As soon as the words hit the ground, murderous intent arose.

Ying Feiyang suddenly felt his heart throb, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheek.

"Dong, dong, dong..." Qingyi Taoist walked towards him slowly, his steps were gentle, but the sound of his footsteps sounded like thunder to his ears, as if every step stepped heavily on his heart, and he was trampled.

Difficulty breathing, turbulent blood, and discouragement before fighting.

At this time, when he looked at Taoist Qingyi, what he saw was an illusory scene. The arena, the crowd, the buildings, and even the entire Tongtian Peak had disappeared. There was only solemn darkness and empty dazzle between the sky and the earth.

The two colors of white are separated by a long straight line that stretches as far as the eye can see and stretches thousands of miles.

The two colors of black and white are distinct and competing against each other. It seems that they have been in opposition since ancient times. But now, this balance of power is being broken.

Taoist Qingyi faced the light and turned his back to the darkness, standing on the dividing line between black and white. With every step he took, the dividing line moved forward one minute, leading the endless darkness to swallow up the light.

This is murderous intent, murderous intent as dark as night!

Ying Feiyang suddenly woke up. When he confronted Mr. Peacock in the past, he had felt the murderous intention of this great demon. Even now, when he dreams about it, he still feels his heart palpitating and trembling. The clear land in front of him can be condensed with murderous intent, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the real.

The illusion, only based on murderous aura, is still above Gong Ziling.

"He, he really... wants to kill me!" Just now they were joking and fighting, but in an instant it was a life and death battle. Ying Feiyang felt like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake. His whole body was stiff and unable to move.

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The self-confidence gained by showing off cleverness, good words, luck and small tricks shrank sharply in the face of the absolute murderous intention, as if the wind was gone, and the whole body could not stop trembling.

Qingyi kept moving forward step by step, and the slender figure was reflected in Ying Feiyang's eyes. Ying Feiyang's pupils expanded rapidly due to fear, and his eyes seemed unfocused and he was about to faint at any moment.

In the silence, the sound of Qingyi's footsteps became louder. At this moment, a sentence appeared in Ying Feiyang's mind without any warning.

"You are not yet sufficiently cultivated to use this technique. When you make some progress, you will naturally think of it again when encountering a life-or-death situation."

Somewhere in the dark, it was as if someone was whispering in his ear, using a magical voice to teach him earnestly. Even with just one word, his fear just now dissipated.

There was a surge in my mind, and the undercurrent hidden in the deepest part of the sea of ​​​​memory suddenly became restless and turned into a whirlpool, soaring up and out of the sea. Then the whirlpool broke and turned into thousands of sword lights. It was so magnificent!

"Sudden changes in people's hearts are like changes in the wind and clouds. No matter how amazing your cultivation and peerless skills are, you will never be able to defeat this rapid change. This move is called -" Ying Feiyang's scattered eyes suddenly condensed into two points of deep blackness, and a brilliant light bloomed in between.

, thousands of sword lights condensed into one place, and there seemed to be a storm disturbing the scene, and all the solemn atmosphere was blown away.

The feeling of oppression dissipated, Ying Feiyang's stiff body returned to control, and at the same time Pei Ran struck out with a sword!

"——I don't know how things will change in an instant!"

A sword is like the wind, which is impermanent and the clouds are uncertain, brewing endless changes in one move. Silent black and empty white have changed due to the stirring wind and clouds. Black is reincarnated from silence, white is born from nothing, and it should fly in the eyes.

The black and white sword world disintegrated like broken porcelain.

Taoist Qingyi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, then he raised his brows and revealed a knowing smile. In an instant, the overwhelming murderous aura disappeared like snow and ice.

Taoist Qingyi stopped advancing and turned around to avoid the sword.

The sword light flashed out, the figures were scattered, and the two people on the stage had already stood still. "Hi!" There was a crack of silk, and there was a crack as long as a finger on the sleeve of Qingyi Taoist's robe.

