The two of them in the field saw Song Piaoxue's right hand and two fingers forming a guide, and the Canglang Divine Sword and the black ruler fought in the air with the cooperation of her mantra. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info And Luo Xiaosang's body floated in the air, although he was a little in a hurry, but the black ruler was under his fingers, and he did not lose to the Canglang Divine Sword at all.

Every time the two weapons hit, Luo Xiaosang's whole body was shocked, and his body almost couldn't stand, and he needed to work hard to unload his strength, and the opponent's skills were really good. I don't know how long I can endure it.

It's just that Luo Xiaosang doesn't know that he cultivates the three major exercises in the world, and Xiao Mida Gong focuses on it, building the foundation with the pure and thick Dharma of Buddhism; the Taiqing Heart Sutra emphasizes the outside, paying attention to borrowing external forces to repair himself; and the Chaotian Qi technique is even more about internal and external communication. In this case, although the whole body is painful during the collision, it is not a major problem, and there is a tendency to become more and more proficient.

On the other hand, Song Piaoxue, although he was in mid-air, commanding the Canglang Divine Sword Divine Light to appear, steadily suppressing the black ruler and gaining the upper hand, the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

The cultivation of the young man's Heavenly Qi Technique in front of him was far inferior to his own, several levels worse, but the weapon in his hand was strangely tight, and every time he collided with the Canglang Divine Sword, although he flew upside down, he immediately flew back unscathed to fight again.

What's even more strange is that the black ruler seems to have a suction force, and every time it collides, the essence and blood of his whole body want to flow out of his mouth, and he feels nauseous and nauseous, and as the black gas increases, this feeling becomes stronger. And the strength of the other party seems to be above himself.

The two of them fought, and with the advantage of weapons, they had already cut the hard jade test bench into countless pieces like cutting tofu.

In the stands in the distance, Master Qingjing watched the competition between the two of Zhutianmen too quietly, but sighed slightly in his heart, the position of the head of the righteous path in the world of Zhuantianmen is indeed difficult to shake, just look at the strength of these two young disciples. Although his disciple Ying Xiaomin's strength is also good, his strength is inferior to that of Mian after a long battle.

Master Qingjing glanced at Yang Wentian, the head of the Heavenly Gate on the right hand side who also watched the battle without changing his face, Yang Wentian seemed to be aware of it, and glanced back at Master Qingjing, Master Qingjing smiled slightly, and said: "Master Yang, there are really many capable disciples of your family, looking at these two, you know that they have been cultivated for a long time." Holding the Canglang Divine Sword should be the proud disciple of Senior Sister Liu Chenya Liu of your Meditation Pavilion, but I don't know the other one, which peak of your sect is a proud disciple?"

Yang Wentian smiled slightly, glanced at Luo Xiaosang, who was struggling to withstand the pressure of the Canglang Divine Sword in the field, and said to Master Qingjing: "Don't hide it from Master Tai, he is just a mundane disciple in the kitchen of Chaotian Peak in my sect." ”

Master Qingjing was too surprised, how could she not know what a layman disciple was, but how could a layman disciple have such skills to fight to a tie with the proud disciple in the door? Seeing that Yang Wentian's expression did not seem to be joking, he was waiting to be inquired carefully, but found that the change in the field had risen again.

"Bang" Canglang Divine Sword and the black ruler collided in the air again, and the black ruler still flew out upside down, but it was still like a dog's skin ointment, clinging to it like a shadow.

Song Piaoxue's whole body was shocked, her whole body was tumbling with qi and blood, the nausea made her shocked and angry, the Canglang Divine Sword Huang Mang was instantly sheng, and in the Huang Mang, a figure dressed in white was fluttering, it was actually Song Piaoxue who was holding a sword, and the Canglang was like a human sword, rising to the sky, and becoming one with the blue sky.

The wind rose, the clouds surged, and in the whirring wind, Luo Xiaosang raised his head, and in his blood-red eyes, he saw the cold woman holding the divine sword in mid-air, the peerless face.

The black ruler suddenly had a strong black qi, and the feeling of flesh and blood being connected, Luo Xiaosang once again felt the sound of the wild laughter surging in the bottom of his heart.

There was silence in the field, and everyone held their breath and looked at this competition that was still evenly matched, and they had long forgotten what the bet of losing the battle with three moves and two moves, and no one dared to look at Luo Xiaosang with contempt.

