Chapter 1372 The sword of the blue-shirted swordsman
Xizhou.
Qingshan Sword Ancestor came to a small town, where Brother Pingtou and Hu Dahong temporarily lived.
Hu Dahong asked curiously: "Qingshan Jianzu, do you know where the Pingshui Pavilion is?"
"It is a famous landmark building in Xizhou. It looks like a broken avenue vase. According to legend, it was a semi-finished treasure made by a holy saint. It formed a lake and attracted countless people to visit."
Qingshan Sword Ancestor explained.
"I don't know why Tianliao Xiansheng placed the battle site there. Moreover, he took the initiative to say that the decisive battle will take place in three days. He must be preparing for it."
Fox Dahong is very smart.
After thinking for a moment, she guessed this.
"I happen to have to spend a few days sorting out my swordsmanship. For me, delaying the competition for three days is also a good thing."
The blue-shirted Sword Ancestor laughed instead.
These words made Hu Dahong's eyes widen, and he complained in his heart: "These old foxes are all scheming. They are so insidious!"
She felt that she was already very cunning.
However, compared with old foxes such as Qingshan Sword Ancestor and Tianliao Xiansheng, I am really just a young fox, far less cunning than them.
In the yard.
The blue-shirted Sword Ancestor was cross-legged on the ground, forming a seal with his hands. The three sage-level long swords behind him were automatically unsheathed, overlapping in mid-air, with strange formations emerging.
"very good!"
"It's almost successful."
The green-shirted swordsman looked at the three long swords in front of him, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.
at the same time.
In an ancient city hundreds of millions of miles apart, Tian Liao Xian Sheng opened an underground secret chamber.
Looking at the statue in the darkness, he grinned and said, "Haha! You're just a green-shirted swordsman, wait until I use this backhand, and I'll kill you like you're picking something out of a bag."
News of the life-and-death battle between Qingshan Sword Ancestor and Tian Liao Xian Sheng quickly spread throughout Xizhou.
Even in Zhongzhou, Tianzhou and other places, there were practitioners who heard about this and stepped onto the teleportation array one after another, even at the expense of huge sums of money, to go to Xizhou to watch the battle.
For a time, the area near Pingshui Tower was overcrowded.
…
Three days later.
Bottle of water tower.
This is a large landmark building located in the center of Xizhou. It looks like a broken avenue vase with a waterfall as high as ten thousand feet high.
From far away, you can hear the roar of water.
Look from a distance.
Rainbows, mist, white clouds and other scenery overlap to form an exquisite picture.
now.
Countless practitioners have gathered near the Pingshui Pavilion, all waiting eagerly.
In the void.
Ye Feng, Tiandao Monkey, Fox Concubine and others were sitting in the palace formed by white clouds, drinking tea, looking down, waiting for the arrival of the warring parties.
"Why aren't you here yet?"
"We've been waiting for so long, and there's no sign of anyone. Are they going to fight?"
"Shh!"
"Please keep your voice down, those are Tian Liao Xian Sheng and Qing Shi Sword Ancestor. Both of them are strong among Xian Sheng. Be careful they chop off your head."
People kept talking.
Tear it apart!
A ray of sword light flashed across the sky, killing the impatient cultivator, and blood spattered.
"hiss!"
Everyone quickly retreated.
next moment.
An old figure walked towards him with a long sword on his back. It was Tian Liao Xian Sheng, with a face full of indifference.
"It's so noisy!"
"If you don't want to see it, then get out!"
"Stop forcing Lai Lai here."
Tian Liao Xian Sheng folded his arms and spoke indifferently.
When everyone heard this, they stepped back one after another, not even daring to take a breath, their eyes filled with fear.
"You're really overbearing!"
An old voice came, and everyone immediately looked around, only to see the blue-shirted Sword Ancestor carrying three long swords on his back, stepping into the void, causing the vitality to fluctuate around him.
"Qing Shi Sword Ancestor, you are finally here. Today, I want to see how capable you are." Tian Liao Xian Sheng sneered.
"It's enough to kill you." Qingshan Sword Ancestor said.
"Kill me? Hahaha! Even in the middle stage of becoming a saint, you can't kill me." Tianliao Xian Sheng released the momentum of the late stage of becoming a saint, clearly overpowering the Qing Shi Sword Ancestor, making the void continue to wail.
