Facing Duan Chen day and night, Bu Jianjun and Feixianjian fought each other fiercely. Frost Sword and Duanshui Sword met each other. The most bizarre thing was Bujianjun and Feixianjian.
They both have the same sword master, so why are they fighting?
As soon as we met, it was a life-or-death situation.
Mingxuan shook the dice and said mysteriously, "Come, come, place your bet, place your bet, buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it."
"Six sword spirits are fighting, who are you going to suppress?"
"Where did you get it?"
"It's in the mustard bag. Maybe it was taken away when I was playing games before." Mingxuan waved his hand to signal them all to look over, "Come on, come on, stop talking nonsense, start with a spiritual stone. Place your bet, place your bet ! I escort Duan Chen and Bu Jianjun."
Si Miaoyan spoke in a thin voice and smiled: "You don't carry anything serious in your mustard bags, do you?"
After a pause, she said, "I will use the Frost Sword."
After all, she is the only female sword spirit present.
Dan Xiu doesn't know much about swords, and neither does Ming Xuan. He's just talking nonsense. Among these swords, Senior Brother's sword is the most mysterious, and Bu Jianjun's is the most powerful.
"Cut off the water." Chu Xingzhi threw two spiritual stones without hesitation.
"Anyone who is not blind can see that the strongest one is Shuishui."
"Then just wait and see if Duan Chen cuts him next." Ming Xuan raised his eyebrows.
People's sorrows and joys are not the same. Ye Qiao only felt that this group of people was very noisy. The strong pressure of the thunder falling straight down in the air was frightening. She sighed slowly and suddenly raised her head and stared at the air for a few seconds. Taking advantage of the situation, he threw the Jinghong Sword into the air. It was the only lightning element among all the spiritual swords.
You can easily borrow the thunder from the sky to temper the sword body.
"Ye Qiao really wants to make use of every resource." Cheng Fengzong sighed in a low voice, "Should this child say it or not, his picky and searching spirit is quite admirable."
Qin Fanfan gouged out his eyes and snorted coldly. Of course the wealthy Chengfeng Sect didn't understand the hardships of the Changming Sect.
Being able to squeeze out all the existing resources, their cultivation world lacks such talents.
It really makes sense that poverty makes people progress.
"I think..." The leader of the Bishui Sect quickly reflected on himself, "Are we too generous to this group of descendants?" As a result, other descendants are not as quick-thinking as Ye Qiao?
Qin Fanfan thought for a while, "Whoever dares to violate the sect rules in the future will have their spirit stones taken away from them!" Anyway, the Changming Sect didn't have any spirit stones, and the direct disciple also regarded the sect rules as air. This suggestion he made was to stand up and talk without hurting your back.
Wen Jian Zong felt that what he said made sense, "High."
It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
The direct descendants who didn't know that the spirit stone had been secretly withheld were placing bets enthusiastically, among which the voices of Breaking the Dust and Breaking the Water were the loudest.
A water-breaking sword and a dust-breaking sword.
One is famous, and the other is an equally famous sword master.
"It's so miserable, little junior sister." Xue Yu glanced sympathetically at Ye Qiao, who was still struggling to get hacked.
Others were not interested in the melee between the sword spirits. They were always interested in the group of sword cultivators. The original battlefield cleaning was completely reduced to a second battle battlefield, where various rays of light converged and one-on-one duels took place.
The flames of the morning and evening sword spread rapidly, forming four walls of fire blocking Duan Chen's path. Duan Chen was a wind-attributed sword spirit, and he would only be passive in the entire confrontation with such a fire-attributed sword spirit.
Duan Chen retreated, and the white invisible wind quietly swept behind Chao Xi Jian. The surrounding wind was controlled by him, and a cold wind knife was placed across his neck. Chao Xi retreated immediately when he sensed the danger, and the flames wrapped his fist. I want to fight Duan Chen in close combat.
However, he dodged left and right but could not avoid the wind that was everywhere.
