On the other hand, Tianao behind the ice wall, his complexion was not good-looking, and he was as pale as paper at this moment. Yang Xueli's seemingly gentle sword, but in fact, it has the urging of the advanced Dao method, the Blood Spirit Immortal Sword is an ancient divine weapon, and its strength is not inferior to the Smurfs. The ice wall seems to be extremely solid, he uses his true qi to protect the ice wall, and the ice wall is also protecting the true qi, complementing each other, but if he hadn't gritted his teeth and struggled to support it, he was afraid that the blood spirit would have already broken the magic barrier like a withering and decaying spell.

Tianao had sweat on his forehead, and what shocked him the most was that the Blood Spirit Immortal Sword had not yet come out of the body, and Yang Xueli had forced himself out of ninety percent of his cultivation with just one Dao practice, and the beautiful woman in front of him was really not to be underestimated.

The two of them were at a stalemate as soon as they made a move, and everyone in the field looked at this scene, and almost all the people in the righteous path raised their hearts to their throats, if Yang Xueli couldn't win this battle, I was afraid that the form would become worse.

Xiao Jinghuan frowned, and said to Emperor Xuan in a low voice: "The swordsmanship of the Liu Yangshan faction is unparalleled in the world, although this woman is not very old, she didn't expect her talent to be so outstanding, plus the Blood Spirit Immortal Sword in her hand." The Tianao Hall Master looks like he's already stretched, should I help him?"

Emperor Xuan's face was as usual, he groaned for a while, and said lightly: "The wind knows the strength of the grass, the strength of Tianao has never been seen by the old man, if he is killed so easily, it is useless for the old man to ask him, I will wait for a while, don't be impatient, and wait for a while." ”

Xiao Jinghuan smiled indifferently, and a faint glint flashed in his eyes.

Yu Shuang stood behind Pan Xincheng, his eyes were also in the middle of the scene for a moment, he was really worried in his heart, seeing that the two of them were deadlocked as soon as they made a move, and he couldn't help but worry about Yang Xueli in his heart. In fact, he still has a faint strange feeling for Yang Xueli in his heart, and from the first time he saw her, he had an indescribable feeling, I don't know if it was due to her eccentric personality.

Yu Shuang looked at it quietly for a long time, her heart was like numbness, and she couldn't help but say to Pan Xincheng: "Uncle Pan, Senior Sister Yang and the Yellow Flag Hall Master have been in a stalemate for most of the day, it seems that they have encountered a strong enemy, should we help him?"

Pan Xincheng looked solemn, and he was also engrossed in looking at the field, and when he heard this, he hesitated slightly, and said in a low voice: "Shuang'er don't worry, Miss Yang has a profound Taoism, how can you see that her expression is a little disordered? He is not only the heir of the young master of the Liu Yangshan faction, but also the proud disciple of the Master Qingyang, so he didn't expect to lose so easily. ”

Huang Danchun stood beside them, heard their conversation, turned his head and said: "What Pan Gongzi said is good, the fairy sword in Miss Yang's hand has not yet come out of the body, she can stabilize the situation, and she still has the upper hand, and Liu Yangshan's 'Sword Thirty-two Style' is the swordsmanship of the town faction, and Miss Yang will definitely win this battle." ”

Yu Shuang smiled, scratched her head, and listened to Pan Xincheng and Huang Danchun's analysis as if it was reasonable, so she put her mind at ease and looked at the field again.

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

A faint sound, very faint, but there was silence in the field, and the sound came to everyone's ears as if it were real and illusory.

On the ice wall, where the Blood Spirit Immortal Sword stabbed, a crack suddenly opened, gradually changing from small to large, gradually less to more, and began to slowly spread and climb, spreading to the surroundings of the ice wall.

Everyone was shocked and gasped.

The blue light on the ice wall is reflected on Yang Xueli's cold face, as if out of the water hibiscus is like a frost and snow, her slender eyebrows are gracefully lined with dotted water droplet powder, her bright eyes are like a mirror, reflecting the ice wall in front of her that flashes with light blue light, the slender nose, the red mouth, in the faint blue light against the backdrop like a fairy of the nine heavens.

