Because of the extreme pain, Zhou Jiyuan's entire face was twitching, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he had to use extreme force to pull out the sword that pierced his chest.
However, no matter how much the price is paid, the harvest will be equally huge. As the sword is pulled out, the originally rusty sword body becomes smooth and shiny, as if it had just been forged.
"Was that sword so long?" someone asked doubtfully.
"It's not that the sword has become longer, but that it has become complete!"
"Woohoo! Reforge the broken sword with your body!"
At the far edge of the battle platform, Fubao was circling around anxiously: "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, that guy's strength is expanding so fast, the master is in danger! Yue Jie, Yue Jie!"
"It's useless to call me, there's nothing I can do!" Yue Jie knew what he was thinking, but looking at the thick formation light curtain, he could only shake his head helplessly: "The battle is already halfway through, there is no way they can let us go up in the middle!"
Although they are all contracted spirit beasts of Liu Qinghuan, it is only natural to follow their master to fight.
Youhu was dissatisfied with Fu Bao wandering around and sneered: "Do you have so little confidence in the master? Just wait and see! He is not even afraid of the devil. He is just an eighth-level Mahayana man, no problem!"
"Yes, I believe Master!" Yue Jie coughed lightly, not trying to expose the little girl's pretense: Although Youhu laughed at Fubao, she was actually not less worried herself. Her little face was tense, and she suddenly
He clenched his fists as the fighting situation changed.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the two people on the stage. Zhou Jiyuan not only broke off the sword in his hand and recast it, but his whole aura increased rapidly. The sword intention turned into a black cloud and surrounded him, like a sword demon in the world, lonely and indifferent.
Majestic and domineering!
The next moment, the man raised his robe and disappeared suddenly.
There was a gasp of surprise from the audience. Liu Qinghuan stood in the magnificent golden sea. The golden light shone so brightly that his whole body was golden, and even his eyes seemed to be dyed golden.
Suddenly, a slender black light appeared in the sky, setting off a huge wave, which was so powerful that it was out of control!
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes and looked up. The scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood was like the curtain of a drama. Thousands of troops and horses were galloping on the wasteland, trampling on the ground with broken gold, and the shouts of killing shook the sky and the sea.
"kill!"
The terrifying aura spread across the sky, and those with a weak mind may have their hearts broken on the spot. Even if they are prepared, they will inevitably be frightened and lose consciousness for a moment.
And at this moment, a sharp light pierced the void and penetrated straight down!
"Qiang!"
The golden flower exploded, revealing a pair of cold black eyes without the whites of the eyes, and the murderous intent in them was like the tip of a sharp knife, ready to come out.
With a sudden shake in his hand, several layers of the golden light lingering around the Xuanyuan Sword were instantly cut off, and the looming mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and phantoms of birds and animals disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Liu Qinghuan's complexion changed slightly, and he took a few steps back in a flash. A huge, bone-chilling sword intent almost scraped across his face and fell behind him.
There was a violent explosion in the air, the space was distorted, and the smoke disappeared.
The two levels of Taoism were unable to withstand the power of this sword, and collapsed like a wall being pushed down.
With a sweet feeling in her throat, Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh at herself: Sure enough, you can't compete with a swordsman. Facts have proved that the swordsman's blow is indeed unparalleled and hard to block!
He felt a little sorry for Xuanyuan Sword, but fortunately it was Xuanyuan Sword. Ordinary spiritual swords would have been cut off under the opponent's sword.
At the same time, Zhou Jiyuan was also secretly shocked: He knew about Daokui's dual cultivation of body and law, and had learned a little bit about it before, but what he didn't expect was that the other party's level of body cultivation was actually higher than he expected!
At that moment, he almost thought he had hit a mountain, and then the mountain fell directly towards him, and the overwhelming force was transmitted along with the intersecting sword blades.
Therefore, he was pushed further than Liu Qinghuan, and he stopped falling after taking more than ten steps. When he raised his hand, he saw that the tiger's mouth had completely collapsed, and even the wrist and arm bones seemed to be cracked.
Zhou Jiyuan's heart sank, and he swallowed a pill. His whole body turned into an afterimage again, and countless sword rays flew in all directions, and all fell again!
The battle stage was once again submerged in the light of swords and shadows, and two figures flew and intertwined. Every time they fought, there was a violent tremor, and the large array of light curtains shook violently.
Liu Qinghuan finally understood the meaning of Taiqing's words before. The opponent was fighting as if he was desperate for his life. His attacks were continuous and each sword was faster than the other. He completely substituted attack for defense. It was so crazy.
