Ying Yao fell into a passive state for a moment, as steady as a rock, not showing any flaws, and the golden rapier remained motionless.
The two sides showed a brief confrontation.
While using his sword power to take the offensive and defensive initiative, causing invisible pressure on his opponent, Zhikarizhen secretly observes his own changes.
He had just entered the realm of refining qi and restoring spirit, and he had not fully adapted yet. The three-killing machine sword Qi network in his body became more dense, rising and falling together like breathing, and began to extend outside his body, connecting to the wider outer world. The sword energy of the three-killing machine has grown several times, and it is constantly shuttling back and forth. It seems to have given birth to a trace of spirituality, faintly echoing the sea of consciousness in the spiritual world. Deep in the sword's womb, it seems as if something has been conceived, which is either existent or not, neither virtual nor real.
If you really need to observe carefully, this thing will disappear again.
The biggest change is his sea of consciousness, which has nearly doubled. The star array is shining brightly, and the starry sky sword wire is becoming more and more clear. It seems that it can shoot out of the sea of consciousness and turn it into a means of attacking the enemy. There is no need to activate the Supreme Heart Mirror Note.
, running on its own endlessly, reflecting the movements within ten feet away one by one: the prince's gloating eyes, a tense vein on Wang Yifu's forehead, Xie Xuan's clenched fist knuckles that were red, and a red-headed centipede three feet underground.
Wriggling tentacles, a bee flying out of the peony stamens by the distant stream...
Even Yingyao's steady and unchanging heartbeat is clearly displayed on the heart mirror in a strange way.
"I didn't expect that the human race also has such a talented swordsman." Luan An's eyes fell on Zhikarizhen. Seeing that his sword force firmly locked Yingyao and took the initiative, he felt quite uneasy and whispered to Yimo, "Yingyao
Yao has a distinguished status. If he has an accident during the sword fight, it will be difficult for Dajin to explain."
Yi Mo's heart moved. If Yuan An could kill Ying Yao, it might be better. The Boling Yuan clan and the Taishang Shen Xiao Sect would be involved. He pretended to be embarrassed: "Yuan An was born in a prominent family, and he was also a Taoist sect.
The middle man..."
Luan An interrupted him unceremoniously: "I don't care what method your highness uses, Yingyao must win!"
"Boom!" Yingyao's three concealed sword movements suddenly popped up and merged into a fierce sword energy, which shot out, as if to forcefully break the lock of Hikari's sword momentum.
Zhikarizhen spit out his long sword, and just as he was about to strike head-on, the sword energy suddenly split into three!
One ray of sword energy struck the sword head-on; the other ray of sword energy jumped up flexibly and hung above Zhikarizhen's head, seemingly falling, restraining him so that he could not take advantage of the situation to pursue; the last ray of sword energy jumped from Zhikari's head.
It really passed by on the right and went straight to Luan'an.
The Luan Clan Sword Immortal shouted sharply, and the long sword appeared above his head, and he slashed down quickly, almost intercepting the sword energy.
Everyone was stunned on the spot, not knowing whether Yingyao made a mistake or did it on purpose. At the same time, Zhikarizhen's long sword split the sword energy in front of him, and the sword tip was raised upwards. Under the influence of the energy, the figure above his head
The wisp of sword energy was drawn down and was easily pushed away by the long sword.
"Luan An, don't insult the word sword cultivator." Ying Yao's cold voice spread in all directions, and a trace of murderous intent flashed through his golden pupils.
The family members booed in confusion. Luan An's face turned red and white, and he was so angry that he was so angry. Ying Yao, this ungrateful lunatic, if he wasn't afraid of being blamed by Ying Tianzhu in the future, he would have gone to hell!
"Ying Yao has acted recklessly again and again, and all the consequences will be borne by your Ying tribe!" Luan An's expression changed, and he shouted to the Ying Clan Sword Immortal, feeling much more at ease. When Ying Yao was sword-fighting with his opponent, he could still listen to all directions, which shows that he is still
There is room to spare.
