The cyan sword dragged on for a long time, like a touch of green clouds in the air of Baishi Mountain, very gorgeous, but it was very gorgeous, but it was very fast, Xue Jianqing's white clothes hunted, and the wind rose in Baishi Mountain, blowing away the white clouds in the air, leaving only a touch of green clouds, I don't know when it might rain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qingyun is naturally not Qingyun, it is the sword torn by Wang Meng's flying sword, it is very dangerous, enough to give Xue Jianqing a dismount, Wang Meng feels that he is a little too superior.

The cyan sword shot down like a meteor to Xue Jianqing's position, and the sword was very fiery, which also proved that the power was really great.

The two sides were bound in the formation arranged by Xuanxu Lao Dao, but there was still a terrifying hole in the place where Xue Jianqing was, which was cut out by Wang Meng.

"Silver Frost Step!"

This was Dao Ling's voice, not shocked, as if it was explaining why Xue Jianqing had avoided Wang Meng's green rays.

Silver frost step, one of Kunlun's footwork, footwork has not been valued by monks, it seems that it is only used to escape, but it is very important.

There are very few monks who learn footwork, because it is too much waste of time, maybe your footwork is not successful, and your junior brother has mastered two methods that are enough to defeat you, and the gains outweigh the losses, not to mention the silver frost steps that are extremely difficult to master in Kunlun.

On the ground that was slammed out of the pit by Wang, there were some crystalline frost-like things, which continued to the feet of Xue Jianqing, who was far away, and then gradually melted, dissolved like frost, seeped into the soil, and disappeared, only the slightly damp soil indicated that there were ice crystals melting.

Wang Meng's strongest blow was dodged by Xue Jianqing, and he felt that things were not good, and one after another green mangs slashed through the void, and a loud noise was born in Xue Jianqing's position.

However, after a loud bang, Xue Jianqing's cheap smile, with a hint of disdain, still existed in the field, but there was a little more dust in his white clothes, but he didn't care, because he didn't have a habit of cleanliness.

If the silver frost that Zhenyuan turned into hadn't melted on the ground, then the silver frost would have covered the entire area of the battle, and it would have looked good, but that kind of realm, Xue Jianqing hadn't reached it yet, but he thought it was enough to defeat Wang Meng.

"You're slow, you've already lost by the time your first hit didn't hit me. ”

The wind tore at Xue Jianqing's clothes, and he was rarely serious, looking very serious.

Wang Meng found that his divine thoughts combined with the flying sword urged by the true yuan, no matter what, when Xue Jianqing couldn't help it, he had already held the flying general in his hand, and the flying sword that flashed with green light couldn't stop shaking, as if he was angry that he didn't hit Xue Jianqing, Wang Meng gently stroked the flying sword, stopped its restless sword body, and even stopped his restless heart, he was a little chaotic.

Listen to the three swords!

This is Wang Meng's sword move, Wang Meng has learned all the fierce methods, more suitable for killing the enemy, not suitable for such a crepe competition, so the first test failed, he began to brew the strongest blow, dragging is meaningless, winning is winning, losing is losing, the competition can not hurt people.

There was a faint sound of huge waves crashing on the shore, not on the beach, but on the reef of the beach, not the softness of the sea crossing the beach, very violent, the first sword hit the plantain like rain, very fast, very dense.

Wang Meng's sword, like his character, is very dry and explosive.

But Xue Jianqing is different from the obedient he shows, he is very calm towards the enemy, and the war of words is just a means for him to provoke the enemy, and it is precisely this method that is also very effective.

The silver frost step is very powerful, so Wang Meng's first sword sword shadow stabbed on Xue Jianqing's afterimage, and he didn't even touch the other party's sleeve, Xue Jianqing was still pacing the silver frost step in the field so chic.

The second sword was immediately used by Wang Meng, although he was very dry, it did not mean that he underestimated the enemy, on the contrary, he attached great importance to Xue Jianqing, a person with a perverse personality, there must be something extraordinary in the battle.

The huge waves in the sea seemed to gather into a wave in an instant, like a reckless water dragon, the dragon roared, gathering the power of the waves into one, and the power must be very powerful.

Unlike the first sword's gentle drizzle and rain hitting the plantain, the second sword only has one sword, in fact, the first sword also has only one sword, and he has a total of two swords.

The dragon whiskers of the water dragon danced in the air, floating in the wind, the dragon head was very majestic, and it bit towards Xue Jianqing, Xue Jianqing had only used the silver frost footwork since he came on the field, and it was still like this.

