Silver sword light fell from the sky.
Cheng Yuan dodged, the ice in front of him shattered, and ice spikes suddenly appeared. The cold light flickers, the figures fly away, and no grass grows wherever they go.
Lingfu Grass returned in a whirlwind, and the ice in front of it completely disintegrated, the ice mist dispersed, and the surrounding area fell into a blur.
Cheng Yan took a deep breath and looked at the man in white with sharp eyes.
His sword moves were not showy. She thought about what Fang Tongzhou said yesterday. It seemed that these people really had some ability, and they were not as good as she thought.
"Here comes the sword!" The man in white took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack, wielding the sword in the air, with the sword shining brightly under his feet.
It has long been no secret that the monks of the Hongchen Sect use swords as their control. They don't even need to control demons. They only need one person and one sword to travel around the world with the sword.
"Let my Qingfeng Sword teach you your clever moves!"
This time, Cheng Yan did not flinch, and leaped away with his feet together. The opponent's spiritual sword was so cold that it seemed like an iceberg was approaching.
Fortunately, Cheng Yan often wandered around Longtan Iceberg and was able to restrain the chill.
The two spiritual swords were facing each other in the air, white and green lights flashing, and as fast as lightning and flint, flashing out a series of extremely dazzling sword flowers.
The onlookers couldn't help but marvel.
"It is said that Hongchen Sect inherits the sword art of Cangjian Sect, and it is indeed well-deserved when I see it today. It's just that the fairy seems to be from Xianqi Sect. When did Xianqi Sect also have swordsmanship?"
"They are as good as each other in swordsmanship."
Cheng Yan was furious, but she admired the man in white for his outstanding sword moves. If she hadn't had the magic power of Lingfu Grass and could see the trajectory of his sword moves in advance, she might not have been able to take so many of his moves.
The man in white was even more surprised. An inconspicuous Qingfeng Sword, a popular commodity in the market, could actually be on par with his high-grade Ice Spirit Sword. This caused a huge blow to his proud swordsmanship.
Cheng Yuan noticed that the opponent's attack was becoming more and more fierce, and with a slight thought in his mind, he suddenly threw the Qingfeng Sword. The Qingfeng Sword took off his hand and struck with all his strength.
Dang!
The man in white counterattacked with all his strength, and the Qingfeng Sword broke in response. The next moment, the man in white felt a chill in his neck, and a spiritual whip with mixed black and white stripes wrapped around his neck.
A strong coercion came over him, causing his legs to tremble and he almost knelt down.
Cheng Yan lowered his head and glanced at the Qingfeng sword broken into two pieces on the ground: "It's a pity, I have to change it again."
The man in white was angry: "You use the spiritual sword as bait, you are simply not worthy of using the spiritual sword!"
"In a competition, victory or defeat is a normal matter for military strategists. Why are you so extreme?" Cheng Yan looked at his spiritual sword, "I know that you sword cultivators will never abandon your spiritual sword. But I am not a sword cultivator, and my Qingfeng sword broke. Change the handle..."
Before he finished speaking, the man in white was so angry that his sleeves danced.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A huge sword formation appeared at the feet of the man in white, and sword talismans emerged from the ground and soared into the sky.
The next moment, the sword talisman turned into sword rain and fell from the sky, shooting towards Cheng Yuan.
"Jian Yuhua!"
Cheng Yan's eyes reflected the silver sword light, and he exclaimed: "What a powerful sword array!"
"Ayun!"
Just when everyone thought Cheng Yan was too frightened to move, the moment the sword rain fell, Cheng Yan disappeared from the spot.
The rain of swords fell to the ground, and the ground where Cheng Yan was standing exploded, leaving countless deep sword marks that were frightening.
The man in white was also looking at Cheng Yan who was so close with a look of horror.
Cheng Yan tightened the keel whip, and the other party's head suddenly rose, with a look of pain on his face.
"You give up."
"Stop! Stop thinking about it!" The man in white glared angrily.
"Sword cultivator is really proud! However, it depends on how long you can bear it. Ah Fu, give me a beating!"
While Cheng Yan restrained the pressure of the Dragon Bone Whip, he let the Lingfu Grass whip around.
Hearing Cheng Yuan's shout, Wu Zhan and Jiang Tu who were not far away shuddered involuntarily. Whenever they think back to the inhumane days during the preparation for the war, they still remember it deeply.
Lingfu grass took it for granted, and became more and more skillful at flipping its leaves.
The muffled sound coming from here made the other companions of the man in white rush over.
"Let go of my senior brother!"
A long sword came towards him, colliding fiercely with the silver thread swung by Cheng Yuan.
The silver thread was intact, but the opponent's long sword broke with a sound, which made the female cultivator freeze in place.
Cheng Yan grabbed her hand with his backhand, and the pearl in his palm condensed a cold light, which struck her whole body.
Frost spread from Cheng Yuan's palm and climbed onto the female cultivator's eyebrows at a speed visible to the naked eye. The female cultivator screamed, turned her hand, cut off the sword, and stabbed towards Cheng Yuan suddenly.
This broken sword pierced Cheng Yan's heart. Before the female cultivator could be happy, she heard a harsh metal sound.
A broken sword is like being stabbed into a hard boulder. It cannot move forward at all, but instead breaks off inch by inch until only the hilt remains.
Cheng Yuan hit her in the chest with a backhand, knocking her to the ground and sending ice flying everywhere.
The female cultivator was numb with ice. She raised her head slightly and looked at Cheng Yan in disbelief: "You, what kind of monster are you?"
Cheng Yan rubbed his chest: "You want my life! It hurts!"
Seeing that Cheng Yuan rubbed his hand a few times and then withdrew his hand. There was no trace of blood at all. The female cultivator rolled her eyes and fainted.
But here, the man in white has been beaten with Lingfu grass until his face is bruised and swollen, and he no longer looks as graceful as before.
Cheng Yuan approached, put away the dragon bone whip, shook his head and said: "Your people have lost their fighting ability. This time you have to admit defeat if you don't want to. Hand over the Demon Control Order."
The man in white looked up and found that everyone except him was unconscious. I couldn't help but feel frustrated, "What's your name?"
Only then did Cheng Yuan remember that the two teams seemed to have never introduced each other from the beginning.
"Cheng Yuan! If you don't fight, you won't get to know each other."
The man in white did not tell him his name, but took out the Demon Control Order and smashed it into pieces with one palm.
In an instant, five people were eliminated, and Cheng Yuan and others were also led by a ray of light and disappeared.
…
"Who is that female cultivator? She has so many secret treasures in her hands." Someone on the viewing platform secretly remembered Cheng Yan.
Someone immediately said: "I know her. She opened a little demon clinic in Xianqi City."
"No wonder she is well aware of the weaknesses of demons. Do you think she is taking advantage of the opportunity to diagnose and treat demons while actually studying those demons?"
"I'll just tell you what, otherwise, how can a female cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building stand up to the famous Wan Lusheng from the Hongchen Sect!"
Faced with these slanders, Ting Lan, who was sitting in the front row, initially argued with reason, but she found that the more vigorously she spoke, the more aggressive those people became.
Now she chooses to turn a deaf ear. In Cheng Yan's words, those who are clean will be clean themselves.
She just took out the memory charm and recorded the appearance of these people one by one, so that she could take care of them when Cheng Yin returned.
Ting Lan looked at Cheng Yan and others with joy as they entered the next venue.
And in this venue, very few demon control masters entered.
