Cold Palace Battlefield
The intense battle continued.
The only difference was that the two of them had switched opponents.
Bai Yifei's lips curled into a smile. He swung the white sword in his left hand and placed it behind his back. With the blood-red sword in his right hand, he bent his knees and charged forward like a sharp arrow.
Wei Zhuang brandished the Shark Tooth Demon Sword, and the resplendent sword Qi followed the sword. The sword light was sharp, and the two of them began to fight.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew as the swords collided.
Swoosh!
Bai Yifei's blood-red sword slashed forward, and Wei Zhuang dodged the attack.
The cold sword Qi hit nothing but air, and a string of icicles appeared on the pillar. These icicles were sharp and cold.
Swoosh!
Wei Zhuang's sword slashed down at Bai Yifei's waist, but the sword energy missed as well.
With a swoosh, the Shark Tooth Sword Qi cut through the wooden door, leaving a clean cut.
Clang!
The two swords clashed.
Wei Zhuang and Bai Yifei's long robes fluttered in the wind. Their slender figures stared at each other.
Baiyifei smiled faintly as he spun the red sword in his right hand.
As the red sword turned, a powerful chill spread from the sword to the point where the two swords clashed, and then quickly spread to the Shark Tooth Demon Sword.
Wei Zhuang snorted lightly. His sword Qi shook and shattered the profound ice cold Qi.
Swoosh swoosh…
Bai Yifei activated his family's Mystic Ice Art, and four ice vines spread out rapidly. They flew across the sky and attacked Wei Zhuang from four directions.
"Bai Yifei, you're as powerful as Xuan Jian.”
Wei Zhuang's expression was solemn as he thought,'Not only has my sword intent reached the great success stage, but my cultivation is also unfathomable. Moreover, he only used a red sword to fight me.”
Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang admired Li Yi even more.
Not only could he fight with Bai Yifei for dozens of rounds, but he could also exchange tens of thousands of moves without showing any signs of defeat.
With the Hundred Revolutions Sword of Mind, Wei Zhuang brandished his long sword. Sword Qi rose as he charged forward.
"Cross in all directions!"
This sword strike contained four variations. With one strike, four flashes of sword Qi flashed and disappeared. The sword Qi was like a dragon, and the power of the sword technique increased by more than two times.
The powerful sword Qi swept across and shattered the four slender ice vines.
Wei Zhuang wielded his sword and charged at Bai Yifei again.
The Transverse Sword Technique was second only to the Transverse Sword Technique in Phantom Valley's Horizontal Sword Technique.
" The Phantom Valley Swordsmanship. Interesting."
Bai Yifei raised the white sword in his left hand and his blood-red robe shook. A strong frost Qi burst out like a long pillar, and a strong pressure spread out.
This time, he faced the enemy with his two swords.
other side
Li Yi confronted the Black and White Profound Splitter.
The sword light was extremely fast, and his movement technique was extremely fast. Sword qi overflowed, and killing intent boiled.
As the two of them clashed, the sword light was dazzling. The overflowing sword qi cut in all directions, leaving sword marks on the old bookshelves, curtains, screens, and wooden planks.
They were all top-notch swordsmen who had reached the acme of perfection in their swordsmanship. Every slash had a three-inch sword light at the tip of the sword Qi.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged hundreds of moves.
Swoosh!
Soaring Rainbow slashed down, and Li Yi's sword slashed down.
With a clang, this attack was blocked by Xuan Jian's black and white swords.
Black and white true energy swirled and intertwined between the two of them. The wooden planks on the ground could not withstand the powerful pressure and exploded.
"Drink!"
With a loud shout, the two of them bent their knees and leaped into the air.
With explosive steps, the ground rumbled, and the wooden planks exploded, creating a hole. One could directly see the hall at the bottom.
The two of them flew through the sky and kept on clashing with their swords.
Clang clang…
Sparks filled the sky as the swords collided.
The sword of the Black-White Profound Jian was a sword of murder, a sword of slaughter.
The White Cloud Sword Technique was the sword that Ye Gucheng had been practicing his entire life. It was a cold and fierce sword, but it was also a killing sword.
They were both ultimate sword techniques, sword techniques that could kill.
As their swords clashed, the two of them flew through the air. When they were close to the ceiling, they turned their bodies and kicked each other.
Bang!
Their feet met, and powerful Inner Breath erupted, causing the surrounding space to tremble.
With a rebound of strength, the two of them somersaulted backward at the same time and landed steadily.
In a short exchange, there was no winner or loser.
The Black-White Profound Jian held the sword in his left hand, his arm hanging naturally.
At the same time, his right hand held the sword over his shoulder. His black headscarf swayed, and the corners of his long robe fluttered. He pursed his lips and smiled.
"Very good. You are the most talented genius in the way of the sword that I have ever seen.”
Swoosh!
He pointed his sword and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.""My pair of swords prefer the blood of a peerless genius swordsman.”
Buzz!
The Black and White Profound Jian's sword intent bloomed, and the slender sword body trembled. The sword spirit was responding to its master, expressing its excitement.
Xuan Jian was excited, his battle intent was boiling, and his killing intent was overflowing.
The sword spirits of the two swords in his hands were also excited. Although they were only swords, they were the 'masters'. Xuan Jian was a sword slave. The stronger they were, the stronger Xuan Jian would be.
Boom!
At this moment, two powerful Stellar Energies collided nearby, and a figure flew backward.
Wei Zhuang flew more than ten meters into the air and his back slammed into the bookcase. He and the bookcase shook violently.
He fell to the ground with his right hand holding a sword. The tip of the sword sank into the ground as he knelt on one knee.
Wei Zhuang's left hand brushed the corner of his mouth and wiped away a trace of blood.
Ta Ta, Ta Ta…
The clear sound of footsteps could be heard.
He was dressed in blood-red clothes, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and he had a devilish smile on his face, looking arrogant and cold.
Wherever Bai Yifei stepped, the Dark Ice Qi condensed into wooden planks and cone-shaped icicles.
Apart from that, numerous ice vines flew over. The trunk was five to six meters in diameter, and there were countless branches. On the branches were long and sharp thorns that were as sharp as swords.
Wei Zhuang stood up, sword in hand.
Li Yi and Wei Zhuang stood side by side in the middle of the field, holding their swords and sizing up the enemy.
Xuan Jian and Bai Yifei slowly approached each other.
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