Wherever the bright light passed, all the plants and trees were wiped out.

If it weren't for the quick eyes of the major Spirit Venerable Elders and the first to rescue the disciples of the Heavenly Wheel level out of the range of spiritual skills, I really don't know how many Heavenly Wheel masters would be affected by the pond fish and die innocently.

Zhong Wen's face was slightly pale, and his breathing was a little short.

He has two Holy Spirit grade swordsmanship in his hands, namely the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" obtained by lottery, and the "Star Fall" inherited from the "Sword God" Dugu Xingchen.

There is no difference between these two swordsmanship, but they have their own characteristics.

"Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" is divided into two types, among which the real killer "Returning to the Sect" belongs to the charging technique, which is extremely powerful, but requires a certain amount of preparation time.

There is only one type of "Star Fall", but it does not need to be charged, and it can burst out with extremely powerful lethality in an instant, and as a price, it has great requirements for the consumption of spiritual power in a short period of time.

Facing an opponent of the level of Sword Xingluo, Zhong Wen decisively chose the "Star Fall", which was instantly more explosive.

Dozens of breaths passed, and the bright light that enveloped the entire mountain gradually dissipated.

Above the crumbling mountain peaks, two figures stood in the air.

Sword Star Luo breathed rapidly, his chest rose and fell, his eyes were round, and his mouth was opened to the maximum, almost enough to stuff an egg into it.

"Ju, it's actually blocked!"

Looking at Zhong Wen, who was slightly pale but still calm, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Can't you beat him after all?

Zhong Wen was indifferent on the surface, but in fact, the spiritual power in his body was already empty, and he was using the characteristics of the "Five Yuan Divine Skill" to devour the spiritual power, constantly inhaling the spiritual power that was diffused in the surrounding air into his body.

After all, Sword Star Luo is one of the best figures in the entire Heavenly Sword Villa, and he has faintly touched that legendary realm, and even though Zhong Wen tried his best, he still failed to gain the upper hand.

As more and more spiritual power poured into the dantian, his mind gradually settled down, and his eyes regained the brilliance of confidence.

"Do you still want to fight?" he grinned and asked as he looked at Sword Star Luo.

"Are you ashamed of me as the old man in Sword City? Sword Star Luo's face showed an angry face, "If you say a move, it is a move, since you can take my move 'Dragon Yin Jiuxiao', it is natural that you will win!"

"Your Excellency is indeed an honest gentleman, and he is not the same as a villain like Jian Yicheng. Zhong Wen's face was straight, and he said in a sincere tone, "Zhong Wen admires!"

"That's nature. Jian Xingluo was held by him like this, and his face showed a smug expression, "That shameless old ghost, how can you compare with me, you kid is good, knowledgeable, powerful, and the future is limitless, when this happens, you can come to the old man for a drink or two." ”

"Solid wishes. Zhong Wen said with a smile.

Jian Xingluo really stopped making a move, his figure flashed, and he appeared next to Jian Qingmei below, and said with shame: "Senior sister, I'm sorry, I couldn't beat him." ”

"Senior Brother Xingluo doesn't need to blame himself. Jian Qingmei looked at the majestic Zhong Wen in the air in surprise, as if he had suddenly figured out something, and said softly, "Maybe this is the best way to deal with it." ”

The people of the surrounding Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa were far less calm than Jian Qingmei, and they had already exploded.

"I—I'm not in a dream, am I?" a disciple stammered, "Even Elder Sword Star Luo can't beat him?"

"Where did this demon come from, and he single-handedly picked out the five elders of our Heavenly Sword Villa?"

"Even Elder Sword Star Luo can't help him, and now only the Great Elder can match him. ”

"That young man is just a cunning person, Elder Sword Star Luo just fell for his trick and made a pact, otherwise if he continues to fight, he will definitely be defeated!"

"Even if you only have one move, can you catch Elder Sword Star Luo's 'Dragon Yin Nine Skies'?"

"This ......"

Jian Yicheng sighed, slowly paced a step, and appeared in front of Zhong Wen.

Staring at the plainly dressed and delicate-looking young man in front of him, his heart was full of bitterness and emotion.