"Ten moves!" Everyone in the audience shouted as if they were waking up from a dream. Not only did they not lose within ten moves, they even had the upper hand in the last move. "He won, he won!" The disciples were shocked again.

It's strange, so I cheer for Ying Feiyang.

Unlike the cheering crowd in the audience, Ying Feiyang stood blankly in the ring, his shock had just subsided, cold sweat seemed to have only dared to flow out at this time, but it soaked the clothes behind him in an instant.

He turned his head and looked at Qingyi blankly, with a questioning look in his eyes.

But Qingyi just smiled and said: "You win, you can keep that trash if you want." After that, he was about to leave.

"Wait!" Ying Feiyang suddenly shouted, "What did that mean just now?" There were many variables in the last move. Ying Feiyang suddenly understood a subtle move, but Qing Yi restrained his murderous intent and stopped fighting in advance, otherwise he would rely on his newly realized move.

, whether he can survive under the Qingyi sword is still uncertain.

"What the hell?" Qingyi replied impatiently without looking back.

"What does it count? You lose."

"If you lose to a junior disciple, no wonder you will be kicked out of the sect to guard the Taoist temple."

"How capable do I think I am? It turns out I'm just showing off."

After the solemn murderous intent dissipated, the disciples in the audience breathed a sigh of relief. As if to cover up the guilt and cowardice under the murderous intent just now, they all laughed at Qingyi for showing his courage.

Every sentence of ridicule was extremely harsh in Ying Feiyang's ears, as if the person being laughed at was himself.

Using scheming words, strange tactics, and all kinds of tricks, Ying Feiyang still managed to inexplicably win by relying on his opponent's will. Ying Feiyang suddenly felt a wave of unwillingness in his heart, as if he was on fire.

Seeing Qingyi about to step off the ring, Ying Feiyang shouted out of nowhere, "Master, wait a minute!"

Ying Feiyang called out to Taoist Qingyi and gritted his teeth and said, "The move just now is not counted. I ask my uncle to compete again. I will not run away, show off my words, or play tricks with my scheming. Please take another strike from my uncle!"

As Ying Feiyang spoke, the terrifying murderous aura just now filled his heart like a black cloud. At the end of his words, his last words could not stop trembling.

Qingyi turned around and looked at Ying Feiyang coldly. Ying Feiyang's whole body was agitated and he instinctively wanted to step back, but his feet were rooted to the ring and he stood still, unmoving.

"Doesn't it count? If you lose, I will definitely kill that loser Mingye to vent my anger. Do you dare to comply?"

Ying Feiyang felt a chill in his heart, and the unknown fire in his heart was extinguished by the cold water.

"Hehehehe..." Before Ying Feiyang could respond, Qingyi burst out with a strange smile and said: "You are unwilling to win, but I am convinced of defeat. How can it be up to you to decide whether to fight or not to fight!"

After saying that, he stood up from the ground and turned into a sword light and flew away. Wherever he passed, there was a gust of wind. The disciple who was still laughing at him with his mouth open just now was blown away by the wind that filled his mouth.

Unstable.

"If he really wanted to kill someone just now, I didn't even have a chance to stop him." The weak Shang Ying closed his beautiful eyes.

"Hahaha, we haven't seen each other for a few years. Lao Qi's ability to kill with the sword has reached this point. Just talking about swordsmanship, I'm afraid only the leader and Gu Lao Wu can defeat him." On the high platform, Xie Lingyan's father Xie Kangle struck.

Case praised loudly.

"I haven't used the sword for a long time. I should be inferior to him. There is only one person in this mountain who can defeat him." Head Qingyue responded coldly.

At the foot of the mountain, in Qiyun Town, a poor Taoist stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands. His eyes were clear as he entered the water, without the turbidity of the past. He looked up at the sword light that cut through the sky and said: "Two years, only two years left."

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When the figure of Qingyi Taoist appeared as an indistinguishable black dot in the distant sky, Ying Yang suddenly felt his feet weak and sat down on the ring...
Chapter completed!