The swarthy elder's face changed when he saw a divine sword emitting dazzling white light coming towards him.
The Zhanchen Divine Sword struck the elder's mourning stick magic weapon with a sharp blow.
boom!
The white light collided with the gray light, and the magic weapon of the mourning stick was cut into two pieces. The remaining light of the Zhanchen Sword was even more powerful. Thanks to the elder's good deeds, he reacted very quickly, twisted his body, and dodged at the critical moment.
Zhan Chen's remaining light. The swarthy elder's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes revealed
A look of fear.
That's what cultivation is all about. You don't have an advantage if you practice for a long time. Some people practice hard for two to three hundred years and cannot reach the state of spiritual silence before they die. However, some people can break through the barrier of life and death after practicing for more than ten years.
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The elder looks middle-aged, but his real age is at least two hundred years old. He has been practicing for more than a hundred years longer than Yun Qiyou, but their cultivation levels on the path of cultivation are almost the same.
In the journey of cultivating Taoism, hard work only accounts for three-tenths, talent and qualifications account for five-tenths, and opportunities and fate account for two-tenths.
It can be seen that for a cultivator, talent and qualifications are the most important thing.
The bloodline of the magic weapon and the cultivator are closely connected. According to theory, if the magic weapon is beheaded, the master's energy and blood will definitely be agitated. Even if he does not vomit three liters of blood, his body will be severely damaged.
However, the elder did not seem to be hurt except that his face was a little pale.
Yun Qiyou is the bloodline of the Evil God and Fairy Xuanshuang. With such an excellent father and mother, even if the genes mutate, they will not be too bad.
Yun Qiyou hung in mid-air, staring at the dark-skinned elder three feet away in front of him, and said coldly: "Use your true magic weapon." No wonder the mourning stick magic weapon in the hand of the dark-skinned elder was instantly cut into two pieces by Zhan Chen. It turned out that
He is not the real owner of the mourning stick magic weapon. This person must be disguised as a master of the Thousand Faces Sect. The mourning stick magic weapon is not his native magic weapon.
It is a treasure, so after the magic weapon of the mourning stick was cut off, he did not suffer the trauma that he should have. The elder Sunny slowly took out two scimitars from the storage bag at his waist, similar to the willows passed to Tian Wen by the crazy woman.
The leaves are double-edged. The double-edged swords are very thin and have semi-circular blades. They are similar to the sabers used by nomads outside the Great Wall, but are twice as long as the sabers.
Not only that, the blade of the sword was jet black with a dark luster, which made it look like it was not a righteous magic weapon.
In the melee, Ning Xiangruo was already fighting with an elder corpse exorcist. After she was able to handle it with ease, she was worried about Yun Qiyou. She turned around and saw the middle-aged man in front of Yun Qiyou holding a hand that exuded...
The twin swords of black light.
She shouted: "Double Blades of Black Gold? Junior sister, be careful, this person is most likely the former remnant of the Thousand Faces Sect, squad leader Ping!"
Magic weapons, especially famous magic weapons with high spiritual power, can prove the identity of the owner.
For example, with Zhan Chen Divine Sword, even if some people have never seen Yun Qiyou, as long as they recognize Zhan Chen Divine Sword, they can recognize Yun Qiyou through Zhan Chen.
This black-gold double blade was originally the magic weapon that made Ban Zhangping, a master of the Thousand Faces Sect, famous in the past. Yun Qiyou started late and rarely interfered with Jianghu affairs. Unexpectedly, Ning Xiangruo started very early, and her knowledge and experience were superior to Yun Qiyou's.
Ning Xiangruo recognized the pair of black gold double blades at a glance and immediately reminded Yun Qiyou.
Yun Qiyou stared coldly at the swarthy man in front of him, and said calmly: "So you are also a remnant of the Thousand Faces Sect. You should die!"
The white sword light seemed to tear apart space, and seemed to break time. It arrived in front of the swarthy elder almost instantly. The swarthy elder crossed his swords in front of him and slashed. The sword light hit the two swords, and there was a loud roar.
In the middle, the swarthy man first retreated a few feet, then gave out a gloomy sneer, stepped forward with two swords in hand, and performed a move similar to a whirlwind.
With the sword technique of sweeping fallen leaves, the two swords intertwined and whirled, and the black air sword light formed an indestructible sword circle, pushing and sweeping towards Yun Qiyou. With the two swords in hand, Elder Zhenhei's combat power suddenly increased greatly, and he was far away.
Far from the weak state he was in when he was holding the mourning stick magic weapon just now, it seems that these endless double blades are the magic weapon he has practiced for many years, and the only magic weapon connected with his blood.
, in order to maximize his combat power.
If Ye Xiaochuan was facing the double-edged tornado of the Dark Elder at this moment, there would naturally be a way to break it. He could break the opponent's attack with a quick sword, or he could directly use the Sword-Breaking Style among the Nine Heaven-Slaying Styles to easily resolve it.
However, Yun Qiyou does not have a strong advantage in close combat. Neither Xuan Shuang nor Zhan Chen are powerful swords in close combat.
Faced with the violent attack from the dark elder, Yun Qiyou was forced to retreat continuously.
The opponent's two swords slashed alternately, and Yun Qiyou's single sword could not make a sound. After being forced back dozens of feet, Yun Qiyou snorted coldly, activated the sword technique with her left hand, and saw a strange light instantly hanging from her waist.
The white strange light shot out from the Qiankun bag that was hanging, and it shot directly towards the person who was showing off his divine power.
The swarthy elder.
Elder Zhenhei slashed with both swords on the strange white light. There was a loud roar, and the strange white light was shocked and flew up to nine heavens.
Immediately, there was a clear and crisp sword cry that was like a dragon's roar.
Yun Qiyou suddenly jumped up, grabbed the strange light with his left hand and held it with his backhand. It turned out to be a sword!
A cold white strange light emitted from the sword god, which was dazzling and blinding. With the appearance of this white sword, the surrounding air suddenly dropped to the freezing point.
It is none other than the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, Xuan Shuang!
Yun Qiyou held a sword in each hand and immediately mobilized the anti-Liangyi sword formation to counterattack Elder Zhenhei.
The two swords faced each other, and the black sword light was quickly enveloped by the white sword light, gradually suppressing the sword light.
Above the nine heavens, outside the battlefield, Hua Wuyou's eyes flickered as he stared at the beautiful woman in white.
"Xuanshuang Divine Sword..."
He glanced slightly sideways, glanced at the mute girl with tears streaming down her face, and said, "Miss Xiaolou, the fairy in white holding two swords must be Yun Qiyou."
The mute girl did not speak. At this moment, there was endless fighting in the world. After several battles, there have been many casualties. She is a kind person and feels that the reason why these people died is because of her own process. Seeing that the mute girl did not answer,
Hua Wuyou didn't ask any more questions. Although Yun Qiyou's appearance had changed a lot compared to when he was in the heaven, he still had a shadow of Fairy Xuan Shuang. In addition, the woman had the Xuan Shuang Divine Sword in her hand.
Hua Wuyou is sure that
A woman in white with good cultivation, Yun Yatou, who everyone in the world generally believed would not survive the age of eighteen. He whispered softly to himself: "At least the cultivation in the middle stage of Lingji is not necromancy.
, Girl Yun, how could your Qiqiao Exquisite Heart not have an attack?"