|||->-> Cheng Ling nodded indifferently, looked at Yun Jingwen and said, "Since that's the case, let's make a move!"

Airplanes~!

Yun Jingwen took out a long sword from the storage ring, unsheathed it in an instant, and a cold breath swept in, the snow flew in the void, and the sword qi rolled up a ** blizzard, making it impossible for people to look directly.

"Snowflakes in the sky!"

Cheng Ling's eyes lit up, and she didn't expect her to still use a sword. The blood veins in his body are boiling, and the core disciple of the Ethereal Snow Sect ranks second, and this kind of strength can just test his combat power.

A sound like a dragon's groan came out, and the dragon's sword slashed through a brilliant light, and wisps of green smoke spread, stretching and soft to the extreme. Seep in with the snowflakes in the sky.

The smoke of the Nine Peerless Swords is misty!

After more than ten years of immersion, and then fusing Cheng Ling's own habits, it has advanced to the top of the heaven-level swordsmanship, and the power of the swordsmanship has been greatly improved, which is several times stronger than the peerless sect of one of them.

In the face of a disciple of Yun Jingwen's level, it was the ninety-first battle of the ring competition, and it was no longer meaningful to hide his strength. Therefore, at the beginning, Cheng Ling took out ten percent of his combat power and tried to win in a short period of time.

The curling smoke and snowflakes were entangled, and the first move was exchanged, and the two were evenly divided, and no one could help anyone. Each of them improved their swordsmanship by one level, and Yun Jingwen snorted: "Heavy snow is flying!"

The long sword swung, and the snowflakes in the void became more frequent, falling one by one, and the fierce sword qi shot out.

"Sparks in the Plain"

Cheng Lingjian's momentum changed, and the curling smoke instantly turned into a fiery red morning glow, and the scorching breath spread out in the ring, colliding violently with the cold qi in mid-air, and the entire arena space was like two heavens of ice and fire, and the monks watching around felt that the spiritual power in their bodies was not running smoothly.

"Snow Frost"

The two qi forces were stalemate, Yun Jingwen's face was ancient, but there was a solemn light shining in her star-like eyes, the sword moves changed again, the cold increased again, and the snowflakes seemed to turn into ice crystals, surging in.

This sword was too fierce, Cheng Ling temporarily avoided the edge, and the long sword drew dozens of rays of light, forming a fine sword net. The third of the nine unique swords, the shore of the land!

"Wind and Snow"

The ice crystals rose again, the wind swept in, the speed of the sword increased, and a strong blizzard brewed in the silence.

Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, and he secretly said in his heart: Let's see if your snow artistic conception is stronger, or my ice artistic conception is more powerful!

The fourth of the nine absolute swords, three feet of ice!

In an instant, the entire underground arena space was like falling into an ice cellar, and the two of them spread their own cold air, and the monks watching the battle around were shivering one by one, and their eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of frost. just watched the two fighting on the stage, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

"To add insult to injury"

Yun Jingwen couldn't imagine that Cheng Ling's swordsmanship was so exquisite, and his own ice artistic conception was not under him, and he couldn't take advantage of the slightest advantage when he tried his best to kill. With a ruthless heart, the artistic conception of snow poured into the sword momentum even more frantically, and its own strength was exerted to the limit.

Cheng Ling became more and more excited, although he had met some strong people in the previous ninety battles. But no one has such combat power as Yun Jingwen, and when they meet their opponents, their comprehension of the Nine Absolute Swords has reached a higher level.

"Golden Glory"

The swordsmanship changed again, and the extremely cold frozen qi was transformed into a dazzling golden light, and it seemed to be the mighty righteousness between heaven and earth, upright, domineering, like the sun shining, as if it was about to completely melt the ice crystals in the sky.

"Heavy snow covers the mountains"

Yun Jingwen faced the gradually melting ice crystals, her sword moves changed again, and the sword qi burst out, and the overwhelming snowflakes suddenly increased several times, smashing down like dense leaves, almost covering Cheng Ling completely. 、

"Ten Thousand Rivers and Flowing Water"

The flowing water does not rot, the household hub does not beetle, and no matter how big the snowflakes meet the endless flow of water, they will be annihilated.

The two of you go back and forth, switching between offense and defense, and exquisite sword moves emerge one after another, and the onlookers are dumbfounded one by one, and their blood is full of blood.

Nangong Hao and Jiao Shao's eyes flashed with solemnity, Cheng Ling's combat power was so unexpected that he could compete with Yun Jingwen.

In another VIP room, several old men looked at the two people fighting in the ring with blazing eyes, and their attention was completely attracted. The old man in the center said, "Okay! This son's swordsmanship is really exquisite, and looking at his sword technique, it seems that there are some traces of ancient sword cultivation. ”

"Yes, Wu Lao sees it very accurately, I also feel this way, is there still a legacy left in that lineage?"

"This matter is indeed cautious, the legendary place, we have spent thousands of years not being able to enter, how did he get the inheritance. If this battle can be won, I decided to send Ziqian to meet him for a while. ”

"Old Wu, Ziqian is the top three core disciples of the sect, even if he can defeat Yun Jingwen, the true yuan in his body will also be consumed, will it be unfair?"

"It's okay, just test the opponent's swordsmanship, and let Ziqian admit defeat at that time!"

In the ring, the battle continued, and the two had been fighting for half an hour. Yun Jingwen's comprehension of the artistic conception of snow has reached ninety-percent, and the inheritance of the Ethereal Snow Sect is extremely strong, and the sword technique is unfolded endlessly, like the Yangtze River, without falling behind!

