More than a dozen elders around him were all interested, and they were a little confused about the meaning of Yao Xiaofu's words.
Fighting with thoughts, these elders naturally know that there is such an attack method, which requires strong mental power. At least none of the more than ten old people here who have lived for hundreds of years can do it. I am afraid that only Jiu who has cultivated mental power can do it.
Senior Taiten Fox Demon Xiaofu can do it, I guess.
Yao Xiaofu smiled again and said, "Look carefully, is there something wrong with these two children on the stage?"
Everyone once again turned their heads to look at Yun and Ye, who were motionless on the stage. After a while, Master Jingshui suddenly said: "They are all trying their best to control the fairy sword and magic weapon in their hands."
Yao Xiaofu nodded and said: "Yes, it's not so much two people fighting at this moment, but more accurately, it's the sword spirits of the two divine swords fighting against each other."
Master Jingshui's face changed slightly and said: "This, this is unlikely. The divine sword in the hands of my young disciple Qiyou is the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Zhanchen. Its spiritual power is extraordinary. Even if it is not unsheathed at the moment, it is an ordinary magical sword.
It’s also impossible to block Zhan Chen’s spiritual power head-on.”
Yao Xiaofu gently glanced at the disbelieving Master Jingshui with his soft eyes, and suddenly said with some meaning: "Perhaps, the sword in Young Hero Ye Xiaochuan's hand is not an ordinary fairy sword magic weapon?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the dozens of elders around him were all condensed. Listening to the meaning of Yao Xiaofu's words, it seemed that the strange sword with dark green luster in Ye Xiaochuan's hand seemed to be able to compete with Cangyun.
It is comparable to Zhan Chen, one of the four great magical weapons that has been passed down by the sect for thousands of years.
is it possible?
The great reputation of Zhanchen, which has been famous all over the world for thousands of years, was passed down by Cangyunzi, the first generation founder of Cangyun Sect. The second generation founder, Fairy Qingluan, even relied on this sword to defeat the leader of the Demon Sect, Yue Shiyin, resulting in
The demonic sect has been divided for thousands of years, and it is difficult to confront the righteous path head-on.
After Fairy Qingluan emerged, Zhan Chen was sealed. It was not until 800 years ago that the Cangyun Sect was seriously injured in the battle between good and evil, and the seal was released again, and the divine sword was invited.
Such an unparalleled divine weapon, there are very few in the world that can compete with it. Among the Cangyun Sect, only the Samsara Divine Sword, the Peerless Divine Sword and the Purple Sun Divine Dagger can compete with it head-on.
The magical sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand is obviously not an unparalleled divine sword, let alone the Purple Sun Divine Dagger. But what peerless divine weapon does the Cangyun Sect have that can compete with Zhan Chen without falling behind at all?
Everyone was very suspicious of Yao Xiaofu's words. Except for Fairy Liubo who was dressed like a pretty woman next to her, no one else took Yao Xiaofu's words to heart.
In fact, Yao Xiaofu was not wrong. At this moment, the two people on the stage were indeed trying their best to control the magic swords in their hands. The sword spirits of the two swords were fiercely clashing silently.
Ye Xiaochuan more or less knew the origin of Wu Feng and Zhan Chen's long-cherished wish from senior Situ Feng. He also expected that many strange things would happen when the two swords met in the ring, but he never thought that he had not yet met the woman Yun Qiyou.
The robbers had been fighting for three hundred rounds, but the sword spirits of the two swords started to fight first.
As time went by, the bladeless sword, half of which was sunk into the stone slab, began to tremble more and more fiercely. A dark green luster burst out from the lines of the ancient inscriptions carved on the sword's body, like hot magma.
The whole sword was getting hotter and hotter, surging, as if the legendary tornado of a dragon sucking water rolled up in the ocean on a hot summer day.
At the same time, a cold breath came from the opposite side. Without looking, he knew with his buttocks that the cold breath came from the Chen-Zhan Divine Sword that Yun Qiyou was trying his best to restrain.
These two energies were fighting and colliding silently. Outsiders could not see any changes. They could only see the two of them standing on the ring like sculptures, while the other was kneeling on one knee.
In fact, the spiritual power was already surging in the arena, and the two swords were already fighting with great joy.
Ye Xiaochuan was horrified. At this moment, he couldn't think of carrying the divine sword to fight with Yun Qiyou. He had no choice but to activate his true method with all his strength and try his best to suppress Wu Feng, whose spiritual power was getting stronger and stronger.
The situation that Yun Qiyou faced was similar to that of Ye Xiaochuan. He clearly felt that the divine sword spirit was silently impacting with another extremely powerful sword spirit. The two sides seemed to be evenly matched, and they could not tell the difference in a short period of time.
up and down.
As time passed, Yun Qiyou began to feel a little strenuous. The Wufeng Divine Sword had already been unsheathed, but Zhan Chen had not. With the spiritual power of the two swords evenly matched, as time went on, the dark green light on the arena,
Gradually suppressed the white light.
At this moment, the chatter around them had disappeared. Everyone was looking at the ring with wide eyes. Many people even rubbed their eyes, as if they had never seen such a weird fighting situation.
Some of the elders who were sitting under the ring slowly stood up at this moment, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
If in the previous moment, no one could understand why the two young men, a man and a woman, suddenly stopped, now everyone can understand.
Although Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan still maintained their original postures and did not make any offensive moves, the defensive barrier around the arena had been activated, and the light curtain like water waves was rolling violently.
Obviously, within the barrier above the arena, there is a surging force that is violently colliding with the defensive barrier of the arena.
The strong wind blew, sand flew and rocks flew away, and the white clouds in the sky were blown far away by the strong wind. The surrounding sky was as blue as a wash, without a trace of dust or blemishes.
After about another cup of tea, everyone saw that the barrier water curtain was almost on the verge of collapse. Many people began to retreat, fearing that the barrier would suddenly collapse and the violent spiritual power in the arena would injure them.
innocent.
This kind of thing is impossible to happen. Seeing the barrier water curtain rolling like waves, the faces of several white-bearded Cangyun elders changed drastically. They hurriedly called on the elders of the same sect to input spiritual power into the defense barrier formation to turn the barrier
The water curtain calmed down again.
Ye Xiaochuan couldn't wait any longer. At this moment, the sword was almost out of its control. The hilt of the sword was extremely hot. He could no longer suppress the fighting spirit coming from the sword.
After the two sides had a strange confrontation for nearly an hour, Ye Xiaochuan, who had a lower level of cultivation, was the first to be unable to withstand the spiritual power from the divine sword.
Just hearing his roar, green light shot up into the sky, and the bladeless divine sword inserted in the stone slab was suddenly drawn out.
The dazzling dark green light enveloped Ye Xiaochuan's entire body, and his body was like a flying blue dragon, rushing towards the woman in white opposite who clenched her silver teeth and had a pretty face with a sinister look on her face.
With the Wufeng Divine Sword no longer suppressed by Ye Xiaochuan, the bright cyan light turned into a giant cyan dragon, destroying all the white light on the arena like it was destroying the dead.
Everyone seemed to hear a dragon's roar from eternity, faintly transmitted to this desolate world amidst the strong wind and waves.