Not only did he not meet Duan Chen's shadow, but he was scratched by the wind knife. He wanted to catch up day and night, but was pulled back by his own sword master's words.
"Lost." Mu Zhongxi sighed and poured cold water on his sword spirit, "You can't beat Duan Chen."
Whether it's close combat or something else.
It is reasonable for Duan Chen to be strong. After all, he is the master of the family in the past. He has seen many strong men and fought with many sword spirits. Even though the opponent is slow, he definitely knows more tricks than the stupid Baitian like Chao Xi. .
For the warlike spirit swordsmen, when so many transformed sword spirits gather together, a fight is inevitable.
Duan Chen never participated in this kind of battle, but some sword spirits were not ready to let him go, such as the militant Duan Shui Jian like Ye Qinghan.
He didn't give Duan Chen any chance to react at all, he just took action as soon as he came up. Duan Chen glanced at the opponent without any emotion, gathered his sword energy and chose to fight.
The two sword spirits exchanged blows and was watched by the leader of Wenjian Sect. He commented lightly: "There are few swords that can even touch Duan Chen."
A sword spirit like Duan Chen. The most unpredictable, with unknown attributes. If you confront him head-on, you will only be restrained.
Duan Shui uses softness to overcome hardness very well. There are various forms of water and earth. One of the two sword spirits is changeable and the other is elusive. No one can do anything to the other.
"What about missing you?" Xie Chuxue was curious.
"The murderous intent is too strong. After all, he is not a sword spirit from the orthodox Sword Cave." The leader of Wenjian Sect said coldly, "The method is too cruel. We will only know how strong this sword spirit is after beating him."
Xie Chuxue let out a sigh of relief and kept chattering: "It's like your sword spirit is not vicious. It's too scary. If Hanshuang hadn't been able to dodge quickly, he would have had his neck broken, right? You asked the Sword Sect. It really is. The same dark thoughts."
The master of Wenjian Sect didn't bother to pay attention to his strange aura. He watched the battle between Duan Shui and Duan Chen and vaguely saw the signs. "Master Duan Chen is fast and windy. If we fight seriously, Duan Shui will definitely be at a disadvantage." He commented objectively.
It's just that Duan Chen, a sword spirit, has such a weird personality, so it's no wonder that his way of getting along with Zhou Xingyun is so unique.
This was the first time that the sword spirit and the sword master looked at each other.
After the leader of the Sword Asking Sect finished speaking, he looked at the group of sword spirits on the field. None of them could restrain Duan Chen. He couldn't help but said: "I do remember that the Lian Ying Sword that Ye Qiao brought out from the Sword Cave can be compared with Zhou Xingyun’s sword spirits compete in a showdown.”
"Lv Ying and Duan Chen, these two swords belong to the speed category."
Zhou Xingyun, who was next to him, paused when he heard these words. His usual tone was genuine and confused, "Speed type? By what? By his tone of voice that speaks slower than a tortoise?"
Duan Chen realized that he was scolding himself. While avoiding the sudden attack of the water flow, he said in a faint voice, "No matter how slow I am, I'm still better than you. I'm afraid you're too lazy to move, right?"
Zhou Xingyun: "?"
When the two were fighting each other, Duan Shui took the trouble to get involved again. The water flow was like the light of a knife reflecting the cold air, approaching the vital point.
Duan Chen's light gray eyes showed no emotion. He seemed to be a little bored. The wind around him silently caused dense cuts. At a speed that no one could react, he forced Duan Shui to the spot and knocked him over with one blow. On the ground.
"Handsome!! Aoao Duan Chen." Chao Xi Jian was in high spirits. In the melee between the sword spirits, there was basically no distinction between friend and foe, but he was particularly repulsive to Duan Shui, probably because of their mutually exclusive attributes.
"Hanshuang." Xie Chuxue tilted her head and motioned for her to come over, "Have you seen Chao Xi? Go, give him a sword right now."
