The Qingfeng Sword Technique is divided into nine layers, and originally the Fugue Monk Zhenyuan could only urge the Qingfeng Sword Technique, but Yu Cuiyu was favored by the ancestor and consumed a three-leaf golden mushroom when he was a child.

The three-leaf golden mushroom can expand the spiritual cultivator Dantian Yuanhai, and the strain that Yu Cuixuan swallowed is still the three-leaf golden mushroom of good quality, which is enough to expand her dantian Yuanhai by more than three percent.

Add to her pure mana, so the second layer of this Qingfeng Sword Technique can barely be used.

He Qi's divine sense swept away, and the wind blades differentiated from those few Qingfeng swords were extremely thin, and their speed was unusually faster than ordinary wind blades, which could be regarded as a wind blade in comparison.

The small size of the wind blade means that the energy is more concentrated, He Qi flicked his fingers, three wind blades popped out between his fingers, and the other hand condensed a blue water shield in front of him.

"Puff" made a few soft sounds, and the wind blade that he sent collided with the wind blade inspired by the green wind sword, and he immediately made a judgment.

He Qi's Wind Blade collapsed at the slightest touch, and the few thin Wind Blades continued to shoot at him.

He Qi's heart sank, Yu Cuixuan's spiritual weapon is really powerful.

Compared with He Qi's astonishment, the Yu family monk who was watching the battle was even more shocked, surprised that the accuracy of He Qi's divine sense could actually attack the wind blade.

The blue water shield floated on his chest, and the swaying figure of He got up fluttered, and several strong winds passed by, and the strong wind blew his robe fiercely.

Another extremely thin wind blade slashed at the blue water shield, knocking the blue water shield into a change, and it was very difficult to dodge at this time.

"Kamikaze Slash"

Yu Cuixuan snorted, pointed at the flying sword, the Qingfeng Sword swirled sharply, and in an instant, more than a dozen fine wind blades flew out, and the Qingfeng Sword spun again and there were more than a dozen wind blades.

"Uncle, look, can He Daoyou hold on?" A woman in Tsing Yi in the crowd asked, her face showing concern.

The old man beside her was the one who had persuaded Yufeng Zhenren to let He Qi go before, and this old man looked carefully at the expressionless Yu family ancestor in front of him, and sighed lightly:

"Don't be silent and take a good look"

When he looked at the Hall of Talents from the side, He Qi looked like a butterfly fluttering among the flowers.

After the Blue Wind Sword sent out another round of fine wind blades, it was like a cyan swimming snake, rising into the sky immediately behind countless fine wind blades.

The Yu family ancestor's notebook still had a few hidden sneers, which were all revealed for a while:

"Xuan'er's kamikaze slash is really decent"

Yu Qingyi is also a smart woman, and when she heard this, her cheeks showed an unbearable look and turned her head.

He Qi, who was dodging, suddenly realized that the moon wheel in the sea rotated on its own.

The strange feeling of time slowing down suddenly reappeared, and I had experienced this experience many times before.

He Qizi also knew that this was the reason why Yu Cuixuan's kamikaze slash was so powerful that it could trigger the automatic protector of the Mixed Yuan Heavenly Mirror.

In the mirror, the Dao Dao Wind Blade formed a net of heaven and earth to seal all the places that could be dodged, especially the blue light behind it resembled a poisonous snake.

In the midst of the crisis, He Qi's mind flashed for a moment to make the best choice, he put his hands together and divided again, and a pale cyan wind blade flashed from between his palms with a "bang".

He shook his feet and flew forward after the Giant Wind Blade.

During the flight, a cyan giant blade flashed between the palms of his hands, and a strong wind sounded sharply, and He Qi followed behind the two giant wind blades, and broke out of the dense wind net, and passed by the green wind sword.

The fugue monks in the audience were in an uproar, and their exclamations blurted out, and they turned their heads to Yu Qingyi on the side, and their eyes were tightly closed when they heard the heartbeat:

That good-looking young man, let his life die on the spot without resentment, is it really cruel for an immortal cultivator?

He Qi avoided the Qingfeng Sword, and there was a tearing pain in his body, which was the price of his instantaneous continuous forcible use of the Giant Wind Blade.