Cheng Ling used the Nine Absolute Swords to the limit, but the original swordsmanship of the Nine Absolute Swords did not contain sword intent, and he integrated his sword intent into it, although the power was strengthened, but it was not. Therefore, several old men in the VIP room could only vaguely feel a trace of sword cultivation, but they couldn't be sure.

Up to now, the sword moves that integrate the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth have all been played. Still unable to suppress Yun Jingwen, she had to expose some hole cards. He is different from Yun Jingwen, the other party only needs to fight this one, and he still needs to fight nine more battles, which is not cost-effective under consumption.

As soon as the sword momentum condensed, a sky-high sword intent spread out from the body, as if piercing the space of the underground ring, pointing straight to the sky. The endless edge appeared, and the snow was cut in half in an instant, and the sword qi that Yun Jingwen shot out touched the edge emanating from Cheng Ling, and it collapsed instantly.

She took a few sharp steps back, her eyes were full of shock, and she said in disbelief: "Ninety percent sword intent!"

In the VIP room, the two old men sitting in the center could no longer maintain an indifferent look, stood up suddenly, took a few steps forward, and came to the transparent shield to watch.

The old man named Wu Lao said in a trembling voice: "Ninety percent sword intent, amazing, really amazing! Could it be that this is his hidden strength?"

The rest of the old men also had shocked expressions, their own sword intent had only reached the peak of eighty percent, and the number of Canglan Continents that could reach ninety percent was less than a palm. But don't forget, the years they spent on cultivation were more than Cheng Ling

Hundreds of times more.

Looking at the sword intent exuded by Cheng Ling, it was condensed, pure, and almost could be gathered into an illusory long sword. This was obviously not achieved in a short period of time, but was immersed in prostitution for a long time.

Cheng Ling slowly raised the Dragon Yin Sword and shouted in a low voice: "The sea of blood is endless!"

The sword intent that rushed to the sky was wrapped in the killing intent of the sky, and slashed towards Yun Jingwen fiercely.

This sword was condensed by his fusion of his killing intent and the blood qi in the Blood Demon Land, and it was extremely powerful. And that kind of killing mood can also disturb other people's souls, just like in the purgatory of the sea of blood.

Yun Jingwen was shocked, her soul felt a slight tremble, and the tyrannical killing intent rushed directly to her soul consciousness sea, and if she didn't expel it, her spiritual power was greatly consumed. She held the sword in her right hand, and instantly slashed through hundreds of rays of light, and the snowflakes scattered in the air instantly attracted her side, transforming into an iceberg, stubbornly resisting the killing intent that rushed to the sky.

"Yes, I actually blocked it, but I don't know how many swords you can block!"

The words fell, the arm exerted force, the speed of the sword soared, and the dragon sword almost turned into an afterimage, and it was impossible to see its appearance clearly at all. Under the pressure of the powerful sword, the iceberg gradually collapsed, but Yun Jingwen was still struggling to support it.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Cheng Ling's eyes, and in the previous battle, he felt that Yun Jingwen had eighty percent peak sword intent. Therefore, he also suppressed his sword intent to the peak of eighty percent, and he only fought for nearly half an hour. Until now, ninety out of two of the sword intent was released, and it was completely suppressed.

Don't underestimate this little bit of difference, the swordsman's attack power has always been terrifying. Coupled with the sword intent, the resulting bonus is completely unimaginable. And it is very rare for an ordinary swordsman to comprehend seventy percent of the sword intent throughout his life.

Yun Jingwen's talent is excellent, and she has reached the peak of eighty percent sword intent, which can be regarded as the peak of a monk in the merger period. However, Cheng Ling's soul is extremely powerful, coupled with his anti-heaven understanding, he broke through the shackles and reached the ninety percent sword intent that only Mahayana monks can achieve.

The difference during the period is simply like the difference between ten refining and one hundred refining steel, and the attack power generated instantly increases several times.

Yun Jingwen is worthy of being an outstanding disciple of the Ethereal Snow Sect, and in the face of a powerful attack, the essence of the great sect is reflected. The iceberg in front of her collapsed, and she fused those ice crystals together, compressed the covering area, and condensed an ice ball, in which the true yuan in her body was infused, and she still insisted on being undefeated.

Cheng Ling frowned, the core disciple of the Ethereal Snow Sect is really powerful, and even if he inspires ninety percent of the sword intent, he can't defeat it in a short time, and he can't delay it any longer, there are still nine battles behind, he can't say it, he can only make another heavy move!

The dragon yin sword slashed through two strange arcs, and the sword intent, which was originally full of blood and killing, instantly became nothing, disappearing from time to time, as if it was real and illusory. Suddenly, dozens of sword qi shrouded Yun Jingwen's surroundings and shot away at an extremely fast speed.

Nine Peerless Swords: The Eternal Sky!

With this sword, he fused the artistic conception of space, and the sword moves were ethereal, and he couldn't grasp the direction at all. And with the blessing of the artistic conception of space, the void around the ring seems to be cut apart, tearing out spatial cracks!

Snort!

The spatial crack swept in, and Yun Jingwen hurriedly dodged, but those sword qi were unfathomable, and the robe on her body was torn in many places! She was shocked in her heart, staggered back, and lost her balance.

At this moment, Cheng Lingxuan walked out in an empty step, and instantly came to her side, and the Dragon Yin Sword was already on top of the snow-white jade neck!