Ying Yao fell into passivity for a while, Wu Zi was as steady as a rock, without revealing the slightest flaw, and the golden thin sword remained still.

The two sides presented a brief standoff.

While taking the initiative in offense and defense with sword momentum, causing invisible pressure on the opponent, Zhi Hunt Zhen secretly observed his own changes.

He had just stepped into the realm of refining qi and rejuvenating his spirits, and before he could fully adapt to it, the three-killing machine sword qi net in his body became more dense, and his breath fell together, and began to extend outside his body, connecting to the wider outer world.

The Sword Qi of the Three Killing Machines grew several times stronger, constantly shuttling rapidly, as if giving birth to a trace of spirituality, faintly echoing with the sea of consciousness in the spiritual world. In the depths of the sword fetus, it seems to give birth to a thing, if there is nothing, it is not virtual or real, and the real thing must be carefully examined, and this thing disappears.

The biggest change is his sea of knowledge, which has nearly doubled. The Star Dou Great Array was shining brightly, and the sword filaments of the starry sky were becoming more and more clear, as if they could shoot out the sea of knowledge and turn it into a means of attacking the enemy. The Taishang Heart Mirror Note does not need to be urged, and it runs endlessly, reflecting the movements within ten zhang of the distance one by one: the prince's gloating eyes, a tense green tendon at the corner of Wang Yifu's forehead, Xie Xuan's reddened fist knuckles, the slow wriggling tentacles of a red-headed centipede three feet underground, and a bee flying out of the peony stamen by the stream in the distance......

Even Yingyao's steady and unchanging heartbeat is clearly presented on the heart mirror in a peculiar way of pictures.

"I can't imagine that the Terrans have such a genius swordsman. Luan An's eyes fell on Zhi Jia Zhen, and seeing that his sword momentum firmly locked on Ying Yao and took the initiative, he felt quite uneasy in his heart, and whispered to Yi Mo, "Ying Yao's status is noble, if he has an accident with the sword, it will be difficult for Da Jin to explain." ”

Yi Mo's heart moved, if Yuan An could kill Ying Yao, maybe it would be even better, the Boling Yuan clan and the Taishang Shenxiao Sect would be involved. He was embarrassed: "Yuan An was born in a prominent gate, and he is a ...... in the Daomen"

Luan An interrupted him unceremoniously: "I don't care what method His Highness uses, Yingyao must win!"

"Boom!" Ying Yao's three sword momentum suddenly popped out, converging into a fierce sword qi and shooting out, as if to forcibly break the sword momentum lock of the real sword.

As soon as the long sword of Zhi Hunt Zhen spit out, he was about to split head-on, and the sword qi suddenly split into three!

A wisp of sword energy struck the long sword head-on, another wisp of sword qi flexibly jumped upwards and hung above Zhijia Zhen's head, as if it had not fallen, pinning it down so that he could not take advantage of the situation to pursue, and the last wisp of sword qi swept through Zhijia Zhen's right side and headed straight for Luan'an.

The Luan Clan Sword Immortal shouted loudly, and the long sword floated above his head, and he slashed down quickly, which could intercept the sword qi.

Everyone was stunned on the spot, not knowing whether Ying Yao made a mistake or did it on purpose. At the same time, the Zhijia Zhen Long Sword split the sword qi on the front, the tip of the sword was picked up, and under the implication of the qi machine, the wisp of sword qi above the head was led down and was lightly removed by the long sword.

"Luan'an, don't insult the word sword cultivation. Ying Yaosen's cold voice spread in all directions, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his golden pupils.

The family let out a boo. Luan An's face was red and white, and he was so angry that he smoked. Ying Yao, a madman who doesn't know what to do, if he wasn't afraid that Ying Tianzhu would blame him in the future, he would have died himself!

"Ying Yao has repeatedly acted recklessly, and all the consequences are at your own expense!" Luan An's expression changed, and he shouted to the Eagle Clan Sword Immortal, but his heart was much more stable. When Ying Yao competes with his opponent, he can still hear all directions, which shows that he still has spare strength.

