In the confrontation, Yang Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, and the opponents of Youruo and the others seemed to be extremely extraordinary, but thinking about it, among those who were above the ranking of the Ascending List, which one was simpler, including Wen Yuan in front of him, although he was ranked one hundred and sixth, he belonged to the bottom of the existence, but it was definitely not to be underestimated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In just three years, there is almost no change in the ranking of the Ascending List, and it is enough to see the extraordinary nature of the monks among them.

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang, echoing in the slightly noisy field, and when it landed, several incomparably powerful breaths rose up, and in an instant, the roar continued, and the sharp edge of the True Yuan Horse Training and the Blade began to linger, and the battle began.

Yang Xuan didn't wait for a move, only to see Wen Yuan on the other side slowly raise three fingers, with an incomparably cold look in his eyes.

"Huh?" Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows, and immediately smiled, "Do you want me to pick you up three times?"

Wen Yuan shook his head, "Although you have made a breakthrough now, it is not enough in my eyes, since you have chosen me as a stepping stone for your promotion, I will not keep my hand, three moves, you will be defeated after three moves"

With the words extremely confident, Yang Xuan's face was suddenly stunned, and he was a little stunned, he didn't expect this Wen Yuan to be so confident, and at this moment, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "Could it be that I look so harmless to humans and animals?"

After thinking about it in his heart, his expression suddenly froze, and a sense of crisis came to him, Yang Xuan's eyes were like electricity, and Wen Yuan's cold voice sounded in his ears, "First move, Yang Xuan, take me Ice Spirit Heavenly Palm"

A palm print in his eyes that exudes the cold air of the forest has grown inch by inch, and the lines on it are clearly visible, and the cold air is steaming, as if the air around him has been frozen to a standstill, and an incomparably familiar feeling has invaded.

"Is the use of strange cold ice energy?

With a cold snort, the faint golden thunder under his feet flashed and disappeared, and when his body retreated, his right hand instantly lifted the long sword he was carrying in his hand, and secretly shouted "A sword thunder"

Suddenly, a brilliant golden thunderbolt rose up, and an incomparably stunning sword light immediately appeared between heaven and earth, speeding rapidly, breaking through the shackles of space, and brazenly meeting this palm print that exuded an endless cold aura.

"Hmph, is that all?"

Feeling the power of this sword swung by Yang Xuan, Wen Yuan's face was full of sarcasm, and with one palm, the cold palm wind stirred the boundless cold air, and the cold feeling in the space instantly raised a notch, and the huge palm print was like a substance, radiating a crystal clear ice blue glow.

Although Yang Xuan's sword was fast, the palm print was more calm, and the speed was not slow, and it suddenly triggered a monstrous momentum, and the brilliant golden sword light seemed to be like a boat sailing against the waves at this moment, and the situation was dangerous.

"Give Me Freeze"

Wen Yuan shouted, his palm print suddenly moved, and the five fingers with clear veins instantly grasped it, grasping the surging thunder sword light in it, forming a huge ice crystal giant fist, Yang Xuan's sword light was completely imprisoned, unable to move a bit.

"It seems that the covenant of three tricks is a bit too high for you"

With a cold taunt, Wen Yuan's face was full of pride, and he clenched into a fist, and the fist mark frozen with sword light burst out.

Yang Xuan's face was always the same from beginning to end, in the past, in the Yunmengze Cave, with the help of the Creation Xuanling Fruit, coupled with the accumulation of the past, the breakthrough came naturally, and it didn't take much effort at all, but the reason why it was delayed for more than a month was that it was of other uses.

Yang Xuan was studying, and obtained the sword technique of the tomb of the Venerable, and the phantom danced in his mind, knowing that it was not a sword move, but a more important method of controlling thunder, which was the use of the mystery of the thunder attribute.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Xuan's mouth pulled a trace of an inexplicable smile, and he looked particularly calm, without any panic.

This expression was taken into Wen Yuan's eyes, and he couldn't help laughing mockingly, the cold fist mark was only a few feet away from him at the moment, at this level, even if he had all the means, he would definitely eat this blow, Wen Yuan couldn't think of any other way for him to dodge, or resist.

"I haven't seen you for so long, you are still so naïve, the appointment of the three tricks back then was like this, I didn't expect you to be like this now...... Waste"

Wen Yuan's pupils retracted suddenly, Yang Xuan's words made him subconsciously feel bad, but after thinking about it, he didn't come up with a reason at all, "Hmph, it's just a trick, I want to see how you can resist this trick."

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis invaded, Wen Yuan's hairs stood on end, and a cold sense of edge immediately emerged from his neck, different from the cold of the frost, but it was a unique sharpness belonging to the blade of the sword.

The long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and he didn't care about controlling the ice-blue fist mark that was close to Yang Xuan, and put the long sword horizontally in front of him, and the next moment, he only heard an extremely shocking sound of gold and iron, and the vigorous force coming from the long sword made his body shake for a while, and his throat was cold, and a faint blood mark appeared.

Ignoring the horror in his heart, as far as his eyes could see, the ice-blue fist mark pierced Yang Xuan's body without any obstruction, "It's actually a phantom?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the huge fist mark that ran through it exploded instantly, turning into a majestic riot of heaven and earth vitality, and the ice crystal fragments that shot out fell to the ground in a chaotic manner, and a brilliant sword light wrapped in it also disappeared instantly, disappearing invisibly.

The figure that was considered to be an illusion also re-condensed, revealing Yang Xuan, who had a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Under this stone platform, there were many monks gathered around, and even more than half of the people watching the battle elsewhere gathered here, just because Yang Xuan and Wen Yuan had already had a disagreement, and they were the only ones, this battle must be extremely exciting.

