"Yuwen Zhouyuan, do you see that?" Shangguan Piaoxue asked as she looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan.

"See, no wonder no one has ever seen your sword, it turns out that you didn't pull out your sword at all, this is your real attack. Yuwen Zhouyuan said lightly: "What is even more unexpected is that you can produce two swords, in addition to the long sword, the scabbard is also a sword." ”

In the last sentence, Yuwen Jooyuan is a voice transmitter, this is a secret of others, there is no need to say it.

Hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, everyone in the surrounding stands was in an uproar, and they didn't pull out their swords, doesn't this mean that Shangguan Piaoxue's attacks are directly with the scabbard, this is really incredible, if he really pulls out the sword, how terrifying it will be, is it like the power just now?

Che Jian'an's face was very ugly, and he was contemptuous! This was Chi Luoluo's contempt! Although Shangguan Piaoxue and his battle took the initiative to admit defeat, he felt that he had already lost, because the other party's fight with him was simply perfunctory, yes, it was perfunctory, which showed that Shangguan Piaoxue thought that he was not his opponent at all.

"Very good, very good, I wrote down this time, this account will have to be repaid sooner or later!" Now Che Jian'an thought of the meaning of Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, everyone is very hidden, and there are more than two people who can defeat him, it is true, Wu Yueheng is one, Shangguan Piaoxue is one, and there is also Yuwen Zhouyuan.

"The sword of your Holy Snow Palace is really terrifying, and it is quite deeply hidden. "In the central ring, a True Emperor Realm powerhouse said to another True Emperor Realm powerhouse.

"Didn't you already know about it?" said the master of the Holy Snow Palace lightly.

"I'm afraid you all want your sect's disciples to discover the sword of the Holy Snow Palace, but it's one thing to know, and it's another thing to be able to dodge, then Yuwen Zhouyuan is really good, it seems that I still have a lot of vision, and I accepted him as a closed disciple early!" said Shi Chengzi, the benevolent sect leader who presided over this Tianzhu Martial Arts, with an unfathomable smile on his face.

"Yuwen Zhouyuan is still your closed disciple?" the True Emperor master of the Holy Snow Palace exclaimed.

"Yes, what's the matter, since Yuwen Zhouyuan and I are relatively low-key, we didn't announce it to the outside world!" Shi Chengzi said lightly.

"You're still low-key, won't you, if this is still low-key, then we really don't know what a high-profile is!" the True Emperor master of the Holy Snow Palace shook his head and said.

Shangguan Piaoxue in the stands stood silently and said lightly: "Yuwen Zhouyuan, I didn't expect that your cultivation has reached this point, I lost, let's fight again next time." ”

"Okay, your sword is indeed terrifying, if this kind of swordsmanship can be used with sword moves, I'm afraid no one will be able to dodge. Yuwen Juyuan said.

"If you use it with a sword move, it won't be a killer sword. Shangguan Piaoxue said a word, and then returned to his ice seat.

"It's too!" Looking at the back of Shangguan Piaoxue leaving, Yuwen Zhouyuan said two words, and was about to return to his seat.

At this moment, a piece of music that tugged at everyone's heartstrings quietly sounded, permeating the entire valley, and a soft, pitiful fairy posture seemed to be a beating note slowly drifting in.

This figure is Yang Liuqing.

"Fairy Yang, don't you want to fight me this time?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked with a helpless smile.

"That's true, you shouldn't have consumed much mana just now, or I'll give you some time to recover, do you need a thousand-year-old stone milk?" Yang Liuqing blinked his beautiful eyes, as if playing a note.

"Fairy Yang, forget it, I really didn't consume much mana, let's start!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said, and became serious.

Now that you have decided to fight, you have to be serious, no matter who the other party is, as long as you stand in this ring, you will be his opponent.

Yang Liuqing bowed slightly, waved his slender hand, held the piano in one hand, opened the five fingers in the other hand, and five extremely sharp silk threads burst out, each with the sound of breaking the sky, as if it could penetrate everything.

The space where Yuwen Zhouyuan dodged by the five silk threads has been blocked, no matter how Yuwen Zhouyuan dodges, she has to meet a silk thread, and she is forcing Yuwen Zhouyuan to shoot directly.

"It's okay, Fairy Yang, let's see how tough the filament you have conjured is. Yuwen Zhouyuan spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the movement trajectory of those silk threads was completely presented in Yuwen Zhouyuan's field of vision.

Yuwen Zhouyuan grabbed it with one hand, and the five silk threads were grabbed by him in the palm of his hand at once.

Yang Liuqing seemed to have known that Yuwen Zhouyuan would attack like this, his slender fingers flicked slightly, and the sound of tinkling and ding dong came out, affecting everyone's minds, and the divine crystal of Yuwen Zhouyuan in the Ye Shen Court bloomed with dazzling light, and the tone brought by the music could not bring any trouble to Yuwen Zhouyuan at all.

When those silk threads made a moving music, those silk threads moved flexibly, like ropes, spreading out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's palm, trying to wrap Yuwen Zhouyuan strongly.

