"No, telling you my father's identity is just to tell you that Qin Xueyun's identity is higher than mine. Even I can't do anything about the troubles she faces. Her situation is not that good. If you agree to fight with me,
I will tell you the news about Xue Yun, even if I win, I will spare your life. If you miss today, you will regret it sooner or later. When the time comes, don’t blame me for not predicting what I said."
Bai Xiangyang said meaningfully.
"Okay, how do you want to fight."
Zhong Yan was silent for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.
Bai Xiangyang is the only person who can learn the news about Qin Xueyun now. At other times, he would have had a choice, but when he heard that Qin Xueyun was not in a good situation, in the end, his emotions overcame his rationality and made a choice that seemed wrong.
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"It's very simple. You and I are both in the Yiyang realm. We are at the same level. If we fight, the winner will win everything, and the loser will leave automatically."
Bai Xiangyang said slowly, with a smile on his face.
Yes, he is also in the One-Yang Realm, but he is not an ordinary One-Yang Realm. In the Yi-Yang Realm, he has tempered the True Yang several times and reached the First Realm of Pure Yang.
Among the five realms of Chuyang, Shaoyang, Lieyang, Pure Yang, and Zhiyang, we have reached the fourth realm. This is a very amazing level. There is no doubt that the realm of Pure Yang is the ultimate that many monks can reach.
, it is also obvious how difficult it is to transform into Zhiyang.
Of course, Bai Xiangyang is a Chosen One. He has awakened supernatural powers in his body, that is, innate magical powers. As long as he uses it to cast a core, it is normal to be promoted to the realm of Pure Yang. This is the power of the Chosen One.
As long as you are not a fool and use your own superpower as the core, you can successfully reach the realm of pure Yang and create your own supreme Tao foundation. It is possible to reach the realm of Supreme Yang. The first true Yang is to forge your own Tao foundation.
How high the upper limit is determines future achievements.
Every time Dao Ji rises to a level, the impact is huge. Not only does the magic and magical combat skills displayed contain personal suppression. It can also make the mana in the body purer, and one part of the power can be used to produce two-thirds of the power.
The effect of points.
A gap in realm is a huge gap.
Fortunately, within the same realm, there is a gap, but it is not insurmountable.
Zhong Yan himself is also in the realm of Shaoyang.
If you are two levels short, you may not be unable to fight.
"Okay, let's fight."
Zhong Yan reached out and grabbed Abao who was sitting on his shoulder, and was about to put it down. During the battle, he might not be able to control it.
嘤!!
Abao felt it, and hurriedly swung his body resistingly, letting out a yelp. A pair of claws fell on Zhong Yan's head, grabbing his hair and not letting go.
It was so adorable. Seeing Abao not wanting to leave, Zhong Yan shook his head slightly and finally put it down without forcing it down. This guy was almost stuck with him.
"My lord, please think about it again."
Liu Qingyun frowned slightly and said.
"Needless to say, I know this matter well. There are some things I have to do."
Zhong Yan stretched out his hand to stop him.
After finishing his words, he stepped out of Fairy Lake City and appeared on the huge fairy lake. His feet naturally stepped on a lotus. At this moment, the lotus did not change in any way. It just stood quietly on the lake.
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Although he agreed to bet on the fight, he naturally had to choose the battlefield.
Outside the city, Zhong Yan is also afraid. He is afraid that the soldiers of the White Tiger Legion will secretly plot and fire a thousand arrows, which will completely destroy him. Only on this fairy lake can he ensure absolute control over his own safety. With no power, others cannot interfere in the competition, so you don’t have to worry about anything.
After seeing it, Bai Xiangyang naturally understood what Zhong Yan meant by doing this. Without any expression on his face, he left the Blazing Bird and walked step by step towards the sky above the fairy lake. Soon, he also landed on a lotus.
"Don't worry, during the battle between you and me, Xianhu will not attack you. This battle is just a battle between you and me. A fair battle."
Zhong Yan opened his mouth to dispel Bai Xiangyang's concerns.
"I've investigated you, and based on your previous personality, you wouldn't be able to do such a dirty thing."
Bai Xiangyang said as if he didn't care.
"Immortal cultivator, Bai Xiangyang."
"Spiritual practice, Zhong Yan!!"
Bai Xiangyang had no intention of giving in. With a flash of light in his hand, a flawless white war sword appeared out of thin air. The whole body of the war sword was pure white. When people saw it, there was an invisible tingling sensation. There seemed to be several more on it. Ancient seal script emerges.
Baiyang!!
This mouthful is the Baiyang Sword. It can be seen that the Baiyang Sword itself is made of extraordinary material and emits innate aura from its entire body.
"It is a divine weapon derived from the heavenly veins."
Zhong Yan's eyes narrowed, and he felt an aura similar to that of the Heavenly Vein. Not surprisingly, it was a magic weapon derived from the Heavenly Vein. Being able to use a sword as a weapon, with his cultivation in the way of swordsmanship, I'm afraid it's not that small. , it is entirely possible that he is a swordsman.
