Wherever the strong light passed, all vegetation and life were completely destroyed.
If it weren't for the quick eyesight and quick hands of all the spiritual masters and elders who rescued the Tianlun-level disciples out of the range of their spiritual skills, I don't know how many Tianlun masters would have been affected by Chiyu and died innocently.
Zhong Wen's face turned slightly pale and his breathing was a little rapid.
He possesses two Holy Spirit-level sword skills, namely "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan" obtained through a lottery, and "Star Fall" inherited from the "Sword God" Dugu Xingchen.
There is no distinction between these two swordsmanships, but they each have their own characteristics.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan" is divided into two styles. The real trump card "Return to the Clan" is a power-charging technique, which is extremely powerful but requires a certain amount of preparation time.
"Star Falling" only has one move, but it does not require any accumulation of force. It can burst out with extremely powerful lethality in an instant, but at the price, it has great requirements on the consumption of spiritual power in a short period of time.
Facing an opponent of Jian Xingluo's level, Zhong Wen decisively chose the more explosive "Star Fall".
After dozens of breaths passed, the bright light covering the entire mountain gradually dissipated.
Above the messy mountain peaks, two figures stood in the air.
Jian Xingluo breathed rapidly, his chest heaved, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened as wide as it could, almost enough to fit an egg into it.
"Ju, he actually blocked it!"
Looking at Zhong Wen, who was slightly pale but still calm and composed, he could hardly believe his eyes.
Can't you beat him after all?
Zhong Wen looked indifferent on the surface, but in fact, the spiritual power in his body was already empty. He was using the "Five Yuan Divine Art"'s ability to devour spiritual power to continuously absorb the spiritual power dispersed in the surrounding air into his body.
After all, Jian Xingluo was one of the best figures in the entire Tianjian Villa, and he had already faintly touched the legendary realm. With the attack just now, Zhong Wen, even though he tried his best, still failed to gain the upper hand.
As more and more spiritual energy poured into his dantian, his mind gradually calmed down, and his eyes regained their confidence.
"Do you want to fight again?" He smiled and looked at Jian Xingluo and asked.
"Don't you think I'm that old man from Jian Yicheng? I like to go back on my word." Jian Xingluo said with an angry look on his face, "It's just a move after I say it. Since you can take my move 'Dragon's Song in the Sky', you can naturally do it." You won!"
"Your Excellency is indeed an honest gentleman, and you are not on the same level as a villain like Jian Yicheng." Zhong Wen straightened his face and said in a sincere tone, "I admire you Zhong Wen!"
"That's natural." Jian Xingluo was praised by him, and his face suddenly showed a smug look, "How can that shameless old ghost be compared with me? You are a good boy, knowledgeable and powerful, and your future is limitless. When things are over here, you can come and have a drink with the old man."
"As you wish." Zhong Wen said with a smile.
As expected, Jian Xingluo stopped taking action. He flashed in a flash and appeared next to Jian Qingmei below. He said with shame on his face: "Junior sister, I'm sorry that I couldn't defeat him."
"Senior Brother Xingluo, there is no need to blame yourself." Jian Qingmei looked at the majestic Zhong Wen in the sky in surprise, as if he suddenly thought of something, and said softly, "Maybe this is the best way to handle it."
The surrounding disciples of Tianjian Villa were far less calm than Jian Qingmei, and they had already exploded.
"I-I'm not in a dream, right?" One disciple stammered, "Even Elder Sword Star Luo can't defeat him?"
"Where did this monster come from, and he single-handedly singled out the five elders of our Tianjian Villa?"
"Even Elder Sword Star Luo can't stand him. Now only the Great Elder can match him."
"That young man is just a cunning person. Elder Sword Star Luo just fell into his trick and made a pact, otherwise he will definitely lose if the fight continues!"
"Even if you only have one move, can you catch Elder Sword Star Luo's 'Dragon's Song of the Nine Sky'?"
"this……"
Chief Jian Yi sighed, took a step slowly, and appeared in front of Zhong Wen.
Staring at the young man in front of him with simple clothes and delicate appearance, his heart was full of bitterness and emotion.
