The forty-eighth Longquan Immortal Sword

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Ye Hua couldn't help but lower his head, and he felt ashamed of himself. www.biquge.info The woman seemed to be accustomed to being surprised by others and her appearance, and said to Zhi Zhi with a cold face: "Master, the apprentice knows!" The voice was soft and tactful, delicate and beautiful. It's exciting. After speaking, she turned around and slowly walked onto the stone platform, and everyone looked at her back, only to feel that there seemed to be a light cage of smoke beside this girl, and she was really not a person in the world.

Ling Yun'er jumped up and flew onto the stone platform, saluted the girl slightly, and said, "Senior Sister Li, please!" After finishing speaking, her hands pinched slightly, and a red long silk floated out, and then the surrounding air became blazing, and the heat surged.

The girl on the opposite side saluted slightly, pinched the sword trick in her left hand, and slightly fufu in her right hand, a long sword was already in her hand, and the sword body was blue and dripping, I don't know how, the surface was rippling like the surface of the water, and a swimming dragon carved on it, like a living thing, wandering uncertainly.

Seeing this, Zhiku and others in the audience couldn't help but bow their heads and clasp their hands together and said: "Amitabha, how can my sister be willing to let such a thing from the town temple be born, could it be that this Longquan Immortal Sword has chosen a new master?!"

Zhi Xuan nodded and smiled slightly: "Yes, the Longquan Sword has long been a psychic thing, and it has been waiting for people for hundreds of years! My disciple Li Ningyue is very Huigen, and he is not an ordinary person!" After speaking, his face showed a slight joy, and he was a little proud.

Zhiku and the others were surprised, and they were very surprised in their hearts: "Could it be that this disciple has great wisdom roots? Or does he have a great background? If this is the case, then Ling Yun'er's victory or defeat today is very unpredictable!"

At this moment, Ling Yun'er on the stage had already transformed into more than a dozen zhang in his hand, overwhelming, rotating around Li Ningyue, Li Ningyue was just holding the sword in the field and did not move, and the Longquan Sword in his hand released a circle of blue oil and oil, which was caged on his body, and a pair of mixed yuan red silk could not be attacked. Seeing this, Ling Yun'er waved the silk in her left hand, and the red silk in the sky suddenly converged a red bundle, and her body jumped forward, and the red silk in her hand stabbed out like a sharp sword.

Li Ningyue saw that the red beam was approaching, and the strength was pressing, and immediately pointed at the Longquan sword in her right hand, pointing at Ling Yun'er's right shoulder, and the sword in her left hand suddenly turned into a palm, slapping at the red silk, Li Ningyue only felt that the red silk was as hard as iron, and the red silk just swung slightly to the side, and then stabbed at the self.

Li Ningyue didn't have time to dodge, the Longquan Sword in her right hand was sharply retracted, and she pulled upward, her body was also reclining, with a crisp sound, which could be resisted, Ling Yun'er screamed, and the red bundle in her hand suddenly scattered again, and between the lightning and stone fire, it was like a swimming snake, and it was entangled towards Li Ningyue.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled, one was dressed in red like fire, the other was dressed in white, and both of them were peerless beauties, just looking at the heart of relaxation, where did the two look like they were trying to fight each other, but they were like dancing.

Ye Hua just saw that his palms were sweating, and his heart was worried, although Ling Yun'er was Lingxiu and intelligent, and he was also outstanding in his realm at a young age, and his skills were profound, but now he saw that Li Ningyue was also a person of Zhuo Xiu, and he was no longer under his sister, so it was still difficult to predict victory or defeat.

When Ye Hua looked at the stage again, the two had been fighting for more than 100 rounds, and the mixed yuan red silk in Ling Yun'er's hand was already urging the fire to be filled with dragon formations at this time, in a sea of fire, the dragon roared, and a red long dragon loomed, spitting out strips of three-color flames from time to time, it was the Sanyang True Fire, and the momentum was huge, obviously Ling Yun'er had already brought the mixed yuan red silk to the extreme at this time.

On the other hand, Li Ningyue was silent in the flames, but the cold and generous Longquan in her hand was rippling, and her body seemed to turn into a cold pool of blue water, and she fought with the mixed yuan red silk, and she did not fall behind.