The Baihua Valley is filled with silvery light, like stardust falling from the sky, and the sky is clear and bright.
The dazzling sword turned into thousands of silver rays and enveloped the small flower valley, as if a full moon had fallen from the mortal world and fell into this inconspicuous flower valley.
In an instant, Feng Jueyu lost his vision. His field of vision was completely occupied by silver light, and he could not see anything except silver light at all.
But he had clearly seen Wu Qingqiu's action of drawing out the sword before. He had no intention to pass the sword, no ruthlessness, no desires, no thoughts and no demands. This cold-bloodedness, this ruthlessness, were all transformed into a kind of chill that looked like murderous intent.
Feng Jueyu was constantly flowing towards the silver divine light.
"Damn, are you serious?"
Seeing Wu Qingqiu take action, he went straight to the point and showed no sign of holding back. Veins popped up on Feng Jueyu's forehead, showing great dissatisfaction.
How can we say that in the prehistoric times, we shared hardships, lived and died together, but how come we no longer recognize each other in the blink of an eye?
A woman’s heart is really unpredictable
In desperation, Feng Jueyu could only concentrate on dealing with it. Although he lost the ability to see, he still had his soul.
Divine consciousness spread out from the body, and in the sea of consciousness in the spiritual world, a beautiful and cold figure slowly emerged. This person was Wu Qingqiu.
At this moment, the silver light spread all over the sky, illuminating the vast land extremely brightly. It was not only bright, but even dazzling. There was a feeling of miracles everywhere in the sky and on the earth.
In the silver glow, a beautiful figure came to kill with a sword. Her speed was incredibly fast, and the surroundings were full of afterimages that were the same as the beautiful figure.
Wu Qingqiu only drew one sword, but it was like a hundred Wu Qingqiu drew their swords at the same time, surrounding him. And behind Wu Qingqiu, there was a bright moon, as full as a jade plate, and the silver light was even brighter.
"open!"
The sword energy rushed forward, and Feng Jueyu knew that he could not wait any longer. The sky fell in his hand, and the mountain-like epee suddenly grew dozens of times in size, as if a giant mountain was rushing into the sky.
The giant sword was big enough to block all sword shadows, and Feng Jueyu's divine power surged up, roaring and roaring like a furious sea tide or a mighty river.
boom!
The giant sword flew out, like a big mountain blocking all the Wuxin sword shadows. The Wuxin sword shadows were so weak in front of the giant mountain that they collapsed at the first touch. They were unable to withstand the majestic momentum of the heavy sword falling from the sky. All of them were knocked away, including the sword shadows in their hands.
The dance of Qingqiu was also broken into pieces and completely disintegrated.
The power of the sword blocked Wu Qingqiu's Wuxin Sword Pass. This scene made Wu Qingqiu's heart tremble. At this time, she was heartless because of her practice of Wuxin Sword Pass. As long as she took action, she would not care about her past feelings.
She doesn't really want to kill Feng Jueyu, her original rationality is still there, but she will not let herself lose. To win and become strong is her only pursuit at the moment.
With his mind trembling, Wu Qingqiu had to sigh secretly. After hundreds of years apart, he was practicing secretly in the family holy land in the core area. However, the guy who fought for his life in the wilderness to survive in the mountains of swords and seas of fire did not have such good luck.
However, he has cultivated this astonishing magical power that is even better than his own, and his strength is extremely astonishing.
Wu Qingqiu was a little jealous, but also shocked by it. Two different situations, two different lives. He was standing at the top of the sky. He was working hard in the secular world. He had a different start, but he was still not as good as others. Wu Qingqiu had a little bit of both.
I'm jealous of Feng Jueyu's talent.
"Look at the sword!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but increase the force of her sword. As the sword rain swayed, the round bright moon behind her slowly rose. Wu Qingqiu was like Chang'e coming out of the moon palace. A careless long sword, shaking out the stars of the universe.
, countless nebulae fell, causing the power of his sword to increase explosively. The spiritual charm of the divine words was integrated into the sword intention, and the entire void was shaking.
In the sky of the Flower Valley, the bright moon glowed with thousands of rays of energy, transforming into a giant net and falling from the sky. A terrifying and vast sword intent finally stopped the Sky Falling Sword from rising to the sky, and it could no longer rise.
At this time, Feng Jueyu felt boundless pressure. He was shocked. He unexpectedly looked at the graceful figure in the sky that was both beautiful and cold, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"I didn't expect that after so many years of separation, Qingqiu's cultivation level has improved rapidly. It seems that her breakthrough to the first level of Taoism and martial arts happened recently, but her understanding of the divine language is very profound and has gained the essence.
"
In fact, Feng Jueyu was sure of victory when fighting against Wu Qingqiu. However, due to his relationship back then, he felt that he should not be able to repel Wu Qingqiu in two or three moves. Otherwise, the blow to her would be too great, and it might even be more frustrating.
She gets into trouble.
Originally, Wu Xin Jian Guan practiced ruthlessness and desirelessness, and as soon as he started fighting, he disowned her relatives. If he suppressed her and humiliated her again, then it would be okay, why not risk his own life?
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu didn't attack too hastily and left a few percent of his strength. He pointed at the Sky Falling Sword and pretended to be defeated and took the Sky Falling Sword back. However, the Sky Falling Sword came back and was sacrificed immediately.
In order to prevent Wu Qingqiu from seeing that she was giving in to him.