Zhi Hunt Zhen waited for the opportunity to stride, the long sword probed forward, and the tip of the sword shook out thousands of points of coldness, instantly enveloping Ying Yao's whole body, and did not slow down the offensive at all because of the other party's distraction. Ying Yao's golden thin sword shook suddenly, and an extremely sharp sword qi burst out of the tip of the sword, which also differentiated into dots of sword qi.

The cold light and sword qi collided one after another, making a piercing scream, and countless sharp air currents splashed outward, and there was a "click" sound of flowers and trees breaking around.

Both sides shook together, and the clothes on their bodies were lifted by the torrent at the same time, opening the slightest crack.

"The duel of life and death is the supreme glory of being a sword cultivator, and I will never allow anyone to interfere in this duel. Ying Yao slowly raised his golden sword, and the sunlight shone on his cold and arrogant side face, shining with blazing brilliance.

Zhi Hunt Zhen didn't say anything, urging the sword fetus, thinking about the sea of luck, and getting familiar with the realm of refining qi and transforming gods.

"Did you hear that?" Ying Yao stretched out his left hand, and the palm of his hand slowly brushed the thin blade, and a drop of crimson blood fell down, "snapping" into the grass, and the sound was faint and indistinguishable.

"I like to listen to the voice of life before it dies. Whether it is poignant, painful, fearful, angry, unwilling, it is the strongest timbre of life. ”

"An opponent like you, I can't find it in my life. An opponent like me, you can't find it in your life. ”

"The sound of death today will be heard by you and me. ”

Ying Yao raised his palm and slashed at his forehead, and a blood mark appeared straight, like a bloody sword.

This is the most ancient decisive battle etiquette of the Yu Clan. In the ancient days of the Heavenly Desolation, sword cultivators used this to express their respect and determination for battle.

"In the name of the sword. He bowed and raised his sword proudly, and a strange sword aura rose from the golden thin sword, chaotic and tyrannical, dead and bloody, and the sound of the sword crying and wolf howling sounded, like an ocean tide swept away.

The leaves of the trees fell one after another, turning yellow and withering. Everyone outside the arena couldn't help but feel chills, and they felt terrified, as if they were being grabbed by the terrifying and evil sword qi.

The entire Royal Garden seems to have turned into a dark yellow spring with thousands of bones and rivers of blood, immersed in it, not to mention the competition, even the courage to fight hard has been lost. The sons of the family changed color one after another, and it was not until this moment that Yingyao showed some real skills.

"Huangquan Chaos Sword Qi!" Luan An muttered. This is Ying Yao going deep into the Heavenly Desolate Forbidden Land Huangquan Burial Well, integrating the aura of riot into the sword body, forming a fierce and powerful sword aura.

As soon as Huang Quan's chaotic sword qi came out, Zhi Jia Zhen suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, and the sword qi penetrated into the air, forcing him to run the sword tire with all his strength and resist with all his might, so as not to take away his own mind.

"I don't think it's the glory of sword cultivation to compete with Your Excellency. "Zhi Hunt Zhen used the etheric heart mirror to keep his mind, looking at the eagle, the long sword burst out with heavy sword energy, and did not return the sword salute.

"I wouldn't give a polite answer to someone who killed their teacher. ”

"Love or hate, friend or foe! "The True Sword of Zhijia trembled, and the invisible spiritual power was like a substance, constantly seeping into the sword qi. The shade of the trees above swayed, and the branches and leaves were cut into scattered fragments.

"Stupid!" Ying Yao's expression froze, and a humiliated look of anger flashed in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the extreme turmoil in his mind, the Zhijia True Sword turned into a cold light, and without hesitation, he seized the opportunity and stabbed forward.

Everyone looked at it, and this sword seemed to be fast and slow in the air, like a slow old cow dragging a broken car, and as if it could reach Yingyao's throat in an instant, and the speed was extremely strange, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Yuan An, this kid, he realized quite quickly!" Xie Xuan pursed his lips and slapped Wang Yifu hard, leaving a vague sweat-stained palm print on his shoulder. The reason why Yuan An's sword is so fast that it is impossible to resist is the result of the fusion of spiritual power and magic martial arts.

This is also the greatest gain for the monk to enter the realm of refining qi and returning gods.

Ying Yao's pupils shrank suddenly.