Facing Duan Chen day and night, Bu Jianjun and Feixianjian fought each other fiercely, Frost Sword and Duanshui Sword met, and the most bizarre thing was Bujianjun and Feixianjian.
Both of them have the same sword master, so why are they fighting?
As soon as they met, it was a life-or-death situation.
Mingxuan shook the dice and said mysteriously, "Come, come, place your bet, place your bet, buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it."
"Six sword spirits are fighting, who are you going to crush?"
"Where did you get it?"
"It's in the mustard bag. Maybe it was taken away when I was playing games before." Mingxuan waved his hand and motioned for them all to look over, "Come on, come on, don't talk nonsense, I'll start with a spiritual stone. I've placed my bet.
!I’m going to leave Chen and Bu Jianjun.”
Si Miaoyan's voice was thin and she smiled: "You don't carry anything serious in your mustard bags, do you?"
After a pause, she said, "I will hold the Frost Sword."
After all, she is the only female sword spirit present.
Dan Xiu doesn't know much about swords, and neither does Ming Xuan. He's just talking nonsense. Among these swords, Senior Brother's sword is the most mysterious, and Ming Xuan's sword has the greatest background.
"Cut off the water." Chu Xingzhi threw two spiritual stones without hesitation.
"Anyone who is not blind can see that the strongest person is the one who is cut off from water."
"Then you wait and see if Duan Chen cuts him next." Ming Xuan raised his eyebrows.
People's sorrows and joys are not the same. Ye Qiao only felt that this group of people was very noisy. The strong pressure of the thunder falling straight down in the air was frightening. She sighed slowly and suddenly raised her head and stared at the air for a few seconds.
Throw the Jinghong Sword into the air. It is the only lightning element among all spiritual swords.
You can easily borrow the thunder from the sky to temper the sword body.
"Ye Qiao really wants to make use of all the resources." Cheng Fengzong sighed in a low voice, "Should I say it or not, this child's pick-and-seek spirit is quite admirable."
Qin Fanfan gouged out his eyes and snorted coldly, the wealthy Chengfeng Sect certainly didn't understand the hardships of their Changming Sect.
Being able to squeeze out all the existing resources, their cultivation world lacks such talents.
It really makes sense that poverty makes people progress.
"I think..." The leader of the Bishui Sect quickly reflected on himself, "Are we too generous to this group of descendants?" As a result, other descendants are not as quick-thinking as Ye Qiao?
Qin Fanfan thought for a while, "Whoever dares to violate the sect rules in the future will have their spirit stones deducted from them!" Anyway, the Changming Sect does not have spirit stones, and the direct disciple also regards the sect rules as air. This suggestion he made was to speak while standing without pain.
Wen Jian Zong felt that what he said made sense, "High."
It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
The direct descendants who didn't know that the spirit stone had been secretly withheld were placing bets enthusiastically, among which Duan Chen and Duan Shui were the most vocal.
A water-breaking sword and a dust-breaking sword.
One is famous, and the other is an equally famous sword master.
"It's so miserable, little junior sister." Xue Yu glanced sympathetically at Ye Qiao, who was still struggling to get chopped.
Others were not interested in the melee between the sword spirits. They were always interested in the group of sword cultivators. The original cleaning of the battlefield was completely reduced to the second battle battlefield, where various lights converged and one-on-one duels took place.
The flames of the Morning and Night Sword spread rapidly, forming four walls of fire blocking Duan Chen's path. Duan Chen was a wind-attributed sword spirit, and he would only be passive in the entire battle against such a fire-attributed sword spirit.
Duan Chen retreated, and the white invisible wind quietly swept behind Chao Xi Jian. The surrounding wind was controlled by him. Leng Buding placed a wind knife across his neck. Chao Xi retreated as soon as he noticed the danger, and the flames wrapped his fist.
I want to fight Duan Chen in close combat.
However, he dodged left and right but could not avoid the wind that was everywhere.
