Yan Xu held his sword to the sky, and the dark blue true yuan rushed to the sky, and then a huge phantom appeared behind him.

It is the Dharma of the Moral Heavenly Venerable, the head of the Three Qings.

The moral Tianzun is solemn, and he presses it in the air with one hand, and suddenly the wind and clouds change, and the thunder is thunderous.

There was a bright emperor star faintly in the void, surrounded by stars.

Ye Chen, who was outside the court, exclaimed: "Won't this be the final move of the Sanqing Divine Sword, and the morality will be reduced to Taiyi!" ”

The well-informed Taoist on the side: "I can't be wrong, it must be that move, I haven't seen the final move of the Divine Sword for many years!" ”

"This move can only be used at least in the middle of the ruin realm, but it is difficult to practice, it is much more difficult than the first two moves, and it requires a high level of understanding!"

"I heard that this move seems to be a sword move, but it is not a sword move, Yan Xu, this kid is really surprising!"

Yanhua was shocked by his hair again.

The Zhidao Zhenren in the stands nodded with satisfaction, affirming Yan Xu's understanding and strength.

Qi Tianxia's expression was a little serious, but it had not yet reached the point of solemnity.

Because he was not worried about the outcome of this battle, he knew the gap between Sikong Xuan and Yan Xu's cultivation.

Sikong Xuan saw that this move was huge, and a solemn expression appeared on his face for the first time.

I saw him insert the Purple Dragon Divine Sword on the ground, and his palms were immediately spread out in front of him, and the purple light around him suddenly appeared.

"What is Sikong Xuan doing? He even abandoned his sword and didn't use it! ”

"That's it! That's the Purple Dragon Divine Sword, how many people in this world can be called a divine sword! ”

Sikong Xuan's hands quickly sealed, and the purple brilliance turned into Confucian characters.

The characters were arranged one after another above his head, eventually taking the form of a tome.

Seeing this, the lord of the Confucian sect in the stands smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems that Xuan'er's cultivation has grown again!"

Someone outside the venue suddenly exclaimed: "This is actually the trick of the Spring and Autumn Holy Scriptures, this is the supreme mastery of the Confucian Academy!" ”

"The Spring and Autumn Holy Canon is phased, this is much more clever than what Sikong Ji used!"

"There are so many, one is heaven and the other is earth!"

"Yes, this is the genuine version, and I'm afraid that Sikong Ji is not even a pirated version!"

The words made Sikong on the side extremely embarrassed, but he was indeed shocked by his brother's methods.

It is said that the tricks of the Spring and Autumn Holy Scriptures he used before were secretly taught to him by his brother, but he really only learned a scratch of the surface.

As soon as the Spring and Autumn Holy Scripture appeared, it immediately exuded a heroic aura, and at the same time brought great pressure to Yan Xu.

"What a powerful Sikong Xuan!"

Yan Xu ascended to the sky, and then a sword slashed down, and the giant palms in the void suddenly fell down pillars of light, which looked like sword qi but didn't look like sword qi, and went straight to Sikong Xuan.

Sikong Xuan shouted: "The third volume of the Spring and Autumn Holy Scripture, the Spring and Autumn Festival is still clear!" ”

I saw that the Dharma seal in Sikong Xuan's hand changed, and the holy book above his head was opened, and the characters on the two pages flashed with purple light.

The pillars of Dao light hit the Spring and Autumn Holy Scriptures one after another, and at the same time, there were bursts of streamers.

Every time the pillar of light fell, the light of the Spring and Autumn Holy Scriptures weakened by a point, and the words on the holy scriptures would disappear by one or two, but they could not penetrate the holy scriptures.

The people outside the audience sighed: "This Spring and Autumn Holy Scripture is worthy of being the supreme mastery of the Heavenly Chapter Saint, it is so magical!" ”

"Yan Xu's Sanqing Divine Sword is not far behind!"

"Although Sikong Xuan's move is on the defensive, I think he will definitely fight back in the end!"

Yan Xu said secretly: "What a powerful Confucian master, it is impeccable!" ”

When the last pillar of light fell, the light of the Spring and Autumn Sacred Scripture was already very dim, and there were not many words left on the sacred scripture.