The Heavenly Mother God Lei in the Dantian Yuanhai lay quietly on his stomach, and he didn't mean to move at all, just because he had exhausted his power and was not replenished when he was fighting blood cultivation a few days ago.

The loss of divine consciousness is extremely fast, and this slow state of time will not be too long, after He Qi avoided the Qingfeng Sword, another shake came to Yu Cuixuan's eyes, and then flashed behind him.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he hurriedly hugged Yu Cuixuan's thin waist from behind, and the spiritual power on his hand was not obvious, although the white dress was a high-grade magic weapon, it was not automatically activated.

The ancestor had long said that under the blow of the kamikaze and thunder, He Qi would never survive, and after Yu Cuixuan used this trick, there was a trace of unbearability in her heart.

This can't bear to be for the sake of He Qi, a living person who was cut into pieces by himself, but also for himself, and he has since become a person with blood on his hands and indiscriminately killing innocents.

The ancestor said that the immortal path is often a life-and-death battle, and only the blood on her hands is the real monk, and she is a little slack in spirit and wants to kill someone herself.

How can there not be a trace of joy in becoming a true monk in the mouth of the ancestor.

As soon as the flower in front of him, the person who thought it would be broken into pieces flashed in front of his eyes, and then he hugged him tightly on his waist.

Yu Cuixuan was stunned and forgot the fighting method, and a man's masculine aura came to her nose.

The audience was shocked by He Qi's miraculous escape from death just now, and He Qi hugged Yu Cuixuan and the two of them spun in the air.

Yu Cuixuan's dress fluttered like a fairy, and the public face made the female brother of the Yu family who was watching the battle feel like it was angular.

"Bang" sounded, the Qingfeng Sword lost its mana and fell to the ground, and the Hall of Talents was so quiet that it could be heard like a needle falling.

Yu Qingyi turned his head, clenched his hands into fists, plucked up the courage to look forward, only to see the unbearable scene of no flesh and blood splashing in front of him.

The strange thing is that the two of them hugged each other, like a couple.

Yu Cuixuan's face was a little feverish, it was the first time that she was hugged in public by a man like this, and she only felt that her heart was beating so fast.

There is joy, there is panic, there is shame, and there is confusion.

"Fairy Cuixuan, are you okay?" He Qi pretended to be concerned

"No, no,...... You're hurt!" Yu Cuixuan's face panicked, and she looked at He Qi's chest.

He Qi looked down, his chest was wide, and blood was gushing, it turned out that he had just brushed by the Qingfeng Sword, but he was still injured by its sword qi.

He Qi let go of Yu Cuixuan and smiled gently: "I have rough skin and rough meat, just wait a few days, you can do it"

The two of them still stuck for a long time, Yu Cuixuan brushed the hair with one hand to hide the panic in her heart, and the tentacles found that her hands were wet and sticky.

"Ahh

"I'm hurt," Yu Cuixuan said in horror.

He Qi hurriedly said: "No, you are stained with my blood"

"He Xiaoyou's skills are really extraordinary" The ancestor of the Yu family applauded and said: "It is extremely difficult to have your skills during the spirit introduction period, you are really from the Fuquan Mountain Range?"

He Qi replied respectfully: "The younger generation is indeed from Qingxi Valley", accompanied by the Li brothers and Yue Laodao and others, this is a matter of lying and checking, of course He Qi does not dare to pretend to be a disciple of the master.

"Heroes don't ask where they come from, although Fuquan Mountain is small, but He Xiaoyou, a disciple of a famous family, may not be stronger than you"

"Seniors Miao Zan, juniors all rely on the help of the best magic weapon on the soles of their feet, otherwise even the sword of Fairy Cuixuan can't be avoided."

Yufeng Zhenren smiled: "What is your strength, the old man knows, come, come here, come here"

As much as he could, he had to sit in the previous position according to his words.

Sit firmly in front and continue to compete, but although these spiritual cultivators are extraordinary, the excitement of the fighting method is far from being incomparable to the battle between He Qi and Yu Cuixuan.

He Qi thought that he was not in the field to compete, and from time to time there were two eyes looking at him not far from him, He Qi turned his head, and a gaze quickly flashed, leaving only He Qi with a delicate side face, as if she was engrossed in watching the game.

The other looked at him with admiration and concern, and the man clenched his pink fist and made a cheering gesture to He Qi.