The heavy sword of Qi Mo returned again. Feng Jueyu pointed at the sword body and thrust it out from a distance. The heavy sword flew behind him, escaped into the void space, and then suddenly shot out from the other side, appearing just above the sword rain.
"fall!"
Feng Jueyu shouted softly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he saw the sword falling from the sky like a meteorite, suddenly bursting out with an astonishing momentum.
The sword itself was huge, and after adding magical power, it was enlarged several times, like a huge mountain crushing it down.
"The art of falling sword!"
Wu Qingqiu wrinkled her delicate willow eyebrows and looked up with beautiful eyes. At this time, the pressure of the giant sword poured down from the sky, and the swaying silver sword rain couldn't help but tremble, flying around in the air of the Flower Valley, not listening to Wu Qingqiu at all.
Qingqiu’s command.
Wu Qingqiu felt a deep chill. This chill came from the powerful magical power of the Falling Sword Technique. Feng Jueyu's Great Falling Sword Technique was hailed as the Falling Sword Technique by Hong Tu Da Shi, but Hong Tu Da Shi's secret book was far from
The realm of disorder is profound and mysterious, so it appears to be extremely powerful.
The swaying silver sword rain fell into pieces one after another, unable to withstand the pressure of the Falling Sword Technique. The pouring sword rain continued to collapse and shatter, and the rumbling sound echoed in the flower valley. Thousands of trees collapsed, and strange flowers
All the exotic herbs were turned into powder.
The two masters fought fiercely, and everything in the Valley of Flowers was dying, not even a blade of grass could grow.
boom!
In the end, the giant sword crashed to the ground and was inserted at Feng Jueyu's feet, causing a layer of violent energy ripples. The Sky Falling Sword inserted vertically in front of him divided into countless sword gang sword energies, which were densely packed in front of him.
All the missed unintentional sword shadows had no possibility of sneak attacks, and not a single one of them dissipated during the collision with Jian Gang's sword energy.
After the two moves, Feng Jueyu's face turned red and he was out of breath. By the time Wu Qingqiu's face turned red, her chest rose and fell slightly.
In the two moves just now, although Feng Jueyu did not take the initiative to attack, but went on the defensive to meet her offensive, the pressure brought by the giant sword was indeed there, and the terrifying and profound sword intent brought it.
The oppression that comes from time to time can affect a practitioner's mind at any time. This kind of oppression will increase her divine power exponentially and consume a lot of money.
While panting, Wu Qingqiu did not take action again, but looked at Feng Jueyu coldly while suspended in the air with anger.
Feng Jueyu didn't take any action, standing behind the Sky Falling Sword and looking at Wu Qingqiu calmly, with a very friendly smile on his face.
The handsome man and beautiful woman looked at each other from a distance, making Hua Gu's silence audible. After a while, Wu Qingqiu took out the Wuxin sword sheath and inserted the Wuxin sword back into the scabbard.
"No fight, you win."
Wu Qingqiu snorted unwillingly and retreated from the air with a hint of temper.
"Don't fight, it's a good thing, so you don't waste your energy." Feng Jueyu smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the hilt of the Tianzhui sword, and the Tianzhui sword returned to the Tiandaozhu.
Not far away, Qi Lu, dressed in Tsing Yi, walked over slowly. He was extremely smart and had already seen that Wu Qingqiu and Feng Jueyu were not on the same level in terms of strength. Therefore, he did not mention the duel just now, but he was extremely impressed.
He clasped his fists at Feng Jueyu and praised him very enthusiastically: "Feng Daoist friend's cultivation is really a feast for my eyes. I admire you, I admire you."
"Where, where, she let me" Feng Jueyu laughed happily, willing to put gold on Wu Qingqiu's face.
But after Wu Qingqiu heard this, he scolded her head and shoulders: "Stop flattering me. If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. You don't need to cover me up. I'm leaving."
After Wu Qingqiu, who didn't say much, turned around and flew out of the valley, not giving Feng Jueyu a chance to speak again.
"Hey? Don't leave? Let's have a nice chat after I pass the test," he shouted, but Wu Qingqiu didn't reply to him and just left.
When Qi Lu arrived, he seemed to be willing to make friends with Feng Jueyu and said: "Feng Dao is friendly and skillful, so I won't ask for trouble. Junior sister has taken action. No one will come here again in the five caves. But everyone under the five caves will be here."
Fan Zi, above the five holes is the Holy Son, and the skills of the Holy Son brothers and sisters are far superior to mine, so fellow Feng Daoist should be careful."
"Thanks for the reminder." Feng Jueyu thought Qi Lu was a pretty good person and was willing to talk to him a few more words.
"Haha, you're welcome. When fellow Taoist Feng passes the test and joins this pavilion, I'll ask a few more fellow Taoists for their advice if I have the chance."
"Where, learn from each other, learn from each other."
After saying a few words, Qi Lu also ran away. When he arrived, Feng Jueyu knew that he had passed the test of Fanzi, so he continued to look for him along the road.
But at this moment, several people walked out of the woods outside the Flower Valley. They all had Talisman plates and talismans on their bodies, but their clothes were different. One of them had the scene of the Flower Valley just above floating above his head, which made him feel a lot of emotions.
"Regardless of how profound his understanding of the divine language is, his cultivation alone is already impressive, and he is qualified to become the Holy Son of this pavilion."
The person who spoke was fair-faced and about twenty years old, but he had silver hair, a pale face, and a trace of morbidity.