The faces of the elders were not very lively, Xie Hu and Duan Wenhuan deviated from the right path of sword cultivation, the second-generation disciples of the immortal capital, only a few people under Li Shaoyu and Liu Baizi were a little more decent, and the situation of the rest of the people was worrying, a hundred years later, how would the immortal capital compete with other side branches for a while!

Xi Huzi was excited, waved his hand and said, "You two stand down, and watch it carefully." ”

Xie Hu and Duan Wenhuan looked at each other, puzzled, seeing that the head of the house had a cold face, where did he dare to talk more, he retreated to the side, his expression was a little depressed.

Wei Rongniang was very dissatisfied with her apprentice, and reprimanded in a low voice: "The old mistake has been committed again, how many times have you been taught, how can there be such a sword like you!" Duan Wenhuan sneered, but thought in his heart, Dabi is just competing with the same sect, he really wants to be unscrupulous like Wei Qiqi, even rolling and climbing, and there is no glory if he wins, he can't afford to lose this face.

Fu Baoyuan looked at the face of the head of the house, and beckoned Zhao Zongxuan and Wei Seventeen to come forward to compete. Xi Huzi had high hopes for these two second-generation disciples, and muttered: "Do your best, don't have to keep your hands, let the elders see how many catties and taels you have." ”

Zhao Zongxuan was silent, waiting for Fu Baoyuan to withdraw from the bluestone land, without saying a word, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and the phoenix sword on his back rose to the sky, like a dragon going out to sea, and the phoenix roared into Qishan, and disappeared in an instant.

The sharp sword roar was heartbreaking, Wei Qiqi felt that his scalp was numb, and he walked away, the instinct of the beast drove him to keep moving his body, not daring to stop for a while, he had a strong crisis, once he stopped, the flying sword would fall on his head and split him in two.

The sound of the sword enveloped a wide range, affecting the outside of the bluestone ground, and the second-generation disciples who were watching were unbearable, and they retreated one after another, cultivating each other to make judgments.

On the bluestone ground, Wei Qiqi turned into a gray shadow, surrounding Zhao Zongxuan, fluctuating back and forth. Although he couldn't see where the flying sword was, he noticed that the sound of the sword was coming from the top of Zhao Zongxuan's head, and the closer the distance, the stronger the interference of the sword sound on his body and mind, his soul was scattered, and his head was splitting, and people couldn't help but cover their ears and hold their heads and scream.

Zhao Zongxuan was like a spider entrenched in the center of the web, patiently watching the prey struggle, looking for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow, Wei Qiqi fell into the prey of the cobweb, if he couldn't get out of the predicament, sooner or later he would die under the spider's fangs.

In the sound of the sword, the footsteps were as fast as a drumbeat, and they continued for a stick of incense, still agile and not slackening at all. Zhao Zongxuan was a little anxious, urging the Ming Feng Sword to consume a lot of True Yuan, he couldn't stalemate endlessly, but Wei Seventeen moved so fast, once the flying sword missed, he was forced by the other party to be three feet in front of him, and he could only be slaughtered by others.

Both sides of the fight have a desire for change.

Zhao Zongxuan made the first move, he slapped his waist, and released a short sword from the sword bag, the imperial sword flew into the air, urging the true yuan, and the sound of the sword was suddenly raised, like a line of steel wire thrown into the sky, sharp and piercing, if there is nothing.

Distraction dual-purpose imperial double sword, this is Li Shaoyu's unique sword technique, and only Zhao Zongxuan has obtained his true inheritance among his disciples.

For a while, Wei Qiqi's heart was shaking, his soul shook, as if he was in a quagmire, his reaction and movements became extremely slow, his heart was bright, and the flying sword would be close to him in the next moment, but he was just taken by the sound of the sword, and he didn't have time to deal with it.

At the last moment, Wei Qiqi thought a short spell, and cast three "requiem techniques" on himself in a row, calming his mind, and suddenly glimpsed a bright light in his eyes, like Xia Hui, like autumn water, sweeping through the air, he saw it clearly, raised the iron rod and pointed forward, impartially, worthy of the tip of the Ming Feng sword.

He Jingxian took half a step, ready to make a move, and saw that Wei Qiqi got rid of the sword sound, resisted the Ming Feng sword in time, and retracted his steps. The Ming Feng Sword is one of the three famous swords of the Xiandu Sect, second only to the Seven Fowl Sword and the Red Scale Sword, once urged, the sound of the sword is soul-stirring, the most powerful, Wei XVII used the "Requiem Technique" to restore his consciousness, which can be regarded as a stroke of genius, which surprised him.

The flying sword spun rapidly, being blocked by the iron rod, and could not advance an inch, Wei Qiqi looked closely, the Ming Feng sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, almost transparent, no wonder it disappeared as soon as it soared into the sky.

Zhao Zongxuan took advantage of the stalemate between him and Ming Fengjian, quietly lowered the flying sword and circled behind him, intending to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. I didn't want Wei XVII to have a plan, so he urged Zhenyuan to pour into the iron rod with all his might, and the yellow light lit up layer by layer, overlapping nine layers in an instant, and forcibly provoking the Ming Feng Sword up a few feet, and his body retreated sharply backwards.

Seeing Wei Seventeen crashing into him, Zhao Zongxuan knew what he was planning to do, and stabbed him in the back regardless of a short sword, and at the same time urged the Ming Feng Sword to strike back and forth. Single-mindedly controlling the dual swords, this is already his limit, it depends on how Wei XVII parries.

Wei Qiqi suddenly lay down on his back to the sky, slid under the short sword against the bluestone, swung the iron rod and smashed it heavily on the hilt, there was a slight flip of the wrist, and the short sword suddenly lost control, rolling and smashing towards the Ming Feng sword. Zhao Zongxuan was caught off guard and hurriedly manipulated the Ming Feng Sword to dodge, but ignored Wei Seventeen, who crashed headlong into him.

The iron rod bounced up like a poisonous snake and pointed at Zhao Zongxuan's throat, and the Ming Feng Sword was a few feet slower, still a few feet away from Wei Seventeen's chest. The victory and defeat have been divided, Xi Huzi and He Jingxian shot at the same time, one grabbed the iron rod, and the other caught the Ming Feng sword, separating the two.

On the surface, Wei Seventeen and Zhao Zongxuan's competition is evenly matched, if no one intervenes, it will be a defeat in the end, but Zhao Zongxuan knows that Wei Seventeen's stick hit him in the throat, and there is still time to knock on the Ming Feng Sword, and he is still inferior after all. Sword cultivation must break through the sword qi level before he can fully suppress the body cultivator cultivation talisman cultivation, this is a fact that has been unbreakable for thousands of years, and he has confirmed this with his personal experience.

Li Shaoyu felt sorry for his apprentice. The key to this battle lies in the three "requiem techniques" that Wei Qiqi cast on himself, if Zhao Zongxuan is not in a hurry, there may be a chance to win. However, victory or defeat does not matter, with the strength of Wei and Zhao, it is enough to stand out from their peers, stand out, and participate in the Chixia Valley sword debate a few years later.