The Moral Heavenly Venerable Law has long been gone, only the void of Yan Xu.

Sikong Xuan said in a loud voice: "Is this your limit?" It's my turn! ”

His hands fluttered, and his handprints changed one after another, only to see that the Spring and Autumn Holy Scripture above his head dissipated, but the remaining words still shone with purple light, and rushed towards Yan Xu in mid-air under his control.

Yan Xu's face was solemn, he knew that every rune that rushed over contained a huge amount of spiritual power, although there were not many of those runes.

He sighed, "Is this the gap? If I also reach the late stage of the Ruins Realm, maybe Sikong Xuan's move will be broken by me! ”

Shui Qingqian exclaimed: "Brother Yan, be careful!" ”

Yan Xu had been locked by Sikong Xuan, and in a hurry, he had no choice but to resort to the Tai Chi rotation move.

As he waved his hands, he saw a spherical Tai Chi enchantment enveloping him.

When Tai Chi rotated, most of the runes were turned elsewhere by him, but the spiritual power contained in the runes was too huge, and Yan Xu was still broken through the defensive circle by a rune.

only heard a muffled snort, and Yan Xu was immediately shot down on the martial arts arena.

He was not lightly injured this time, and a mouthful of blood could no longer hold back, soaking the white clothes on his chest into blood red.

The water behind him was clear and shallow with heartache, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Yan Xu turned his head and smiled slightly, handing Shui Qingqian a comforting look.

The Lord of the Sea and Sky Pavilion watched every move of the water in his eyes.

She sighed and said secretly: "Shallow child, you are the future of Haitian Pavilion!" ”

Although she couldn't bear to deprive Shui Qingqian of happiness, she had no choice but to do it for the sake of Haitian Pavilion.

The real person on the stage said secretly: "It's still too reluctant!" The gap between the mid-stage and late-stage cultivation is still too big! ”

Yan Xu spat out blood and said in a deep voice: "Brother Sikong, Fang is the first move!" ”

"The third move! Yan Xu, I admit that you are very strong, even stronger than Senior Brother Yun Lin in the Buddha Township! It's a pity that you met me this time, it's your misfortune! ”

Yan Xu smiled: "It's interesting to fight with you!" I have no ill will towards you, but I have no affection for your self-righteous brother! You have repeatedly targeted me for your brother's sake, and I naturally can't let you get your wish! Including this battle! ”

Sikong Xuan said disdainfully: "Oh? I'd like to see what else you can do! You have lost most of your true yuan now, and you haven't even been able to defeat me with the strongest move, how are you going to win me? ”

"You either admit defeat obediently, or Ye Chen's fate that day!"

Yan Xu snorted: "You are indeed handsome and extraordinary, a little more handsome than me, but don't think too beautiful!" ”

Yan Xu used a sword to dominate the sky, and carried the Vermilion Bird Xuangong, and the Zhuyang Divine Sword suddenly glowed with cyan brilliance.

The sword body let out a soft groan, like the cry of a vermilion bird, and the divine sword suddenly shone brightly.

Sikong Xuan closed his eyes slightly, "What a strong divine sword qi, that sword is not ordinary!" ”

Zhidao Zhenren let out a sigh of surprise and stood up, as if to be able to see farther and more clearly.

"The sword in his hand, is it the Zhuyang Divine Sword?"

After hearing this, Qi Tianxia took a closer look and said: "Brother Zhidao is right, I said that I always feel that the sword is very familiar!" Yan Xu, this kid is hidden deep enough! ”

At this time, Yan Xu's body was also glowing with cyan brilliance, this brilliance was completely different from the breath of the Taishang Wuji True Yuan, and there was actually a breath of a divine beast.