Not only did he not meet Duan Chen's shadow, but he was scratched by the wind knife. He wanted to catch up day and night, but was pulled back by his own sword master's words.
"Lost." Mu Zhongxi sighed and poured cold water on his sword spirit, "You can't beat Duan Chen."
Whether it's close combat or something else.
It is reasonable for Duan Chen to be strong. After all, he is the master of the family in the past. He has seen many strong men and fought with many sword spirits. Even though the other party is slow, he definitely knows more tricks than the stupid Baitian like Chao Xi.
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For the warlike spirit swordsmen, when so many transformed sword spirits gather together, a fight is inevitable.
Duan Chen never participated in this kind of battle, but some sword spirits were not ready to let him go, such as the militant Duan Shui Jian like Ye Qinghan.
Duan Chen didn't give Duan Chen any chance to react and took action as soon as he came up. Duan Chen glanced at the opponent with no emotion, gathered his sword energy and chose to fight.
The two sword spirits exchanged blows and was watched by the leader of Wenjian Sect. He commented calmly: "There are few swords that can even touch Duan Chen."
Sword spirits like Duan Chen are the most unpredictable and their attributes are unknown. If you go head-to-head with him, you will only be restrained.
Duan Shui uses softness to overcome hardness very well. There are various forms of water and land. One of the two sword spirits is changeable and the other is elusive. No one can do anything to the other.
"What about missing you?" Xie Chuxue was curious.
"The murderous intent is too strong. After all, he is not a sword spirit from the orthodox Sword Cave." The leader of Wenjian Sect said coldly, "The method is too cruel. We will only know how strong this sword spirit is after beating him."
Xie Chuxue let out a sigh and kept chattering: "It's like your sword spirit is not vicious. It's too scary. If Hanshuang hadn't been able to hide quickly, his neck would have been broken, right? You asked the Sword Sect, and it turned out to be true.
The same dark thoughts."
The master of Wenjian Sect didn't bother to pay attention to his strange aura. He watched the battle between Duan Shui and Duan Chen and vaguely saw the clues. "Master Duan Chen is fast and windy. If we fight seriously, Duan Shui will definitely be at a disadvantage." His evaluation was very objective.
It's just that Duan Chen, a sword spirit, has such a weird personality, so it's no wonder that his way of getting along with Zhou Xingyun is so unique.
This was the first time that the sword spirit and the sword master looked at each other.
After the leader of the Sword Asking Sect finished speaking, he looked at the group of sword spirits on the field. None of them could restrain Duan Chen. He couldn't help but say: "I do remember that the Lian Ying Sword that Ye Qiao brought out from the Sword Cave can be compared with
Zhou Xingyun’s sword spirits compete in a showdown.”
"Lv Ying and Duan Chen, these two swords are both speed sword spirits."
Zhou Xingyun, who was next to him, paused when he heard these words. He always said in a straight-laced tone with genuine confusion, "Speed type? By what? By his tone of voice that speaks slower than a tortoise?"
Duan Chen realized that he was scolding himself. While avoiding the sudden attack of the water flow, he said in a faint voice: "No matter how slow I am, I am still better than you. I'm afraid you are too lazy to move, right?"
Zhou Xingyun: "?"
When the two of them were fighting each other, Duanshui took the trouble to get involved again. The water flow was like the light of a knife reflecting the cold air, approaching the vital point.
Duan Chen's light gray eyes showed no emotion. He seemed to be a little bored. The wind blowing around him silently produced dense cuts. At a speed that no one could react, he forced Duan Shui to the spot and knocked him over with one blow.
On the ground.
"Handsome!! Aoao Ao Duan Chen." Chao Xi Jian came to his senses. In the melee between the sword spirits, basically there was no distinction between friend and foe, but he was particularly repulsive to Duan Shui, probably because of their mutually exclusive attributes.
"Hanshuang." Xie Chuxue tilted her head and motioned for her to come over, "Have you seen Chao Xi? Go, now, and give him a sword."