The white-clothed figure fluttering in mid-air, the yellow mangs in his hands gradually turned into a bunch, in the shaking of the ground and the mountains, in the surging wind and clouds, the sound from far and near, from silent to rumbling, hit the Tsing Yi figure in the audience, as if even the hilltop square was split in half.

The black ruler in Luo Xiaosang's hand was Dasheng, and the voice of the wild laughter in his heart seemed to be extremely excited, and his blood-red eyes were not afraid to rise to the sky against the falling yellow mang.

The young man, in mid-air, raised his head to the sky and roared, and his voice moved the four fields. At this moment, he had long forgotten everything and merged with the black ruler.

"Boom!" An earth-shattering loud bang spread all over a radius of ten miles, startling the birds and beasts within ten miles of the natural disaster and screaming and running in all directions. Even the hilltop square seemed to shake violently, and everyone stood firm in the shaking.

This duel is so powerful that it is even more powerful than the battle between Yi Xingyun and Ying Xiaomin. The Taoist competition has become a battle of life and death. Even the referee elder was dumbfounded, forgetting the rules of the competition and his own responsibilities, so he didn't have time to stop it.

Huang Mang flew upside down and landed in the hands of the white-clothed figure who appeared in the sky. Song Piaoxue's mouth was sweet, but the corners of her mouth were overflowing with blood for the first time.

"Senior sister!" the female disciples of the Contemplation Pavilion in the audience shouted worriedly, they really couldn't believe that the senior sister with high skills and divine weapons in her hands would be injured in the competition.

In the mountain behind Zhuan Tian Peak, in the Meditation Pavilion, Liu Chenya, the pavilion master in palace clothes, suddenly got up and stared closely at Song Piaoxue's figure in the Xuan Lens.

Also in mid-air, Luo Xiaosang's seven orifices were bleeding, his green clothes were torn, only the whirring wind was left in his ears, and the world in his eyes had already turned blood red. The voice of the heart's laughter extinguished the world's killing intent, and it became more and more prosperous.

The pain was no longer felt, and the more intense the exhalation, the whole body trembled. In an instant, Luo Xiaosang thought of death, if he died, then he followed his master and was no longer alone. Anyway, there is no compassion of gods and Buddhas in this world, and some of them are full of sorrow.

With a chill on his face, Luo Xiaosang raised his hand to wipe away the blood dripping from his forehead, and the rain or tears.

Among the crowd in the audience, almost everyone's eyes stayed on Song Piaoxue, but they had a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at Luo Xiaosang tightly in the crowd, and kept scolding "fool" in their hearts. This person was Lan Ling'er, who was disguised as a disciple of another sect.

It turned out that the negative qi and Luo Xiaosang broke off friendship that day, but for some reason he couldn't give up in his heart, and he had already gone away, thinking that this fool would definitely cover his head even if he knew that he was invincible, so he caught a righteous disciple and disguised himself to watch from the audience.

Seeing Luo Xiaosang's face from a distance, as if he had the intention of death, Lan Ling'er was startled, and was about to make a move, when she suddenly felt that her arm was tightened, as if she was grabbed by someone with one hand, and pulled out.

Lan Ling'er was shocked, although she was unsettled, but this person was able to catch herself without realizing it, it was unusual, and she was about to resist, but she heard a familiar voice in her ear, "Don't make noise, follow me." Before he could make any more moves, he was pulled out of the crowd by the man.

Song Piaoxue was in the air, her whole body was in pain, her whole body seemed to be bursting out, she was disgusting and nauseating, and her black qi was really hateful. Song Piaoxue's beautiful eyes stared closely at the embarrassed figure opposite, but in an instant, it was eternal.

That cold and peerless face, her expression became more and more firm, she can't retreat, she can't be defeated, Master has a deep meaning, it must be completed. In the whirring wind, the placket of her clothes rattled, and this beautiful woman moved.

The wind was fierce, but it seemed to be quiet, just to see the immortal face.

Heaven and earth, but also stayed, just for her beautiful figure.

Time stopped at this moment.

Song Piaoxue slowly raised her right hand and pulled out the Canglang Divine Sword in front of her. For the first time, the legendary Canglang Sword was unsheathed for the first time since it appeared.