Yang Xuying looked at Jian Qingyu and easily cracked his two spells one after another, and his heart couldn't help but become more and more solemn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As a supreme swordsman, he knows very well that the strongest swordsman is hand-to-hand combat, and what spells are good at is long-range attack.

He used spells to deal with Jian Qingyu, he was already using his own strengths to overcome the enemy's shortcomings, and he was invincible, Jian Qingyu had never fought with him in close proximity this time, it was not that he couldn't get close, but he was testing the power of his spells.

In terms of swordsmanship, he is far from Jian Qingyu, and in terms of cultivation, the two are also between the two, once Jian Qingyu fights with him in close combat, he is really not sure to defeat Jian Qingyu!

The thought in his heart turned, and the seal on Yang Xuying's hand changed, and golden lightsabers appeared in front of him again, and as Yang Xuying's hands closed, the dozens of golden lightsabers quickly merged into one.

The aura of heaven and earth surged quickly, and a thick and majestic aura permeated, and even the acquired masters who were far away from the wall turned slightly pale.

Located in the center of this thick and majestic aura, Jian Qingyu's complexion did not change in the slightest, and he didn't even glance at the huge golden lightsaber, his footsteps were still unhurriedly approaching Yang Xuying, and the sword in his hand was shrouded in a faint blood-colored light, pointing obliquely at the ground!

"Go!"

Yang Xuying let out a low snort, and the golden giant sword flew towards it with the sound of breaking wind.

The blood-colored light flashed away, and the long sword in Jian Qingyu's hand stabbed on the tip of the golden giant sword, and the golden giant sword began to shatter from the tip of the sword in an instant, and in a breath, it shattered and dissipated!

Jian Qingyu slowly withdrew her long sword and continued to walk slowly, her expression indifferent, but there was a cold chill in her eyes!

The golden giant sword shattered, Yang Xuying's pupils shrank, his breathing became faintly short, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Jian Qingyu's slow steps, as if every step was on his chest, and a kind of pressure appeared in his heart.

"Up!"

Yang Xuying took a deep breath, the aura around him faintly rose again, and with a low cry in his heart, a cyan long sword shrouded in golden light flew out from the top of his head, it was the same long sword he had obtained in the Moon Gazing Hall eleven years ago!

"Flying Sword!"

Looking at the cyan long sword flying out and levitating in front of Yang Xuying, on the side of the square, everyone's expressions became excited, even characters like Xing Fengqi couldn't help but show envy.

The flying sword is a kind of sword that surpasses all the divine weapons in the mainland, sharpening iron like clay, extraordinary power, extraordinary iron energy comparison, can control the flying sword, but also only the earth immortal master who is above the innate swordsman of the mainland, flying to the sky, traveling for nine days, and extraordinary people can compare!

Among the people present, only a very small number of people had seen the power of the flying sword of Dao Hongzhen in the Battle of Ascending Heaven Peak eleven years ago, but the terrifying power of the sword Qingyu that could easily hit the sword Qingyu with a snap of their fingers was still deeply engraved in their minds.

Since then, the power of the flying sword of the earth immortal powerhouse has spread in the Kyushu continent, and it has become a fairy magic that everyone yearns for!

Seeing that Yang Xuying could actually control the flying sword, Lin Qiongling's heart suddenly lifted, back then, Jian Qingyu was miserable under the flying sword of Daohong Zhenren, and even the dantian was destroyed, now can he defeat Yang Xuying who performed this move?

Looking at Yang Xuying and Jian Qingyu who were fighting for life and death, Yun Qingyang was still indifferent, it seemed that the two people who were fighting for life and death had nothing to do with her, but there was a deep pain in her eyes, and the bitterness in her heart spread all over her body!

"Flying Sword!"

Looking at the suspended flying sword in front of Yang Xuying, Jian Qingyu's mind couldn't help but think of Dao Hong's crimson flying sword, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse, and he couldn't help but tighten the long sword in his hand!

"Go!"

Yang Xuying let out a low snort, and with a sword point, the cyan flying sword turned into a golden light and flew towards the sword green jade.

"Bell!"

The cyan flying sword and the standard long sword in the hand of the sword Qingyu stabbed together.

The cyan flying sword slowly rotated, and Yang Xuying, who was not far away, pinched the sword fingers with both hands, facing his chest, pointing outward, pushing the cyan flying sword with his heart outward.

Jian Qingyu was holding the standard long sword tightly, stabbing against the flying sword, the blood-colored light on the long sword flickered, but Jian Qingyu's arm was as steady as Mount Tai!