He never thought that he was just impulsive, wanting to accept an apprentice, and actually caused such trouble for Heavenly Sword Villa.

After the five of them, even if he can defeat Zhong Wen, the prestige of the Heavenly Sword Villa will inevitably be greatly damaged after all.

And once he is defeated, it means that the entire Heavenly Sword Villa will be beaten to obedience by a young man who is less than twenty years old, and he will no longer be able to raise his head.

The earth-shattering sword of Zhong Wen left an indelible mark on his heart.

At this moment, Jian Yicheng's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and his whole body exuded an incomparably sharp and extreme sword intent, as if he was about to pierce the sky.

This old ghost is getting closer and closer to that step!

Feeling the momentum on Jian Yicheng's body, Sword Star Luo was quite shocked, only to feel that the strength of this old opponent was far beyond his imagination.

Zhong Wen's hairs stood on end, and the fighting instinct of the "Demon Spirit Body" constantly warned himself that the person in front of him was an unprecedentedly strong enemy.

He slowly raised his long sword, and the "Five Yuan Divine Skill" in his body was running rapidly, constantly extracting the spiritual power in the air, trying to speed up his recovery.

"Zhong Wen, let me do this scene!"

Lin Zhiyun, who had been standing silently behind her, suddenly spoke.

"Sister Palace Master, I can fight again. Zhong Wen was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly said.

"I know. Lin Zhiyun shook her head and said softly, "I want to fight him again." ”

The two looked at each other, and from the eyes of the palace master's sister, Zhong Wen read a soft and firm meaning.

"Sister be careful. He suddenly understood Lin Zhiyun's thoughts, nodded obediently, and turned sideways to get out of the way.

Lin Zhi Yunlian moved lightly, her posture was like an immortal, and she instantly appeared where Zhong Wen was originally standing, her eyes looking directly at the sword city opposite.

"Lin Zhiyun, the palace master of the Floating Flower Palace. Her lips opened lightly, and her voice was like a yellow warbler, "Please advise." ”

A soft aura emanated from her body, neither a technique nor a spiritual skill, but more like an artistic conception.

Jian Yicheng only felt a burst of warmth in his heart, warm and comfortable, and his full of fighting spirit actually dissipated a lot in an instant.

"I can't imagine that in just a few days, one of you two will be promoted to Lingzun, and the other will successfully enlighten. He asked with some surprise, "Could it be that in this endless sea of clouds, there is a great opportunity?"

"After this battle, I hope that Your Excellency can release Qiqi. Lin Zhiyun did not answer positively, but forced him to say with words, "Robbing other people's disciples is not a decent thing." ”

"Girl, with your ability, it is more than enough to teach that girl. Jian Yicheng smiled bitterly, "The old man was impulsive, but he made a commotion, no matter whether he wins or loses, this apprentice will definitely return it to you." ”

"Thank you!" Lin Zhiyun got the answer she wanted, no longer verbose, the long sword in her hand shook, and thousands of golden spirit swords appeared behind her.

The surface of each spirit sword exuded a bone-chilling chill and terrifying power, as well as an indescribable mysterious artistic conception.

I don't know how the palace master's sister's "way of fraternity" is so gentle, how to use it against the enemy?

Zhong Wen's eyes did not blink, staring nervously at the two facing each other in the field, unwilling to miss any moment of this battle.

"Girl, let's fight quickly!" Jian Yicheng had fought with Lin Zhiyun once, knowing that the other party was strong, and he didn't plan to test it again, so he said happily.

He raised his long sword and slowly stretched it forward, and six black spirit swords appeared in the air around him, spinning around his body rapidly, forming a powerful sword qi domain.

"Heavenly Sword Seven Styles!" the sword shouted angrily from the mouth of the city.

The sword qi realm turned faster and faster, emitting bursts of sharp air friction sounds, and the power was so strong that it was a few points stronger than the previous battle between the two.

"Return to the sect!"

Lin Zhiyun screamed, and the sword light in the sky quickly converged overhead, turning into a huge sword of the world, exuding a fierce power that looked at the world, like a king in the sword, and a sword roar made all the swords in the world surrender.