There are many types of sword cultivation, including the way of flying swords. Flying swords imitate shapes, sword energy makes thunderous sounds, sword light differentiates, swords are refined into silk, and one sword can defeat all kinds of magic.
There is also the path of ancient sword cultivation, cultivating the sword's will with one battle sword, and the sword's will breaks all laws. One sword creates the world.
There is also the sword integrated into the body, I am the sword, the sword is me, it can be called a magic sword. But in the end, almost all lead to the same goal. The destructive power of the sword cultivator is also among the top among many monks.
The reason why he identified Bai Xiangyang as a sword cultivator was because Zhong Yan felt a hint of sword intent in him. This sword intent was very pure.
Holding the Baiyang Sword, he looked at Zhong Yan, raised the sword unceremoniously, and stabbed him with the sword unceremoniously.
Ding!!
The speed of this sword was terrifying, and its trajectory through the air was not visible at all. It quickly appeared in front of Zhong Yan. The tip of the sword was spitting out sword light. When you touch it, you can definitely feel the terrifying edge contained in it. The stabbing to the heart seemed like a simple stab, but it was almost reaching its peak, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.
"As expected, he is Bai Qi's son. He will kill people without mercy at all."
Zhong Yan had long been on guard. Even so, after seeing this sword, he knew in his heart that Bai Xiangyang's swordsmanship was definitely not a vegetarian.
Without even thinking about it, along with a stream of light, the Ruyi Yantian Umbrella appeared in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, the Yantian Umbrella opened instantly. It lay horizontally in front of him, covering his entire body in the umbrella.
Ding!!
With a crisp sound, the sword tip and the umbrella surface collided naturally, and a sharp edge seemed to pierce the umbrella surface. Fortunately, Yantian Umbrella is not a vegetarian. The defense of the umbrella surface is amazing, and it can withstand force. When it goes down, the umbrella surface becomes tight, and the next second it bounces back again.
Bai Xiangyang saw it, his face showed no change, he retracted the sword in his hand, and followed the rebound force with his backhand, slashing the sword down.
"Ruyi Yantian Spear!!"
Zhong Yan's reaction was not slow. After blocking the first sword, the Yantian umbrella in his hand had already been closed. The tip of the umbrella suddenly rose by a section and turned into a spear head. He held the umbrella body with his left hand and gently pulled the handle with his right hand.
, the umbrella body stretched instantly, and in the blink of an eye, the Yantian Umbrella had turned into a wishful gun.
Buzz!!
With a flick of the wrist, the Ruyi gun twists and vibrates like a spiritual snake. Starlight flashes from the tip of the gun, and the power of the soul is poured into it. The gun is in the hand, wielded like an arm, without any fancy. He holds it up with both hands, and the gun body blocks the white light.
In front of Yang Jian.
After blocking the sword, the Yantian Spear immediately swept across from left to right.
These are the thirteen most basic techniques of marksmanship, also known as the Thirteen Styles of Marksmanship.
These days, Zhong Yan has never wasted time. The Ruyi Yantian Umbrella contains various forms. Since it is constructed, it must be able to exert its power and exert its ever-changing effects. When combined with each other,
, in order to achieve maximum effectiveness.
During this period of time, he has practiced a lot, including marksmanship, knife skills, sword skills, whip skills, etc., not to mention reaching the level of perfection, at least he has become comfortable and proficient in the use of various weapons.
It's very easy to use a weapon once it's in your hands.
At this moment, waving the Ruyi Yantian Spear, the entire battlefield was simulated in the mind palace. At the moment of taking action, Bai Xiangyang deduced in his mind the possible attack methods, speed, how to dodge and counterattack, etc.
.It's like being able to clearly see every move and style of Bai Xiangyang, and then react quickly.
That is to say, he tempers his physical body with the power of his mind every day so that he can react in an instant. Otherwise, even if he deduce Bai Xiangyang's attack, he will not be able to react in time. Therefore, without enough strength, his eyesight can no longer be
It's no use.
Bai Xiangyang's attainments in swordsmanship are very exquisite, and every sword strike is at its peak, just like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.
Even though Zhong Yan had the Soul Palace and constantly deduced countermeasures, he was still involuntarily suppressed by Bai Xiangyang. Both of them used the most basic swordsmanship and spear skills, but the gap was still clear at a glance.
"The gap in time and experience cannot be made up in a short time. Bai Xiangyang has too much combat experience. He will have to practice his combat skills in the future, and he must have his own unique skills."
Zhong Yan's feet kept moving back and forth on the lotus, and the Yantian Spear in his hand collided with the Baiyang Sword again and again. The light of the sword and the shadow of the spear continued to flicker on the fairy lake.
That scene was shocking to watch.
And these are just a trial by the two of them.
"Killing God!!"
Just after another confrontation, Bai Xiangyang suddenly stepped back. The Baiyang Sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with unprecedented light. A layer of rich blood-colored sword light surrounded the sword body, and a burst of sword intent burst out.
It was an artistic conception of killing.
In the sword, it means killing.
Kill! Kill! Kill!!
A terrible will is transmitted from the sword. In the blood light, it seems that countless creatures can be seen making pure killing sounds. Every word of killing can evoke the violent killing in people's hearts.