Chapter 30: Font Sword Style

Holding Xingtai, in full view of everyone, the elder Wen Tianhe actually attacked a young man like Ling Qingyan.

"Shh..."

Seeing this, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect next to Xingtai, whether they were external or internal disciples, were booed. At the same time, everyone was filled with righteous indignation. The eyes of the elder Wen Tianhe who looked at the precepts were full of contempt, but the eyes of Ling Qingyan were full of worry.

Everyone was resentful of the actions of the Elder of Precepts. They did not refute the power that the Elder of Precepts had accumulated in the Tianjian Sect in the past.

Scream! Scream!

A green long sword appeared out of nowhere in the hand of the elder Wen Tianhe, and the cold light flashed in between, which was obviously an extremely rare divine weapon. With a "huh", Wen Tianhe suddenly poured into the sword with thick purple true power without reservation, and instantly caused the air around the sword to be slightly turbulent and ripples dispersed.

If Lian Jun and others were present, they could recognize the long sword flashing with sharp cold light in Wen Tianhe's hand at a glance, which was one of the best magical weapons of the Tianjian Sect, "Qingshuang". It was used by Wen Tianhe's master back then and was also used by their Master Yun. In the end, Master Yun died, and this "Qingshuang" naturally came to Wen Tianhe's relic, even if it was their Master Yun's relics, it was passed on to Wen Tianhe.

call out!

The dazzling purple sword light seemed to fall from the sky and slashed towards Ling Qingyan. Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect next to Xingtai secretly wiped out a cold sweat for Ling Qingyan. If this sword was slashed firmly, Ling Qingyan's body would definitely be divided into two halves!

Ling Qingyan, who had long noticed that Wen Tianhe might have taken action against him, had already prepared for it and was always ready. At this time, he saw Wen Tianhe's sword containing the profound true power slashing down at him with a sharp and straight slashing down at him, and his legs suddenly poured in true power, and he suddenly retreated.

At the same time, Ling Qingyan also had a dark sword on his hand, which was Ling Qingyan's Nether Sword. As soon as he took out the Nether Sword, Ling Qingyan realized something was wrong with the Nether Sword. Before he could use his spiritual sense to integrate into it, the bloody aura was already faintly flowing. However, Ling Qingyan did not dare to think too much at this time. The elder Wen Tianhe of the precepts wanted to take his life now.

"A junior level warrior in the green level!"

Seeing the light green light scattered between Ling Qingyan's legs and the dark sword in his hand, all the disciples of the Tianjian Sect who were holding Xingtai were shocked. Then, a series of noisy sounds started one after another...

"How is it possible that he is actually a green-level warrior, how old is he?"

"This...a green-level warrior about eighteen years old! When did our Tianjian Sect produce such a genius?"

"No wonder the elder of the precepts wanted to call him junior brother. No wonder he had such talent..."

...

"Look! He avoided the sword moves of the elder of the precepts again!"

A scream suddenly resounded through the crowd. In an instant, the eyes of the disciples of the Tianjian Sect next to Xingtai were once again attracted by Ling Qingyan on the stage. After Ling Qingyan avoided Wen Tianhe's random slashing sword move, when Wen Tianhe's sword momentum changed and pushed horizontally and slashed, he was like a prophet in his legs, and he slashed hard on the ground. He snatched up again.

Scream! Scream!

After Ling Qingyan escaped, the purple true power of Wen Tianhe swept over a steel pillar on Xingtai without reducing. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere on the steel pillar. Then you can clearly see more than one centimeter of deep marks left by the purple true power on the steel pillar.

Ling Qingyan looked at the marks on the steel pillar and couldn't help but feel scared. Wen Tianhe is worthy of being a warrior of the same level as the elder Fan Yiran of the sword. With this thick purple true power, he is not something he can compete with now. If he hadn't avoided this sword just now, he would definitely die on the spot!

Moreover, Ling Qingyan found that facing a purple-level warrior like Wen Tianhe... he seemed to have no idea how to start! If he used his sword skills, once Wen Tianhe dodged, he could directly launch a powerful attack on him, and he would not have time to stop and dodge and block.

Ling Qingyan had to dodge at this time. He believed that Lian Jun and others must have known about the matter here! Because of this, he dared to be so ruthless. He never expected that the elder Wen Tianhe, who had been here for a long time, had not arrived yet!

My cheap senior brother is going to kill me!