On the tips of the two swords, golden light and blood-colored light constantly collided, setting off a strong wind and spreading.

"Click!"

The crisp sound echoed in the square, and I saw that on the standard long sword in Jian Qingyu's hand, cracks spread one after another, the blade began to shatter inch by inch, and the cyan flying sword gradually approached.

"Broken!"

Yang Xuying showed a faint smile on his face, let out a low shout, and suddenly exerted his cyan flying sword golden light, instantly shattering the standard long sword, and flying towards the arm of the sword Qingyu!

"Brother Yuqing!"

Lin Qiongling was shocked, exclaimed, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Lin Caicheng.

Yun Qingyang's hands in his sleeve robe couldn't help but be startled, his complexion changed slightly, and then he quickly regained his calm.

Seeing that Jian Qingyu was defeated by the flying sword again, on the edge of the square, everyone couldn't help but shake their heads one by one, and sighed lightly in their hearts: "The flying sword is really powerful!"

However, as soon as the thought came to mind, everyone's faces suddenly froze, and they looked at Jian Qingyu one by one dumbfounded, as if they had been petrified in an instant!

I saw that in the center of the strong wind, Yang Xuying's flying sword shattered the standard long sword in Jian Qingyu's hand, but it was blocked by one of Jian Qingyu's fingers!

The practice of martial arts and sword practice in the Kyushu continent is at its peak, and this sword-casting technique is naturally not bad, although the standard long sword is ordinary, it is harder than flesh and blood.

However, Jian Qingyu only stretched out one index finger to block Yang Xuying's flying sword, and even the golden light that permeated the flying sword was instantly suppressed by the blood-colored light.

"How is that possible!"

Yang Xuying was shocked in his heart, how powerful his sword control technique was, he knew it very well, even if it was a master Daohong Zhenren, he didn't dare to take his flying sword with his bare hands, Jian Qingyu was able to block his flying sword with just one finger.

"I don't believe you'll last long!"

Yang Xuying couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy in his heart, and he was furious, trying his best to urge the cyan flying sword.

However, no matter how Yang Xuying exerted his strength, Jian Qingyu's body was still as stable as Mount Tai, and even the bluestone floor on the ground had not been shattered!

"What a horrible body!"

"I can actually catch the flying sword!"

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

......

The crowd watching the battle couldn't help but explode and exclaimed one by one.

Lin Qiongling, Xing Chenghao and the others were happy, and their eyes were full of light, while the elders of the Dao Sect were gloomy and frightened, and those Dao Sect disciples of the Grandmaster Realm were even more terrified!

Jian Zhenxuan and the others had solemn faces, and their eyes looked at Jian Qingluo, who was also solemn, and their hearts couldn't help but sink slightly.

"Father, don't worry, my strength is only stronger than him!"

At this moment, Jian Zhenluo's voice sounded in Jian Zhenluo's mind, and his face was a little soothed.

On the stone steps, Yang Xuying's complexion had already begun to turn red, and beads of sweat appeared faintly on his forehead, but his cyan flying sword was never able to break through the finger defense of Sword Qingyu.

"Close!"

Yang Xuying said secretly in his heart, and as soon as he retracted his sword finger, the cyan flying sword flew back abruptly.

Just when everyone thought that Yang Xuying had been defeated, Yang Xuying pointed at his sword again, but the cyan flying sword turned into a golden streamer and flew towards the sword Qingyu again.

"Bell!"

Jian Qingyu pointed at the cyan flying sword, making a crisp sound, but the flying sword quickly flew upside down, and then stabbed at Jian Qingyu's left leg knee again!

Jian Qingyu avoided sideways, kicked out with his left foot, accurately kicked on the blade of the cyan flying sword, and kicked it away, but unexpectedly, the flying sword stabilized the back of the sword, and it flew towards Jian Qingyu again, as if it was spiritual.

"Boom!"

Just as Jian Qingyu was entangled with the flying sword, Yang Xuying suddenly pulled out the golden sword at his waist, jumped forward, and stabbed at Jian Qingyu.

Jian Qingyu slapped the flying sword with one palm, his right hand reached out, and his two fingers quickly clamped the Jin Mang Sword, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Xuying was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew to retreat, Jian Qingyu actually ignored the flying sword that flew again, and suddenly stepped forward and slapped it with a palm.

Yang Xuying only had time to wave his palm to greet him, and collided with Jian Qingyu's left palm.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking rang out, spreading all over the square, Yang Xuying's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his left arm hung softly, but his body had already been thrown out!