Hanshuang was stunned for a moment, said oh with no expression on his face, and obeyed obediently.
The ice solidified, and was thrown towards the morning and evening sword by her twice, and then it all plunged into the solid ground.
"Fuck you." A quick-spirited spirit transformed into a dodge from Hanshuang without any warning, and yelled: "You can't come here to find trouble with me just because I like the Feixian Sword, can you?"
Hanshuang raised his hand and several light blue sword shadows appeared, ready to go.
"What about Hanshuang and Zhaoxi? Strictly speaking, there is no restraint relationship between the attributes of these two sword spirits."
When these two sword spirits fight, it only depends on each other's strength.
The leader of the Wenjian Sect pointed at the entangled sword spirits, one red and one blue, in mid-air, "It's still unclear which of the two has a better chance of winning."
The confrontation between Duan Shui and Duan Chen continued. After Duan Chen knocked down the sword spirit, Duan Shui was not a straw bag. After he reacted, he returned all the terrifying attacks, and everything around the two sword spirits was destroyed.
Rather than cleaning up the battlefield, this group of sword spirits is more like fighting World War II.
The water on Duan Shui's fingertips condensed into a blade, and the sharp wind knife made a crisp collision sound. His eyes turned cold, and the water flow spread out and turned into broken water droplets, penetrating the wind and crushing towards Duan Chen.
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Bu Jian Jun frowned and noticed the continuous fight between Duan Chen and Duan Shui. He held on to the Feixian Sword, which was uncharacteristically trying to break away, "Are you crazy?"
The young man subconsciously grasped the sword tightly.
Turning around, he saw Duan Chen being forced to dodge in all directions by Ye Qinghan's sword spirit. Bu Jianjun was a little crazy, what the hell?
These two days have been very lively.
Various sword spirits exchanged blows, but Bujianjun and Feixianjian remained consistent in their 'love' for each other. The fight was so intense that Feixianjian was repeatedly stepped on the ground by Bujianjun, who had no grace.
At this moment, Feixianjian started to break away frantically, not knowing what to do.
Bu Jianjun tried to stop her from going crazy, but in the end he couldn't stop her, so he could only let go and said, "Okay, okay, you can go play by yourself."
He didn't want to waste time with Feixianjian anymore. Seeing that Duan Chen and Duan Shui were still engaged in a back-and-forth chase, the young man's voice was clear and brisk, "I'll fight him."
You like to change, right? He can change too.
Duan Chen wanted to get rid of this fighting maniac for a long time. When he saw Bu Jianjun taking over, he immediately retreated to an inconspicuous place. It can be said that he was very Buddhist.
Bu Jianjun has various forms, and the black thick mist can be completely restrained by Duanshui's moves. Both of them have good experience. One is the sword spirit of the demon king, and the other has fought in the hands of countless powerful people.
This Bu Jianjun is so sinister and shameless!
There are endless means of sneak attacks.
Duan Shui looked at him coldly, "Who did you learn this nasty sneak attack technique from?"
"I learned it from the Demon Lord." He said confidently, and the corners of his lips curled down coldly, fully demonstrating his contempt for the Demon Lords of the past generations. "Those old guys who don't take showers can only do so much."
"Demon Lord?" Duan Shui thought coldly, thinking of the ominous aura on his body, "Are you the Demon Lord's sword?"
Bu Jianjun asked strangely: "What do you think?"
He admitted so neatly that several sect leaders looked at each other, and even the sect leader of Wenjian Sect who had previously mocked Bu Jianjun was silent for a moment.
Then Qin Fanfan broke the calm and turned to look at the group of disciples, "Does this black stick have such an origin?"
Shock after shock.
"...We thought you knew this earlier?" Xue Yu lowered her head with a guilty conscience.
Qin Fanfan was shocked. He was going to make trouble. No one had ever told him that Ye Qiao, the black stick, was actually the Demon Lord's sword?