The water dragon inevitably broke through and bit to the place where Xue Jianqing stood, but there was no figure of Xue Jianqing in the dragon's mouth, only a trace of Xue Jianqing's clothes, and the rest of Kunlun also looked at it calmly, because Xue Jianqing would not lose, but the disciples of the Holy Dao Sect followed Wang Meng's every move in their hearts, exclaiming from time to time, and regretting from time to time.

Wang Meng knew that the second sword did not have an effect, Xue Jianqing still dodged, and his third sword was immediately used, he was a little worried, because Xue Jianqing had not made a move from beginning to end, and had been defending, so to speak, he had been fleeing.

The sound of the slapping sound, it seems to be a low tide, the sound of the waves is very small, very smooth, like the waves helpless against the reef on the beach, and the sigh is made, so it is usually like a rout of the sword, and it stabbed at Xue Jianqing, who had an unstable foothold.

Xue Jianqing looked at Wang Meng's bland last sword, did not move, and did not cast the Silver Frost Step again, because this sword seemed to be ordinary, but the cyan sword was very wide, how wide was it? It was so wide that his Silver Frost Step could not dodge, so he only had to take it hard.

Finally, Xue Jianqing took out his sword, and it was still a flying sword as white as his clothes.

He swung forward gently, and the tip of his sword pointed at Wang Meng's throat, not to kill him, but to stop his sword momentum.

In fact, the moment he took out his sword, the already small sound of the waves stopped abruptly, even if it was small, it gave people the feeling of an abrupt stop, because it disappeared in an instant, and Wang Meng was defeated.

"Is this okay?" one of the disciples of the Holy Dao Sect questioned, and more disciples of the Holy Dao Sect echoed.

"Why not?" Xue Jianqing still wore his faint smile, responding to everyone who questioned him.

Wang Meng's cyan flying sword is two feet long, while Xue Jianqing's silver flying sword is two and a half feet long, so in the eyes of others, when Wang Meng's flying sword has not yet stabbed Xue Jianqing, Xue Jianqing's sword has already been against Wang Meng's throat, so Wang Meng's third sword was also broken.

This situation is also understood by some disciples of the Holy Dao Sect as luck.

"Then Xue Jianqing's luck is too good, just because the flying sword is longer than Senior Brother Wang Meng, otherwise it will definitely be Senior Brother Wang Meng who wins. ”

"I agree with you. ”

There can be no reason to win, but there must be a reason to lose, so the two disciples attributed the reason to Wang Meng's flying sword being too short.

Wang Meng didn't think so, this was just a way for Xue Jianqing to win himself, it was very easy and effective, but it looked a little shameful, but every detail of him was used by Xue Jianqing, so he was convinced to lose, and he returned to Xuanxu Laodao.

"I'm sorry. "This is what he said to Fang Yuan, this competition was all because of Fang Yuan, and the Holy Dao Sect couldn't afford to lose, but he lost.

"It's fine. Fang Yuan patted Wang Meng on the shoulder, feeling that he should return to the teasing appearance he had when he was in Wang Yaru's house before in order to fit Wang Meng's image in his heart.

Xue Jianqing, who walked off the field, also knew that it was not easy for him to win, Yinshuangbu was very domineering, it could avoid Wang Meng's many domineering offsets, but Yinshuangbu was also very domineering when he spent Zhenyuan, and he was so domineering that there was not much Zhenyuan left, which actually made Xue Jianqing feel like a life-and-death fight, which was very troublesome, so he was not happy and walked back to Kunlun's seat.

Kunlun and the others will naturally not be happy, this is a competition that should be won, and even they are a little shocked, in their opinion, this victory should come faster to be normal.

Xuanxu Lao Dao's defensive formation is not good, but the square has been destroyed, and the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea is not available, but it can't be expected to be repaired by Qianxi and Su Yuan, so he had to go by himself, he waved his hand, but in a blink of an eye, the square was brand new again and even much stronger than before, and it was like a magic skill with a wave of his hand.

At this time, a disciple in Kunlun walked out and bowed his hand to the seat of the Pilgrim Dao Sect: "Kunlun Qin Gaoyi, please advise." ”

Qin Gaoyi is the image of a middle-aged man on the surface, revealing a noble temperament in his bones, not deliberately, but naturally, even his clothes are noble purple, but the whole person looks heroic, and his eyes look very fearless, this is a noble and fearless person.

"I'll go, Master. Miao Yong stood up from his seat.

He had a feeling that this person's opponent should be him, not anyone else, it should be him, and he didn't know why there was such a strange feeling.

"Holy Dao Sect Miao Yong. ”

When Miao Yong finished speaking, Wang Yaru on Kunlun's side lowered her head, raised her head to look at him, and then lowered it again, she found that Miao Yong had changed a lot and matured, which was always a good thing, but she didn't know why her heart was empty.

