|||->->Cheng Ling nodded calmly, looked at Yun Jingwen and said, "In that case, let's take action!"
Buzz~!
Yun Jingwen took out a long sword from the storage ring and unsheathed it in an instant. A cold breath swept over, heavy snow flew in the sky, and the sword energy rolled up a blizzard, making it impossible to look straight at it.
"The sky is full of snowflakes!"
Cheng Ling's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that she still used a sword. The blood in his body is boiling. He is the second-ranked core disciple of Piaomiao Snow Sect. With such strength, he can test his own combat power.
A sound like a dragon's roar came out, and the Dragon's Yin Sword flashed through a bright light, and wisps of green smoke spread out, soft and soft to the extreme. Penetrating into the snowflakes all over the sky.
The misty waves of the Nine Ultimate Sword!
The Nine Jue Sword is a heaven-level swordsmanship that Cheng Ling obtained from the secret realm of the Sword Tomb. After more than ten years of immersion and integration with Cheng Ling's own habits, it has advanced to the top of the heaven-level swordsmanship. The power has been greatly improved, and it is several times more powerful than ordinary sect secret arts.
Facing a disciple of Yun Jingwen's level, it was the ninety-first battle in the group arena, and there was no point in hiding his strength anymore. Therefore, from the beginning, Cheng Ling used 100% of his combat power to win the battle in a short time.
The curling smoke and snowflakes intertwined together, and the two of them exchanged the first move, and neither one could do anything to the other. They each improved their swordsmanship by one level, and Yun Jingwen screamed: "It's snowing heavily!"
The long sword swung, and the snowflakes in the void became more frequent, falling one by one, and the sharp sword energy shot out.
"A spark that starts a prairie fire"
Cheng Lingjian's aura changed, and the curling smoke instantly turned into a fiery red morning glow. The hot breath spread out on the arena, violently colliding with the icy energy in the air. The entire arena space was like two heavens of ice and fire. The monks watching all around felt that the spiritual power in their bodies was not flowing smoothly.
"Aoxue Lingshuang"
The two qi energies were at a stalemate, Yun Jingwen's face remained calm, but her star-like bright eyes shone with solemn light. The sword moves changed again, the cold air increased again, and the snowflakes seemed to turn into ice crystals, swarming in. .
The sword was too fierce. Cheng Ling temporarily avoided the sharp edge and drew dozens of rays of light with his long sword, forming a fine sword net. The third of the nine unique swords, the shore of the land!
"Flowers, Snow and Moon"
The ice crystals rose again, the wind swept across, the sword speed increased, and a strong blizzard brewed in the silence.
Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, and he thought to himself: Let's see if your artistic conception of snow is stronger, or my artistic conception of ice is more powerful!
The fourth of the Nine Ultimate Swords, frozen three feet!
In an instant, the entire underground arena felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar. The two of them spread their own cold air. The monks watching the battle around them were all shivering, and their brows and eyes were covered with a layer of frost. Just watching the two people fighting on the stage, they were both shocked and speechless.
“Adding insult to injury”
Yun Jingwen didn't expect that Cheng Ling's swordsmanship was so superb, and his own artistic conception of ice was not inferior to hers. He could use all his killing moves without taking any advantage. With a fierce heart, the artistic conception of snow poured into the sword force even more crazily, exerting its own strength to the limit.
Cheng Ling became more and more excited as he fought. In the previous ninety battles, he had met some strong men. But no one had Yun Jingwen's fighting power. After a stalemate, he met his opponent, and his understanding of the Nine Ultimate Sword improved to a higher level.
"Golden light shines on the world"
The sword technique changed again, and the extremely cold freezing air transformed into a dazzling golden light, which seemed to be the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth. It was upright, domineering, and like the sun shining, and seemed to completely melt the ice crystals all over the sky.
"Heavy snow seals the mountain"
Facing the gradually melting ice crystals, Yun Jingwen changed her sword moves again, and the sword energy burst out. The overwhelming snowflakes suddenly increased several times in size, falling like dense leaves, almost covering Cheng Ling completely. ,
"Ten Thousand Rivers of Flowing Water"
Running water does not rot and door hinges do not become beetles. No matter how big the snowflake is, it will be annihilated when it encounters the endless flow of water.
The two of them were going back and forth, switching between offense and defense, and there were endless exquisite sword moves. The monks who were watching were all dumbfounded and their blood was boiling.
Nangong Hao and Master Jiao's eyes flashed with solemnity. It was so unexpected that Cheng Ling's combat prowess could be on par with Yun Jingwen's.
In another VIP room, several old men looked at the two people fighting on the ring with piercing eyes, their attention completely attracted. The old man in the middle said: "Okay! This guy's swordsmanship is really superb, and judging from his sword handling technique, there seems to be some traces of ancient swordsmanship."
"Yes, Mr. Wu saw it very accurately. I feel the same way. Could it be that there is still a legacy left in that lineage?"
"We must be cautious about this matter. We have spent thousands of years unable to enter that legendary place, and how did he get the inheritance. If this battle can be won, I decided to send Zi Qian to meet him for a while. "
"Mr. Wu, Zi Qian is one of the top three core disciples in the sect. Even if he can defeat Yun Jingwen, he will still have depleted 7788% of his true energy. Is it unfair?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm just testing the opponent's sword skills, and then let Zi Qian admit defeat!"
