The Transcendent Immortal

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Xiao Chen, who is watching the battle below, suddenly feels cold behind her. At this moment, Xiaoyue has been hiding her strength. I am afraid to keep herself from knowing her true strength. She smiles coldly in your heart. At most, you are only a baby. I don't believe that you can jump into silence.

The battle on the stage is getting more and more fierce, and in the past, the countless people have started to talk about it. The strength of the two people is not much different. The only thing they can fight is the skills of their respective schools, but it is obviously feathery. At the moment, it is down, compared with Qianyumen's exercises, it is still inferior.

Moreover, Xiaoyue's Qiushui sword has not been uncovered from beginning to end. I am afraid that the victory and defeat have been clearly understood. Many people know that Xiaoyue's Qiushui sword is the sword of his ancestors in the past, but it is an ancient magical soldier. And for thousands of years, almost no one has seen Qiushui sword out of the sheath.

Under the public attention, suddenly thirteen golden swords rushed into the sky, and someone immediately exclaimed: "It is Yuqing Profound Truth! Jinghong Sword Song!"

But seeing thirteen golden swords dazzlingly dazzling, thousands of miles of clouds were instantly dispersed, and there was a fascinating trend, Xiao Chen's eyebrows were condensed. Moon Forest is much more powerful, but his face is pale now. Presumably, he will try his best to support it, unable to exert the sword's greatest power.

After thirteen sword lights rushed into the sky, one after another, they cut towards Xiaoyue one after another. The power was so great that a gust of wind blew up on the square. Everyone danced in their clothes, and many people were fascinated by the wind and sand. This sword is amazingly powerful and can be resisted by extraordinary quasi-yuan infant repairers. If Xiaoyue's Qiushui sword will no longer be sheathed, I'm afraid I will lose.

On the stage, Xiaoyue fell back three feet, swept the dust out, and said the word "Autumn No Trace" in the mouth. In the blink of an air, countless sword shadows emerged in the air, resisting the horror of the attack.

Yuntai was violently shaken, and thirteen sword qi were all cancelled, but Xiaoyue also consumed a lot of real energy, a layer of dense sweat beads condensed on his face, and the hair on the ears was also wet by sweat, hair Sticking on the face also has another beauty.

Everyone on the stage could naturally see that she had just managed to resist the blow just now, and shouted, "Autumn sword is coming out of the sheath soon!" Many people here have never seen the autumn sword coming out of the sheath, so they all want to see its truth. .

But Xiaoyue didn't hear it. How could the Qiushui Sword be easily unsheathed? I thought that Yu Yifeng tried hard to spur a startled sword song. It should have been the end of a strong crossbow, thinking about it. Thousands of sword shadows enveloped Yu Yufeng.

Unexpectedly, thirteen golden sword lights rose again, this time even more powerful than the thirteen swords in front of him, Xiaoyue was frightened, never thought he could send two rainbow sword songs in succession, In a hurry, the offensive was taken away, and backed away, resisting the thirteen sword qi of the attack.

Under the stage, Qingyu and others saw their brothers sending out the Rainbow Sword Song twice. They were afraid that they were already overdrawing their lives. For a time, they were worried, and on the high platform, the real person Qing Chen also frowned.

But I heard thunderous sounds above the sky, and the whole gimbal trembles. After thirteen sword angers, Xiaoyue obviously suffered a lot, and her neatly-tied hair was messed up. Flying in the wind.

Yu Yifeng's face was pale and he was panting, and everyone on the stage was breathless and watching the two confrontation at this moment, silent.

"Sorry Yu Yifeng, I must win this game." Xiaoyue moved her lips and said softly.

Yu Yifeng also grinned reluctantly, moving his pale lips: "I also promised them, brother and sister, they must go all out."

In fact, everyone has seen at this moment that Yu Yifeng is just supporting it, and he has twice spurred the Rainbow Sword Song in succession. Zhenyuan ’s wear and tear can be imagined. If he persists, I am afraid that it will hurt himself. Fix it!

At this moment, Yuqingmen suddenly heard the voices of a man, a woman and two children: "Master!"

The crowd looked around, but they saw two children in their twenties. The boy was dressed in a white dress, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and the girl was wearing a light purple skirt with two eyes.