Zhikarizhen waited for the opportunity to step forward, thrust forward with his long sword, and the tip of the sword shook out thousands of points of cold light, which instantly enveloped Ying Yao's body, not slowing down his attack due to the distraction of the opponent. Ying Yao's golden thin sword suddenly shook,
An extremely sharp sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword, which also divided into dots of sword energy.
Cold light and sword energy collided one after another, making a harsh scream. Countless blade-like air currents splashed outward, and the sound of "clicking, clicking" flowers and trees breaking was heard from all around.
Both sides were shocked, and their clothes were lifted up by the torrent at the same time, causing tiny cracks to appear.
"A duel between life and death is the supreme honor of being a sword cultivator. I will never allow anyone to interfere with this duel." Ying Yao slowly raised his golden sword, and the sunlight shone on his cold, arrogant face.
With blazing brilliance.
Zhi Kaizhen didn't speak a word, activated the sword embryo, moved the sea of consciousness with his thoughts, and quickly became familiar with the realm of refining qi and transforming into a god.
"Did you hear that?" Ying Yao stretched out his left hand, and slowly grazed the sharp sword blade with his palm. A drop of dark red blood fell down and landed in the grass with a "slap". The sound was faint and difficult to distinguish.
"I like to listen to the sounds before death. Whether they are sad, painful, fearful, angry, or unwilling, they are the strongest sounds that life bursts out."
"It's hard for me to find an opponent like you in my life. It's hard for you to find an opponent like me in my life."
"Today, the sound of death will be sounded by you and me."
Yingyao raised his palm to his forehead, and a blood streak appeared straight, like a clanking bloody sword.
This is the most ancient duel etiquette of the Yu tribe. In the ancient times, sword cultivators used this to express their respect and determination for battle.
"In the name of the sword." He bowed and raised his sword proudly. A strange sword energy rose from the golden rapier. Chaos was violent, death was bloody, and the sound of the sword sounded like ghosts and wolves, sweeping away like the tide of the ocean.
Come.
Leaves all over the sky fell one after another, turning yellow and withered. Everyone outside the venue couldn't help but feel chills all over their bodies, and felt a sense of horror, as if they were gripped by the terrifying and evil sword energy.
The entire royal garden seemed to have turned into a ghostly underworld with thousands of bones and rivers of blood. When immersed in it, not to mention the competition, even the courage to fight hard was lost. The expressions of the noble family members changed one after another. It was only at this moment that the eagle's glory was revealed.
Show some real skills.
"The Huangquan Sword Qi of Chaos!" Luan An murmured. This is Ying Yao who went deep into the Huangquan Shangjing Well, a forbidden place in the world, and integrated the violent aura into the sword body, forming a most ferocious and powerful sword Qi.
As soon as Huangquan Chaoshang's sword energy came out, Zhikarizhen suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, and the sword energy penetrated all-pervasively, forcing him to run the sword embryo with all his strength and resist with all his strength to prevent his will from being taken away.
"I don't think it is the glory of a swordsman to compete with you." Zhikari Zhenyi Taishang guarded his mind, looked at Ying Yao, and the long sword burst out with heavy sword energy, but did not return the sword salute.<
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"I will not respond politely to a person who killed his teacher."
"It's either love or hate, it's either friend or enemy! My world has always been like this." Zhikari's long sword trembled, and the invisible spiritual power was like substance, constantly seeping into the sword energy. The tree shade above was swaying, and the branches and leaves were cut into full shapes.
Debris floating in the air.
"Stupid!" Ying Yao's expression froze, and a look of humiliated anger flashed in his eyes.
On the heart mirror, Ying Yao's steady heartbeat suddenly jumped a beat. Taking advantage of his mental turmoil, Zhikari's sword turned into a cold light, and without hesitation, he seized the opportunity and thrust forward. p>
Everyone looked at it intently, and saw that the sword seemed to be fast and slow in the air, as slow as an old ox dragging a cart, and yet it seemed to reach Yingyao's throat in an instant. The speed was so weird that it was hard to tell.<
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"Young man Yuan An, he realizes things quite quickly!"
Being unable to resist is the result of integrating spiritual power with martial arts.
This is also the biggest gain for monks when they enter the realm of refining qi and returning the spirit.