He never expected that he just impulsively wanted to accept a disciple, but he actually caused such trouble for Tianjian Villa.
After five people took action, even if he could defeat Zhong Wen, the reputation of Tianjian Villa would inevitably be greatly damaged.
And once he loses, it means that the entire Tianjian Villa has been beaten into obedience by a boy who is less than twenty years old and will never be able to hold his head up again.
Zhong Wen's earth-shattering sword strike just now left an indelible mark on his heart.
At this moment, Jian Yicheng's expression was more solemn than ever before, and his whole body exuded an extremely sharp sword intent, as if he was about to pierce the sky.
This old ghost is getting closer and closer to that step!
Feeling the aura of Jian Yicheng, Jian Xingluo was quite shocked. He felt that the strength of this old opponent was far beyond his imagination.
The hair on Zhong Wen's body stood on end, and the fighting instinct of his "demon spirit body" kept warning him that the person in front of him was an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.
He slowly raised his sword, and the "Five Yuan Divine Art" in his body was running rapidly, constantly extracting the spiritual power in the air, trying to speed up his recovery.
"Zhong Wen, let me do this!"
Lin Zhiyun, who had been standing silently behind her, suddenly spoke.
"Sister Palace Master, I can still fight again." Zhong Wen was stunned when he heard this and said quickly.
"I know." Lin Zhiyun shook her head and said softly, "I want to fight him again."
The two looked at each other, and Zhong Wen read a soft and firm meaning in the eyes of the palace master's sister.
"Sister, be careful." He suddenly understood Lin Zhiyun's thoughts, nodded obediently, and moved sideways to get out of the way.
Lin Zhiyun moved lightly, with a fairy-like posture, and instantly appeared where Zhong Wen originally stood, looking directly at Jian Yicheng opposite.
"Lin Zhiyun, the master of Piaohua Palace." She opened her red lips lightly and said in a voice like an oriole, "Please give me your advice."
A soft aura emanated from her body. It was neither a skill nor a spiritual skill, but more like an artistic conception.
Jian Yicheng felt a warmth and comfort in his heart, and his full fighting spirit actually dissipated a lot in an instant.
"I didn't expect that in just ten days, one of you was promoted to Spirit Master, and the other successfully achieved enlightenment." He asked with some surprise, "Could there be a great opportunity in this endless sea of clouds?"
"After this battle, I hope you can let Qiqi go." Lin Zhiyun did not answer directly. Instead, she pressed her with words, "Robbing another disciple by force is not the behavior of a well-known and decent sect."
"Girl, with your abilities, you are more than enough to teach that girl." Jian Yicheng smiled bitterly and said, "The old man was impulsive, but he made a mess. Regardless of victory or defeat, this apprentice will definitely return it to you. "
"Thank you!" Lin Zhiyun got the answer she wanted and stopped rambling. She swung the sword in her hand and thousands of golden spiritual swords appeared behind her.
The surface of each spiritual sword exuded bone-chilling chills and frightening power, as well as an indescribable and mysterious artistic conception.
I don’t know how the palace owner’s sister’s “way of fraternity” is so gentle, how can she use it against the enemy?
Zhong Wen's eyes were unblinking, and he stared nervously at the two people confronting each other in the field, unwilling to miss any moment of this battle.
"Girl, let's fight quickly!" Jian Yicheng had fought against Lin Zhiyun once before. He knew that the other party was strong and had no intention of testing her again, so he said straightforwardly.
He raised his long sword and slowly stretched it forward. Six black spiritual swords appeared in the air around him, spinning rapidly around his body, forming a powerful sword energy field.
"Seven Styles of Heavenly Sword!" Jian Yicheng shouted angrily.
The sword energy field rotated faster and faster, making bursts of sharp air friction sounds. It was so powerful that it was actually a bit stronger than the previous fight between the two.
"Return to the clan!"
Lin Zhiyun screamed, and the sword light in the sky quickly gathered above her head, turning into a huge and unrivaled divine sword, exuding a fierce power that looked down on the world, like a king in the sword, with a sword cry, making all swords in the world surrender.