Hearing this familiar voice, Yu Yifeng immediately stared down at the past and was shocked: "Han Xi! Zi Ling! Why are you here!"

The two children were his two young students, Han Xi and Zi Ling. Han Xi put his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Uncle Xiaoyao brought us here, Master, come on!"

Zi Mo smiled and said to the cloud platform: "I forgot to tell you before, the old man I went back to bring them."

Yu Yifeng couldn't be distracted, immediately withdrew his eyes and stared at Xiaoyue. Suddenly, the dusting sword in Xiaoyue's hand shook, and there was a vast immortal force out of the sword sheath.

Yu Yifeng's expression tightened. In fact, he was also afraid of Qiushui's sword coming out of the sheath. On the same day, he had seen the power of this sword in the refining corpse hall of Fengyun Wuxia City. Annihilated.

Seeing Xiaoyue's **** sword shaking endlessly, the crowd below also exclaimed: "Are Qiushui sword finally coming out of the sheath!"

With a loud bang, the Qiu Shui sword came out of the sheath without waiting for the exclamation to subside down, and suddenly turned into a vast white awn. The entire Yutaishan Square.

The elders of each school changed their colors one after another, and even the three senior elders on the high platform were surprised: "Is that the ancient sword of autumn water!"

But seeing the entire sword body is white and flawless, the water ripples can be seen around it, and Xiaoyue jumped forward, catching the sword handle, and said softly: "Sorry Yu Yifeng, autumn water-merciless!"

As her word "relentless" fell, the whole gimbal oscillated. The immense immortal power shocked people. The sword was chopped off, the world lost its color, and the sun and the moon were dark.

At this moment, the cultivators in Tianyuan City can directly see the rising of Mount Baitai in Yutai Mountain without looking through the light curtain.

The elders of the seven or eight Dao Leagues are not good. This sword is afraid of destroying the entire gimbal. Several people immediately joined forces to pour Yuanli onto the gimbal to ensure the stability of the gimbal and not fall down.

However, the entire square was violently windy, even if there was a large array of spiritual forces under the elder cloth, under the impact of this powerful force, many people still felt dizzy.

Han Xi and Zi Ling were already so anxious that their eyes were flushed and shouted, "Master!"

Suddenly, Yu Yifeng jumped forward, holding the Jinghong sword up, but he was trying to cultivate his own behavior, and then took this unmatched sword. Everyone was eclipsed. Looking at the horror, is this sword? Can humans resist it?

With a loud bang, the two swords finally confronted each other, and a fierce elementary force immediately stirred up, and Yuntai suddenly sank down for ten feet, frightening the monks on the square.

Several Daomeng elders also felt their arms sink, and they were almost shocked by this force. Looking at the sky, both Yu Xiao were already hanging in the air, but Yu Yifeng was falling. With a sound of Zheng, the Jinghong sword in his hand made two cuts.

Yu Yifeng hit the cloud platform, causing the dust to fill the sky, and two pieces of residual swords also inserted into the mud beside him.

People are quiet in the square. At this moment, everyone is quietly looking at the light curtain. This is the power of the ancient sword of Qiushui. Although the Jinghong sword is not an ancient magical soldier, it is also a peerless magical soldier in the contemporary era, but In front of the sword, it can only be reduced to the ending.

Everyone knows that the Immortal Sword is destroyed, and the cultivator will be greatly damaged. This time, I am afraid that Yu Yifeng is really hurt.

Zi Ling looked at this scene quietly, tears bursting out of her eyes, and muttered: "Master ... lost ... Master lost, woo ..."

Han Xi was also flushed with red eyes, but he didn't cry. He clenched his teeth tightly and pinched the wooden sword carved by Yu Yifeng.

"Sister, don't cry, Master is the most powerful person in the world. No one can beat Master, Master will not lose ..."

"Woo ... you lie to me, Master's sword is broken ..."

Aside, Xiao Chen heard a sour heart. Master is the most powerful person in the world. Master has magic power, and no one can beat Master ...

Xiaoyue slowly fell on the stage, with a slight apology on her face, and said softly: "Sorry ... I can't lose this game ..."

No one spoke, and the wind was still.

"But ... I can't lose ..."

In the extreme tranquility, only a weak voice sounded, Yu Yifeng stood up slowly, two frightened swords shuddered, and a howling sound also flew out of the mud, turning around him slowly Got up.

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