"Break!" said a broken drink, as if the phoenix was singing for nine days.

The ice wall burst in response to the sound and burst violently, filling the field with dust for a while. Bursts of cold air swept around the main hall, and most of the righteous people who were not deeply cultivated shivered.

Tianao spat blood, flew backwards for several feet, and lay down under the main hall.

Emperor Xuan's face was indifferent, and he said in a cold tone to Tianao who was lying on the ground: "Can Tianao Hall Master still fight?"

Tianao's heart was shocked when he heard this, he swallowed a mouthful of blood, turned around to look at Emperor Xuan, the look in his eyes was tenacious, and no one could question it, and said excitedly: "Senior calm your anger, and make a break with her in the next 'god-killing style'!"

Everyone in the righteous path cheered one after another, admiring Yang Xueli's cultivation.

Yu Shuang stood in the crowd, looking at Yang Xueli's back, her long hair was like ink, hanging leisurely around her waist, and a bunch of plush hairpins as white as snow tied her bun. Her back was still beautiful, and her sword in her hand hung diagonally.

The dust gradually fell, and a figure walked slowly, the light blue light in his hand was the first to attract attention, the Smurf, which was still indispensable, was broken by Yang Xueli, and then lit up again, and gradually appeared in front of everyone.

"Liu Yangshan's swordsmanship is outstanding, and Xiaosheng admires it. At a young age, Miss Yang has realized the swordsmanship to such a point, which is really unbelievable and a little interesting. Tianao's voice was steady, faintly coming out of the dust.

Yang Xueli's face was as cold as usual, and she said lightly: "You are not my opponent, if you are willing to abandon the sword and return to the right path, I will not blame the past." ”

Tianao slowly stood in front of everyone, there was blood on his lips, but his expression was arrogant, he laughed loudly when he heard the words, the laughter gradually fell, and he said sharply: "My Yijian Mountain Villa Millennium Sword Village, how can I allow you to slander! ”

As soon as the words fell, Tian Ao soared in the air, dancing his sword leisurely, and chanting words in his mouth: "The aura of the heavens will turn into dust." Flood Desolation Sword Dao, slay demons and kill gods!"

"It's not good, it's a 'god-killing style', Miss Yang be careful!" Some of the righteous people had already recognized this sword trick and exclaimed loudly.

The next moment, a violent wind rose in the hall, cold as a knife, and it hurt to shave your face.

Even the entire hall shook slightly, and in the middle of the hall, the blue light of the Smurf Fairy Sword in Tianao's hand was great, like a dazzling galaxy. For a moment, it seemed that all the space was left with the Smurf in Tianao's hand.

The faint and loud sound filled the hall in an instant, and the sky gradually darkened, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling came from all directions, which was eerie and terrifying.

Emperor Xuan stood quietly on top of the main hall, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at this familiar scene, and whispered to Xiao Jinghuan: "The same 'god-killing style', compared to Old Man Xie, the fire of the Proud Heaven Lord is really a lot worse. ”

Xiao Jinghuan bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "What the predecessor said is that Lord Xie Zhuang's Dao swordsmanship is rare in the world, and the Proud Heaven Lord is young after all, so it is naturally incomparable." ”

Emperor Xuan snorted coldly, stopped speaking, turned his head and continued to look at the field.

Here in the right way, Pan Xincheng frowned, looking at the ghost crying sword style, he couldn't help but have a trace of worry in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, sacrificed the Tianhe mirror and walked to the field, and said to Yang Xueli: "The 'god-killing style' is not trivial, Miss Yang will step back for the time being, and let Pan take this move." ”

Yang Xueli snorted faintly when she heard this, her eyes were as cold as frost, and she didn't say much, her right hand rushed out, the blood spirit sword immortal came out of her body, and the red light skyrocketed. She got up and leaped into the air, and the crimson light and the pale blue light instantly reflected each other, and the entire hall became gorgeous.

