A cold and powerful aura rose in the room.

The moonlight in the night seemed to be a little brighter, and the light of the night pearl seemed a little dim.

The people in front of the hall suddenly quieted down, Liu Fuyao and the others looked slightly different, and even Lord Zhuge became solemn.

Just a breath has such a spirit, and Ouyang Luo doesn't know how strong it is now.

Wang Jing's expression was serious, and the Taoist clothes on his body were windless, and then he drew his sword.

The long sword was unsheathed, as if the wind was surging, and the red lanterns hanging on the main hall fluttered in the wind.

He closed his eyes and felt the breeze, then looked at Ouyang Luo and said, "Come on." ”

Ouyang Luo replied, "Please." ”

The voice was still echoing in the night sky, and Wang Jing had already drawn his sword.

The long sword slashed sideways like a hurricane, and it was very fast, like the night wind at this time. The red lanterns hanging on the main hall suddenly broke in one direction, as if they could break at any moment.

When the sword was released, the surrounding air also produced zigzag ripples with the sword.

The clothes are fluttering, there are phantoms accompanying each other, very simple, there is a slight bend, like teeth, so it is a crescent moon.

"Moon walk."

Someone recognized Ouyang Luo's body method, the Ouyang family's unique practice body method, the moon walk.

Wang Jing's sword arrived, Ouyang Luo walked with Zhanlan's moonlight with the moon steps, and the long sword was stabbed, but it was a phantom.

The wind rises in the courtyard and flows in front of the temple. The red lantern rustles, and the light becomes dim, much like the petals of begonia flowers falling, and it gradually becomes attractive to the eye.

No one wants to withdraw their gaze, and no one wants to blink. No one thought that the last night would be so exciting, and the few swords in the opening scene had a place for people to choose.

If Ouyang Luo's sword stabbed out, what would be the result?

Everyone was thinking, someone clenched their fists.

Xiujian went away with the breeze.

In the end, she did not stab, but turned into a sword shadow.

Without contact, Wang Jing's sword stabbed into the air. At the tip of the sword, ripples like waves rippled instantly, and it was one zhang long. With a bang, a crack appeared in the ground of the square, and the crack was several feet long, longer than a sword.

A sword slashed into the air, Wang Jing did not hesitate, he slammed back his sword, and wanted to slash at his right side.

But he was still a step too slow.

Since Xiujian has already disappeared, it will naturally be able to appear earlier.

The soft white light lit up from the right side of the bangs, and the Xiujian had been cut down, like a white moon, shining brightly.

Wang Jing didn't have time to block it with his sword, his face suddenly became ugly, his feet stomped violently, and his body retreated sharply, he wanted to try to see if he could dodge this sword.

But at the moment when Wang Jing wanted to retreat, Ouyang Luo had already taken another step forward with the moon step. At this time, her sword had already pierced Wang Jing's right shoulder.

The sword goes with the person, and this sword is deep.

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded in front of the hall.

Wang Jing took another step, this time it was heavier than the last time, his body retreated sharply, retreated again and again, and in a blink of an eye, he had reached the edge of the front of the palace.

The sound suddenly stopped and the night breeze was silent.

Wang Jing lowered his head and looked at the ground.

Where I was standing, there was a deep footprint, next to which were several pieces of rubble stained with blood.

A thin wound appeared on his right shoulder, and it would have been difficult to see the location of the wound had it not been for the blood pouring out. Blood dripped down his shirt, and you can imagine how deep the wound was.

So far, this attempt seems to be very long, but in fact it is very short, and the two have fought less often, but in this short period of time, someone has already been injured.

Wang Jing raised his head and found that Ouyang Luo was still standing in place, with a sword on his back.

"Remarkable."

