The rainstorm was inexplicably shaken open, and the dark night sky made a series of loud noises, which shook his eardrums and made his eardrums hurt, and even the internal force in his body began to riot, these two momentum were like surging rivers, irresistible, and he had only felt it in one person so far. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yan Chixia, stop me!"

Two figures swept through the sky one after the other, rolling up a gust of wind, and a powerful force shook the space.

Volleying the Void Crossing, this is something that only Earth Transformation Martial Artists and Divine Transformation Cultivators can do, and neither of them has the help of magic weapons, there is no doubt that both of them are masters of this realm.

Ning Caichen clenched the long sword in his hand, and he didn't dare to take a breath out of the air, for fear of attracting attention, but the two of them didn't notice the existence of other people below.

Suddenly, Yan Chixia in front of him stopped, standing at a height of 100 zhang in the air, and the person behind him also stopped, facing Yan Chixia from afar, looking at each other.

An invisible aura shrouded the space within a radius of 100 zhang, and the rain could not enter, and the wind could not blow, isolating the outside world.

A faint streamer rises, illuminating the dark night sky.

"Is it necessary for you to do this? Lao Tzu finally came to Qingzhou to drink green wine, but he met you, a plague god, who had to compete with me for a sword, saying that he wanted to take the title of the world's first sword from my hands! You don't move your head, Lao Tzu is not the world's number one swordsman, he is much more powerful than me, you go to them to compare, don't bother me!"

Yan Chixia said hatefully, her tone was full of helplessness, this is really eight lifetimes of mold, came out to meet such a tendon master, I don't know where I heard that he was the number one swordsman in the world, and what made him even more speechless was that the person in front of him actually proclaimed himself the second sword in the world, if those old immortals knew, where did he Yan Chixia still have the face to get rid of the mixed rivers and lakes, that would not make people laugh off their big teeth.

"Haha, Yan Chixia, you can't run away!"

This man was a middle-aged swordsman, with a bulging forehead, slender arms, and thick five fingers, and it could be seen at a glance that he was a master of swordsmanship all year round.

"My Xiahou swordsman crisscrossed Qingzhou, none of them were defeated, those mediocre people actually said that my swordsmanship is not as good as you, now I will defeat you, plug their dogs' mouths, and let them see who is the number one swordsman in the world!"

The long sword he was holding in his arms shook and let out a crisp chirp, and then a grand sword momentum burst from his body, soaring straight into the sky, threatening all directions.

Yan Chixia's head hurts to death, although the person in front of her has a bad head, his cultivation is not weak, and he can even be said to be very strong, and his swordsmanship has entered the grandmaster, and he is a rare master.

This is what worries him the most, it is simply a pain for such a person to chase him day and night, it doesn't make sense to make sense, and he can't shake it off.

"It seems that there is only one fight left!" he said, "If you lose, you are not allowed to follow Lao Tzu again!"

Xiahou swordsman waved the scabbard in his hand and said disdainfully: "Hmph, how can this seat lose!"

"Whoever loses and who wins, you will know if you have fought, today let me Yan Chixia learn how powerful your swordsmanship is in Qingzhou, and see if you can beat the sword in my hand!"

He is really angry, and the clay man also has three points of fire, not to mention that Yan Chixia has such a violent temper, when he was still the chief catcher in the seven northern provinces, I don't know how many treacherous demons died in his hands, that is really killing people without blinking, and now he is being bullied to the head and is enduring it, he is not Yan Chixia anymore.

"Scandium!"

The long sword on his back flew out and fell into his hand, the three-foot sword body was thick and simple, and it was full of some dense runes, which not only did not affect the appearance, but added a trace of mystery.

He raised his sword, his figure changed, and in the blink of an eye, he came to a hundred zhang away, and the sword in his hand was rolled with huge mana and slashed down.

clang

Xiahou swordsman drew his sword in an instant, a cold light flashed, and the Qiushui long sword just blocked this wind-swept and rainy sword, and the two swords collided together, stirring up dazzling sparks, and one after another violent energy overflowed and slapped on the surrounding space.