Same opponent, same magical skills.
The two earth-shaking peerless spiritual skills once again collided passionately, and their power was no less powerful than the duel between Jian Xingluo and Zhong Wen.
With the previous experience, the disciples of Tianjian Villa below were well prepared, and they all tried their best to retreat into the distance, for fear of turning into fish in a pond and suffering misfortune.
However, the two seemingly more ferocious spiritual skills collided together. Although it also created a terrifying scene of flying sand and rocks, and the earth shattering, the destructive power it brought to the surroundings was far less than the previous contest.
This, this is!
When the spiritual power came into contact, Jian Yicheng suddenly felt that he had exerted his sword energy field, and was surrounded by a gentle breath. Like a frog in warm water, it was gradually weakening, declining, and becoming silent.
"Is this your way?" Jian Yicheng's eyes sparkled, and his hands clicked together.
The six black spiritual swords were spinning faster and faster, and the area covered by the sword energy field was getting tighter and tighter. There was a faint feeling that they were becoming one.
As the distance between the six spiritual swords gradually approached, the sword energy domain emitted an angry roar, and its power increased geometrically, trying to break through the siege of the gentle aura.
Under the sudden increase in pressure, Lin Zhiyun still looked troubled. She just moved her jade feet, took two steps back, then stretched out her white jade-like left hand and gently grabbed it from the air.
Jian Yicheng felt a strong wind coming from behind. He was startled and pointed with his backhand.
A sharp sword energy shot out from the fingertips and collided with the strong wind coming from behind. With a soft "pop" sound, the two forces canceled each other out in the air and disappeared.
However, in just such a moment, the sword energy field lost his full control, and the momentum instantly weakened, and was once again suppressed by the golden giant sword and the gentle breath.
Jian Yicheng clasped his hands together again, trying to strengthen the sword energy field again, but saw Lin Zhiyun's delicate left hand grabbing it from the air again.
Jian Yicheng felt an invisible force coming from above his head, and had to raise his left hand again to fight it off.
Lin Zhiyun's power was unforgiving, and her left hand kept changing its position, sometimes as a palm, sometimes as a claw. Waves of invisible energy hit Jian Yicheng from all directions and angles, forcing him to be exhausted and unable to concentrate anymore. Using the "Seven Heavenly Sword Styles", the sword energy field was eroded by the gentle breath, and the breath became weaker and weaker, and was completely suppressed by the golden giant sword.
What kind of ghost skill is this!
The strange attacks coming from all directions gave Jian Yicheng a headache. However, every energy was so powerful that he had to concentrate on dealing with it with all his strength. As a result, both his left and right hands fell on him at the same time. Downwind.
"Sister, Junior Sister, are all the young people today such evildoers?" Looking at the embarrassed Jian Yicheng in the sky, Jian Xingluo opened his mouth and stammered, "Brother, I suddenly feel that most of my life, I have been so evil. Live like a dog.”
The "lifelong enemy" Jian Yicheng was actually at a disadvantage by a young woman, which made him feel as if his faith had collapsed.
"There are always some geniuses in the world who cannot be judged by common sense." Jian Qingmei suppressed the shock in her heart and comforted her softly, "Senior Brother Xingluo is already one of the best in the world, how can we underestimate ourselves?"
"Hehe, it turns out that junior sister understands me." Jian Xingluo's face instantly glowed red after being praised by Jian Qing's eyebrows, and he no longer looked at all depressed.
No, no one can lose to her!
There was a voice roaring in Jian Yicheng's heart.
If he steals his apprentice to teach, but finds out in the end that he can't beat the master, then his old face will never find a place to put it aside.
"The Seventh Form of Heavenly Sword!"
Jian Yicheng suddenly kicked off his legs, lifting his figure several feet higher. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he formed a strange sword technique with both hands.
At this moment, his face was pale, and there was a faint trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, as if he was under great pressure.
The six black spiritual swords in the air suddenly merged together and turned into a huge black sword. A terrifying aura that could destroy the world and destroy the world was exuded from the sword, as if it was going to cut the entire world into pieces.
