Looking at the swordsmanship he displayed, Guan Rong beside him said: "It seems that he is going to use his full strength in Yuling Swordsmanship." In the sound of Guan Rong's words, the sword in He Qiu's hand suddenly danced.
Get up. Following his movements, seven sword lights of different colors rose into the sky from the sword body one after another, then surrounded his head and rotated slowly.
When the seven swords gathered together, He Qiu's expression became serious and he said in a deep voice: "Seven spirits gather, the sword's heart reaches the sky!" After saying this, the seven swords instantly condensed into one, forming a hundred-meter-long sword.
Seven-color sword light. "Destroy!" In He Qiu's soft voice, the seven-color sword light suddenly fell through the air and bombarded the middle-aged man opposite.
Facing that fierce and violent momentum, the middle-aged man's complexion finally changed. At that moment, he saw the two light swords in his hands clasped together, and he softly recited the incantation. After reciting, he suddenly opened his mouth.
He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood. When the blood splashed on the two light swords, a dazzling blood-red light suddenly surged out from the sword body, instantly covering his body. Immediately afterwards, he saw that
The blood-red light suddenly exploded, and thousands of blood-red sword energy soared into the sky from the blood light, directly facing the seven-color sword light. When the two touched, there was only a loud bang.
The strong shock wave directly knocked He Qiu away. Seeing this, Leng Xuan and Guan Rong couldn't help but change their expressions, and then they all spread out, ready to catch He Qiu's body. However, the two of them still
Before they could move, they saw He Qiu suddenly turning around and controlling his retreating figure. Seeing that He Qiu was safe and sound, Leng Xuan and the others heaved a sigh of relief. Immediately, their eyes turned and locked on the person opposite.
On a middle-aged man.
At this moment, I saw the middle-aged man standing upright in the air, holding a light sword in each hand, and did not move for a long time. However, at this moment, a stream of blood suddenly overflowed from his mouth, and he could not stop it.
Stop. Then, I saw his hands loosen, and his body and the two light swords fell downwards at the same time. However, Lu Yuanchong's quick eyesight and quick hands caught the middle-aged man's body before he fell. Watching
The middle-aged man, who was pale and unconscious, Lu Yuanchong slowly raised his head and said in a deep voice: "The swordsmanship of Yuling is indeed extraordinary. We lost this battle." As he said that, he put the middle-aged man in the middle.
The young man handed it into the hands of his companion, then swung his sleeves and robe, flew forward a few meters, and said: "The next battle is up to me." Hearing this, Leng Xuan didn't pay much attention, but turned his head.
He asked He Qiu who came back: "Uncle He, are you okay?" He Qiu shook his head and said: "It's okay, I just suffered a minor injury." After a pause, he said in a worried tone: "Leng Xuan, you are really
Do you want to fight him?"
Leng Xuan nodded and said: "At this point, there is no other way." Guan Rong sighed softly and said: "Leng Xuan, He Qiu and I do not recommend you to do this. The terror of the powerful in the Mahayana stage
, I believe you have experienced it with Qiu Qianzhang and Ruan Gu. Although you are young and have extraordinary cultivation, you are still far behind if you want to fight against a strong person in the Mahayana stage." He Qiu nodded and said: "
Mr. Guan is right. Although the opportunity to enter Tianmen to practice is very precious, there is no need to sacrifice your life. I know that old guy Lu Yuanchong. Although he is also a righteous man, his methods are very cruel. Anyone who follows
The cultivators he fought against were either dead or injured, and none of them ended well. Therefore, Mr. Guan and I agreed to give up this fight."