The spring sun shone on the ring, but it couldn't melt the frost on the woman's face.

In fact, it has been difficult to give up between Liu Feiyi and Hua Wuxie, the two have their own merits, and they really don't know which one to choose, and finally because they feel that Hua Wuxian is too cold, they gave the first crown to Liu Feiyi.

The long sword in Hua Wuxie's hand emitted a faint cyan light, hazy, just like a lover's misty eyes.

Sansheng Stone asks affectionately, lives up to the sky and does not live up to Qingqing, this is the seventh "love sword" on the list of divine soldiers!

Waiting for his Chixia sword to face it, Yang Xiaotian thought.

The woman with a beautiful face but as cold as frost is not as calm as on the surface, but it is extremely hot: finally come here, and there will be two more games, and she will be able to reach the top of the martial arts conference, not in vain for her hard work every day to practice swords, and also live up to the expectations of her master.

The two had their own ideas, and they didn't do anything for a while.

"Ahem!" the referee coughed and reminded the two to hurry up.

"Please!" Yang Xiaotian Chixia raised his sword flat on his chest.

Hua Wuxian retracted his thoughts, his expression was solemn, and with a "choking" sound, the sword of love came to his hand, and the spiritual power poured into the sword body, and the cyan light was even stronger.

As soon as it was shot, it was the "Spring Tour" of the Floating Jade Pavilion, and Mo Shang was young and romantic.

The sword intent is elegant, elegant and chic, and the cyan sword is lingering and criss-crossed.

The female disciples of the Floating Jade Valley applauded.

Qin Ke in the audience said to Zhang Yixi: "I was fortunate to see Lou Danyue perform this spring tour swordsmanship, and the elegance of that sword has been haunting me until today. Unexpectedly, this Hua Wuxian also learned this swordsmanship, and there is also the potential of being blue. ”

The lingering cyan sword suddenly burst open, turning into an boundless spring breeze blowing towards Yang Xiaotian.

Spring is unexpectedly steep, and the sword intent is like the thin cold of early spring and invades Yang Xiaotian's muscles and bones.

The young man was not afraid in the wind, and as soon as his spiritual power gathered, Haoran Gang Qi formed a shield in front of him, and the spring breeze condensed.

Hua Wuxian raised his head slightly, there was still no slightest wave on his face, and with a soft sound of "pop", a sword intent was generated from the sword, rushing straight into the sky, and in an instant, countless sword qi fell towards Yang Xiaotian from above, like the spring rain falling above the sky.

The sword intent fell in the eyes of others, but I just felt chic and freehand, and I felt amazing.

Yang Xiaotian, who was in the bureau, did not generally think that countless rains floated over in all directions, and wisps of sword qi fell on his body, scraping all over his body, and the green shirt he was wearing had cracks.

Yang Xiaotian's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the red glow in his hand was magnificent, and with a wave of his hand, a powerful sword intent shot out with a strong energy.

With a slight impact, the rain formed by the sword qi gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared.

Hua Wuxie frowned, his face became even colder, and the cyan sword in his hand became thicker and thicker, enveloping Hua Wuxie's whole person.

Hua Wuxian screamed softly, and even a person stabbed at Yang Xiaotian with a sword, and in the dazzling light, he couldn't tell which one was a person and which one was a sword, or the sword was a person, and a person was a sword!

Yang Xiaotian didn't dare to be careless, Chixia waved, the sword moved as he wished, and even people with swords greeted Hua Wuxie, for a while, the sword shrouded the two of them, and then went up.

"Choke!"

The impact of Chixia's intercession continued in mid-air, the light slowly dissipated, and the two of them staggered past in mid-air and fell to the ring.

The man is handsome and chic, and the woman is beautiful and vulgar, and in the eyes of everyone who watches the battle, it is like a pair of immortals falling in the nine heavens.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Qin Fei cheered, and suddenly thought, how good it would be if this beautiful sister could also become her own teacher!

In Qin Fei's cheers, the two had already fallen off the stage.

