"Yuwen Zhouyuan, did you see it?" Shangguan Piaoxue looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and asked.
"I can see it. No wonder no one has ever seen your sword. It turns out that you didn't draw the sword at all. This is your real attack." Yuwen Zhouyuan said lightly: "What is even more unexpected is that you actually
It can draw two swords. In addition to the long sword, the scabbard is also a sword."
The last sentence is that Yuwen Zhouyuan is a voice transmitter. This is a secret and there is no need to tell it.
Hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, everyone in the stands was in an uproar and did not draw out their swords. Doesn't this mean that Shangguan Piaoxue's attacks were all done directly with the scabbard? This is really unbelievable. If he really drew out his sword,
How terrifying would it be to draw a sword? Is it as powerful as the one just now?
Che Jianan's face was very ugly, contemptuous! This was Chi Luoluo's contempt! Even though Shangguan Piaoxue took the initiative to admit defeat in the battle with him, he felt that he had already lost, because the opponent was simply perfunctory in fighting him, that's right.
It's perfunctory, which shows that Shangguan Piaoxue thinks that she is not his opponent at all.
"Very good, very good. I have written down what happened this time. This debt will have to be repaid sooner or later!" Only now did Che Jian'an think of the meaning of Yu Wen Zhouyuan's words, which everyone had hidden.
Very deep, there are more than two people who can defeat him. Indeed, one is Wu Yueheng, one is Shangguan Piaoxue, and one is Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"The sword of your Holy Snow Palace is indeed terrifying, and it is also quite hidden." On the central stage, a True Emperor Realm strongman said to another True Emperor Realm strongman.
"Don't you already know this?" the master from Shengxue Palace said calmly.
"I'm afraid you all want the disciples of your sect to discover the sword of Shengxue Palace, but knowing it is one thing, and whether you can avoid it is another matter. That Yuwen Zhouyuan is really good, it seems that I am quite
If you are discerning, you should have accepted him as a closed disciple early!" Shi Chengzi, the leader of Renxin Sect who hosted this Tianzhu martial arts debate, said with an enigmatic smile on his face.
"Yuwen Zhouyuan is still your closed disciple?" the True Emperor master from Shengxue Palace asked in shock.
"Yes, what? Since Yuwen Zhouyuan and I are relatively low-key, we did not announce it to the outside world!" Shi Chengzi said calmly.
"You are still low-key, right? If this is still low-key, then we really don't know what high-profile is!" The True Emperor master from Shengxue Palace shook his head and said.
Shangguan Piaoxue stood silently in the stands and said calmly: "Yuwen Zhouyuan, I didn't expect that your cultivation level has reached this level. I lose. Let's fight again next time."
"Okay, your sword is indeed terrifying. If this kind of swordsmanship can be used with sword moves, I'm afraid no one can escape." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"If you use sword moves, it won't be a sure-kill sword." Shangguan Piaoxue said, and then returned to his ice seat.
"Yes!" Yu Wenzhouyuan said two words as he watched Shangguan Piaoxue leave, and prepared to return to his seat.
At this time, a piece of music that stirred everyone's heartstrings quietly sounded, filling the entire valley, a soft and pitiful fairy posture, like beating notes floating slowly.
This figure is none other than Yang Liuqing.
"Fairy Yang, don't you want to fight me just for this one?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked with a helpless smile.
"That's true. You shouldn't have consumed much mana just now! How about I give you some time to recover? Do you need a thousand years of stone milk?" Yang Liuqing blinked his beautiful eyes, as if playing a note.
"Fairy Yang, forget it, I really didn't consume much mana, let's get started!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said and became serious.
Now that you have decided to fight, you must take it seriously. No matter who the opponent is, as long as you stand in this ring, you will be his opponent.
Yang Liuqing nodded slightly, waving her delicate hands, holding the piano in one hand, and spreading her five fingers on the other hand. Five extremely sharp threads burst out, each with a sound of breaking through the air, as if it could penetrate everything.
Five silk threads have blocked the space where Yuwen Zhouyuan can dodge. No matter how Yuwen Zhouyuan dodges, he will always encounter a silk thread. She is forcing Yuwen Zhouyuan to take action directly.
"Okay, Fairy Yang, let me see how tough the piano wires you transformed are." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the movement trajectories of those silk threads were completely displayed on Yuwen Zhouyuan's body.
in sight.
Yuwen Zhouyuan grabbed it with one hand, and five silk threads were caught in his palm at once.
Yang Liuqing seemed to have known for a long time that Yuwen Zhouyuan would attack like this. He moved his slender fingers slightly, and the sound of nature came out, affecting everyone's minds. Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine crystal in Ye Shenting bloomed with dazzling light.
, the tone brought by the music cannot bring any trouble to Yuwen Zhouyuan at all.
When those silk threads made moving music, they moved flexibly, spreading out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's palm like a rope, trying to wrap around Yuwen Zhouyuan tightly.