"Fairy Yang, you better use other means of attack! this kind of attack can't cause me any damage at all. Yuwen Zhouyuan said, as soon as his true qi turned, his arm struggled, and the silk thread in the entire arm was full of toughness, and it did not break free.

"Yuwen Daoyou, never underestimate any attack. Yuwen Zhouyuan's scene was seen in Yang Liuqing's eyes, and she whispered, and the speed of the jade hand fluctuating the silk thread was even faster.

In the blink of an eye, Yuwen Zhouyuan was firmly bound by those silk threads, and those silk threads gradually contracted, as if they were going to cut Yuwen Zhouyuan into countless small pieces.

"Fairy Yang, this kind of attack of yours really can't have any effect on me. Yuwen Zhouyuan said lightly, and his whole body bloomed with glass-colored light, and those silk threads seemed to be dissolved, completely disappeared, and were refined by Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Yang Liuqing's face turned slightly pale and returned to normal, those silk threads were the substantial silk condensed by her tempered true qi, but she didn't expect to be partially refined by Yuwen Zhouyuan in an instant, she was distressed, knowing that this kind of attack really couldn't cause any trouble to Yuwen Zhouyuan, if she still used this kind of attack, I am afraid that she would still lose her wife and lose her soldiers.

"Yuwen Daoyou, I now believe that this kind of attack will not work for you, and now Liu Qing will play a song "Tears of Leaving People" for you. Yang Liuqing whispered, her slender jade hand waved slightly, all those silk threads were withdrawn, and she glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a sad look in her eyes.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's body trembled slightly and returned to normal, and at that moment just now, he seemed to see Nangong Dai looking at him with resentment.

"It is a pleasure in life to be able to listen to the sound of the music fairy, and it would be even more wonderful if I could see the dance of the star fairy again. Yuwen Juyuan said with a faint smile.

Yang Liuqing didn't have any words, and suddenly her temperament changed, and her dusty, indifferent, and fairy-like temperament disappeared, and she turned into an ordinary woman with a lot of sorrow.

Yang Liuqing's eyes were full of sorrow, looking pitiful, and her delicate and weak body made everyone can't help but hug and pity her, comforting this sad woman.

In the stands, many people watched this scene and were attracted to it, into the atmosphere she created.

"Zheng ......" a piano sounded, as if everything was withering, the leaves were flying, the withered grass was all over the sky, the heaven and the earth were gloomy, and almost everyone had a touch of sadness in their hearts.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was clear and bright, and he was not lost in that kind of melancholy environment at all, and suddenly, a stream of aura gathered between heaven and earth, forming floating yellow leaves and withered grass all over the sky.

This is not a real yellow-leaved withered grass at all, but a killing blade, and each yellow-leaved withered grass contains powerful attack power.

Yuwen Juyuan took a breath, the sound rhythm attack was really terrifying, although he had already known that this attack was extremely sharp, but he didn't expect it to reach this level.

The yellow leaves and withered grass formed by the energy of heaven and earth attracted by the sound of the piano made the capable people immersed in that melancholy environment and were attacked unconsciously.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......" came out with the playing of the notes, and those yellow leaves and withered grass in the sky swirled in the ring, attacking towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's set of fallen leaves and floating zero palm techniques were played, and with the help of the atmosphere created by Yang Liuqing, the power of his palm technique was increased many times.

The heavy palm shadows struck, colliding with those extremely sharp yellow-leaved withered grasses, forming waves of energy.

Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly withdrew his hand, his right fist was clenched, and a punch was struck, and in the sharp attack in the sky, a passage was struck, and the unparalleled strength rushed out towards Yang Liuqing, like a furious sea tide, like the majesty of a comet.

Yang Liuqing's face remained unchanged at all, holding the piano with one hand and dialing the strings with the other.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng!" The tone changed, but it did not affect the melancholy mood contained in the tune in the slightest.

The ancient road long pavilion, the slanting sun silently, deduces an inseparable parting, men and women tell each other, as if saying the words of love at the time of parting, a poignant picture scroll is displayed in the hearts of everyone, they seem to be spectators, witnessing this parting.

Just when everyone was immersed in this picture, the aura of heaven and earth gathered in the Tianzi Ring to form a barrier to block Yuwen Zhouyuan's attack.

At this time, the sound of the piano made him seem to have entered that kind of environment, the beautiful picture scroll and the realistic round platform alternated with each other, with the curling music, he also entered the picture scroll, but the difference is that Yuwen Zhouyuan can still explore the illusion and see where Yang Liuqing is.

Although Yuwen Zhouyuan can now unleash his powerful divine sense to forcibly break through this state, he doesn't want to do it, because even if it is broken, I'm afraid it won't be long before he enters this state again, so it's better to simply blend into it, as long as his heart is not lost.

As soon as the picture scroll of "Zheng, Zheng, Zheng......" changed, the sweetheart left, the back was lonely, the tears of the Yiren flowed, and at the same time, countless majestic energies attacked Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Two rainbow lights burst out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, the strength of his whole body boiled, punch after punch, and those energies collided, and the violent energy raged on the round platform, rolling in all directions, and the bodies of the two were not affected at all.