The blue fairy sword in Du Chun's hand seems to be shorter than the three-foot-long swords of most disciples of Cangyun Sect. What is even more surprising is that the sword is not straight, but curved.
The curved shape resembles a surging and crawling snake.
No! To be precise, it’s more like waves and water patterns.
After repelling Yun Qiyou with one sword, he said loudly: "Junior sister Yun, I know that you are very powerful in Taoism, but if you don't draw your sword, it won't be that easy to defeat me!"
Yun Qiyou, who was hanging in mid-air, quietly stared at the curved fairy sword with almost dazzling blue light in Du Chun's hand, seeming to be thinking about something.
At this moment, the audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yun Qiyou's somewhat pale cheek. It seemed that everyone was waiting for an answer, the answer they had wanted since the first competition.
Will Yun Qiyou really pull out the arrogant Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Zhan Chen in this battle?
There was no talking, not even breathing.
"Blue Spirit Fairy Sword!"
In this silence, the woman in white hanging in the air made a crisp sound like ice cutting through snow.
"If you want me to pull out Zhan Chen, it depends on Senior Sister Du's strength!"
Her clear and compelling voice spread out word by word, echoing on the top of Samsara Peak for a long time.
There was an uproar in the audience, and the noise instantly broke the strange silence just now. Everyone looked at the cold woman in white above the ring in disbelief.
In the competition for the top five, she was still unwilling to draw her sword!
Outside the crowd, the female disciples in Yuanshui Xiaozhu all had worried expressions on their faces, obviously feeling uneasy and worried about junior sister Yun Qiyou's trust and confidence.
Being able to break into the top ten is no longer just the luck of the draw, but everyone's personal cultivation should not be underestimated. Facing Du Chun, who has been practicing Taoism for decades, Yun Qiyou is still unwilling to draw his sword. Indeed,
It's a shocking surprise.
Du Chun, who was on the stage, saw that Yun Qiyou was still unwilling to draw his sword when facing her, and her expression condensed slightly. Of course, she would not simply think that Yun Qiyou was just asking for help. Yun Qiyou had such strength.
She whistled softly without saying a word, and the blue spirit sword in her hand surged like a violent ocean wave. Countless qi swords suddenly took shape, and their speed of condensation was even faster than that of Ye Xiaochuan.
A moment later, countless blue air swords made whizzing noises and rushed towards Yun Qiyou in mid-air.
There was no change in Yun Qiyou's expression, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking in her heart at the moment. Her bright eyes instantly reflected the dense blue air swords flying toward the galloping horse. There were as many as thousands of them here.
The blue air sword rushed in front of her less than a foot away, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
The next moment, everyone saw a dazzling white light rushing against the sky, and the white figure wrapped in the white light almost merged with the white light.
Boom...
When the blue air sword activated by Du Chun hit the dazzling white light, a surprising scene happened. The white light curtain was like a hard transparent wall. Once the blue air sword hit,
If it hits a white light wall, it cannot be pierced at all, let alone penetrate this white light wall.
Nearly all the blue air swords shattered into pieces the moment they came into contact with the white light, and then transformed into Sumeru spiritual power again, disappearing between the sky, the earth, and the sky.
After the white wall of light withstood three waves of blue air sword attacks, Yun Qiyou fiercely counterattacked. Her graceful body rushed out of the white wall of light in an instant, turning into a white lightning and galloping away.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw only the white glory and the blue sword light echoing above the arena, and they could hardly see the two beautiful fairies on the arena.
Boom...
Boom...
A loud noise shook the world for a while, as if the entire huge and majestic Samsara Peak was trembling deeply due to the battle between these two young and beautiful fairies.
Among the crowd, only the disciples who have reached the realm of Yuanshen can barely see clearly in the white light and blue light. The two women are having a fierce confrontation. Two slim figures are coming and going, rushing towards each other. The figures are almost
It all passed by in a flash.
In the audience, Ye Xiaochuan swallowed his saliva and slowly closed his slightly open mouth.
He murmured: "My dear, besides Li Wendao, when did Zhengyang Peak have another Du Chun!"
At this moment, Baili Yuan, who was standing next to him, looked serious for some reason. The Cangyun Sect began to decline a thousand years ago, and its status was gradually replaced by Xuantian Sect, another sect of the righteous way.
In Baili Yuan's heart, Cangyun Sect is already an old sect. If her master hadn't urgently called her to come to Cangyun to watch the battle this time, she would never have come.
Unexpectedly, after arriving at Samsara Peak, she discovered that among the young disciples of the Cangyun Sect, there were many outstanding young masters. Among them, Gu Jianchi, Yun Qiyou and others, even she was not sure of winning.
At this moment, seeing the unknown Du Chun fighting fiercely with Yun Qiyou on the stage, she finally understood what her mentor Liubo Fairy had said.
The Cangyun Sect's 4,000-year-old ancient sect has stood firm in the world for thousands of years without falling. Its profound heritage and powerful sword techniques are beyond the imagination of a young disciple like her who just debuted.
She bit her lower lip gently, and inadvertently held the dragon tooth dagger stuck at her waist with her palm.
She was thinking, if she met either of the two women on the stage at the Duantian Cliff Arena, how sure would she be of winning?
Against Du Chun, she might have a 70% score, but what if she faced Yun Qiyou?
She has always had a higher eye than the top, but she had to admit that maybe she had been looking at the sky from a well in the past. At first, she thought that Yun Qiyou had passed four rounds in a row, and a large part of the reason was that the Zhanchen spiritual power in her hand was too strong, crushing her opponent.
At this moment, she had to admit that Yun Qiyou had probably cultivated the Yin Yang, Qian Kun Dao to the seventh level of the peak state of out-of-body experience.
"Eleven years, she has only been in Cangyun Sect for eleven years!"
These were the words that sounded in Bailiyuan's mind at this moment.
And this sentence, at this moment, lingered in the ears of many disciples and elders watching the battle,
Could it be that this strange woman was really born to practice Taoism? It only took a mere eleven years for her to reach a state of cultivation that would take ordinary disciples decades or hundreds of years. It’s really terrifying.
Extremely.
The wind became fiercer as the fighting became more intense, almost making it hard for people to open their eyes. And during this fight between two fairies, who would care about the high-altitude wind around them?
The ruthless time seems to have slowed down at this moment. It seems that the gods in the sky are silently watching the battle between the two women in this corner of the world. They do not want to miss any detail and deliberately slow down.