Same opponents, same psychic skills.

The two earth-shattering peerless spiritual skills collided passionately again, and their power was not inferior to the duel between Sword Star Luo and Zhong Wen.

With the previous experience, the people of the Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa below had already prepared, and they desperately retreated into the distance one by one, for fear that they would turn into pond fish and suffer miserably.

However, the two spiritual skills that seemed to be more ferocious collided together, although they also created a terrifying scene of flying sand and rocks, and the sky and earth shattered, and the destructive power brought to the surroundings was far less than the previous battle.

This、This is!

The spiritual power touched, and Jian Yicheng suddenly felt that he had cast a sword qi realm, surrounded by a gentle aura, like a frog in warm water, actually weakening, declining, and tending to silence.

"Is this your way?" the sword was shining in the city's eyes, and his hands were "snapped" together.

The six black spirit swords turned faster and faster, and the scope enveloped by the sword qi realm became tighter and tighter, and there was a faint feeling of becoming one.

As the distance between the six spirit swords gradually approached, the sword qi realm emitted a roar of rage, and its power increased geometrically, trying to pierce the encirclement of the gentle aura.

Under the sudden increase in pressure, Lin Zhiyun's face was still inconvenient, but she just moved her jade feet, took two steps back, and then stretched out her white jade-like left hand and grabbed it lightly in the air.

Jian Yicheng felt a strong wind coming from behind, and his heart was shocked, and he pointed out with his backhand.

A sharp sword qi shot out from his fingertips, colliding with the strong wind from behind him, and with a soft "snap", the two forces canceled each other out in the air and lost their traces.

However, in such a moment, the sword qi realm lost his full control, and his momentum instantly weakened, and he was once again suppressed by the golden giant sword and gentle aura.

Jian Yicheng clasped his hands together again, wanting to re-strengthen the sword qi realm, but saw Lin Zhiyun's delicate left hand grabbing it in the air again.

Jian Yicheng felt an invisible aura attacking from above his head, and he had to raise his left hand again to scatter it.

Lin Zhiyun was unforgiving, his left hand kept changing his posture, sometimes as a palm, sometimes as a claw, and one after another invisible energy attacked Jian Yicheng's body from all directions and angles, forcing him to be tired of coping, and he could no longer concentrate on urging the "Heavenly Sword Seven Styles", and the sword qi field was under the erosion of the gentle aura, and the aura became weaker and weaker, and it was completely suppressed by the golden giant sword.

What a ghostly trick this is!

The strange attacks from all directions gave Jian Yicheng a headache, but each of these strengths was amazingly powerful, and he had to fight with all his strength, so that the left and right hands fell at the same time.

"Teacher, junior sister, are the young people nowadays so demonic?" Looking at the embarrassed Jian Yicheng in the sky, Jian Xingluo grew his mouth and stammered, "Brother Wei suddenly felt that he had lived to a dog for most of his life." ”

The "lifelong enemy" Jian Yicheng was actually steadily suppressed by a young woman, which made his whole person feel like his faith had collapsed.

"There are always geniuses in the world who can't be judged by common sense. Jian lightly suppressed the shock in his heart, and said softly, "Senior Brother Xingluo is already one of the best people in the world, how can he be arrogant?"

"Hehe, sure enough, my sister understands me. Being praised by the sword lightly, Jian Xingluo's face was instantly red, and there was no longer half of the look of depression.

No, no one can lose to her!

A voice roared in Jian Yicheng's heart.

If he robbed the apprentice to teach, but in the end found that he couldn't beat the master, then his old face would no longer be able to find a place to put it aside.

"Heavenly Sword Seventh Style!"

Jian Yicheng suddenly kicked his legs, his body rose several feet higher, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he pinched a strange sword trick with both hands.

At this moment, his face was pale, and a trace of blood faintly flowed from the corner of his mouth, as if he was under great pressure.

The six black spirit swords in the air suddenly merged together, turning into a black giant sword, and the sword body exuded a terrifying aura that destroyed the world and the earth, as if it was about to smash the entire heaven and earth.