After Mei Zihua finished speaking, he unsheathed his sword. The Qiushui Sword made a loud sword sound, and the sword's body glowed brightly.
boom!
The power of the holy sword was instantly released, and a terrifying sword wind blew in this area, making people unable to open their eyes.
"It is indeed a good sword."
Mei Zihua stroked the blade of the sword and was filled with emotion. Then he looked at Si Xueyi and said, "Just use this sword to kill you, a banished immortal from the Holy Academy. It's fair."
Whoosh!
He turned into a bloody phantom and reached Si Xueyi's side in the blink of an eye.
Si Xueyi flicked his wrist and unsheathed the Immortal Burial Sword, blocking the incoming sword.
Rumble!
The terrifying power of the holy sword pressed down like a mountain.
Deep in Si Xueyi's eyebrows, the heart of the divine dragon sword bloomed, and with a shocking dragon shadow, the pressure of the holy sword was directly shaken back.
Mei Zihua's heart froze, and she obviously did not expect that the blow with the power of the holy sword could not knock Si Xueyi away.
The two swords clashed with each other, causing their long hair to dance wildly.
The body of a divine dragon!
Si Xueyi's blood boiled, the dragon roared again, and he pressed his wrist forward fiercely.
boom!
Mei Zi Hua, who was holding the Qiu Shui Sword, was sent flying a hundred meters. After landing, he looked at Si Xueyi in surprise.
"The wind is invisible!"
Si Xueyi held the sword and killed him, and the Qilin sword technique followed the trend.
His figure is unpredictable, perfectly displaying the artistic conception of Feng Qilin.
Mei Zihua tried his best, but soon became unable to resist.
After all, he is not a swordsman, he has not mastered the sword's intention, and the Qiushui Sword cannot exert its power in his hand.
The power of the holy sword was suddenly greatly reduced.
But Mei Zihua was very smart, and he actually adapted to Feng Qilin's artistic conception after more than ten moves. After all, the power of the holy sword did not fade away.
"Water has no form!"
The smile on Mei Zihua's face melted away before it fully bloomed.
Si Xueyi's swordsmanship suddenly changed, and the sword power was completely different from before. Mei Zihua, who was about to fight back, became very confused.
"Fire is impermanent!"
"Lei Wuying!"
Si Xueyi's sword moves changed again, wind, thunder, water and fire merged together, forcing Mei Zihua to retreat continuously.
"The Sword of the Holy Selfless One!"
Si Xueyi's sword intent surged all over his body, and he unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Qilin Sword Technique. The majestic sword power was as vast as the abyss.
The terrifying sound of the sword soared into the sky, causing the vegetation in this space to tremble, resonating with the sword's intention and turning into the sound of a divine dragon.
Mei Zihua's expression changed drastically. He didn't care much and rushed the blood evil in his body into Qiushui Sword.
The white sword light immediately turned scarlet, and the sword body released a dazzling bloody brilliance.
The two terrifying swords collided instantly.
Bang!
Amidst the loud noise, the autumn water in Mei Zihua's hand was directly shaken out.
There were several cracks in his palm, and blood kept flowing out.
But his reaction was extremely fast, and almost instantly, he swung out his left hand.
"Golden Flame Knife!"
A long knife burning with golden flames burst out from his palm, and then continued to stretch and spread.
Si Xueyi dodged sideways, but the aftermath of the long knife still broke through the Arhat's golden body, leaving a shallow scar on his chest.
The golden flame knife continued to castrate, whizzing away, forcibly piercing the barrier of the Demon Locking Cage.
Fortunately, Qing Lin hid aside and was not seriously harmed.
But this scene still had a huge impact on her.
"Sure enough, even if I have a holy sword in my hand, if I compete with you in swordsmanship, I am overestimating my abilities!"
Mei Zihua licked the wound on his palm and said with a smile: "Then let's compete in Dragon and Tiger Fist again!"
He looks elegant and gentle on the outside, but he is extremely proud on the inside and never feels that he is inferior to others.
"The tiger roars and the dragon roars!"
Mei Zihua stretched out his arms, like a tiger swooping down from the mountain.
roar!
After getting up, the phantom of a black tiger unfolded like a scroll.
The tiger's fur was pitch black, and the aura of death lingered all over its body, like a ghost tiger from the underworld coming out of hell.
Then the dragon roared violently, and there were green dragons wrapping around the body, soaring up.
The green dragon exudes vitality and can revive all things wherever it passes. The dragon's power is not weak at all.
The will to live and the will to die appear simultaneously in Mei Zihua.
The movement was accompanied by roars of tigers and roars of dragons, and this scene made everyone else watch in astonishment.
Si Xueyi remained calm. He sheathed his sword and calmly fought with Dragon Tiger Fist.
"The dragon is soaring and the tiger is leaping!"
"The dragon is soaring and the tiger is leaping!"
The two of them launched the second move of the Dragon-Tiger Fist at the same time, and their fists collided hard.
“Paint the ground as a dragon!”
“Paint the ground as a dragon!”
In an instant, the two changed their moves again, using the ground as a dragon and the ground as a dragon.
As the two dragon shadows soared, Si Xueyi and Mei Zihua punched each other again.
Bang bang bang!
Dragons roared and tigers roared, terrifying air waves continued to rise, and both figures erupted into a terrifying force.
Si Xueyi was shocked.
It is impossible for a mortal body to practice the Great Dragon Tiger Fist, because if one does not have enough Qi and blood to practice it forcefully, one is seeking death.
Why only the simplified version exists in later generations is also for this reason.
But Mei Zihua forcibly integrated it into himself, using his will to live and his will to die to evolve it into his unique Dragon Tiger Fist.
This person's understanding has reached an incredible level.
