Chapter 127: The duel of sword cultivation
() Shi Xian subconsciously turned his head when he heard the nun screaming.
Shi Xing's dazzling whip slashed a graceful arc in the air, and the friar's distorted face was infinitely magnified.
Who would have thought that she would not give up and took the opportunity to throw out a few water rockets.
Because of the close distance, Shi Xian could only quickly cast a spell with one hand to resist, and the other hand touched the ground according to his memory, and grasped the two long arrows.
And also...... A bone?
Shi Xian didn't have time to see what he had picked up, but he felt a sudden pain in his fingers, and he didn't know what he was cut by.
But at this time, I couldn't scruple about it, and I put it into the storage ring.
"Second sister!" Shi Xian calmly shouted at Shi Xing's position, Shi Xing understood, and the long whip in his hand attacked again.
Shi Xian only felt a tightness around his waist, Shi Xing's whip was already wrapped around his body, and his arm held the whip with strength, and quickly returned to Shi Xing's position.
All this happens only between the lightning and the flint.
The tacit cooperation between the two is amazing.
After getting what he wanted, Shi Xian thought about leaving this place with Shi Xing first, so as not to get involved in the chaotic battlefield.
On the other end, Jun Yu was unwilling to be snatched away by someone in front of him, and chased after him with his strength.
And although the white shadow is not slow, it is still slightly inferior to the monarch, who can block the white shadow in front of a wall.
When I looked closely, it turned out to be a cold-faced young man with a crown like jade, with handsome eyebrows and a cold temperament.
The face looks slightly more immature than that of the monarch.
Dressed in light white clothes, he has one hand on his back and a flowing sword in the other.
It was the Qingyun Sword that Jun Yu wanted.
Looking at this, there is something else that Junyu doesn't understand.
This broken sword didn't take a fancy to him, but it fell in love with this white-faced boy who didn't know where to fight.
Looking at the appearance of being light and weak and not resisting beating, which point is comparable to his monarchy!
Angry!
Even if he can't get it, he can't be cheap for nothing, this little white face who doesn't know where to hit it!
Although angry, the monarch did not lose his mind.
He had just hid in the shadows and watched the actions of the white shadow, and he already had an estimate of the strength of the man in white in his heart.
I'm afraid this person's swordsmanship is not under him.
Interesting!
Don't look at the appearance of Jun Yu Hang'er, he is used to doing everything he wants in his life, and he treats it with 100,000 points of enthusiasm and energy when he cultivates the sword alone.
He learned the sword at the age of three, determined to take the sword cultivation, for many years of hard work, and has been to various places to find famous teachers for guidance, in the way of the sword has its own understanding, confident that the entire peer can be proud of the whole peer.
Now at the site of the ancient battlefield where the group of heroes gathered, a sword skill no less than his was suddenly appeared, and he also took the Qingyun Sword that looked down on him in his pocket.
No, I can't look at anything, it's clear that the broken sword has no vision!
How can such a person not be interested in Junyu!
Taking advantage of his body and cultivation, Jun Yu even rushed to the front of the white-clothed sword cultivator one step in advance.
In front of the wall, he also stood on his back with one hand, clenched his long sword in the other, and had a strong sense of war in his eyes.
Two imposing young monks stood opposite each other, one black and one white, one arrogant and casual, the other indifferent.
"You are the one who secretly emits sword energy! I can't see it, you look like a decent gentleman, and you play this kind of small trick to slip away than my master. ”
Jun Yu mentioned in his heart that he was fighting against the white-clothed sword cultivator opposite, but he had a cynical expression on his face.
The corners of his mouth raised, and he said provocatively: "Master, I think your swordsmanship is good, why don't we try it?"
Let's also see who is powerful with this broken sword.
A broken sword without vision!
"Get out of the way!" The white-clothed sword cultivator's name is Cangxie, but he is a person from Yunzhou, and he is the protagonist who releases sword qi to cause a fight.
The indifferent expression and tone made Jun Yu's breath stagnate, and a sense of unhappiness spread in his heart.
I didn't bother to talk nonsense with the Cang Evil, the coercion of the eighth layer of Qi refining was suddenly released, and the long sword went straight to the vital point of the Cang Evil.
The core of Junyu's sword lies in the speed and disorder.
Generally, he rarely shows a very spiritual opponent when fighting against people, one is that he has outstanding strength, and he has not met such a person.
The second is that when the speed is fast to a certain point, even he himself is not sure that he will be able to keep people.
Now, this is probably his first serious fight.
Shi Xian and Shi Xing, who were watching from the sidelines, originally wanted to wait for Jun Yu to act together, after all, the three of them had already become partners.
In any case, before there was a fight, the two of them couldn't make the decision to leave Junyu alone.
Watching Jun Yu perform his swordsmanship, like a shadow following the wind, the speed is getting faster and faster, and when it is almost the end, Shi Xian can only judge the position of Jun Yu through the actions of the evil resistance.
The more I watched, the more amazing I became.
Sure enough, this Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Metaverse is full of geniuses.
If Jun Yu hadn't been shadowed by her in the shadows before, I am afraid that he would have taken away the demon beast and floated away.
With such strength, Shi Xian himself was not sure if he could capture him again.
Jun Yu is fast, but the evil on the opposite side is just the opposite of him, and he is as steady as a mountain with one move.
In the face of the speed that Jun Yu couldn't see clearly with the naked eye, he didn't show any panic, and every move he could accurately resist Jun Yu's sword.
His complexion never changed from beginning to end, but the two sharp sword eyebrows became tighter and tighter, showing his difficult mood for this opponent.
The sonorous sound of the sword striking was shocking and powerful, and the sparks flying everywhere burned the blood in the bottom of my heart.
The aura fluctuated in all directions with the long sword, and the bearer's domineering and fierce aura shook the monk not far away back two steps.
Each sword contained the unique sword intent that the two had comprehended, leaving trails of confusion on the wall behind them, shaking off pieces of dirt one after another.
Shi Xian silently took out the longbow from the storage space, pulled it to the full string, and put on the most suitable posture, the sharp arrow aimed at the position of the two and was about to attack.
But after looking at the situation of the battle between the two for a long time, he silently put down the bow and arrow in his hand.
"Ah Xian, what's wrong?
If we don't go faster, I'm afraid that when they react, we will be attacked by a group!"
Shi Xing said with an anxious face while resisting the various spells that attacked.
"Second sister, this is a contest of sword cultivation!"
Shi Xian's eyes were shining, and there was excitement and eagerness in them.
Subconsciously, Shi Xian felt that Jun Yu didn't want anyone to interfere in this duel.
If one day, someone fights with themselves in archery, that kind of duel that belongs to them, just thinking about it makes people's blood boil.
"We ......"
Shi Xian's words hadn't fallen yet, and he saw Jun Yuli slashing horizontally with a sword, with a chilling and flamboyant sword intent.
Cang Xie's face finally changed!
The high-grade spiritual weapon was infused with the aura of the new owner, with a smooth and light power, splitting the long wind and reaching the monarch.