On the ring, the battle between Ye Xiaochuan and Sun Yao had already begun. Under the ring, outside the crowd, the cold woman in white did not put her mind on the ring at the moment. She held Zhan Chen tightly in her hand.
Just now, at the moment when the strange divine sword on Ye Xiaochuan's back was unsheathed, the Zhanchen Divine Sword, which was connected to his own blood, suddenly unsheathed without any warning and pierced the sky.
This is the third time something abnormal has happened to Zhan Chen. The first time was in Qingluan Pavilion two months ago, and the second time was the moment when Ye Xiaochuan and Hu Daoxin showed off the ancient sword during the competition the day before yesterday.
Zhan Chen's three unusual movements were each more violent than the last. Until today, Zhan Chen finally exploded in an instant, as if the energy that had been suppressed for thousands of years suddenly exploded. At that moment, Yun Qiyou briefly lost control of Zhan Chen.
Yun Qiyou is an extremely smart woman. At this moment, she gradually understood that two of Zhan Chen's three changes were related to the mysterious ancient sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand.
After she comforted the divine sword, she slowly raised her head and looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was dancing on the stage like a foreign sacrifice to a great god.
He looked at the mysterious ancient sword shining with green light in Ye Xiaochuan's hand!
Yun Qiyou couldn't figure it out no matter what, why did the sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand attract Zhan Chen in his hand?
Zhan Chen and Wu Feng are both blood-refined magic weapons, using the blood of their master as a medium. After recognizing the master, the person and the sword will have a feeling of heart connection, and this feeling is more difficult to control than the magic weapons in the hands of ordinary cultivators.
Much more profound.
Yun Qiyou felt that her Zhan Chen seemed to be filled with complex emotions. Due to her heart connection with Zhan Chen, her emotions were more or less affected by Zhan Chen.
It seems like anger, like joy, like throbbing, like sadness, and there seems to be a kind of longing that will last for three lifetimes and seven lifetimes.
She silently looked at the fairy sword with the green light flashing on the ring, and two lines of tears slowly shed in her bright, watery eyes.
"Little junior sister, what's wrong with you?"
After Ning Xiangruo lost control of the Yun Qiyou Divine Sword just now, most of her thoughts were focused on the always eccentric little junior sister next to her.
Suddenly, she saw two lines of tears, as clear as pearls, slowly flowing down from Yun Qiyou's eyes, and her face couldn't help but change.
Yun Qiyou didn't seem to notice this, she said: "What, senior sister?"
Ning Xiangruo said: "Why are you crying?"
Yun Qiyou was stunned, and several female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu who were watching the battle between Ye Xiaochuan and Sun Yao all turned their heads and looked at Yun Qiyou.
Yun Qiyou was startled again, and finally seemed to realize something. She slowly stretched out her hand and lightly touched her cheek with her fingers. Sure enough, it felt a bit cool.
It’s tears!
My own tears!
Do you think you will cry too?
She suddenly lowered her head and looked at the Zhanchen held tightly in the palm of her left hand.
Ning Xiangruo and other female disciples from Yuanshui Xiaozhu felt faintly worried when they saw Yun Qiyou looking strange at this moment.
Yun Qiyou's performance today was extremely abnormal. First, Zhan Chen unsheathed himself for no reason, as if he had lost control. Now, this cold-hearted little junior sister shed tears for no reason.
The female disciples who have always spent time with Yun Qiyou have never seen such bizarre and unparalleled things.
At this moment, in front of the Samsara Hall.
Su Xiaoyan, the Love-Ending Fairy of Piaomiao Pavilion, couldn't help but said: "The fairy sword wrapped in white light just now is Zhan Chen, right?"
The surrounding elders also had this question in their minds at this moment. Yun Qiyou did not pull out Zhan Chen in two consecutive battles, but just now, Zhan Chen unexpectedly pulled out his sheath. Although Yun Qiyou was killed by Yun Qiyou in the blink of an eye.
He raised the sword and sheathed it.
Who among the people present was not a senior expert with extensive experience and keen eyesight? At that moment, they almost all saw clearly that it was Zhan Chen.
As for why Zhan Chen suddenly unsheathed himself without any warning, only two of the dozens of elders outside the hall saw the clue.
One is the nine-tailed fox demon Xiaofu.
The other person is Yu Jizi, now the head of Cangyun Sect.
The two of them knew some of the legends about Wu Feng and Zhan Chen. The reason why Zhan Chen suddenly glowed with white light probably had a lot to do with Ye Xiaochuan's sudden sacrifice of the Wu Feng ancient sword behind his back.
Master Jingshui has been keeping company outside the main hall in the past few days, talking to other elders from other sects who came to watch the fighting competition. At this moment, seeing Yun Qiyou suddenly offering Zhan Chen, she could not sit still, for fear that her beloved little
Something happened to the disciple.
So, he stood up and said to the leader, Yujizi: "Brother, I'll go down and take a look."
Yujizi nodded silently and said: "Go."
At this time, the nine-tailed fox demon boy and Liubo fairy who were sitting nearby also stood up. The demon boy said: "Fellow Taoists, I went to see my little girl. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared again.
, it’s better not to get into any trouble.”
So Master Jingshui, Fairy Liubo and Yao Xiaohu walked down the white jade stone steps together.
At this moment, in the Southwest Sundanese Arena, the seemingly disparate battle between Ye Xiaochuan and Sun Yao continued.
Ye Xiaochuan, as if following a script, demonstrated the Cangyun Sect's true sword techniques from low to high.
From the initial Fantasy Sword Style, to the Condensing Sword Style, and now to the Hundred Sword Style, the power of the sword formula has become more and more powerful.
Sun Yao was a little surprised when he saw Ye Xiaochuan activate the Hundred Swords Style. This Hundred Swords Style was much more difficult to perform than the Condensing Sword Style. At the same time, hundreds of single-color air swords were condensed to launch an attack. At least he needed to control the air.
With his cultivation in the middle stage of the realm as a foundation, he never expected that Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds in the past three months.
However, Sun Yao still didn't take Ye Xiaochuan to heart. He was just like Yun Qiyou fighting Xiao Wu in the first round. Even though the sword rain from the sky came one after another, he remained unmoving and as stable as Mount Tai.
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The Jinghong Immortal Sword in his hand emits a dazzling white light. The sword skills in his hand are extremely fast. The Jinghong Immortal Sword seems to have become spiritual in his hands. It can cut, block, catch, pick, split, or attack.
The hundreds of qi swords flying densely around him were all relieved, but none of them could break through the invisible sword circle he had set with the Jinghong Immortal Sword.
There were many disciples watching the fighting competition. Seeing that Sun Yao's sword was as fast as a dragon and as fast as lightning, he barely moved his feet and cracked Ye Xiaochuan's seemingly most powerful move in an instant. He looked quite relaxed.
Calmly, the surroundings couldn't help but burst into cheers.
Countless waves of cheers immediately suppressed the voice of Miss Koike, who was jumping and dancing below the ring, shouting: "Brother Ogawa, come on! Brother Ogawa will win!"
Seeing that her voice was suppressed by other voices, Miss Xiaochi couldn't help but get very angry, and asked Zhu Changshui and Yuanyang Zhen beside her to cheer for Ye Xiaochuan at the same time.
However, how can the voices of a few people be compared with the voices of hundreds or thousands of people? The result naturally made Miss Xiaochi even more angry, scratching her head and scratching her head, almost going crazy!
