The blue sky, after being washed by two sword intents that rushed straight into the sky, seemed to be even more empty. There are no clouds, no wind, no soaring creatures. Secluded, ethereal, a bizarre and magnificent and unique picture, but not particularly eye-catching.

Everyone's eyes always focused on the two, and for Cheng Xiaoxian, such a short journey took a quarter of an hour. Calm, leisurely, and slow, this is the most immediate feeling he gives people at this time. When he was about ten steps closer to Tang Yi, the sword intent on his body was already completely restrained, and he could no longer see a trace of might, and the aura around him was vigorous and moving, as if it was a little more active with his calmness.

Cheng Xiaoxian looked at Tang Yi in front of him, the joy in his expression had disappeared, and some were just unusually calm. Standing quietly, watching quietly, he was waiting, waiting for Tang Yi in front of him to fully understand and understand, waiting for the moment when he was at his peak.

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Tang Yi's soul gradually woke up from his understanding, and the proud sword intent around him had long since dissipated, and the whole person returned to his former purity and safety, which was the embodiment of his already controlled sword intent. I never expected to fight with Cheng Xiaoxian in this situation, his realm was not as good as the other party, and it was not a sword cultivator, and he had no intention of winning.

Everyone thinks that Tang Yi is not Cheng Xiaoxian's opponent, and Tang Yi himself also thinks that at least before he realizes the sword intent, he really has no qualifications to compete with Cheng Xiaoxian, this is not only a gap in cultivation. At this time, looking at Cheng Xiaoxian in front of him, Tang Yi had to admit that he was inexplicably a little excited, or he was infected by Cheng Xiaoxian's proud sword intent, or he saw his demeanor, or he wanted to test his own feelings......

No matter what the reason, Tang Yi did not refuse this battle, because he was also eager to fight at the moment.

Since Cheng Xiaoxian invited the battle, Tang Yi has always been silent and stood quietly on the jade steps. Cheng Xiaoxian's slow walk is accumulating momentum, and Tang Yi's actions are also accumulating momentum, even if the sword intent is already so outstanding, but in the face of Cheng Xiaoxian, he can't help but be extremely cautious.

Among the monks who were quietly watching, such as An Yan and Lin Qing, they couldn't help but worry about Tang Yi, after all, this shocking battle was not without the possibility of a Dao fall.

Everyone knows very well that whether it is Cheng Xiaoxian or Tang Yi, they will do their best and show no mercy at all.

As Cheng Xiaoxian, even if he appreciates Tang Yi, he will go all out, which is the essence of sword cultivation and the greatest respect given to his opponent. Moreover, Cheng Xiao is the first monk in the world and the first person in the Biluo Sword Sect, I don't know how many sects hope to be able to frustrate his spirit, so he can't lose!

When Cheng Xiao spoke first, it indicated that he must win, otherwise Biluo's 3,000-year-old momentum might fall. For Tang Yi, if he doesn't go all out, there is no hope of winning.

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Tang Yi's expression was pleasant, showing a hint of a smile, clasping his hands, and giving a slight salute: "Please Brother Cheng for advice!"

Cheng Xiao returned the salute first, his face was calm and solemn, "Don't dare, Brother Xie Tang is complete!"

At this moment, the two gods are similar, the same calm, the same smooth, the same without a flaw.

It's just that Tang Yi is as gentle as the breeze, but it is uncontrollable. Cheng Xiaoxian is as majestic as a mountain, which naturally makes the rest of the people look up.

The breeze and the mountains don't seem to be the highest. Although the breeze is hard to find, it cannot hurt the mountains even a bit, and although the mountains are majestic, they cannot catch a wisp of the breeze. It was only at this time that the monks really regarded Tang Yi as someone who could fight with Cheng Xiaoxian.

Cheng Xiaoxian's hand didn't know when there was an extra long sword, but it came suddenly but not abruptly, held in his hand, it was very harmonious, and the sword was the same, probably like this.

Among the sword cultivators, most of the monks use the magic sword as a flying sword, and it is very rare to hold it in his hand like this, but Cheng Xiao can not say anything wrong with it first, as if the sword cultivation should be like this.

The length of this sword is very standard, it is three feet, and the sword body is as clear as autumn water.

"The name of the sword contains light, it is passed down by the family teacher, and it has been inseparable since the sword was cultivated. The tone was sincere and beautiful, and no one doubted Cheng Xiaoxian's sincerity.

Tang Yi is not a sword cultivator, so naturally he doesn't have a magic sword, all he has now is sword intent, which is enough. He didn't know how to use a sword, so why should he use a foreign object to restrain himself, but he responded indifferently, "Please." The timbre is ethereal, as if it attracted a few wisps of breeze, no, it's not like, but it really blew a few wisps of breeze, blowing Tang Yi's clothes fluttering, but this breeze couldn't blow Cheng Xiaoxian.

With the exit of Tang Yi's word "please", Cheng Xiaoxian suddenly disappeared and disappeared with his light!

This kind of absence is real, because Tang Yi did not find him in his thoughts.

Although Tang Yi now has a superb sword intent, he is still not a sword cultivator in essence, he is neither a top-notch figure of the Nine Revolutions, nor does he have Cheng Xiaoxian's experience in a hundred battles. Since the beginning of his monasticism, all he has had is calm, and he can remain calm in any situation. At this moment, he forgot about his surroundings, forgot everything, and even forgot Cheng Xiaoxian and his incomparably strong strength, but he was in an extremely calm state, reacting with his most instinctive intuition and consciousness.

Suddenly, there was a burst of furious True Yuan in the sky! It was a furious True Yuan that had converged into one point! It was striking at him at an astonishing speed! The breeze around Tang Yi suddenly condensed together, turning into layers of barriers, blocking the fierce fury without hesitation!

Cheng Xiaoxian didn't waste half a cent of sword qi, instantly grasped the trajectory of Qingfeng, and easily broke the array of blockades, the long sword in his hand was as fast as floating light, and he stabbed straight at Tang Yi without the slightest deviation!