I don't know when it started, a heavy rain suddenly fell on Tianxuan Ancient Star.

The next one went on and on, as if it would never stop, and the dark clouds in the sky came one after another, so that a kind of depression was born in this place out of thin air, and it shrouded the hearts of all the monks in all directions.

The lingering melancholy, suppressing these hundreds of millions of cool eyes, the strange changes in this place, it is not that they don't know, the breath of the extinction of the One Yuan Tribulation, although it is squeezed to the edge by the Dao sound here.

But after all, this is the power of the calamity, and how can it be easily swept away? The rain was pouring down, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, and there was nothing but the sound of the rain.

The Fire Spirit King was wrapped in a sea of fire, and his whole body was like a humanoid sun, hanging in the void, and the scorching breath echoed with the pouring rain, which could be described as very spectacular.

Feng Qingyang and the unequaled sword saint stand opposite each other, separated by hundreds of feet, seemingly a short distance but like the distance between heaven and earth, this is a contest between ancient and ancient times, this battle, regardless of life and death, only win or lose,

"If there is no such battle, how good it would be," Feng Qingyang sighed secretly, lowered his head and pondered, but there was a cheer of Mo Qianxiao in his ears, like a football baby on the earth in his previous life, dancing vigorously and encouraging him.

Such a beautiful woman danced such a charming dance, which can be said to be out of the limelight, attracting everyone from all over the world to look sideways, and their eyes were hot, but when they touched the thousand deaths that were about to erupt fire, they retracted their eyes with an embarrassed smile.

"Little junior brother, if you lose, don't go back to the Nine Heavens. Mo Qian said with a smile, raising his hand lightly in the void, the pink halo spread out, and I don't know when dozens of hazy beauties appeared, all of them were the same as her, screaming loudly at the wind and dancing.

In the past six months, the Peerless Sword Saint has never stopped cultivating for a moment, even if it is cultivation, it is not a retreat in vain, in addition to the retreat for the next half a year, he has also personally investigated all the famous monks in ancient times, as for Feng Qingyang, he is the person he focuses on investigating, but in the end, he regrets that the other party is as mysterious as the legend, and he doesn't know where it came from, and he can't see a clue.

"Are you really just a little zombie in the Nether?" The Peerless Sword Saint's eyebrows jumped, his eyes spewed brilliance, as if there were two small swords contained in it, people are like swords, there are gods in his eyes, and people and swords are one, which can be described as a super master who has been immersed in the way of the sword for countless years.

He even personally investigated the Xiuzhen Realm where Feng Qingyang appeared, the narrow nether space on that side, it was strange that it was so similar to the Xuanhuang Land, not only that, but he also found countless mysteries in it, but even so, everything about Feng Qingyang, there was no clue, he seemed to come out of thin air, without a single sign, as if there was such a person in the world, a person who was not years ago.

Looking at Feng Qingyang, whose face was a little helpless on the other side, the Peerless Sword Saint seemed more calm, he had never despised Feng Qingyang, otherwise, he would not have spent so much effort to investigate his details, thinking back to the decisive battle between the other party and Emperor Tian half a year ago, the fierce body, and the body strength that was violent to the extreme, every time he thought about it, he felt a little palpitating.

With the passage of time, the strength of the other party has not diminished, on the contrary, it has become more intense, sometimes he secretly meditates and wakes up, he will deliberately regard Feng Qingyang as an imaginary enemy, and face off against it, but every time he loses.

The heavy rain was howling, and the cyan dragon under the feet of the Peerless Sword Saint gradually melted into the void, and on his body, an invisible aura appeared on him, isolating the falling rain one after another.

It seemed that the place where he was was his own absolute control, and it was also an independent sword domain, and the raindrops the size of beans left along the invisible aura to the surroundings, like a waterfall, gradually falling into the sea below.

Feng Qingyang's expression moved, and he suddenly fixed his gaze on the sword domain of the Peerless Sword Saint, which others couldn't see, but it didn't mean that he didn't know anything.

It was a wave of qi that filled his body, in fact, it was a myriad of tiny, extremely thin swords, constantly cutting through the falling rain, dense, innumerable, and it was this way that could isolate everything.

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, before the two of them fought, he discovered the strength of the other party, not to mention anything else, just with the sword domain that the other party comprehended, it was not something that ordinary monks could match.

"In this battle, must there be a distinction between life and death?, or victory or defeat?" Feng Qingyang stared at the Peerless Sword Saint who was a hundred feet away, his eyes were full of terrifying light, as if he was speculating on something.

"Victory or defeat, isn't it life and death?" The Peerless Sword Saint raised his head, raised his hand and flipped out two slender long swords, this sword was round and unopened, but it naturally diffused with a sharp aura, just by looking at it, he felt that his skin was cut open, that kind of sharpness, I am afraid that only he can clearly feel it in this aura.

Every time his gaze jumps, he will be a little shocked, this is the ancient Tianjiao power after all, ordinary monks can only use one-handed swords, but the other party is an extremely rare two-handed sword.

You must know that if you want to run a two-handed sword like you enter your arm, the energy or mind consumed is countless times that of a one-handed sword, and looking at the opponent's posture, it is obvious that it has reached the absolute peak.

"In this battle, I want you to help me return to the basics, whether it is two hands or one hand, but whenever I raise my hand, this is the sword, and heaven and earth are my sword. He said confidently.

As soon as these words came out, the void burst out with a powerful and boundless momentum, and with the appearance of this momentum, the originally torrential rain actually stopped directly in an instant.

The suppressed dark clouds in the sky were also completely annihilated under the cutting of this sword qi, making the dim sky suddenly as bright as day, and the blue sea reflected the light of heaven and earth, which was suddenly a little dazzling.

Feng Qingyang also followed with a flash of his eyes, his clothes were as good as him, and he also raised a blood-colored magic sword, he was not proficient in swordsmanship, but in his heart, no matter what the way, it was just a means.

With the unparalleled sword saint taking the lead, everyone in the Quartet suddenly boiled, and countless monks secretly speculated who was strong and who was weak, but no matter what it was, it would be completely displayed in front of everyone in the near future.

"Who's going to win, you say?" whispered the monks around.

"Then I don't need to ask, it must be my ancient monk's style, if he fails, then who else can fight against those two people of the old immortal era?"

"Hmph, ancient ants, do you know the power of my ancient powers?" someone pouted disdainfully, and the person who spoke was naturally a person from both camps.