Senior Brother Du saw Wang Yaru's abnormality, glanced back, and his eyes turned to the scene again.

The two people in the field can be said to be very stable, but one looks middle-aged, the other looks young, the steady two did not have the sword to test, but directly out of the sword attack, very coincidentally, the flying swords of the two are purple, very coincidental, both are two feet long, and it is also very coincidental, the clothes of the two are also purple, purple may be the preference of the rich and noble.

Everyone was a little surprised, because it was too much of a coincidence, and Kunlun's seat was also a little surprised.

"It feels like two of you. Someone said.

However, more coincidental things are still to come, when the two of them made sword moves to attack, they found that the sword moves of both were the same.

Ruoshui sword, water-like swordsmanship, very ordinary swordsmanship, almost every sect can learn, so many people ignore such a set of swordsmanship.

Because there are always moves in swordsmanship, and many people learn swordsmanship for the powerful moves, such as Wang Meng's three swords, which are incomparably powerful.

And the water sword is a set of swordsmanship that forgets the moves, water is an invisible thing, and it can be turned into any shape, which is also the general outline of the water sword, without any moves.

Hooking, hanging, pointing, picking, slashing, teasing, splitting and other basic attacking actions, is all of the water swordsmanship, these can indeed only be called actions, can not be called moves, if the water swordsmanship is a set of swordsmanship without moves, it is a set of extremely simple swordsmanship, is no one wants to learn the swordsmanship.

The sword moves of the two of them are the same, which also shocked the two of them, everything is too coincidental, it seems to be cause and effect, just stunned for a moment before the two of them made a move, after all, they have to distinguish the winner and loser.

Even if it is a simple hook, hanging, pointing, picking, slashing, teasing, and splitting, under the pouring of the monk's true yuan, the power is also very terrifying.

Miao Yong backhanded, and a crack appeared in the field, which was split by Miao Yong's poured true yuan.

Qin Gaoyi slashed with his hand, and a scar was also split in the field, and dust was splashed.

After a while, the venue was full of potholes like the wrinkles on the old man's face, although shallow, but dense, terrifying, dense.

"These two people turned out to be Ruoshui Sword" One person looked at the two people in the field with some amusement, if it weren't for the fact that the two belonged to the Holy Dao Sect and Kunlun respectively, he even suspected that the two had discussed it.

If the water sword is extremely distracting, so Miao Yong will only use this set of swordsmanship at present, and the rules stipulate that only swords are allowed, so he will use this set of swordsmanship to fight.

Qin Gaoyi will only have this set of swordsmanship, it took him many years to forget about other swordsmanship, Ruoshui swordsmanship is the most powerful swordsmanship in his opinion, although every immortal sect can learn it, in his opinion, this is a return to the basics, it is the Great Dao.

Qin Gaoyi sank his wrists, the tip of the sword rushed forward, and the front end of the sword body and the tip of the sword came out through the sword, this is a broken sword.

Miao Yong's sword body slanted downward, and the front of the sword body of the true yuan collided with Qin Gaoyi's true yuan, intercepting Qin Gaoyi's sword, which was a sword interception.

Boom!

Under the collision in the air, Zhenyuan suddenly exploded, and the purple light was pervasive, and it was extremely charming.

It can be said that this is the real demolition move, it is the most basic move in the sword, and it can't even be called a move, Miao Yong and Qin Gaoyi's demolition move is very dangerous, until one side can't split the winner or loser, if it is a death match, it will definitely kill, and the sword move is simple, but it is also fatal.

Sun Jingwen and Wang Yaru's demolition moves just now were like playing at home, not like the current two of them, every move seems to be bland, but it is terrifying, and everyone's minds are spinning up and down with the sword in their hands.

Xuanxu Lao Dao looked at the square that was once again riddled with holes by the two of them, and sighed secretly, this repair work is very painstaking.

Although the Ruoshui Sword is simple, it is not simple to use in the hands of the two, but as the figures of the two of them keep drifting in the field, Miao Yong gradually understands that he is not Qin Gaoyi's opponent.

Why? Because Qin Gaoyi has more true yuan than him, the rules say that Qin Gaoyi needs to press the realm to the middle stage of transforming into a god, but the number of Qin Gaoyi's true yuan has not changed, so if he continues like this, he will lose.

He wanted to change, but he didn't know how to change for a while, and his sword was a little slow.

Suddenly, he was held by Qin Gaoyi against his throat, and he lost.

Qin Gaoyi was suddenly very fast, he didn't react, and when he reacted, it turned out that Qin Gaoyi was not only good at water sword, but also silver frost step, waiting for him to reveal his flaws, so he was defeated.