When the momentum of the two people reached its peak, they sacrificed themselves to the heavens at the same time without any hesitation.
Rumble!
As the shackles within the body were broken, a series of sky curtains fell on the two of them at the same time.
With the blessing of God's power, every time the two punched each other, the ground shook violently.
When the shackles were broken to the sixth level, Mei Zihua's physical body could no longer hold up.
When the shackles were broken to the seventh level, the skin on Mei Zihua's face cracked and blood seeped out.
He gritted his teeth and held on, and his handsome face became ferocious and terrifying.
At the ninth shackles, Mei Zihua's physical body finally reached its limit.
He let out an angry roar, took the lead in changing his moves, and five scrolls of paintings appeared behind him.
boom!
The moment the scroll was unfolded, it reached an exaggerated size of a hundred feet.
The five scrolls of paintings are juxtaposed from top to bottom, all showing hideous faces that have experienced great pain in the world.
Seeing that the five scrolls of paintings were about to close together, Si Xueyi raised his eyebrows and broke three shackles in a row.
boom!
At this moment, the twelve shackles were broken, and when the sky fell, stars continued to fall from the sky like fireworks.
There was a loud bang, and the five-volume long painting was shattered, without giving it a chance to condense into the flower of the other side.
Phew!
Mei Zihua spat out blood and flew backwards for a hundred steps before barely standing still.
Swish, swish, swish!
The will to live in his body circulated, and his injuries recovered quickly. The wounds on his face almost healed in the blink of an eye.
The cheeks that were as pale as paper also had a hint of rosiness.
Si Xueyi raised his hand and wanted to roll back the Qiu Shui Sword that had been blown away, but when he glanced at it, he found that the Qiu Shui Sword had landed on a young man with a cold expression at some point.
The Qiu Shui Sword is in his hand, and its sharp edge is far beyond what the plum painting can match.
The cold young man raised his eyes and said: "The name of the Holy Court's banished immortal is indeed well-deserved. I also know a little about swordsmanship. Please give me some advice!"
"Dragon Eagle, stop."
Mei Zihua spoke and stopped Long Ying.
His expression returned to calm at this moment, he looked at Si Xueyi and said with a smile: "Junior brother, how about making a deal?"
Si Xueyi said calmly: "Tell me."
Mei Zihua glanced at the red-clothed holy envoy who was nailed to the ground by the lightning spear, and said with a smile: "I can take the people away now, and even the Qiu Shui Sword can be returned to you. You let the red-clothed holy envoy go."
The holy envoy in red was shocked. Her eyes widened with an unbelievable look on her face.
Did I hear wrongly?
Si Xueyi's eyes also flashed with a strange color, and he looked at Mei Zihua with slight surprise.
His thoughts were like lightning and he started thinking quickly.
If the fight continues, I still have two killing moves, Shenlong's Hand and Shenlong's Landing Slash.
But he consumed a lot of dragon essence, and also consumed three dragon lotus petals.
If Mei Zihua wanted to leave, he might not be able to keep this person.
The key is that there is another person, the young man named Long Ying, who feels very dangerous to him.
This person's strength is by no means inferior to Mei Zihua.
Si Xueyi said calmly: "If you want to leave now, I may not be able to stay, but if you give me the Qiushui Sword, then you really won't be able to leave."
Mei Zihua said with a smile: "I believe in junior brother's character. This sword is very precious. If it is lost, the little pavilion master may not be able to handle it."
In the Demon Lock Cage, Qing Lin's face turned red and he said: "No, I just lost this Autumn Water Sword."
Si Xueyi heard that she was speaking harshly and already had some considerations in mind.
Meizi Portrait remembered something and said with a smile: "You must have been in seclusion before, right? Then you probably don't know that in order not to expose your position, this little pavilion master took the initiative to be captured by us, risking the threat of being disfigured, or will he
We led the tree spirit tribe, but wasted a lot of time."
Si Xueyi's expression did not change, but her heart suddenly sank.
Since Mei Zihua took the initiative to talk about this matter, the person who threatened to disfigure must be the red-dressed holy envoy.
This made him even more reluctant to let this woman go.
But then I thought about it, Qiushui Sword still had to come back.
Si Xueyi said solemnly: "I promise you, but I have to add the Duobao rat."
Long Ying was immediately unhappy, he quite liked this little guy.
Mei Zihua said cheerfully: "It's a deal."
Long Ying had no choice but to grab Duobaoshu from other sword cultivators and quickly came to Si Xueyi.
"Here you go."
He returned the Qiu Shui Sword and the Duobao Rat. Si Xueyi waved his hand, and the thunder and lightning spear disappeared.
The holy envoy in red screamed, swayed and fell to the ground.
Qing Lin unlocked the demon cage and came to Si Xueyi's side.
"Let's go, little master."
Si Xueyi had a smile on her face and handed the Qiu Shui Sword back to her.
The two of them left without stopping.
Si Xueyi stared at the other person for several times, and the smile on his face grew stronger. He really couldn't believe that this stupid girl would have such courage.
He actually took the initiative to lure these people away for him.
Why does it get better and better the more you look at it?
Qinglin said shyly: "What do you want me to do?"
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "How about I kill that woman with the Qiushui Sword?"
Qing Lin said quickly: "No, no, I don't want you to become a person who doesn't keep his word for me."
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "Just kill them all. If you kill them all, it won't be a waste of words."
Qinglin was startled and said: "No, no, no, leave quickly. You are an immortal from the Holy Academy, and Qinglin doesn't want you to become such a person."
She suddenly looked up and saw the other person's smiling face, and she immediately reacted.
Si Xueyi is teasing her!
Suddenly he was ashamed and angry, and said coquettishly: "You are teasing me..."
Si Xueyi smiled and said: "Hahaha, that's not the case."