The sword light in your eyes makes it difficult to tell where the opponent will come from in the next moment. Every step he takes is surrounded by dangers. The murderous intention rising to the sky is getting stronger and stronger. You can see the blood in the sky when you close your eyes.
The sword of impermanence is unpredictable, ruthless and brutal, leaving no room for escape!
However, fighting would only lead to the situation of being taken away by the opponent, so Liu Qinghuan remained unchanged in response to all changes. Each time he responded, he opened and closed more and more, overwhelming the thousands of troops, knocking them back, and regaining the initiative.
He was still waiting, waiting for Zhou Jiyuan to be more desperate and reveal more flaws.
The more intense the fight was on the stage, the more excited the audience was. The monks who were usually reserved at this time let go and rushed to the stage to shout and shout enthusiastically, shouting that it was wonderful.
"Daokui is not a swordsman, but now it seems that he has practiced swordsmanship for a long time?" Luoyang commented.
Taiqing smiled and said: "Taoist friend Taiwei comes from an authentic Taoist sect, and swordsmanship is a compulsory lesson. However, he acts in a low-key manner, and not many people have actually seen him do it."
Yanyang thought thoughtfully and said, "Which one of them do you think can win?"
Tai Qing said silently: "When it comes to sword skills, Brother Wuchang is naturally better, but his calculation is a bit wrong."
"Miscalculate?"
"Yes! If it were anyone else, his crazy attack might be invincible, and it would also make the opponent's liver and gallbladder tremble, and he would be crushed more and more. But Taoist Taoist Taiwei has a very strong mind, and his magic power is unfathomable. He is completely
I’m not afraid of this style of play.”
"You seem to be very confident in Dao Kui?" Yanyang looked sideways: "No matter how you look at it now, impermanence has the upper hand!"
"But he can't stay in such a crazy state for long." Taiqing understood Zhou Jiyuan better and shook his head:
"When he shows signs of fatigue, it will probably be the end of this duel! I feel that many of Taiwei's trump cards have not been used yet."
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Taiwei laughed, but did not continue talking, but murmured: "...it is best for Taoist friend Taiwei to win. In this way, at least the person named Zhou can save his life..."
Taiwei is not a person who kills indiscriminately. Although this match was agreed to be a fight to the death, the fact that it lasted for so long showed that the opponent had always left room for death and did not make a fatal move.
Moreover, if Dao Kui really dies on the stage, the consequences will be disastrous and the world of immortal cultivation will probably cause an uproar.
Therefore, he had conspired with Lian Zhen from the beginning. If the situation was not right, he should interrupt the competition immediately. There was no need to go to the point of deciding between life and death.
Just as he was thinking about it, Taiqing suddenly noticed that the situation on the stage had changed. Between the lightning and flint, he saw Zhou Jiyuan suddenly lunging forward desperately, his sword blocked by Liu Qinghuan, and a short dagger appeared in his other hand.
, pierced Liu Qinghuan’s chest at a very tricky angle!
"laugh!"
The sword whistling was fast and fast. Zhou Jiyuan showed an evil smile, turned his wrist, and stirred hard——
"Bang!" The next moment, a kick with red gold light hit his waist and abdomen hard, and Zhou Jiyuan flew out, laughing wildly while flipping in the air.
Liu Qinghuan took a few steps back and looked down at the dagger stuck in his chest with only the handle left: If he hadn't dodged just now, this dagger would have pierced his heart!
"Demon energy!"
Holding the handle, he pulled out the dagger and looked at it carefully regardless of the blood spurting out, and his heart sank!
He felt an inexplicably familiar aura, and when he looked at Zhou Jiyuan who had landed on the ground, the other person's eyes faintly showed a hint of purple, and then disappeared quickly.
"Go! Zhen!"
Zhou Jiyuan, who was suspected of being possessed, smiled sinisterly: "My little friend, you're fine!"
He raised his hand and waved it seemingly carelessly, and the light curtain covering the battle stage quickly dimmed and turned into pure black, blocking the outside world's eyes.
"Finally it's just the two of us left!"
Shangqian threw it away casually, and with a "clang" sound, the sword that Zhou Jiyuan cherished was abandoned to the ground.
He twisted his neck, and his face began to change, quickly returning to the true appearance of Demon God Shanglin.
"It's really not easy to catch you! If you hadn't come to attend this conference, I would have found a chance to sneak into Qingming."
He clicked his tongue, took out a dark round bead from his arms, and asked Liu Qinghuan to look at it with great interest.
"Do you know what this is? This is the magic elixir of the Chaos Demon Ancestor. It can block the way of heaven. If you use it on you, it will be a waste of resources!"