He said: "I thought that the sword just now, no matter how bad it was, could only scratch the flesh and skin, but I didn't expect it to be amazingly fast." ”

Ouyang Luo said: "If you want to stop the bleeding, we all have good doctors. ”

Wang Jing shook his head with a smile and said, "If you bleed, maybe it's just the beginning now." ”

Ouyang Luo said: "Then what you just said was just a compliment?" ”

Wang Jing said solemnly: "Of course not, I just sighed." I just saw the body technique, and I don't know if I can see the sword technique next. ”

Ouyang Luo said seriously: "Maybe you can try." ”

Wang Jing held the long sword in his hand, and his expression became Lingran. He held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand was naturally placed aside, so that he could not cover the wound, and the blood flowed down the extremely thin wound and dripped into the platform. However, in the next moment, the blood did not show signs of declining, but began to rise.

The wind rises again in front of the palace, I don't know where it started? I only know that it comes from all directions. You can't see the wind, you can only feel it. The dripping blood bloomed like a begonia flower, and Wang Jing clenched his sword tightly, immersed in the wind.

What everyone saw was that Wang Jing's clothes were windless and automatic, and from a long distance, they could feel a strong breath, rippling there.

This is the case from a long distance, but what about the immersive Ouyang Luo?

"Wang Jing is not stupid after all." Someone looked at what was happening in the field and thought carefully.

Entering the cultivation and understanding of the cultivation world, everyone knows that there are two famous things in the Bai family, the body method and the sword method. The previous battle was very short, but it is not difficult to see that Ouyang Luo's advantage is his body and moon steps, if he continues to fight like this, Wang Jing may not lose quickly, but he will be injured more and more.

Wang Jing's true qi was exhausted, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, he swung his sword, and the long sword reflected the light, like a wave, refracting a magnificent ripple, rippling in it.

The wind is dancing wildly, and the waves are majestic.

"A bold sword." Lord Zhuge suddenly brightened his eyes, which were a little cloudy because of old age.

Bai Jiu's expression became a little solemn, this sword was a little amazing, it was worthy of being the fifth powerhouse on the Tanhua List, he was thinking if he could do it next, if he couldn't, then what about Ouyang Luo?

Wang Jing slowly looked up at Ouyang Luo, Ouyang Luo was still standing there at this time, her expression was calm, her clothes were flying in the wind, and her sword was in her hand, which had already lit up with white light.

Wang Jing took a step forward, and his sword momentum rose up.

With every step he took, the wind became wilder. He walked forward step by step, very slowly.

But no matter how slow it is, there will be a time to get there.

He landed in front of Shiratsuki, a few feet away from him.

Wang Jing raised his sword and swung his sword, and the long sword shone like the Milky Way and fell to the dust.

The air rippled, rolling like the waves of the sea.

A long blue line appeared behind Wang Jing, it was very illusory, but it was real. There are waves that rise and fall from it, giving birth to countless bubbles. It was as if a few pale white clouds in the sky at this time, white and transparent.

…………

A wave descended from the sky.

This wave is strange because it has only one layer, not the layers of waves on the sea.

Maybe it's because the wind rises back and falls, and finally they come together in one place.

Wang Jing is a Taoist who returns to the peak of the Daomen, and when he is practicing, he feels the wind in the mountains, peeks at the cliff, and sees the East China Sea when he goes out to practice. Since then, his sword has changed, and the sea is the origin of this change.

The waves fell, and there was a faint roar, and although it was illusory, it had a bit of a real bearing.

…………

Wang Jing knew that his body technique was not as good as Ouyang Luo's, and if he continued with the body technique just now, he would definitely lose.

He wanted to win, so he thought of this method.

He did not hesitate to use his strongest means, wanting to use this wave to envelop Ouyang Luo, and then completely crush her.

Ouyang Luo's expression was slightly heavy, and her sword glowed endlessly.

Under the heavy white light, Xiujian became longer and wider.

She couldn't dodge the sword, because the blue water had completely enveloped her, and she could throw in the towel, but that would definitely not suit her character. Therefore, she can only go to pick up this sword.

How do I pick it up?

The ever-widening Xiujian in her hand was her answer.