When Wen Tianhe saw that his two sword moves mixed with deep power were avoided by Ling Qingyan, his face was a little uneasy for a moment. When his body moved, he looked at his starting style, and he wanted to use the supreme sword skill of the Tianjian Sect, "The Nine Sword Styles"!

"not good!"

Ling Qingyan, who has been practicing the nine styles of the Tianjian Sword during this period, was very clear about every move of the nine styles of the Tianjian Sword. He didn't know his plan when meeting Wen Tianhe's starting move. He didn't expect that the elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect's precepts began to use the sword skills that were at the bottom of the box against a young man like him.

Ling Qingyan completely underestimated Wen Yi's position in the heart of the elder Wen Tianhe. Wen Yi was taken to the Tianjian Sect by Wen Tianhe since childhood. It can be said that Wen Tianhe was led by Wen Tianhe. The relationship was naturally very deep.

"I used spiritual consciousness before, so I could avoid the trajectory of Wen Tianhe's sword as a prophet, at the most appropriate time," Ling Qingyan's thoughts suddenly turned, "While Wen Tianhe did not use any sword moves just now, he just used the most basic sword technique to chop and chop. Now, he wants to use the nine styles of the Heavenly Sword..."

The light green true power suddenly poured into the Netherworld Sword in his hand. Ling Qingyan had already made the worst plan, that is, if he really couldn't avoid it for a while, he could only bear the nine-style Heavenly Sword poses performed by the elder Wen Tianhe!

Take it hard!

How heroic! How arrogant!

You know, this elder of the precepts, Wen Tianhe, is a purple-level intermediate-level warrior! And Ling Qingyan is just a green-level warrior!

Wen Tianhe's figure moved mysteriously again, and took an extremely wonderful step. The purple light flashed on the Qingfrost Sword in his hand. Then the sword edge turned, and several purple sword lights appeared, which were extremely chaotic, like several purple snakes tangled together. At first glance, he could not recognize which one was the real sword. Wen Tianhe's figure suddenly pressed towards Ling Qingyan, and the purple sword lights in his hand that were mixed with virtual and real were also brilliantly rolled towards Ling Qingyan.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several sword lights flashed, causing several crisp sword roars, and kept rhythmic in front of Ling Qingyan.

"Fantasy style!"

The inner disciples of the Tianjian Sect who were holding Xingtai were very clear about the third of the nine Heavenly Sword poses. However, the feeling of the elders using this precepts was completely different from the feeling of using it in their hands. After all, the difference between their true power and Wen Tianhe was there, and Wen Tianhe was a middle-level purple-level warrior.

The inner disciples secretly wiped out a cold sweat for Ling Qingyan at this time. The third style of the nine-stage Heavenly Sword is not difficult, and they can almost all of them perform. It is precisely because of this that they all know the mystery.

The third "Fantasy Sword" of the Nine Styles of the Heavenly Sword, which emphasizes that the opponent cannot understand and cannot see the way the sword moves come from, and gives the opponent a real sword at the best time. What Ling Qingyan avoided before was just the ordinary chopping of the long sword in the hand of the elder of the Lord of the Lord. Now, although the true power of the elder of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Law has not increased, the skills have reached a certain level. At least they do not think that Ling Qingyan can see through the "real sword" in the foil style played by the elder of the Lord of the Law.

After all, the two of them have a primary level in the green level and the middle level in the purple level, and the gap between true power is too big. Different true powers have a huge difference in the speed of using the foil sword style.

………

Behind Ling Qingyan is the place where another steel pillar on Xingtai is held. At this time, he can no longer retreat! It is even more impossible to dodge left or right to give up his back! Facing the several dazzling purple sword lights of the elder Wen Tianhe, Ling Qingyan's spiritual consciousness suddenly released and merged into the several purple sword lights that Wen Tianhe used the "Fanta Sword Style" to unfold...

In an instant, Ling Qingyan's face turned pale, his heart was shocked, and even roared: "It's too fast! It's too fast! The spiritual consciousness is useless! It's impossible to understand at all!"

At this time, Ling Qingyan also felt that he was really impulsive this time! He had not calculated all this.

No! I can't die!!

My father and mother are the only son. If I die, how should they be sad! If I die, the Ling family's status will plummet again!

"Die! Haha!"

Wen Tianhe had a very ferocious face and stared at Ling Qingyan's slightly pale cheeks. Among the several purple sword lights in his hand, a sword light suddenly emerged, and with a "swish" sound, it rushed directly towards Ling Qingyan's neck.
Chapter completed!