When the two sharp swords collided, Fu Yi and Lu Lingfeng invariably recalled the destruction of the Yellow Sand Domain. It is difficult to distinguish between the acquired vortex and the congenital red flying star, and when the strong and strong meet, they either absorb each other's strengths or destroy.

These two natal swords are already intelligent, and of course they will not kill themselves, not to mention that with the subconscious support of the two masters, both sides are sure that the swords cannot be damaged.

The only uncertainty is who will have the upper hand in this tough collision.

Fu Yi's eyes were firm as he swept away with the sword, and the corners of his mouth smiled, and he flew backwards to avoid the residual power of the twin swords, while injecting a large amount of spiritual power into Qiankun to help.

Lu Lingfeng also didn't dare to get too close to the twin swords, and before he could blink an eye, the person had already avoided a hundred miles away.

He once analyzed whether the strength of the clothes only relied on that coercive aura, and the answer he got was naturally no. But he still thinks that six or seven percent of the clothes can win all battles because of that breath. Now in the first war, he realizes that he has been very wrong.

The practice of Fu Yi is by no means an ordinary sword technique in the world, and it is even more profound and powerful than the Ling Xiao sword technique that is close to the Heavenly Rank Technique. Lu Lingfeng found that her sword moves were ever-changing but simple and pure, and her sword qi was like an afterimage phantom mist, like a stormy wave, like a thousand mountains, and like a broken bud.

No matter how the sword qi changes, even if it doesn't contain a strange aura that makes people feel intimidating, just the golden spiritual power can force him to retreat one after another.

He knew that if he tried his sword moves again, he would only be defeated until he was unable to fight back, so he simply went out to fight.

"Dust, mountains and rivers break—"

The body of the dark red sword burst out with a dazzling aura of light, and when it burst outward, there was a sudden sound in the deep air, and the royal dust that was flying forward flew towards Qiankun with the momentum of stepping through the sky.

"Lu Daoyou really looks up to me!" Fu Yi felt a burst of extremely domineering sword qi attacking, the skirt moved slightly, and the invisible and textureless defensive cover was tightly attached to the flesh.

Mountains and rivers are the most brutal moves in Lingxiao's swordsmanship, neither as turbulent and magnificent as the light and the moon, nor as majestic as the ninety-nine to one, but a sword strike, the power can break the mountains and rivers.

Qiankun sensed the battle intent in her heart, and buzzed and swung out a silver-white light, and the sword qi shook through the chaotic air flow from the dust, and it moved forward faster and more violently, like a flight that was sailing at full speed.

When the silver light and the red light really collided, the deep space was strangely quiet for a few breaths, there was no crisp sound of metal clashing, no rumbling of air currents, and the dead silence lasted for a few blinks before disappearing.

Click, click-

First, there was an inaudible cracking sound, and then one after another, a rumbling sound that was louder than the Flying Thunder Tribulation rushed in all directions, boom, boom......

The air currents turned into countless whirlpools and rampaged with murderous machines, countless spatial cracks were like hair flying in the sky, and the deep space became a Jedi, and no one could come out of the center of the battlefield alive.

Qiankun and Yuchen both stand upright, like a pair of sworn enemies who admire each other, and like a pair of friends who compete with each other.

Fuyi was hundreds of miles away, using a spell to disperse the blood stains on his body and the corners of his mouth, and suppressing the tumbling blood in his chest to transmit the sound into the distance. "Hey, stop fighting, how about a draw?"

"No, if I lose, I lose, you go first, next time...... Fight again next time. Lu Lingfeng's transmission was obviously much weaker, and it was obviously because he was strong enough to not fall.

He stubbornly insisted on letting Fuyi go first, obviously because he didn't want her to see his state, and Fuyi naturally had to take care of his face. "Okay, let's fight again next time, but in the future, I will only compete with sword moves, and I won't fight anymore. After she finished speaking, she drifted away, recalling Qiankun, who was still "looking at each other" with Yuchen in the spatial crack.

The Xuanniao wing feathers in the sword body and the years of immersion in the aura space allow Qiankun to walk through the spatial cracks unrestrained, and it is also half conspicuous and half intimate to split the cracks as thin as hair, so as to make a safe way for the dust.

Buzz, buzz –

Qiankun left with a bang, and returned to the aura space with satisfaction, eager to share the feelings of the collision just now with the clothes.

"The five elements of the dust are balanced, the sword qi is pure, if you don't die under its sword, you may indeed get a baptism-like experience. Listening to its very abstract description, he guessed what it meant.

When it collided with Yuchen, half of it was competing, and half of it was washed and baptized by the breath of the other party, and they were both improved to varying degrees. It's just that Qiankun expressed a little embarrassed, because it was too excited and too violent, and the trace of origin power it exuded hurt Yuchen.

"Fortunately, it's only a superficial hilt, if you hit the dust hard, I will compensate you to him!"

Fu Yi has always been well controlled, and will never take the initiative to exude the power of the origin to suppress and harm Lu Lingfeng, but Qiankun has already absorbed the breath in the black fish when refining, and later has been accompanied by the double fish in the dantian, and the sword naturally contains this amazing power.

"No wonder Lu Lingfeng was injured more seriously than me, and his natal sword was damaged, even if it was just a little bit, it would be a bad backlash, this time I am afraid that it will take several months to cultivate. "Whisking clothes took advantage of the shame of the future, and told it not to easily use the power of the origin when fighting.

In the Jindan stage, she hadn't mastered the power of the origin yet, and she just passively radiated it outward, so even if she used it in the competition, it would at most make the other party feel a strange coercion.

And now under the influence of the Dao, her understanding and control of this aura have increased by several layers, and when she uses it again, it is like heaven and earth giving birth to coercion and fusing into the sword qi, this pure origin aura is powerful enough to engulf everything in the world.

In the battle of life and death, what you want is to solve the other party quickly, and if you find an opportunity, you must kill them with a sword. The battle of competition is to break through one's own limits in the competition of tricks and strength, and there is no need to use the power of the origin as a killing weapon.

Fu Yi didn't pay attention to the gambling game below, and when she left, she left with a dashing back, so that she didn't want to be seen by the elders watching the battle. Besides, no matter what the outcome of the gambling game is, she didn't bet, she worried so much, and the spirit stone didn't go into someone else's storage bag.

She swallowed a healing pill, and when she came to the teleportation plaza, the stuffy pain in her chest had been reduced by eighty or ninety. Her injuries are not serious, so she doesn't need to deliberately meditate and breathe to recover, let the medicinal liquid nourish for a while, and then drink a few sips of Baihua Brew to relieve her.

handed over the task of chasing and killing the Liu family's Deadpool, and there was no longer any concern for the clothes, the lonely wasteland was very remote, and the body of the Yuan infant couldn't help but teleport more than a thousand times. She planned to stop and repair every twenty or so immortal cultivation domains, and by the way, she had never seen the scenery in her previous life.