Pairs of eyes were staring at this scene. Xia Xiaoniu was staring at this scene, and Chen Pipi was also staring at this scene, and they were watching this scene on behalf of some other people. In the dark corner, there was another person.
The little people who dare to be angry but dare not speak are also staring at this scene, waiting for Yu Wushuang to die...
Master Chixiao clenched his fists and blushed. It was his own idea to let his beloved disciple deal with Shen Lang. But he did not expect that Shen Lang actually possessed an immortal sword and could be so powerful.
In front of the powerful fairy sword, even though he had great confidence in Yu Wushuang, he began to feel a little nervous and worried at this time.
The heavy rain was pouring down. Yu Wushuang looked at Shen Lang who was coming with the heavy rain like a murderous god, his face slightly pale. Then he slammed his hands on the ground, stood up, and hid with great reluctance and embarrassment.
Passed Shen Lang's first sword.
But then, the second sword, which was like a tarsal maggot, came again. Yu Wushuang couldn't avoid it. He turned over his hand with an angry expression and took out another sword, and slashed at Shen Lang with all his strength!
Bang...
Amidst the deafening noise, the rain curtains falling from the sky were directly shattered by the sound waves. Countless Qingyun disciples in the martial arts arena quickly blocked their ears with their true energy.
What is really incredible is that this time Yu Wushuang's sword did not break. Instead, Shen Lang, who was holding the fairy sword, was violently knocked back a few steps. Yu Wushuang was also knocked back a few steps at the same time. This time
In the confrontation, the two were almost evenly matched, and neither one took any advantage.
"What kind of sword is that?" People clearly felt that the aura on Yu Wushuang's body had not become stronger, but at this time his strength had actually become stronger. This undoubtedly meant that Yu Wushuang was so powerful at this time.
, related to the sword in his hand.
Shen Lang also stared at the sword in Yu Wu's hands. It was a sword as cold as a peak, capable of swallowing mountains and rivers. He could clearly feel the powerful power contained in the sword, but that kind of power was not the same as that of the fairy sword.
The breath that blends into heaven and earth, or even transcends heaven and earth, is different.
The breath of that sword is not in the sky, but in the world, and it is in the blue clouds. It is a breath that he is very familiar with and hates very much. It is the breath of Master Chixiao...
"It's the Chixiao Sword! The old man's sword from Master Chixiao! The sword passed down from generation to generation by all the previous peak masters of Chixiao Peak!" A cultivator from the Sky Underworld Realm exclaimed, looking at Yu Wushuang in disbelief.
The Chixiao Sword is the number one sword of Chixiao Peak, and it is also the sword used by every peak master of Chixiao Peak. Yu Wushuang can use this sword, which actually means that the real Chixiao Master has already regarded Yu Wushuang as the next peak master.
to cultivate.
When it comes to the nature of the sword itself, the Chixiao Sword, which is made from thousands of years of cold iron essence and supplemented by countless rare treasures, is still far from being comparable to the fairy sword. At most, it is slightly stronger than the Yanyu Sword originally used by Yu Wushuang.
.
But for the existence of a spiritual weapon, the material of the spiritual sword is not actually important. What is really important is the tempering and growth that the sword itself has experienced. For thousands of years, this sword has been used by the masters of the Chixiao Peak in the past, and has been constantly criticized by the strong.
The true energy in the body has been nurtured, and I have experienced countless bloody battles and drank the blood of many strong men!
Such a sword cannot be said to be made of thousands of years of cold iron and gold. Even if it is made of the most ordinary mortal iron, it will become a sword when it has been nurtured by many strong men for thousands of years.
A peerless divine weapon.
And now, such a magical weapon with a long history is in Yu Wushuang's hands.
Facing everyone's shocked gazes, Yu Wushuang slowly stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the sword body. Feeling the strong power of the ancestors slowly flowing within the sword body, she couldn't help but laugh wildly.
"Hahahaha... you really shocked me just now! I originally thought you had an immortal sword in your hand. Even if I took out the Red Sky Sword, it would be difficult to resist it. Now it seems that even if you have an immortal sword,
, the strength is nothing more than this.”
At this time, Master Chixiao also gradually showed a smile. Not only was Yu Wushuang shocked, but he was also really worried just now. Of course, he had known that Yu Wushuang had the Chixiao Sword, but what Shen Lang was holding in his hand was, after all,
It is a legendary and more powerful fairy sword.
Before the two swords confront each other head-on, he can't confirm how much power Shen Lang can exert of the fairy sword, and whether it can be stronger than Yu Wushuang. But now it seems that everything is still under control...
"What a pity! You are still too weak after all. You have only reached the level of the Golden Core Realm in terms of soul. After all, you cannot be regarded as a true Golden Core Realm monk. The power of the fairy sword in your hands is still very limited." Yu Wushuang looked from a distance.
Looking at Shen Lang, he said it was a pity, but the smile on his lips became more and more proud, "What a pity! It's a pity that I can still kill you with the Red Sky Sword."
The wind and rain stopped for a while. Compared with Yu Wushuang's pride and arrogance at this time, Shen Lang, standing in the light curtain of rain, looked particularly calm: "It seems that you have regained your confidence again?"
"Humph! Regaining confidence? Not to regain it, but to deal with you. I have always been confident." Yu Wushuang said disdainfully: "On the other hand, you are obviously at your wits' end. You can't do anything to me even with the fairy sword, but you just pretend to be pretentious.
Calm, don’t you think this is ridiculous? Oh! By the way, maybe you think you can at least be on a draw with me, so I can’t do anything to you? Can’t kill you?”
"Please! Can you take a pee and show your virtue first? Who do you think you are? What state are you in now? You have just barely reached the level of the golden elixir realm in terms of soul, and you have the help of the fairy sword!"
"While saying these words, Yu Wushuang seemed to have a winning chance.
He held it in his hand, with an expression of arrogance and confidence, and commented like a peerless expert: "In terms of movement and speed, you are at most similar to Liao Guanyun, but in terms of understanding of secret techniques, you are even more different from me.
,So, you have no chance in this battle."
In the wind and rain that gradually became smaller, people looked at the wind and rain on the martial arts platform, and looked at Shen Lang who seemed to be in a weak position on the martial arts platform. Yu Wushuang's eyes were also staring at Shen Lang unblinkingly, as if
I wanted to see some worry and frustration on his face.
It's a pity that despite the wind and rain, the ridicule and ridicule, the young man still straightened his back and stood as still as an unshakable ancient pine on the top of the cliff.
"Haha, I think you talk too much nonsense, but I'm sorry, I really don't have the mood to continue listening to your nonsense." Shen Lang smiled coldly, thinking about what a fairy taught him on the huge bed of petals in the cave last night.
Those special methods quietly lifted the restrictions of the Dragon Subduing Ring on his body, smashing through countless wind and rain along the way, and killed Yu Wushuang again.
"Humph! You are really overestimating your abilities! Three moves! If you can take my three moves, I will spare your life!" Yu Wushuang snorted coldly, and the hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and he slashed forward without flinching.