Sikong Xuan exclaimed, "What kind of trick did you use?" ”

Yan Xu said in a deep voice: "This is the means you want to see!" ”

Ye Chen, who was outside the court, said, "When did Yan Xu learn other exercises?" How come I haven't seen it! ”

Shui Qingqian said in a low voice: "This is the Vermilion Bird Xuangong that Brother Yan learned a year ago, and I heard him say that he got it before going down the mountain!" ”

Ye Chen said in disbelief: "What kind of luck has he gotten here!" I was able to get one of the supreme inheritances of this sect! ”

Zhidao Zhenren said excitedly: "The Zhuyang Divine Sword can only exert its greatest power when it uses the Vermilion Bird Xuangong, is this breath the Qi of the Vermilion Bird True Yuan?" When did Yan Xu get the inheritance of Vermilion Bird Xuangong! ”

He suddenly felt that there might be a turning point in this competition.

Qi Tianxia was shocked again, "Hasn't the Vermilion Bird Xuangong been lost for five hundred years?" ”

Even the Heavenly Spirit Buddha Township and the Lord of the Sea Heaven Pavilion all showed incredible expressions.

Bai Ruxiang sighed: "This kid's mind is not simple! How can you hide it so far! ”

Qi Tianxia no longer has the calm state he had before.

He only hoped that this accident would not change the final result, after all, the gap between the two of them in cultivation was there.

At this time, a huge Vermilion Bird appeared in the sky above Yan Xu, and the divine beast Suzaku spread its wings.

I saw that the wings on the wings turned out to be flaming sword feathers.

As the wings flapped, countless flames fell around, startling everyone to retreat.

After all, the trick used by Yan Xu was seen by many people outside the field, and the field suddenly exploded.

"He actually inherited the supreme magic of the Daomen, the Vermilion Bird Xuangong! The previous inheritor, Zhao Guangming, is known as the Vermilion Bird Venerable, hasn't he been missing for five hundred years? ”

"Could it be that Zhao Guangming didn't die, and secretly accepted an apprentice five hundred years later?"

"It can't be! Storytellers don't dare to make it up like that! ”

Yan Xu flew up, appeared in the middle of the wings of the Vermilion Bird, and slashed down with a sword.

The wings swirled around him, and then the flaming sword feathers shot out towards Sikong Xuan like an overwhelming sky, and the sky was filled with clouds of fire.

"Pick me up Suzaku Wings!"

Sikong Xuan said secretly: "Such a deep scheming, it was only revealed at this time!" ”

He was shocked and shocked, but he was not flustered, his hands were spread out in front of his chest, and a guqin appeared on his hands out of thin air.

It's Mo Baiqin!

Smell Kerr's weapons!

He wanted to use Wen Ke'er's fairy qin to deal with Yan Xu, so as to avenge her!

When Mo Baiqin appeared, Wen Ke'er's eyes behind him were faintly filled with tears, and he was moved.

Sikong Xuan sat cross-legged, his hands kept plucking the strings, his fingertips flew rapidly, and an aggressive and high-spirited piano sound came.

"The second breath of the Guangling Divine Comedy, the demonic atmosphere!"

I saw that the sound of the piano was boundless, filling the heavens and the earth, and finally turned into a huge purple dragon.

Zilong did not attack Yan Xu, but circled around Sikong Xuan, which turned out to be a move to protect the master.

The flaming sword feathers all shot at the dragon, causing the dragon to wail.

"It is said that this Sikong Xuan is the rare crown of the six arts in Confucianism, and the exercises of the six academies are all well-known, and it really deserves its name! Unexpectedly, he used the three academies one after another! ”

"Although Yan Xu has Vermilion Bird Xuangong, it is still difficult to win him!"

The sword feather vanished, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dragon dissipated.

Yan Xu's breathing was a little short at this time, after all, he had consumed too much True Yuan in a few moves in a row, and he was already a little overwhelmed.

Sikong Xuan said indifferently: "I have to say that you are better than I imagined, and it is also difficult to entangle!" If you have any other tricks, use them all! ”

Yan Xu saw that he was calm and relaxed, and his heart had begun to sink.

However, he firmly believed that Sikong Xuan must have consumed a lot of true yuan.

"Soul Bead, Soul Bead, you really don't have a relationship with me, do you?"

Yan Xu said in a deep voice: "Since I haven't fallen yet, then you don't want to win too comfortably!" Let's take a look! ”