Tianao's face was pale, in the whistling wind in the sky, with a cruel smile, he turned to Yang Xueli and saw that the Smurf in his hand was like a living thing, like a demon of the Nine Shadows, and let out a terrible roar, attacking Yang Xueli directly, this momentum was like thunder and lightning in the Nine Shadows, and it was incomparably fast.

Pan Xincheng was shocked, looked up at the air, and said loudly: "Miss Yang, be careful!"

Yang Xueli was in mid-air, exhaling deeply, slowly closing her eyes, as if she had left everything in the world behind, the Blood Spirit Immortal Sword slowly detached from her hand, and slowly went sideways in front of her, she made an orchid law with both hands, stood in front of her chest, and said faintly in her mouth:

"The spirit sword is first opened, and the blood is a sacrifice. Thirty-two styles, ghosts cry and cry. ”

It was dark......

At the beginning of the chaos, Yang Xueli suddenly felt as if she was in the mouth of the netherworld, and the blood spirit fairy sword made a crisp sound, and then from the blood spirit, twenty-six fairy swords were split, all of them were shining with red light, standing in the air, and the ghost circled, surrounding Yang Xueli's body in the center.

The Smurfs were like waves, as if they were struck at Yang Xueli with sword qi in the sky, but when those invisible sword qi touched the twenty-six fairy swords split out of the blood, they all made a "crackling" sound, and they scattered one after another, turning into a few stars.

Yang Xueli slowly opened her eyes, the clear waves in her eyes flowed, she leaned forward, changed the magic with both hands, and pointed at Tianao, who was still smiling wantonly in mid-air.

The twenty-six fairy swords shone brightly, the sword bodies trembled, the tip of the sword gradually pointed to Tianao, and Yang Xueli shouted in his mouth: "Thirty-two styles, slaying demons and destroying demons, slash-"

As soon as the words fell, the whistling wind swept towards Tianao in unison, and the twenty-six fairy swords were like thunder, as if they were looking at the world, with the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan, and slashing the past to Tianao.

This set of sword styles seems to be filled with ancient spells, and the momentum seems to be inferior to the god-killing style.

After Tianao's "god-killing style" was broken by Yang Xueli, he looked like crazy, holding the Smurf fairy sword in his hand, his face was hideous in mid-air, and he roared wildly, and it seemed that he was about to do it.

But just at the last moment, these twenty-six immortal swords suddenly changed direction and flew towards one place in unison.

Yang Xueli held the Blood Spirit Main Sword in her hand, her face was pale, and there was a faint gasp in her mouth, standing in mid-air, and a trace of shock flashed in her eyes.

She looked up, but saw a black figure, holding a golden Zen staff, standing in the chaos, chanting a spell in a low voice, and the twenty-six fairy swords also flew towards the man. At first, she circled around the golden Zen staff, but in the end, I don't know how this person urged her, these twenty-six fairy swords actually hit her with a momentum that was even more ferocious than Shi Cai.

Yang Xueli's complexion changed greatly, and she hurriedly urged the law to be decided, but she didn't expect that this person's humanity was unfathomable, and the "Sword Thirty-two Style" she had performed was no longer controlled by herself at this moment, but instead hit her.

Yang Xueli almost exhausted her strength when she sacrificed the "Sword Thirty-two Style", and wanted to fight quickly, but she was about to kill Tianao, but she didn't expect a sudden change. At this moment, her whole body was numb, like an insect bite, and she was completely powerless to dodge, and it was only then that she remembered that before leaving, the Venerable Master Qingyang had warned her: "Li'er, you are gifted and qualified, I made an exception to teach you the 'Thirty-two Sword Styles' of this sect too early, but your qualifications are still shallow, and your Taoism is not deep, so you must not use it at will until the crisis moment, otherwise there will be endless troubles." Do you understand?"

She sighed lightly, her eyes were as bright as frost, reflecting the twenty-six fairy swords that seemed to be galloping from beyond the chaos, and a thought flashed in her heart: Is life about to end here?