However, after the scene in front of them, everyone was extremely surprised in their hearts, they all noticed the extremely faint blood stain in Wen Yuan's throat, just a face, a move against the bombardment, and it ended with Wen Yuan, who should have been stronger than the opponent's existence.

This has to be said to be an extremely incredible thing.

"Oh my God, how could it be? Wen Yuan's move was extremely strong, but he didn't expect to be able to resist Yang Xuan's seemingly understated sword?"

"That move was forced at that time, Liu Zhendong, who was the one hundred and sixth on the original Heaven Climbing List, was in a hurry, and he was defeated by the vision of the initial condensation of Wen Yuan's sacrifice, how could it be so easy to break it?"

"And Wen Yuan is injured?

……

The noisy discussion in the audience made De Wenyuan's face extremely ugly, the long sword suddenly fell, pointed obliquely at the ground, and his expression was gloomy, "I admit it, I underestimated you, I didn't expect you to be a straw bag, originally a waste that could only struggle to survive under my offensive, but now I actually have the capital to confront me head-on"

Yang Xuan didn't answer, he didn't even frown, and he didn't even frown, and he looked at how this clown-like figure would speak.

The sword he just made was the inheritance of his master, and the comprehension of the mystery of the thunder speed contained in the sword style, the sword light is like electricity, and the body shape is like electricity, which makes people confused, and it seems to be bound by the cold palm print, but it is just an afterimage brought up by the sword light, and the real killing move is already close.

"That sword, it seems to be an understatement, but it shouldn't be easy" Wen Yuan's heart was dark, he had a blind confidence in his attack, especially after defeating the one hundred and sixth powerhouse on the Ascending List, this confidence seemed to have been promoted to the point of pathology.

"Therefore, the covenant of the three moves has not changed, and now one move has passed, and within two moves, you will be solved"

Wen Yuan shouted loudly, he didn't believe that a native bun with an unknown name, who was like a waste in his eyes, would be qualified to fight him.

The long sword of "Sword Style, Ice Snake Dance" was swung in an instant, bringing up a misty ice blue mist, only to see that above the blade of the sword, a series of hideous ice snakes surged out in an instant, and the faint blue halo was like a sword, sealing all the directions in front of Yang Xuan that could be dodged, the ice snake roared, and the snake letter spitted out, and the body was like a shock, and it shot straight out.

"A sword thunder" Yang Xuan's thunder sword instantly slashed out again, and a huge sword shot out in the void, the power was the same as the previous sword, but there seemed to be some changes, and it was indescribable.

"That sword again?" Wen Yuan's face was gloomy as if he was about to drip ink, in his eyes, Yang Xuan's approach was to look down on himself, or to say contempt, intended to deal with you, one sword was enough, infinite anger burned in his heart, almost wanting to burst out of his body, and being despised by a monk he didn't care about at all in front of everyone, teach him how to stand it?

"It's too big, the angle of the ice snake dancing is extremely tricky, and the power is Wen Yuan's strange cold and ice strength, Yang Xuan is too light on the enemy"

"Underestimate the enemy, it's arrogant, right?"

All the monks in the audience were taken by the power of Wen Yuan's move, and they were quite puzzled and even disdainful of Yang Xuan's actions.

"Look, Yang Xuan will be defeated......" Remarks like these made De Wenyuan's heart settle down a little, and the corners of his mouth flashed a hideous smile, "Yang Xuan, you have to pay the price for your conceit"

In the eyes of everyone who seemed to have predicted the result, the golden sword light collided with the ice blue snake, the frantic wind surged, and the roar of the ice snake met the thunder sword light that exuded strange power.

"How, how is that possible?"

At that moment, the frightened shouts in the crowd never stopped, and the sound of gasping cold air came one after another, and in the field of the moves, in addition to the strong wind that continued to drum, there was a surprising sound.

I saw that under the brilliant sword light, the hideous ice snake dissolved in an instant, rising white mist, and the majestic energy exploded, as if it was building momentum for the white mist that filled the entire stone platform at this moment.

The roar of the ice snake turned into a tooth-sore sound, as if it had been melted by the heat, wrong, vaporized.

"Actually, really...... Blocked"

"Isn't Yang Xuan controlling thunder, how can there be a high temperature of flames?"

"Could it be...... Is he a dual-attribute person?" As soon as this speculation appeared, the crowd instantly exploded, the dual-attribute person, what a terrifying existence it was, and what it meant for anyone present, even if he had not seen it, he could definitely imagine it.

"Y-You're a dual-attributer?"

Yang Xuan, is it? Naturally not, in the ancient tomb of Yunmengze, the sword inheritance of the Venerable Predecessor's predecessors, from beginning to end, there is only this sword called Thunder, the difference, but it is the control of the mystery of thunder, Yang Xuan just used this move, is to burn the mystery, the thunder is ever-changing, when it meets wood, it makes fire, when it encounters earth, when it encounters water, it derives all things, and the former is the most obvious elaboration of the mystery of burning.

"You can say what you are."

Speaking indifferently, with a hint of indifference, he has no obligation to explain the principle of his moves to his opponent, and he will not be stupid enough to do that.

The horror in Wen Yuan's eyes almost turned into substance, and he was absolutely clear about his moves, but he was so easily cracked by one of his swords, or the same but different swords, but how could this be?

"Now, two of the three moves have passed, what's next?"

When Wen Yuan heard this, his face became gloomy again, and he forcibly suppressed the shock and jealousy in his heart, and even a trace of panic, after two moves, Yang Xuan only took out two swords, unscathed, and himself, although he was not injured, but there was a wound in his throat, even if it was so subtle that it was almost invisible.

"Yang Xuan, you are very strong, but this move, I'm sure, with your previous sword, there is no way to stop it"