On the ring, the battle continued, and the two had been fighting for half an hour. Yun Jingwen's understanding of the artistic conception of snow has reached 90%, and the inheritance of the Piaomiao Snow Sect is extremely strong. Her sword skills are displayed continuously, like the Yangtze River, without losing the slightest bit!
Cheng Ling used the Jiu Jue Sword to its limit, but the original sword technique of the Jiu Jue Sword did not contain sword intent. He integrated his own sword intent into it. Although the power was enhanced, it was not true. Therefore, the several old men in the VIP room could only vaguely feel the traces of sword cultivation, but could not be sure.
So far, all the sword moves that integrate the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth have been executed. Still unable to suppress Yun Jingwen, she had to expose some of her trump cards. He is different from Yun Jingwen. The opponent only needs to fight this one battle, but he still needs to fight nine more, which is not cost-effective.
As soon as the sword power condensed, a soaring sword intention spread from the body, as if piercing the space of the underground arena, pointing straight into the sky. Endless sharp edges appeared, and the snow in the sky was cut in half in an instant. The sword energy fired by Yun Jingwen collided with the sharp edge emanating from Cheng Ling, and instantly collapsed.
She took a few steps back, her bright eyes full of shock, and said in disbelief: "Ninety percent sword power!"
In the VIP room, the two old men sitting in the middle could no longer maintain their indifferent expressions. They stood up suddenly, took a few steps forward, and came to the transparent shield for viewing.
The old man named Mr. Wu said in a trembling voice: "Ninety percent sword power is amazing, really amazing! Is this his hidden strength?"
The remaining old men also had shocked expressions on their faces. Their own sword power had only reached 80% of its peak, and those in Canglan Continent who could reach 90% were less than one palm. But don’t forget, the years they spend on cultivating Taoism are more than Cheng Ling’s
Hundreds of times more.
Looking at the sword intent emitted by Cheng Ling, it was condensed, pure, and could almost be condensed into an illusory long sword. This is obviously not achieved in a short time, but has been immersed in it for a long time.
Cheng Ling slowly raised the Dragon Sword and shouted in a low voice: "There is no limit to the sea of blood!"
The sword intent soaring to the sky, filled with killing intent, struck fiercely towards Yun Jingwen.
This sword was made by merging his own killing intention and the blood energy in the Blood Demon Land, and it was extremely powerful. Moreover, that kind of killing mood can also disturb other people's souls, just like being in a sea of blood purgatory.
Yun Jingwen was horrified, her soul felt a slight tremor, and the violent killing intent rushed directly into her soul consciousness sea. If she did not expel it, her mental power would be greatly depleted. She held the sword in her right hand, and hundreds of rays of light flashed through her in an instant. The snowflakes scattered in the air were instantly attracted to her side, transforming into an iceberg, tenaciously resisting the murderous intention soaring into the sky.
"Yes, I actually blocked it, but I don't know how many swords you can block!"
After the words fell, his arm exerted force, and the sword speed increased sharply. The Dragon chanting sword almost turned into an afterimage, and its appearance could not be clearly seen at all. Under the pressure of the powerful sword, the iceberg gradually collapsed, but Yun Jingwen was still struggling to hold on.
Cheng Ling's eyes flashed with appreciation. From the previous battle, he felt that Yun Jingwen had 80% peak sword power. Therefore, he also suppressed his sword power to 80% of its peak, and then fought for nearly half an hour. Until now, 92% of the sword intent has been released to completely suppress it.
Don't underestimate this slight difference, the swordsman's attack power has always been terrifying. When combined with sword intent, the resulting bonus is completely unimaginable. It is very rare for an ordinary swordsman to comprehend 70% of the sword's meaning throughout his life.
Yun Jingwen's talent is excellent, reaching 80% of the peak sword power, which is considered the peak of the monks in the integration stage. But Cheng Ling's soul was extremely powerful, and coupled with his heaven-defying understanding, he broke through the shackles and achieved the 90% sword power that only Mahayana monks can aspire to.
The difference during this period is simply like the difference between ten times of steel refining and a hundred refining of steel, and the attack power generated instantly increases several times.
Yun Jingwen is indeed an outstanding disciple of the Piaomiao Snow Sect. Facing a powerful attack, the sect's heritage is reflected. When the iceberg in front of her collapsed, she fused the ice crystals together, compressed the covering area, and condensed an ice ball. The true energy in her body was poured into it, and she still remained undefeated.
Cheng Ling frowned. The core disciples of Piaomiao Snow Sect were indeed powerful. Even with 90% of their sword power, they couldn't be defeated in a short time. They couldn't delay it any longer. There were still nine battles to come. It was hard to predict, so we could only use heavy moves!
The dragon's chanting sword drew two strange arcs. The sword's intent, which was originally full of blood and killing, instantly became void, disappearing and appearing, as if it were a real illusion. Suddenly, dozens of sword energy enveloped Yun Jingwen, shooting away at extremely fast speeds.
The Nine Ultimate Swords of Eternity!
With this sword, he integrated the artistic conception of space, making the sword moves ethereal and unable to grasp the direction at all. And with the blessing of the spatial artistic conception, the void around the arena seemed to be split apart, tearing out space cracks!
laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!
Space cracks swept across, Yun Jingwen hurriedly dodged, but the sword energy was unpredictable at all, and her robe was torn in many places! She was shocked, staggered back, and lost her balance.
At this moment, Cheng Lingxuan walked out in an air-step and came to her side in an instant. The dragon chanting sword was already placed on the snow-white jade neck!