"Very strong momentum!" The green-shirted Sword Ancestor frowned, feeling the pressure.
"When will it start?" Tian Liao Xian Sheng asked.
"This place is not suitable for use. How about we go to an open area and fight?" The green-shirted sword ancestor pointed to the distance, where there was a wasteland with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.
"Okay, let's get started!"
Tianliao Xiansheng didn't talk nonsense. He took one step and arrived at the center of the wasteland. He turned around and waited for the arrival of the Qingshan Sword Ancestor.
"Wait until I kill you!"
The green-shirted Sword Ancestor jumped up and landed in front of Tian Liao Xian Sheng. The two sides faced each other across a hundred feet.
For a moment, the surrounding void trembled crazily.
Countless thick dust rolled out, engulfing the surrounding void. Fortunately, everyone had advanced cultivation and their eyes penetrated the fog and saw the two people confronting each other.
High in the air.
Ye Feng opened the data panel.
【Elders Battle】
[Game 1: Qingshan Sword Ancestor VS Tian Liao Xian Sheng]
[Reputation value: 789 million/1 billion]
At this time, the two sides were only in the confrontation stage, but due to the spread of the three days, countless people learned about this battle, thus bringing a lot of reputation points.
"Good guy!"
"This battle seems a bit easy."
Ye Feng touched his chin.
All around the wasteland.
Countless practitioners stood in the air, watching the battle with Hu Dahong, Brother Pingtou and others.
Clang!
Tianliao Xiansheng and Qingshan Sword Ancestor are both saints of swordsmanship. The power of their swords continues to increase, turning into countless substantial sword shadows, slashing in mid-air.
Countless voids were shattered.
It seems that the two sides are not taking action, but in fact, they have already begun to compete.
This is the impact of the sword!
If you are not careful, you will be backlashed.
They didn't speak, they just held the sword in their hands and looked at each other coldly, their eyes full of determination.
There was a "boom" sound.
The void between the two people suddenly erupted with shock waves, which were several times more terrifying than the full force of the ordinary manifestation of the saint, causing everyone to fall back.
"What a terrifying sword power!"
"Isn't it possible that ordinary manifestations of saints can't stop their swords?"
Many spectators were trembling.
Click!
After a long collision, one person's sword finally broke, and a cry was heard.
"Look!"
"The body of Tianliao Xiansheng is trembling!"
Someone shouted.
Everyone looked immediately and saw that Tian Liao Xiansheng began to retreat, and there were fine blood marks on his face, as if he had been cut by a terrible sword.
"Okay, very good! I didn't expect that your sword power is stronger than mine. It's because I was blind before."
Tianliao Xiansheng continues to retreat.
His body was trembling continuously and was covered with various blood marks, all of which were cut by the Qing Shi Sword Ancestor's sword. The blood was flowing down.
It didn't take long.
Tianliao Xiansheng has been dyed into a bloody man.
"You are defeated!" The Sword Master in Qingyi's hand squeezed the sword technique, and the sword power on his body became more and more powerful.
"Defeat? You think too much!"
Tian Liao Xian Sheng looked up to the sky and laughed, his hands suddenly made seals, the ground suddenly shook, and countless cracks appeared, as big as a canyon.
Immediately afterwards, a dark statue rose into the sky.
"This is the statue of the ancient saint of the undead, and it was actually taken by Tian Liao Xian Sheng!" Someone recognized the statue and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Danger!" Qingshan Sword Ancestor looked at the statue and felt cold all over.
next moment.
With a "click" sound, the statue of the undead ancient saint cracked inch by inch, turning into black stone powder and covering the body surface of Tianliao Xian Sheng, which caused his cultivation level to increase dramatically, and he was instantly promoted to the peak of Xian Sheng.
His body surface is also covered with indestructible stone armor.
"You are dead!"
Tian Liao Xian Sheng sneered, held the long sword behind his back, and slashed at the Qing Shi Sword Ancestor with a solemn expression from afar.
"Three Killing Sword Formation, start!"
The blue-shirted swordsman didn't dare to hide, he made a hand seal with both hands, and the three holy swords behind his back were unsheathed at the same time.
Clang!
The loud roar of the sword rose into the sky and spread across hundreds of millions of miles in an instant. Countless practitioners felt a tingling sensation on their skin, as if they were facing the God of Death and were filled with fear.