During the collision, the huge knife shadow was extremely terrifying. Even the cold light of the galaxy would open a hole.
Yang Pi's body was filled with anger and cruelty, constantly pouring into Chongjun.
However, Qingyue Dharma and Qingzhen merged into one, like a hard turtle shell. Yang Pi's knife had no impact at all. Even between the intertwined forces, Qingzhen actually started to make sneak attacks again.
Yang Pi snorted coldly and said, "Are all the Qingyue Sect like this?" He glared at Qingzhen with contempt.
Qingzhen was completely unmoved, and his figure gradually emerged from the Dharma Appearance, saying: "Strength is the last word, and I only focus on results. As for the process, if it is despicable, what can I do?"
The Qingyue double-edged sword relies on the Qingyue Dharma, and Qingzhen is completely invincible, which greatly boosts Qingzhen's confidence.
Especially Yang Pi's terrifying knife blow just now made Qingzhen determined. As long as he delayed it long enough, he would definitely kill Yang Pi.
Qing Zhen was extremely jealous because of his natural sword bones and the heart of a swordsman.
"What a set of hypocritical rhetoric." Yang Pi was a little weak. He was almost at full strength, but the opponent's Qingyue Dharma Form was so terrifying that it was impossible to break through it with the power of the Chongjun Sword.
Is this all we can do? Yang Pi was very anxious.
No, if this continues, the other party will consume very little, but as time goes by, you will consume a lot, which is not good for you.
However, facing Qingyue Dharma, he was really powerless.
At this moment, Yang Pi suddenly thought of someone.
Yang Ning, especially Yang Ning's sword-drawing skills, although this swordsmanship looks extremely rough, every burst of power within a short period of time makes even Yang Pi feel frightened.
knife? sword?
Yang Pi fell into deep thought.
Knives are different from swords in that they focus more on opening and closing, but my own knife is more focused on strength. One knife is like mountains and rivers, and one knife can break everything.
But the sword is different. The sword can explode instantly, and the sword can be concentrated at one point.
In other words, the power of the sword was advancing all the way, but the power of the sword exploded in an instant.
But between the two, they are both unique characteristics among cultivators.
But Yang Pi firmly believed that this was not the difference between knives and swords, and if he wanted to find a way to break Qingyue's Dharma from knives and swords, he still needed to do in-depth research.
Yang Ning's sword-drawing technique is the best example. With a little effort in an instant, the sword force bursts out several times the strength in an instant. This is the biggest feature of Yang Ning's sword technique.
But can a heavy Jun knife be used?
Yang Pi was very suspicious.
Because there is a huge difference between swords.
But other than that, what other method do I have to break through the green moon's appearance, which is like a turtle shell?
The art of drawing swords...the art of drawing swords...
Yang Pi's mind kept replaying the scene of Yang Ning practicing this sword skill hard.
The sword is an extension of the arm. If you can merge the sword with the human body, you can already find such a balance point to condense the power of the sword into the blade. This is also the essence and key of Yang Ning's sword-drawing technique.
The sword returned to its sheath, and the green gown gradually calmed down, meditating.
Qingzhen could only hide in it, unwilling to look too far. Yang Pi's sword was too terrifying, and his Qingyue double-edged sword was completely unable to parry it. But now that he saw Yang Pi starting to meditate, he couldn't help but doubt in his heart. After all, such a genius , it is impossible to be so peaceful for no reason.
Always on guard, Qingyue Dharma has become one with himself, and the consumption on himself is minimal.
For a moment, the Baizhang space seemed to be completely silent.
On the other side, the battle of Miao Valley Saint Ronxiang is much simpler. The fingers are entwined, and it is lifelike, like a blooming flower. Especially the battle scenes give people a more pleasing feeling.
"It's so beautiful..." The opponent was completely silent, unable to extricate himself.
A faint fragrance made it impossible for the opponent to parry, and he quickly conquered her. Even without using much force, the opponent was willing to leave the throne.
The orchid-like sound in the empty valley makes people imagine all kinds of things.
"Famous beauties fall in love with each other..."