Hua Wuxie's face was like frost, and he said in his heart: Since the start of the competition, there have been several better competitions, and there has never been such a difficult fight as this one, this young man is really a fierce opponent.

In fact, Yang Xiaotian also has a general idea, this girl's swordsmanship is exquisite, and she can't be despised for it.

Hua Wuxian clenched the magic technique with both hands, and the love sword made a sonorous sound, bringing out boundless sword intent and stabbing at Yang Xiaotian.

The young man did not hesitate, and Chixia greeted Hua Wuxian with a fierce sword.

The swords came and went, the red glow flickered, the love was brilliant, and for a while, there was a fight.

Hua Wuxie's heart became more and more anxious, before he came, he told his master that he would definitely win the championship and return, but he couldn't stop at this competition.

The love sword let out a clear roar, which became more and more intense, deafening and painful. Hua Wuxian even brought a sword and flew towards Yang Xiaotian.

Seeing that the sword intent was fierce, he knew that he couldn't be careless, so the young man pinched the sword trick and hurriedly resorted to "ask the common people".

In the ring, the sword light boiled, the wind blew fiercely, and it went straight to the sky.

The Ten Thousand Blue Lights of the Love Sword merged into one, and struck Yang Xiaotian head-on from mid-air.

"Ask the people" sword intent is sheng, facing the sword of love.

With a loud "boom", the ring shook for a while, if it weren't for the blessing of the formation, the entire ring would have been shattered under the destruction of the sword intent.

Yang Xiaotian's body shook, his intuition tingled, and a stream of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Over there, Hua Wuxian fell to the stage like a kite with a broken string, and the castration was very urgent, if he fell to the ground, he had to break his head and bleed.

Yang Xiaotian raised his eyes and looked, the woman was no longer as cold as ice, her face was panicked, and she fell into the eyes of the young man, and I felt pity.

The young man's figure flickered, and he came to Hua Wuxie's side, and when the woman was about to fall to the ground, he hugged him and floated to the ring.

Yang Xiaotian gently put down Hua Wuxie and said softly: "Accept!"

Hua Wuxian had already put away his panicked expression, regained his cold expression, and gave a gentle salute.

"Yang Xiaotiansheng!" the referee announced.

There were cheers and thunderous applause from the side of the closed door.

Qin Fei even ran to the ring to hold Yang Xiaotian's hand, screaming with joy, of course, he couldn't help but pat his master's ass, and didn't forget to mention the young man: "Master, what do you think of this sister?

Yang Xiaotian rewarded her with a burst of chestnuts, and still glanced at Hua Wuxie's side, just as Hua Wuxian was also going this way, the young man nodded with a smile.

The woman also smiled slightly, like an iceberg that had been ten thousand years suddenly melting, like a spring breeze.

"It turns out that she smiles more beautifully. The young man thought to himself, suddenly thought of Liu Feiyi, and scratched his head embarrassedly and walked off the ring.

Everyone gathered around the gate to congratulate, and the young man returned the salute one by one.

"Is the competition between the ancients and the ancients finished?" the young man was worried about the competition between the ancients and Shen Tuwu, and asked Long Yixuan.

"Not yet!" Long Yixuan said.

When Yang Xiaotian heard this, he hurriedly ran to the ring where the ancients were competing with Shen Tu Wu.

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as the boy ran to the ring, a loud bang rang out from the ring.

I saw Shen Tuwu holding a spear, his face was full of hideousness, and he stabbed at the ancients one after another, and the ancients waved the magic pen to resist, and retreated.

Shen Tuwu roared sharply, the gun in his hand was cold, and through the shadow of the pen, he came to the ancient man Yun, and in the blasting sound, he knocked the ancient man to the ground.

Shen Tuwu screamed in his mouth again and again, and kicked the ancient man who fell to the ground fiercely, kicking him to the bottom of the ring.

Yang Xiaotian's body turned electrically, holding the flying ancients, and turned his head to look at the stage with an angry face.