On the heavenly dome, against the backdrop of the streamer, the two sharp and unparalleled divine soldiers kept slashing together, just one breath, they exchanged no less than twenty moves, the cold light shot out, and the sword qi was furious.

In the broken house, Ning Caichen extinguished the bonfire, staring intently at the battle between the two, the brilliant sword light, the mysterious swordsmanship and sword moves made him fascinated and unable to extricate himself.

He is also a swordsman, although his swordsmanship is not weak, but where has he ever seen this kind of duel between the top swordsmen. At the beginning, Han Li only laid a foundation for him, and did not teach him many advanced sword techniques, so until now, he would only have some ordinary sword moves.

clang

clang

clang

Yan Chixia's right hand sword light waved, as fast as lightning, just in an instant, countless swords stabbed out, and the dense sword qi enveloped the Xiahou swordsman.

His sword can be described in two words, swift and fierce. The world's martial arts are invincible, and only fast is not broken. And his sword is not only so fast that it is difficult to react, but also so strong that it is difficult to parry.

Poof

The sword curtain in front of Xiahou Swordsman was torn apart, and one after another sword qi rushed towards him, his face remained unchanged, and the Qiushui long sword in his hand conjured nine sword lights, shattering all the sword qi.

The sword light continued unabated, roaring and crashing into Yan Chixia's long sword, but in the end, the powerful anti-shock force also shook the two of them back ten steps each.

"Wow"

The footsteps stepped out, and a trace of ripples appeared in the void, and Yan Chixia's figure stabilized, and a sword light suddenly rose up, slashing straight towards him.

The sword light is ten zhang in size, but it is extremely condensed, and the sword qi is roaring and hovering around, the sword pressure is terrifying, and the sword wind is raging.

Heaven and earth are endless, Qiankun borrows the law, ten thousand swords, rise!

He pinched out a seal with both hands, the long sword hovered out of his chest, the tip of the sword pointed outward, and the vitality within a radius of thousands of zhang surged wildly, and even a hurricane blew, and the massive vitality directly turned into a sharp sword light with a handle, and the incomparable edge spread everywhere.

"Go"

The robe waved, the palms were pushed out, and thousands of sword lights turned into a torrent, overwhelmingly engulfing the Xiahou swordsman with the ten-zhang sword light, and he still wanted to struggle, but the boundless sword wind tore his body protection qi in the blink of an eye.

After a few breaths, Yan Chixia returned the sword into the sheath, and then the torrent of sword qi exploded, turning into the vitality of heaven and earth and dissipating, revealing the Xiahou swordsman with a languid expression, but he was not seriously injured, but his face was not good-looking, and in the last blow, both sides suppressed their strength, just a simple competition in swordsmanship, otherwise where would the winner be determined so quickly.

"You lose, don't ask me to compete with swords in the future!"

Yan Chixia took out the wine gourd on her waist and poured a big sip of it, and said faintly, he really couldn't be interested in this kind of boring competition.

"I'm defeated!" Xiahou Jianhe said calmly, but after half a ring, his eyes burst into brilliance again: "I lost this time, but Yan Chixia, next time we meet, I will definitely defeat you." ”

After saying that, he didn't stay, and left here with the long sword in his arms.

"Phew, why did I provoke such a stupid hat!"

Yan Chixia really wanted to slap herself twice, isn't it okay to find trouble, I knew that I wouldn't have come to Qingzhou in the first place, otherwise where would there be such a troublesome thing.

Suddenly, his gaze turned to the ground, and two divine lights shone brightly.

"Boy, have you seen enough!"

Ning Caichen just wanted to dodge, but suddenly a voice came from behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was Yan Chixia, who was still in the sky just now!

"What do you want to do? don't mess around, or I'll report to the police!" he asked, drawing his sword, wary.

"You kid, I just want to spend the night with you, why don't you put away your sword quickly!" Yan Chixia said coldly.

"Oh, just stay!" Ning Caichen put away his long sword and continued, "Anyway, it's not mine here!"

"Ahem!"

。。。。

He lit the bonfire again, one large and one small, and leaned against the corner of the wall, meditating without interfering with each other.

The rain and snow began to slowly lighten, and by the next morning, the thick dark clouds had finally dispersed, and a ray of light was shining on the ground.