A flower blooms in full bloom, and its face cannot be seen, but its graceful figure is enough. The graceful and graceful figure makes the person on the throne completely unable to extricate itself.
"I didn't expect that the majestic Mao Yongyi still couldn't escape the vicious hands of Saint Ronxiang."
"Mao Yongyi, the most outstanding disciple of Qihan Pavilion, it is said that he practiced hard for ten years and finally became what he is today, but now it seems that he is just average."
"No, you are wrong..."
"wrong?"
"Wrong." The speaker paused, and then said: "It's not that Mao Yongyi is not strong. It is said that he is on the Bai Xiaosheng ranking list and is enough to rank in the top two hundred. However, his opponent is Miao Gu Sheng. female."
"Moreover, Mao Yongyi is very powerful, but after ten years of hard training, his actual combat experience is somewhat lacking."
"The throne here is already at the thirteenth place..."
"The Saint of Miao Valley is naturally more than that."
As Longxiang's figure gradually dimmed, a blooming flower stamen completely disrupted Mao Yongyi's heart.
After all, Kuxiu was still unable to resist Longxiang's technique, and was taken off the throne and out of the hundred-foot space here.
The holy girl is refined from the secular world, and her aura is like a hibiscus in clear water, which makes people pity her. And Mao Yongyi's defeat just now is even more bizarre, which makes many people puzzled. After all, Mao Yongyi failed directly before taking action, so The battle scenes are really unacceptable.
But those who understand understand that Saintess Longxiang's technique is really weird.
Behind the throne, Yang Ning had fought fifteen times in a row. In each battle, Li Jian used the light of the sword to draw the sword. There were even two people who could not receive the next sword at all and were defeated directly.
"Yang Ning, please take a rest..." Qiang Rong knew that he couldn't persuade him, but he still wanted to persuade him. In the past, no one has done this in the Conferring the King's Palace, but they all failed. You must know that being able to fight all the way up from the Mountain and River Map and reach the Conferring the King's Palace already means that this person is extraordinary. What's more, such a battle is more beneficial to oneself. It's a huge consumption.
After clearing the sword, the heart of the sword becomes clear.
Yang Ning is going in this direction, but if the sword's heart is clear, it requires endless fighting. Only by personally experiencing the sword's killing power, and only by experiencing the sword's repeated tempering, can one truly understand the sword's heart and truly understand his thoughts.
Yang Ning is studying the sword at this moment, and the Killing Sword is no better than other spiritual swords. Its own past is the history of sword cultivation. This is why Yang Ning wants to completely release the killing light in the Killing Sword. .
"It's okay." Yang Ning opened the sixteenth throne space.
And not far away, a white shadow appeared. In Bai Xiaosheng's hands, the white wall was ready at any time. It seemed that the battle for the kingship, which was very important to others, was completely insignificant to him. It seemed that there was only the ranking above the white wall. That is his true core.
"I didn't expect that Ning Zun would not follow the old path and rise with the sword." Although Bai Xiaosheng didn't know what Yang Ning had gone through, it was able to make this strong man who once stood on top of the world give up his previous path of cultivation. There must be something unusual happening.
"But why is there no news about Ning Zun in China?" Bai Xiaosheng was puzzled.
There are hundreds of thrones, each of which represents a king in a certain field. It is not only a symbol of strength, but also an honor of status.
Although it is only a battle for the title of king, as long as the geniuses who can enter it do not perish, they will definitely shine in Liangzhou in the future.
Dongfangye was also in the middle of a fierce battle at this moment. The strength of his opponent gradually made him unable to cope with it, but Dongfangye never gave up. Two wolf patterns appeared on his exposed upper body, and a ferocious aura became more and more terrifying.
"Are you from the Dongfang Wolf Clan?" He seemed to recognize Dongfang Ye's origin.
"If you want to fight all over the place, what nonsense are you talking about?" Dongfang Ye transformed into a swift warrior, waving his fists, and the wind roared continuously.
"Five hundred years ago, the Eastern Wolf Clan was forced to retreat by the strong. They had no choice but to retire. Unexpectedly, five hundred years later, they would reappear in the world." This person knew that his guess was right, because according to legend, the Eastern Wolf Clan The body is engraved with wolf patterns. When fighting, it transforms into a wolf king, possessing extraordinary fighting power. This wolf king is also an incarnation of a gray wolf. As long as it grows up, it will be one of the ten divine bodies, all of which must temporarily avoid the edge.