"Fairy Yang, you'd better use other attack methods! This kind of attack can't cause any harm to me at all." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, with a turn of infuriating energy and a free arm, the elasticity of the silk thread wrapped around the entire arm has been reduced.
Perfect, no breakage.
"Fellow Daoist Yuwen, never underestimate any attack." This scene of Yuwen Zhouyuan was seen in Yang Liuqing's eyes. She whispered, and the speed of the silk threads in her jade hands accelerated a bit.
In the blink of an eye, Yuwen Zhouyuan was tightly bound by those silk threads, and those silk threads gradually shrank, as if they were going to cut Yuwen Zhouyuan into countless small pieces.
"Fairy Yang, this attack of yours really won't have any impact on me." Yuwen Zhouyuan said lightly, and his whole body glowed with glazed light. Those threads seemed to dissolve and disappeared completely. Yuwen Zhouyuan was
Refining.
Yang Liuqing's face turned pale and returned to normal. Those threads were substantial silk that she had condensed with her Qi that she had refined over time. Unexpectedly, part of it was refined by Yuwen Zhouyuan in an instant. She felt heartbroken, knowing that this kind of attack was really useless.
It can cause any trouble to Yuwen Zhouyuan, but if he still uses this kind of attack, I am afraid he will still lose his wife and troops.
"Fellow Taoist Yuwen, I now believe that this kind of attack will not work on you. Now Liu Qing will play the song "Tears of Departure" for you." Yang Liuqing whispered, waving her slender hands slightly, retracting all the silk threads, and in her eyes
He glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a sad look.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's body trembled slightly before returning to normal. At that moment, he seemed to see Nangong Dai looking at him resentfully.
"Being able to listen to Fairy Le's music is a joy in life, and it would be even more wonderful to see Fairy Xing dance." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a faint smile.
Yang Liuqing didn't say anything, and suddenly her temperament changed. The mundane, indifferent, fairy-like temperament disappeared, and she turned into an ordinary woman full of melancholy.
Yang Liuqing's eyes were filled with sadness, and she looked so pitiful. Her frail and weak body made everyone couldn't help but hug and pity her, and comforted this sad woman.
Many people in the stands were attracted to this scene and entered the atmosphere she created.
"Zheng..." A piano sound sounded, as if everything was withering, fallen leaves were flying, withered grass was all over the sky, the world was desolate, and almost everyone felt a touch of sadness in their hearts.
Yuwen Zhouyuan Shen was clear and clear, and was not lost in the melancholy environment at all. Suddenly, a spiritual energy gathered between the sky and the earth, forming yellow leaves and dead grass all over the sky.
This is not a real yellow-leafed grass at all, but a killing blade. Every piece of yellow-leafed grass contains powerful attack power.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a breath, the rhythm attack was indeed terrifying. Although he already knew that this attack was extremely sharp, he did not expect it to reach this level.
The sound of the piano triggers the energy of heaven and earth to form yellow leaves and withered grass, which makes capable people immersed in that kind of melancholy environment, and they are attacked unknowingly.
"Zheng...Zheng..." As the notes were played, the yellow leaves and dry grass in the sky flew around the ring and attacked Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan used a set of Falling Leaves palm techniques. With the help of the atmosphere created by Yang Liuqing, the power of his palm techniques was increased many times.
Heavy palm shadows were shot out, colliding with those extremely sharp yellow leaves and dead grass, forming waves of energy.
Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly stopped his hand, clenched his right fist, and punched out. In the sharp attack, a channel was opened, and the unparalleled force rushed towards Yang Liuqing, like a furious sea tide, like the power of a comet passing through.
Yang Liuqing's expression did not change at all, she held the piano in one hand and strummed the strings with the other.
"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng!" The change of tone did not affect the melancholy mood contained in the tune at all.
The long pavilion on the ancient road and the setting sun silently performed an inseparable parting. Men and women talked to each other, as if they were saying words of love when parting. A sad picture was displayed in the hearts of everyone. They seemed to be watching and witnessing
With this parting.
Just as everyone was immersed in this picture, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered on the Tianzi Arena to form a barrier to block Yuwen Zhouyuan's attack.
At this time, the sound of the piano made him seem to have entered that kind of environment. The beautiful picture scroll and the realistic round platform alternated with each other. With the curling music, he also entered the picture scroll, but the difference was that Yuwen Zhouyuan could still
Explore the illusion and see where Yang Liuqing is.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan can now use his powerful spiritual consciousness to forcefully break out of this state, he does not want to do so, because even if he breaks through, I am afraid that it will not take long to enter this state again. It is better to simply integrate into it, as long as
As long as your original intention is not lost.
"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng..." The picture scroll changed, the sweetheart left, her back was lonely, her tears flowed, and at the same time, countless waves of majestic energy rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Two rainbow lights burst out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, and the strength of his whole body boiled. He punched out one after another, and clashed with the energy. The violent energy raged on the round platform, rolling around in all directions, and the two people's bodies were not affected at all.