Hanshuang was stunned for a moment, said oh with no expression on his face, and obeyed obediently.
The ice solidified and was thrown towards the morning and evening sword by her in two swishes, and then it all plunged into the solid ground.
"Fuck you." Jiuxiu turned into a spirit to dodge Hanshuang's move without any warning, and shouted: "You can't come to find trouble with me just because I like Feixianjian, can you?"
Hanshuang raised his hand and several light blue sword shadows appeared, ready to go.
"What about Hanshuang and Zhaoxi? Strictly speaking, there is no restraint relationship between the attributes of these two sword spirits."
When these two sword spirits fight, it only depends on each other's strength.
The leader of the Wenjian Sect pointed at the entangled sword spirits, one red and one blue, in mid-air, "It's still unclear which of the two has a better chance of winning."
The confrontation between Duan Shui and Duan Chen continued. After Duan Chen knocked down the sword spirit, Duan Shui was not a fool. After reacting, he returned all the terrifying attacks, and everything around the two sword spirits was destroyed.
Rather than cleaning up the battlefield, these sword spirits are more like fighting World War II.
The water on Duan Shui's fingertips condensed into a blade, and the sharp wind knife made a crisp collision sound. His eyes turned cold, and the water flow spread out and turned into broken water droplets, penetrating the wind and crushing towards Duan Chen.
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Bu Jian Jun frowned and noticed the continuous fight between Duan Chen and Duan Shui. He held on to the Feixian Sword, which was uncharacteristically trying to break away, "Are you crazy?"
The young man subconsciously grasped the sword tightly.
Turning around, he saw Duan Chen being forced to dodge in all directions by Ye Qinghan's sword spirit. Bu Jianjun was a little crazy, what the hell?
These two days have been very lively.
Various sword spirits exchanged blows, but Bujianjun and Feixianjian were the only ones who remained consistent in their 'love' for each other. The fight was so intense that Feixianjian was repeatedly stepped on the ground by Bujianjun, who had no grace.
At this moment, Feixianjian started to break away frantically, not knowing what to do.
Bu Jianjun tried to stop her from going crazy, but in the end he couldn't stop her, so he could only let go and said, "Okay, okay, you can go play by yourself."
He didn't want to waste time with Feixianjian anymore. Seeing that Duan Chen and Duan Shui were still engaging in a back-and-forth chase, the young man's voice was clear and brisk, "I'll fight him."
You like to change, right? He can change too.
Duan Chen wanted to get rid of this fighting maniac for a long time, but when he saw Bu Jianjun taking over, he immediately retreated to an inconspicuous place, which can be said to be very Buddhist.
Bu Jianjun has various forms, and the black thick mist can be controlled by Duan Shui's moves. Both of them have good experience. One is the sword spirit of the demon king, and the other has fought in the hands of countless powerful people.
This Bu Jianjun is so mean and shameless!
There are endless ways to carry out sneak attacks.
Duan Shui looked at him coldly, "Who did you learn this nasty sneak attack from?"
"I learned it from the Demon Lord." He said confidently, and the corners of his lips curled down coldly, fully demonstrating his contempt for the Demon Lords of the past generations. "Those old guys who don't take showers only have this effect."
"Demon Lord?" Duanshui thought coldly, thinking of the ominous aura on his body, "Are you the Demon Lord's sword?"
Bu Jianjun asked strangely: "What do you think?"
He admitted so eloquently that several sect leaders looked at each other, and even the sect leader of the Wenjian Sect who had mocked you before was silent for a moment.
Then Qin Fanfan broke the calm and turned to look at the group of disciples, "Does this black stick have such an origin?"
One scare after another.
"...We thought you knew this earlier?" Xue Yu lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
Qin Fanfan was shocked. He was going to make trouble. No one had ever told him that Ye Qiao, the black stick, was actually the Demon Lord's sword?