"The Changsheng Palace is really in decline, and a woman actually stood up."
The relationship between the Mingyu Holy Sect and the Changsheng Palace is not good. As the candidate for the Holy Son, he does not want to see the people of the Changsheng Palace so majestic.
The younger generation in the Changsheng Palace had angry expressions on their faces, and the three candidate saints had even more gloomy faces. If the current situation had not been complicated, the three candidate saints would have fought him to the death regardless of whether they could win or not.
Qi Qiaoyan no longer knelt, she stood aside, and her heart trembled when she saw Dao Jianxue appearing. She was defeated by Dao Jianxue ten years ago, and she still had lingering fears.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't fight, get out."
Liu Qing'er scolded coldly.
Hearing this, Dao's expression darkened when he saw the blood, and he was very unhappy.
"I really don't know why you have such courage." Dao Jianxue held the Taoist sword in his right hand, his eyes sharp: "In front of so many elders, I will not kill you."
Liu Qing'er stood in the void, her face as frosty as ice.
Suddenly, the knife saw the blood and left an afterimage on the spot. In the blink of an eye, it came in front of Liu Qing'er and struck with the knife.
The cultivation level at the peak of the Extreme Spiritual Realm exploded with majestic and turbulent momentum, and the sword light was dazzling.
Liu Qing'er didn't panic, she wore Qianyu Ningxue on both hands, used her hands as a knife, and took the bloody blow forcefully.
"when"
The long knife struck Liu Qing'er's hand, but did not cause any substantial damage to Liu Qing'er, but only forced her back ten thousand meters.
If he were an ordinary monk in the early stage of the Extreme Spiritual Realm, he might not even be able to block a bloody blow. Liu Qing'er was able to skillfully defuse the terrifying blow of a bloody sword, which shocked many people.
When Dao saw the blood, he looked at Liu Qing'er who was ten thousand meters away and narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this sword was not his strongest blow, it was still extremely powerful. Originally, he thought that Liu Qing'er would have to shed a layer of skin at the very least.
I never expected to escape unscathed.
Swish——
Seeing blood, the sword struck Liu Qing'er again. The force of the sword surged like a flood, suffocating thousands of young disciples.
Liu Qing'er dealt with the sword with ease and caught every move of the sword.
Due to the large gap in cultivation between the two, Liu Qing'er was temporarily in a state of passive defense. The spiritual energy in her body was not as strong as Dao Jianxue, so she was at a disadvantage.
What surprised Dao Jianxue was that after fighting for dozens of moves, every time he thought Liu Qing'er was about to lose, Liu Qing'er was able to block it.
Not simple!
After seeing the blood, he no longer despised Liu Qing'er and decided to take action.
"Women like you are really rare."
The sword was sheathed when it saw blood. Most people didn't understand what his action meant.
"Senior brother, are you going to use that move?"
"The Saint of Changsheng Palace is really amazing. She can force senior brother to exert all his strength. Even if he is defeated, it will be an honor."
"Looking at our peers, those who can make our senior brother use this kind of Taoist technique are the top evildoers in the world."
The disciples of Mingyu Holy Sect looked surprised and talked in low voices.
The great monks present glanced at the knife and saw blood: "Is it the Mingyu Holy Sect's sword drawing technique?"
The long sword is returned to the sheath, and the power is hidden in the body.
Dao Jianxue was gathering momentum, with murderous intent hidden in his plain eyes.
Piaoxue draws his sword and cuts!
One of the top Taoist techniques of the Mingyu Holy Sect.
"Sage Liu, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now."
Once the sword sees blood, there will be no chance to withdraw it. At that time, if Liu Qing'er cannot block the sword, her foundation will be injured at least, or she will die at worst.
"No need to talk nonsense." Liu Qing'er always maintained a cold and arrogant attitude.
Dao's face darkened when he saw the blood. Since Liu Qing'er was so arrogant, he must make Liu Qing'er pay the due price.
The senior officials of the Changsheng Palace felt that something was not right, and were transmitting messages to discuss the matter.
"If the saint's life is in danger, even in front of the world's outstanding people, we will protect her."
"Mingyu Shengzong's sword-drawing skills are very terrifying. With a ready-made sword, few of his peers can catch it."
"If I remember correctly, that girl Qi Qiaoyan lost to this move in the battle with me. If Qiaoyan hadn't been lucky, I'm afraid there wouldn't be the farce today."
Holy Lord Xu Feng held his breath and paid attention to all the disturbances on the battlefield. Once Liu Qing'er's life was threatened, Xu Feng would terminate the duel even if he lost face.
In the center of the dojo, a cold wind suddenly blew up.
Pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky and scattered with the wind.
Not long after, snow was falling all over the sky, and every snowflake contained a hint of the power of a sword. Some beginner disciples with relatively low cultivation wanted to reach out to catch the snowflakes, but their palms were cut open by the snowflakes, and blood flowed out.
"This boy's sword skills are much better than before."
The strong man of Mingyu Holy Sect looked proud, even pleased.
Many outstanding people stared at the sword and saw blood, their expressions were slightly solemn, feeling troubled for their descendants. Just with this snowy sword intention, it was enough to crush countless swordsmen of their peers.
"Draw your sword and kill!"
When the knife saw blood, he held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, veins popped out, and the knife came out with one stroke.
The long sword was unsheathed and was as powerful as breaking bamboo.
Feixue froze in mid-air at the same time, and the wisps of swords converged to one point, tearing the void and reaching the center of Liu Qing'er's eyebrows.
not good!
The heart of the senior officials of Changsheng Palace suddenly trembled, and they took half a step forward, ready to take action. Xu Feng's right hand hidden under his sleeve had already condensed a magical power, which might appear at any time to protect Liu Qing'er's life.
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Both the younger generation and the old antiques looked at Liu Qing'er, thinking that it would be difficult for Liu Qing'er to catch the bloody sword.
"It's difficult!"
Everyone felt that it was good for Liu Qing'er to survive relying on her own abilities. As for catching the knife, it was extremely difficult.
If the two have the same cultivation level, Liu Qing'er would have a great chance.
What a pity.
Just when everyone thought Liu Qing'er was about to be defeated, Liu Qing'er actually stood in the void without any movement, facing the oncoming sword and drawing blood.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Dao Jianxue found that his speed had inexplicably slowed down, and the force of the knife coming from countless snowflakes seemed to have stopped in mid-air.
What's going on?
When Dao saw blood and was still confused, he saw Liu Qing'er take a step forward.
boom--
A long river running thousands of miles appeared from Liu Qing'er's feet, crossing the dojo, drowning countless snowflakes, and directly dispersed the sword.
In the invisible long river, there are shadows of ancient ruins, blooming daolians with a diameter of 100 meters, and a blue stone road, which seems to have spanned the years and shows its vicissitudes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There seemed to be the sound of war drums, coming from the long river at Liu Qing'er's feet. It was shocking and made many people's blood boil.
Seeing blood, Piaoxue drew her sword and slashed Liu Qing'er, but it was dissolved by the vast power of Changhe and returned to nothingness.
Seeing this scene, thousands of saints stood up in unison, their expressions of horror difficult to hide.