() Chu Lang raised his head and glanced at the darkening sky. The climate of Yunzhou City was a snowy day without the sun. The temperature dropped sharply. Sometimes the biting and cold wind blew, and sometimes the wind blew fiercely and violently.
Jueqing reached out and touched the long sword stuck on the wall, and murmured: "Are you lonely? No, I won't let you be lonely for too long. I will definitely make you bloodthirsty and crazy later."
The breeze blew gently, curling up the hair and fluttering. Jueqing raised his head and looked towards the north of the city, a smile gradually appeared on his lips, and a dignified aura in the air came towards his face.
The people watching below the city suddenly felt as if the sky was about to collapse. Those with lower martial arts skills suddenly fell to the ground without noticing. Some people could not resist the coercion and their skills were reduced by sitting cross-legged.
Chu Lang had been paying attention to Jueqing on the city wall. When he saw Jueqing's reaction, he was already secretly wary, so under the solemn aura, he only let Chu Lang pause for a moment.
However, as the momentum continued to increase, many people around them slowly withdrew further from the city wall, stopping only at a distance that could withstand the pressure.
Chu Lang was no exception. He found a seat outside and sat down against the tree.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Jueqing as if appearing from the sky. Most of the people in the audience realized that there was someone suddenly on the wall. Only a few people could clearly see when Xiang Ye appeared.
Wearing a long green shirt, his long hair was simply tied up with a gray cloth and then hung down naturally. He had a tall and straight posture, sharp eyes, and clear outlines like a knife. He held a silver gun and hung it naturally, looking at it with an indifferent expression.
What lies ahead is ruthless.
Xiang Ye said calmly with an expressionless face: "We had a hasty fight last night and it was not satisfying, but I still want to thank you for being such a good treasure of your alliance. Today I would like to express my gratitude and express my gratitude."
The corner of Jueqing's mouth curled up and he smiled evilly: "Do you think you can get out of Yunzhou City? Hand over that thing and join the Qilin Alliance, you can survive, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
"You have the final say." Xiang Ye shrugged and said with a smile.
"You... are disgusting!" Jue Qing's face fell instantly and he said coldly.
Two young masters in their respective fields met in such a wonderful life journey at the right time and the right place. The battle between dragon and tiger will surely become a legend in the future.
As Xiang Ye made a "hum" sound, his green shirt swayed in the wind, and the air formed a visible air current, which shot toward Jueqing like a meteor across the sky. Jueqing rose into the sky and rotated with the airflow. In less than a moment,
Dissolve the invisible.
Both of them are in the Xiantian realm. When a warrior breaks through to the Xiantian realm, he can control the aura of the surrounding air through the true energy in his body, and then create huge power to put pressure on his opponent. Chu Lang is still a long way from the Xiantian realm.
Come on, for the showdown between Xiang Ye and Jueqing, one can only worship from close range and watch from a distance with breathless concentration.
Jueqing stretched out his hands and drew an arc-shaped circle of light. In an instant, a blade of light was formed and struck at Xiang Ye. The blade of light illuminated the entire north gate of Yunzhou City for several miles, creating a ditch like snow in the sky.
There were sounds like cutting.
The silver gun vibrated lightly, and the wind blew under Xiang Ye's feet. He raised the spear and shot out a stream of energy, pointing directly at the light blade that was coming towards him with energy. In an instant, the two forces collided. With a "bang", the light blade shattered countless pieces.
With the light spot, the energy also dissipated invisible. In their first confrontation, the two were evenly matched.
Chu Lang saw the excitement of the new world. He had never seen such a martial arts fight that broke through the ordinary martial arts moves in the world. He had always dreamed of entering the innate realm. However, the hidden illness over the years made Chu Lang unable to follow the footsteps of these young masters, and he could never surpass it.
Various thresholds.
When I used to practice martial arts with Lin Rongfu, I heard that the martial arts realms in this world are very distinct. The cultivation level before the Lingkong realm was only at the level of some martial arts, which was far from enough to walk in the world.
After breaking through the Lingkong Realm, you can enter the Innate Realm, but there are innate masters everywhere. After that, you can enter the Recast Mirror Realm through the limit breakthrough of the Innate Body; you can temper the body's five belly and six internal organs, refine blood and cut bones to seek a breakthrough.
Entering the realm of Shangxu; after that, there is the realm of Shangling, the realm of heaven and man.
Only when they reach the Shangxu realm, few people can reach the Shangling realm. The realm of gods and humans is even more of a legend, and the realm of heaven and earth seems to be a myth.
A strange atmosphere suddenly rose. Seeing that one blow could not do anything to the opponent, Jue Qing pulled out his long sword and turned around, gathering energy to condense into a sword that changed the color of the sky and the earth. The wind blew up and slashed towards Xiang Ye, the wind blade piercing it.
The city walls are covered with sand, gravel and snow.
Jue Wuqing, who was at the center of the storm, had an indifferent look on his face, roared loudly, and shot towards Xiang Ye like a crossbow.
Many people in the audience were stunned, watching Jue Wuwu come to the world like gods, and the roaring sound pierced the sky above the entire North City Gate.
Luo Jin smiled knowingly when he saw this, nodded and looked at Jueqing above. The old man raised his hand to smooth his beard and looked at the two people above quietly.
