Chen Qingyuan and Yan Qianling were facing each other. One was wearing white clothes and the other was wearing a blue robe.
A Yulan sword stirred the sea of clouds thousands of miles around. The sharp sword intent split the void everywhere, forming thousands of white vortexes of different sizes.
For this battle, Yan Qianling would not hold back and directly showed the fluctuation of his own cultivation.
Half step to becoming a god!
In an instant, the onlookers exclaimed and their expressions changed drastically.
"I'm afraid not many of my peers can make it this far."
No wonder Yan Qianling has such self-confidence and does not want to be squeezed out of the top ten.
"Boom"
There was a dull sound, and a dark black ancient mirror appeared in Yan Qianling's hand.
There are strange law ripples flowing on the mirror surface, which seem to be evil eyes, possessing the terrifying power of devouring souls.
The black circular ancient mirror, about two feet in diameter, was stuck to the palm of Yan Qianling's right hand.
"war!"
After Yan Qianling finished speaking, his figure instantly appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan, using the magic of the universe within his body, he shot out with his right palm, and the black ancient mirror bloomed with a powerful black light.
This blow seemed to be able to shatter thousands of mountains, and the surrounding space was directly distorted, suffocating the souls of those watching the battle, and their bodies could not stop shaking.
"break!"
Chen Qingyuan stood on a high place without moving, holding a sword in his hand and making a light move.
The sword light and the black light blooming from the ancient mirror collided for a few breaths, and then the black light was split into two.
"boom"
The chopped black light passed by Chen Qingyuan and fell to both sides. One of them shattered the sky and the other penetrated the ground. The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed with great force.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Qianling attacked again, with a long roar, a riot of spiritual power, and black hair rushing to the crown.
"clang!"
The power of the ancient mirror gushes out like a tide, turning into thousands of strange and unpredictable powers that wrap around Chen Qingyuan from different directions.
Chen Qingyuan did not dare to be careless. He integrated the Qiankun Finger of Daoyi Academy with his own swordsmanship. In a short time, he entered a half-step swordless state. With one sword sweep, he destroyed the power of the ancient mirror that was about to approach his body.
At the same time, Chen Qingyuan struck out with another sword.
Swish——
The flash of sword light appeared in front of Yan Qianling in the blink of an eye.
Yan Qianling's pupils shrank rapidly and he quickly placed the ancient mirror in front of him as a defense.
"Boom"
There was a loud noise, and Yan Qianling fell backwards for several miles, his right arm trembling slightly.
Chen Qingyuan's sword made Yan Qianling feel great pressure, his face became serious, and he did not dare to show any contempt.
"How can someone with only the early stage of Nascent Soul have such sword power?"
The surprise in Yan Qianling's eyes could not be concealed, her heart trembled slightly and her hands tightened.
There were quite a few sword cultivators among the monks who were watching. Just by looking at Chen Qingyuan's sword attack, he could infer something. He just couldn't believe it, and his expression was horrified: "Could it be that Chen Qingyuan has already realized the swordless realm? Then
But this is the realm that we swordsmen have longed for all our lives!"
"What a coincidence!"
Many people don't want to believe it and think they have seen it wrong.
"The fact that he used his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation to fight against the half-step god-turned-Goddess Yan Shengzi is enough to prove that his swordsmanship is far superior to the rest of us."
Under normal circumstances, there is a huge gap in strength between each small realm, like a natural chasm, insurmountable.
You’ll know if you try it.
Yan Qianling stabilized her mentality and took the initiative again.
"Wow——"
Dozens of ghostly figures formed in the sea of clouds. With the naked eye alone, it was impossible to tell where Yan Qianling's real body was.
Chen Qingyuan glanced around several times, his eyes glowed with pale golden light, and he used one of the top pupil skills of Daoyi Academy, which can distinguish the true from the false, eliminate evil spirits, and see through falsehoods.
With one glance, Chen Qingyuan broke through Yan Qianling's illusion and attacked his body with a sword.
"Qiang——"
An understatement of the sword, accompanied by a sword chant.
A sword mark tens of thousands of miles long appeared in the sea of clouds, and the dozens of imaginary figures that Yan Qianling transformed into shattered. His true form raised his right hand above his head, relying on his own spiritual power and the black ancient mirror to resist the shocking attack.
Sword, the whole body is tense, and the pressure increases sharply.
This is an illusion that Yan Qianling has practiced for many years. He originally thought that with the help of the power of the ancient mirror, he could disrupt Chen Qingyuan's sight and find an excellent opportunity to take action.
However, Chen Qingyuan broke through the illusion so easily, which made Yan Qianling somewhat doubtful about life.
"ah......"
The huge sword light exuded terrifying pressure, which made Yan Qianling unable to hold on any longer and howled loudly.
After a stalemate for a long while, Yan Qianling activated the black ancient mirror in the palm of his right hand, causing it to produce a strange devouring force, absorbing all the power of the sword.
Next, the two sides fought about a hundred moves, and the fight was back-and-forth.
According to Yan Qianling's expectation, he originally had an absolute advantage, but unexpectedly the situation turned out to be completely different.
Now that he has fought, Yan Qianling has no way out now and must grit his teeth and fight until the last moment.
At a certain moment, Yan Qianling found a suitable opportunity and immediately moved the ancient mirror in his palm, emitting a terrifying light.
"boom"
Chen Qingyuan blocked it with his sword, and his body flew backwards for ten miles, making a very harsh sound as it broke through the air.
Just when Yan Qianling thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Qingyuan had already teleported to his side and stabbed him with a sword.
"boom"
The moment Yan Qianling's expression changed drastically, he immediately used his body protection technique and pointed the ancient mirror at Chen Qingyuan.
Although Yan Qianling's reaction was quick enough, it was also half a step too slow.
"tear"
The sword light flashed, and a deep sword mark appeared on Yan Qianling's left arm.
Immediately, Yan Qianling retreated towards the rear, keeping a safe distance from Chen Qingyuan.
"Why?"
Yan Qianling's eyes were filled with surprise and confusion.
Until now, Yan Qianling, whose cultivation level is much higher than Chen Qingyuan, is actually at a disadvantage.
Not only did Yan Qianling doubt himself, but everyone onlookers also looked blank and shocked.
"Fight!"
Yan Qianling gritted his teeth and whispered, deciding to risk his own foundation and have a final contest with Chen Qingyuan. He did not believe that Chen Qingyuan, who had returned to Taoism, could surpass himself in such a short period of time.
He couldn't accept this result.
Since he was eliminated from the top ten, he often hears some gossip. On the surface he is indifferent, but inside he is tortured. He wants to prove himself with practical actions and stand at the top of his peers in Beihuang.
"Buzz——"
The temperature of this void suddenly dropped, and hundreds of phantom icebergs appeared in the sea of clouds.
Yan Qianling stood on the top of the highest iceberg, like a king, overlooking the mountains and rivers, with an unparalleled look.
"Edict!"
The black ancient mirror separated from his right palm and floated in front of him.
Yan Qianling's right index finger pointed at the center of the black ancient mirror. The index finger made a hole and blood flowed into the ancient mirror.