The wild roars in the east.
"Ouch!"
Echoing in the hundred-foot space, he leaped with abandon, like a real wolf pounced on the enemy.
"However, the wolf is just a cub before it grows up..." Facing Chang Xiao, there was no panic, and the sword in his hand struck out with sword light.
"Cub?" Dongfang Ye was angry, actually saying that he was a cub. The wolf patterns on his body gradually condensed, and the real wolf arrived.
"Howling Moon Wolf."
Dongfang Ye was angry, and the only way to achieve the end was to drink the enemy's blood.
The green wolf howls at the moon, its eyes are empty, only the enemy is left.
There is only the enemy in his eyes, even if the opponent has unparalleled sword skills.
The light of the sword froze the whole country.
Wolf fist and sword shadow collided in the air.
Rumble…
The sound of the explosion came, and the two men's figures were shaking, and they were evenly matched.
"Unexpectedly, your wolf pattern has evolved to such an extent that I can't let you go." The sword light revealed murderous intent.
"kill me?"
"Ouch!" He roared again, a pair of silver moons appeared in his eyes, and a wolf shadow gradually formed.
Ouch...
On the throne, the terrifying aura gradually enveloped the other party.
"Why don't you punish the evil beast?" It seems that the boy holding the sword wants to kill Dongfang Ye.
"As a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, you should work hard for the peace of the world." The sword shadow was sharp, and the sword skills gushed out in the fierceness.
The opponent was none other than Jingfan of the Divine Sword Sect.
"The divine sword leads to thunder." High in the sky, thunder and thunder exploded.
"How can a bunch of lackeys from the Qingyue Sect carry out punishment on behalf of heaven?" The reason why Dongfang Ye came to Jingfan was precisely because of Yang Ning. As a friend, he should help.
But Dongfangye didn't expect that Jingfan, who was almost instantly killed by Yang Zhen, would actually make a breakthrough in a short period of time and become stronger than two days ago.
"Yu!" Jingfan was angry. As a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, especially after the battle that day, he transformed in adversity. He even did not hesitate to use secret techniques. After his spiritual sword collapsed, he was reborn in adversity. This is how he is today. Although he had great strength, he didn't want to meet a member of the Eastern Wolf Clan who almost overturned the entire Liangzhou five hundred years ago.
Thunder exploded, and above the spiritual sword, two silver dragons flashed, and the terrifying aura of heaven was strong.
"The blood of the blue wolf, the soul of Xiao Yue." In Dongfang Ye's eyes, two silver moons burst out with cold light. As his fists were released, even in the face of the Divine Sword Leading Thunder Jue, one of the four major sword techniques of the Divine Sword Sect, No panic at all.
The speed of the figure is amazing, even compared to Yang Ning's Yanzi Dang, it is not far behind.
This is also the characteristic of Dongfang Ye as a member of the Eastern Wolf Clan, he can burst out at terrifying speeds in a short period of time.
What Dongfangye has to do is to defeat Jingfan the moment the thunder falls, otherwise Dongfangye himself will be in a hard fight when the thunder falls.
Although he is not afraid of thunder, this is the power of heaven after all, and the terror in it cannot be measured casually.
The silver moon rose, mixed with Dongfang Ye's figure, which struck nearly twenty feet across and got close in an instant.
The Thunder hasn't fallen yet, this is his chance.
But Dongfangye still underestimated Jingfan's strength. It should not be said that he underestimated Jingfan's transformation in the past two days.
The thunder accelerated instantly, tilting down like a dragon taking flight.
boom……
There was a roar and an explosion.
Interweaving forces.
Sparks splashed between the fist and the thunder, and countless ripples surged like water waves.
The two figures were constantly forced to retreat, being continuously impacted by the terrifying aftermath.
The wolf pattern emerged, constantly resisting the aftermath.
Jingfan was also working hard, and the power of the intertwined fists made his sword-holding hand tremble.