Chu Lang couldn't imagine whether such a powerful sword would turn into nothingness if it struck him, and he couldn't help but secretly sweat for Xiang Ye.
The electric light of the sword flashed across, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Xiang Ye's silver spear suddenly turned on the spot, and in one breath, dozens of spear shadows were swung out, facing the storm-like sword gang, and the dazzling bright light in the space illuminated the earth.
The people in the audience could hardly open their eyes. They could only hear the sound of banging weapons and the clashing of weapons. The two men in the air instantly engaged in a fight, and the fight was inseparable.
There are criss-crossing waves of energy floating in the sky above the city tower, and traces of different shades are drawn on the wall, adding another touch of elegance to this ancient city wall.
"Fire burns the city."
Xiang Ye's spear skills are elegant and sharp, and he fights Jue Wuqing with his Qi control ring. The air around him is filled with the shadow of the fire dragon's spear, rolling up into the sky. The air is filled with a burning smell, and the snow on the city wall is like spring in March.
The wind blew gently, and in the blink of an eye it melted into water and flowed down the city wall.
Only the shadows of human figures and swords were visible in the sky above the gate of the North City. It was difficult to see clearly the appearance of the two of them. Thousands of sword energy changed shapes and attacked each other according to Jueqing's command.
But Xiang Ye's offensive is still unfolding, his gun skills are continuous, one blow after another, sweeping across thousands of people, the gun breaks through the sky, the blood shadow is vast, the pink pear blossoms fall, Xiang Ye's blood shadow pear gun moves are more powerful than last night.
Like thunder.
Jueqing flew in the air, wielding his sword to resist the impact of the gun. The grace of that sword and the elegance of that gun were deeply engraved in Chu Lang's heart.
Chu Lang clenched his fists tightly and watched the two men in the field with guns and swords without blinking, shouting silently in his heart.
Several people in the wing room on the third floor of the teahouse were also watching intently. The three old men were Ge Changtian from the Gudu Sect, and his two subordinates, Xia Zhong and Liu Feng.
Ge Changtian smiled at the man on his left, Xia Zhong, and said: "After this battle, Jueqing should be able to break through and enter the fourth level of Xiantian Realm. He will definitely be able to advance to the Recast Mirror in a few years. In the future, he may not be able to advance to the Upper Void Realm."
Liu Feng, a middle-aged man with a short beard on the right, nodded and said: "I don't know whether it is a blessing or a misfortune that the Kirin Alliance can have such an outstanding young master."
Ge Changtian said: "Don't underestimate those old guys from the Qilin Alliance. Besides, there is a big force behind Jueqing. Huh, I don't even have the confidence to provoke the forces behind him." After speaking, he picked up a cup of hot food.
I blew the tea and drank it in one gulp.
Xiang Ye's figure suddenly disappeared in the middle of the stalemate. As if the misty sky was about to stand still, the figure had already leaped hundreds of feet into the air. He quickly spun and slashed out a shot, and a fire dragon soared into the sky.
As if the sky was about to burst, a bolt of lightning struck Jueqing, followed by several silver spear flames that bit into Jueqing like a dragon.
Jueqing opened his mouth and roared, shook the sword slightly, jumped back with his left foot, like a demon dragon rising into the abyss, his eyes were red, and he slashed towards the sky.
A strong wind shock wave instantly blew and destroyed all around, people close to the battle circle were thrown far away, and dozens of big trees were cut into thousands or hundreds of segments by the strong force.
The battle miraculously stopped, and there was silence all around. All the clothes on Jue Wu's upper body were reduced to ashes, and he knelt on the ground while holding the hilt of his sword tightly.
Not far away, Xiang Ye stood motionless and straightened up. The silver gun he held tightly in his right hand trembled slightly, as if the sword was about to fall down in the next second.
After a few breaths, Jueqing raised his head and glanced at Xiang Ye, showing a friendly smile and saying: "I have benefited a lot from this battle. I am afraid that you have benefited even more than me."
Xiang Ye said nothing and looked at him steadily.
Why don't you leave a name for yourself? Jue Qing said with profound meaning.
A curved smile appeared on the corner of Xiang Ye's mouth. This smile made Jue Qing feel very unhappy. He stared at Xiang Ye with sharp eyes for a while, then sheathed his sword with a flick of his wrist.
Jueqing suddenly stood up and glanced in a certain direction down the field, then turned around, jumped up and flashed out of the city gate, instantly disappearing into the misty night. Jueqing's voice floated far in the air, "This battle is extremely enjoyable, he
I'll ask you for advice again."
Xiang Ye's left hand shook slightly, and he spit out a stream of blood from his mouth. It took him a while to regain his breath. He looked at the direction where Jueqing disappeared, and looked at the night sky quietly. After a while, he also disappeared on the city wall.
Only the fragmented scenes on the city wall are left, declaring the historical testimony that the artist will soon shine in the world.
However, everyone who witnessed this wonderful battle left the North City Gate with different expressions and various thoughts. Life still needs to go on, and it is still necessary to go to bed at night.
Chu Lang's thoughts were in confusion. He walked slowly on the street and didn't know how to get back to Zhang Yue's small courtyard.