that flashed with cold light were sometimes like swords, sometimes knives, sometimes like chains, and sometimes like practice, changing in the offensive of thousands of sword qi!

At the beginning, there were still a few short swords that almost injured Qing Yue, but as time continued, Qing Yue's defense became more and more mature, and the weapon of the hook and sickle, which was more than enough to attack and not enough to defend, seemed to have turned into a giant shield in his hands, without revealing a flaw!

Shen Huan, who had been watching all this, was even more sure of his previous judgment - this disciple Qingyue was indeed a genius!

It's just that before that, his talent had been buried under the protection of his grandfather!

When the last water flow short sword was shattered by Qing Yue, Qing Yue's face was full of relief and pride. In addition to experience and exhaustion, there was also an obvious trace of frustration and frustration on Lan Zhishui's face in the distance.

The authorities are obsessed.

Shen Huan could see Qing Yue's talent from Qing Yue's rapid progress, and naturally felt that Lan Zhishui had lost this battle. But Lan Zhishui, the authority of the authorities, only knew that he had lost...... And it was lost to a lustful gentleman...... Thinking that he couldn't even defeat a single gentleman, Lan Zhishui's ambition to save the Shifang Water Tribe was also lowered a lot......

For the first time, Lan Zhishui wondered if his ability was really the same as he imagined, or had he always overestimated himself?

"Hahahaha! Now, do you have any other skills? Come on, keep playing the sword!" Qing Yue, whose self-confidence had reached an unprecedented height, had forgotten that the reason why he was still standing was because the Guardian Water Dragon had resisted the strongest first wave of attacks for him at the cost of being seriously injured and dying.

In the face of Qing Yue's bravado, Lan Zhishui didn't even have the mood to fight back. Continuing to control the sky is already an extremely laborious thing for the current Lan Zhishui, and Lan Zhishui's figure began to slowly decline, and the posture of admitting defeat has appeared......

Qing Yue didn't just let go of Lan Zhishui, his body sped down, and the hook sickle shone with a deadly cold light!

Just when Qing Yue was about to rush to Lan Zhishui's side, a black figure flashed three times in a row, and when Qing Yue saw the appearance of the person who came, a black and lightless long sword was already across Qing Yue's neck!

The sword-wielding man moved without any signs of strength, as if Qing Yue had slammed his neck into the blade of the sword!

The frightened Qing Yue hurriedly stopped, and even so, the sharp blade still left a shallow blood mark on his neck!