"Hey."
Ding Yuan suddenly smiled, and said: "After fighting for so long, Yang Qingxuan finally became enlightened."
Everyone knew that he was the number one swordsman in the Northern Five Kingdoms, so there must be a reason for what he said, Qing Buli asked: "Brother Ding Yuan, what do you mean?"
Ding Yuan said: "Yang Qingxuan's understanding of sword intent is very deep, and Zuo Heng's sword intent is also very powerful, and his cultivation base is better than Yang Qingxuan's. If it is a competition of sword intent, I am afraid that we will not be able to tell the winner after three days and three nights. Therefore, it can only be used to the extreme in Kuaizi, if one party can't keep up, it will be cut immediately."
As Ding Yuan said, after Yang Qingxuan increased the speed of his sword, Zuo Heng obviously became restless, and the scope of the sword glow began to shrink.
Moreover, under the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts, every sword has ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the evil scene of purgatory appears, disturbing people's minds.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Under the extremely fast sword speed, the frequency of the two swords' clashes became continuous, Zuo Heng retreated again and again, his body began to bleed, obviously he couldn't keep up.
"Chick! Chick!"
Suddenly, a large number of vines grew from the array, entangled Yang Qingxuan's feet at once, and spread up along the body, entangled the head and hands.
The corner of Zuo Heng's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, and he slashed forward with a sharp sword.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and was entangled by the vine, and immediately slowed down by half a beat, and the vine was full of poisonous thorns, wrapping around his body, which had a paralyzing effect, which made his reaction slow down.
"Martial Soul?!"
Yang Qingxuan reacted in an instant, the suppression of the martial soul radiated from the center of the eyebrows, the vines "cracked" and peeled off from his body, and Baigui Yexing hurriedly stood in front of him.
"boom!"
Ye Ting Chun Yu struck on the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, and the beheaded Hundred Ghosts howled. Yang Qingxuan took two steps back, and when he took the third step, a large number of vines rose from the ground again, entangled his feet, and caused his body to groan. Unsteady, he fell backwards.
And Zuo Heng's sword came across the sky again.
Yang Qingxuan grabbed Baigui Yexing and blocked it. At the same time, he made a tactic with his left hand, and a burst of sword energy spread from his body, cutting the vines to every inch.
"boom!"
It was another extremely powerful blow, like a mountain pressing down horizontally, making his tiger's mouth numb from the shock, and he flew back until he hit a chess piece, then his body trembled and stopped.
I only felt the qi and blood in my body surging, and the skin entangled by vines still felt numb.
"Sure enough, you have to wait a certain amount of time after performing your Martial Soul Suppression once."
Zuo Heng stuck out his red tongue, licked his lower lip, and said grimly: "After you figure out this pattern, you will have no threat at all."
He stretched out his left hand, with five fingers spread out, a strange force emerged from the palm, it was a Martial Soul seal, in the shape of a "zigzag", a poisonous vine with thorns.
Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and he jumped up.
Countless poisonous tendrils exploded from the place under his feet and the chess pieces behind him, chasing after them in the air.
Yang Qingxuan's true energy turned into wings, and flew straight up sixty or seventy feet, before the poisonous vines stopped, dancing in the air like long snakes.
"The attack range of your martial spirit is sixty feet."
Yang Qingxuan made a precise judgment immediately.
Zuo Heng laughed wildly: "Haha, so what if you know? Could it be that you can always fly in the air without getting down? Besides, even if you delay and can't get down, I can go up!"
He jumped up, turned into a stream of light, raised his sword, and charged upwards.
And from the limbs of the body, a large number of poisonous vines also gushed out, and went straight away with the sword energy.
With a sullen face, Yang Qingxuan's sword moves together, and all ghosts walk in the night, slashing away wildly. And seven or eight sword souls emerged around him, turning into sword realms, and slashing towards those poisonous vines.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two fought fiercely in the air, and sword shadows criss-crossed.
But Yang Qingxuan was distracted by other swords, and Baigui Yexing's slashing speed could not be increased, but was pressed and beaten by Zuo Heng, and kept retreating.
"laugh!"
A poisonous vine broke through the defense of the sword world and wrapped itself around Yang Qingxuan's leg, like a poisonous snake, taking advantage of the trend to wind up.
It was also fortunate that he had practiced physical skills, but his skin felt numb. As an ordinary warrior, he would have been poisoned already.
Yang Qingxuan grabbed a sword with his left hand and cut off the poisonous vine.
How could Zuo Heng miss such a good opportunity, Ye Ting Chunyu slashed down wildly, and sent Yang Qingxuan flying with a "bang", throwing a line of blood in the air.
Yang Qingxuan spurted a few mouthfuls of blood, and that night Chun Yu's powerful sword rushed into his body, cutting the muscles and meridians of his body like a knife, and his physical functions began to be destroyed.
Not only that, the Hundred Ghosts Night Walker in his hand, and the hostile ghost spirit on it, were almost beheaded, and there was no spirituality on the sword.
"Sorry."
Yang Qingxuan let out a long sigh. He knew that these sword souls were all peerless swords before he was alive, but because of his limited strength, he couldn't exert their powerful power and humiliate the swords.
"Ha ha!"
Zuo Heng laughed wildly, and said, "This battle has finally come to an end."
His body was entwined with poisonous vines, and his face was full of savagery. With the attitude of a victor, he pointed his sword at Yang Qingxuan and said coldly, "As long as you kneel and kowtow in front of me, I can spare you."
Wu Qiyue looked coldly, watching quietly, without any expression.
"Hehe, Nephew Zuo Heng is really magnanimous. At this time, he can still think about forgiving the other party. As the saying goes, the benevolent is invincible."
Wang Qing laughed loudly, with a relaxed look on his face.
Zuo Ming also heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a chuckle: "I don't know who I learned from this kid, benevolence and righteousness are good, but in the face of the enemy, it is better to kill them all." color.
Su Yu and others were silent.
Su Ying said angrily: "Brother Qingxuan will never lose!"
Wang Qing said with a smile: "Hehe, the princess is still too young and too impulsive. I remember a sage said that objective existence does not depend on people's will. Although the princess is wholeheartedly looking forward to Yang Qingxuan's victory, the cruel reality cannot be changed. ah."
Su Ying bit her lips, and said coldly: "The game is not over yet, so you just keep your eyes open and watch. Blindly making random comments will only make you appear superficial."
Wang Qing's face turned pale, and all the upper echelons of the empire were present. Being contradicted by a little girl like this made him feel very embarrassed, but if he refuted the past, it would first offend the majesty of the royal family, and second, it would be even more embarrassing, which made him feel depressed. After saying a word, I stopped talking.
On the court, Zuo Heng sneered and said: "Why, kneeling down can't make you lose face? Hehe, my original intention was to smash your face and let Qiyue know who is the person she should really care about."
Yang Qingxuan calmed down for a while, smiled coldly, and said, "Is your head sick?"
Zuo Heng froze for a moment, then became furious, and shouted: "Go to hell, you bastard!"
The powerful zhenyuan exploded from his body, and Yeting Chunyu made a sharp piercing sound, which was so dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open.
Countless poisonous vines rushed up from his body, entangled with the sword force, and spun around being squeezed by the air waves.
(end of this chapter)