The majestic and vast fluctuations, like waves, centered on Ying Xiaoxiao, swept away in all directions, and the whole world seemed to be much darker at this moment.
However, as the seals in Ying Xiaoxiao's hands changed, Ying Xiaoxiao's originally rosy complexion began to become a little pale. Obviously, she had just entered the Eight-Yuan Nirvana Realm and wanted to use the temple-suppressing martial arts of Tiandian.
, it’s still a bit difficult.
Just when Ying Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth and persisted, the violent Yuan Power between heaven and earth quickly condensed behind Ying Xiaoxiao. As the Yuan Power surged, a white giant sword tens of feet long also condensed behind Ying Xiaoxiao.
Forming.
As soon as the giant sword appeared, the surrounding space began to feel a sense of distortion. The huge power on the giant sword also formed a hurricane, and Ling Qingzhu's white clothes also made a hunting sound.
That beautiful long hair is also flying behind her.
"This is the Great Sky Moyun Sword of our Heavenly Palace. My sister actually used it. It seems that my sister will definitely win this competition!"
Ying Huanhuan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, looked at the white giant sword that was made of white clouds. She also had a look of joy on her face, but there was still a touch of heartache deep in her eyes.
However, unlike Ying Huanhuan's excitement, Ying Xuanzi saw something more from it. Ling Qingzhu looked at Ying Xiaoxiao's Big Sky Moyun Sword, always looking like he was sure of victory.
Moreover, Ying Xuanzi could feel that her sword also contained a powerful force. Although it did not exceed the scope of the Eight-Yuan Nirvana Realm, it was much stronger than Ying Xiaoxiao's Datian Moyun Sword.
"Palace Master Suxin is so lucky to have such a good disciple. I'm afraid that in this super sect competition, Jiutian Taiqing Palace will become famous again!"
However, facing Ying Xuanzi's compliment, Su Xin didn't have much joy on her face. Instead, she looked at the peerless beauty in white with a complicated expression and sighed lightly!
Perhaps, the word "love" is the destined disaster for the heirs of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. She is like this, her master is like this, and now, her two disciples are like this!
"Crazy boy, crazy boy!"
Su Xin sighed and shook her head. At this point in the competition, the result was meaningless to her.
Letting her long hair fly behind her back, Ling Qingzhu looked calmly at the huge cloud sword behind Ying Xiaoxiao, and lightly opened her red lips.
"The Emperor's Sutra of the Heavenly Palace? What a pity, it's not the Great Desolation Sutra of your Dao Sect's Huangdian!"
Ling Qingzhu slowly raised the long sword in her hand, and as the long sword was lifted, a breath that made Ying Xiaoxiao feel palpitated gradually emanated from the long sword.
When this aura swept the whole place, Ling Qingzhu's figure also rose into the air, her clothes were elegant, like a nine-day fairy, looking down at Ying Xiaoxiao.
"Tai Qing Sword Jue, the sword falls to the nine heavens!"
After Ling Qingzhu gave a soft drink, she saw the long sword raised high fall down instantly, and then a huge sword appeared out of thin air, like a fairy sword falling from the nine heavens, and came to Ying Xiaoxiao in the blink of an eye.
Ying Xiaoxiao didn't show any weakness when she saw this. She admitted that Ling Qingzhu was stronger than her, but that was because Ling Qingzhu's cultivation level was higher than hers, but now Ling Qingzhu is also in the Eight Yuan Nirvana Realm
Compared with her in terms of strength, Ying Xiaoxiao is unwilling to lose no matter what. Who is not the proud daughter of heaven?
"The Emperor's Sutra, the Great Sky Moyun Sword!"
As if sensing the aura of not giving up in Ying Xiaoxiao's heart, a powerful force surged out from nowhere. The next moment, the huge cloud sword behind Ying Xiaoxiao expanded violently, and then became infected with the self-defeating force.
The fairy swords falling from the sky collided together.
"boom!"
An extremely powerful wave of energy came from the two giant swords, but before they could spread, they quietly disappeared. It was Su Xin and Ying Xuanzi who took action.
After all, this is not a public competition in the first place. If this energy is allowed to explode, this competition will naturally not be concealed, especially the performance of the two women just now was beyond the expectations of both parties. Therefore, no matter it is
Su Xin or Ying Xuanzi both chose to cover it up, obviously intending to use the two women as their trump card a year later.
Ying Huanhuan, on the other hand, stared intently at the two giant swords that were wrestling with each other. Looking at the faintly weak Yunjian, Ying Huanhuan's palms became sweaty.
"Sister, come on!"
Ying Xiaoxiao in the field struggled to resist the Nine Heavens Fairy Sword. In her clear eyes, the white-clothed figure who looked like a Nine Heavens Fairy was also reflected. Feeling the constant pressure of the Fairy Sword, a will to refuse to admit defeat also emerged from
Ying Xiaoxiao rose in her heart.
Unlike the little princess of the Dao Sect who was lively and out-of-the-box, Ying Huanhuan, Ying Xiaoxiao has been sensible and hard-working since she was a child. She also knows that her father Ying Xuanzi is not easy. Countless lives of a sect have fallen on his shoulders.
A hundred years ago, didn't Ying Xuanzi want to save Zhou Tong? He thought, he wanted to save Zhou Tong more than anyone else, but he couldn't save him, because at that time, if he moved, the Dao Sect would be destroyed, and Zhou Tong, who lived alone,
How can you live alone?
Even though Ying Xuanzi said countless times that Ying Xiaoxiao should not be under so much pressure, Ying Xiaoxiao still chose to take the initiative to resist the burden of Daozong. Therefore, she cannot lose in this competition, absolutely not!
As this will rises from the bottom of Ying Xiaoxiao's heart, a very faint shadow holding a long sword slowly condenses behind Ying Xiaoxiao, and then the cloud sword is seen, which has the feeling of counter-pressing the fairy sword.
Posture!
Seeing the phantom that suddenly appeared behind Ying Xiaoxiao, Ling Qingzhu's eyes narrowed, and then she snorted softly, and a powerful force flew out of Ling Qingzhu's body, and also rushed towards the fairy sword in mid-air.
, thus allowing Yunjian's counter-pressure to slow down.
When the two giant swords reached a stalemate, Ying Xiaoxiao's face gradually began to turn pale, and waves of weakness began to flood her mind. Obviously, due to the consumption competition, Ying Xiaoxiao, who was only in the Eight-Yuan Nirvana Realm, suffered the loss.
Seeing that Ying Xiaoxiao was about to lose her support, Ying Xuanzi took action in time, and a soft force separated the two women. Ying Huanhuan on the side saw this and immediately stepped forward to support the weak Ying Xiaoxiao.
After Ling Qingzhu put the Su Qing Sword into its scabbard, she looked seriously at Ying Xiaoxiao who was being supported by Ying Huanhuan, and spoke softly.
"Next time, I will beat you!"
Ying Xiaoxiao smiled softly on her pale and pretty face, and then responded nonchalantly.
"I really want to see that powerful opponent who can make you feel defeated!"
When Ling Qingzhu heard this, her delicate body that was turning around paused for a moment, then continued to turn around as if nothing had happened and walked towards Su Xin.
Su Xin, who was in the distance, also congratulated Ying Xuanzi in a polite way.
"Ying Xuanzi, you have given birth to a good daughter!"