On a blue clear sky, the sword light was still better than the morning glow, and it was splashed unscrupulously. Two bands of sword energy confronted each other and the majestic sword energy clustered clearly. The woman in silver-haired and white clothes stood on the sword with her hands behind her back. The young sword immortal in black-haired and black clothes opposite the woman had a calm face, and the 4,800 sword energy around her that was already real as life and death, and the two swords were full of agility.

Ran Xiaoxiao's lotus feet were light, and the immortal stood on the stilt-like ground on the tip of the sword, with an indescribable demeanor. After many years, she once again showed the solemn expression that she had when she was fighting against Yun Lan in front of the Kunlun Army. Now they had already tried hundreds of ways of trying. She felt that the unfathomable word, which describes an old monster for thousands of years, could be used in front of the person in front of her.

This is not a half-step refining void. Even the elder of the Immortal Realm who has become famous for hundreds of years in Kunlun is not as difficult as him? The woman couldn't help but feel angry. What kind of outstanding people is Qingyun Mountain? One powerful guy after another!

"Senior Sister Ran, Junior Brother offended me."

Chang Xi, who was holding a sword, smiled slightly, and when the thoughts came, the sword moved. Four thousand and eight hundred life and death yin and yang sword energy were spreading at his feet like a flower scattered. Every few feet, a sword energy paved the way, connecting one by one, and in the sky where thousands of feet of wind whistled in Kunlun, a bright road made of sword energy was paved.

The black-clothed sword immortal stepped out on the sword energy in one step. After repeated repetition, he began to run wildly.

Thunder suddenly burst into the clear sky over Kunlun.

Chang Xi's chest was boiling and buzzing. His body running wildly in the sky could even drag out the magnificent wisdom tail behind him like a comet when he swept through the sky. He was covered in his body with golden light from the immortal body of the Dragon Emperor or the morning glow shining behind him. His aura was moving forward, just like the passionate and passionate way of the Million Cultivator of Kunlun when facing the invading demons.

Chang Xi cuts the mountain and cuts the river in front of him, and his energy is restrained on his palm.

Ran Xiaoxiao, who was pulling clouds and hanging a sword with three thousand six, prefers it in his hand. A light that was even more dazzling than the sun suddenly burst out from Yingbaijian, and then a sword was handed out.

The clear sky was filled with ripples and ripples that could be seen in the naked eye.

The woman retreated thousands of feet long, and the man leaned back slightly and took only half a step back.

Ran Xiaoxiao stabilized her body and breathed a deep breath. Her beautiful eyes closed slightly. She saw that her whole body began to emit light like a dazzling sun. The thick aura that was only one step away from the Living Void Realm was like a river rushing into a river. Her skin, face and even every hair were dyed with holy white. Even thousands of cloud swords around her were also coated with light. The fairy silk made of holy white light fluttered around her in the wind, making her whole body as undesecrated as the Nine Heavens Xuanwo who descended from the heavens to the mortal world.

The woman's beautiful eyes opened again, and her aura was completely incomparable.

Under the light, the incompatible black robe seemed particularly dazzling.

"I heard that Xiao Xiao has only used this magical power of full load to activate the spiritual root of light only twice before." Yu Che, who was leaning against the inch of the Yin, said softly: "The first time was to face Yunlan, who had just been traveling north in Qingyun, and the second time was to use it when Xinghai tribe encountered a catastrophe on the front line. We didn't have the chance to see it twice. Today is a great feast for the eyes."

Kunlunzi shook his head and said, "If Chang Xi had really fought against Zeng Jiuhe of the Wanxian Sect with his own strength, even if the little girl used her magical powers of the Light Spirit Root, she might not be able to gain a advantage."

Facing the holy woman with dazzling light in the distance, Chang Xi's face was calm and calm. He only heard him speak softly: "Han Guang, Green Frost, Red Shadow, Wugong, Apricot Blossom Branches."

If the general points a powerful soldier on the general's platform.

Five swords with the full sword intent of Ruyi hovered beside the master.

Chang Xiti was once the red shadow of Cheng Yao's sword in his hand, holding it high towards the sky, and a fire suddenly rose in the clear sky like a tide rolling towards the woman opposite, and it was a magical power.

At this moment, the woman who was almost divine in her hand was in her hand, and she collided straight into the fiery red cloud tide with the 3,600 cloud swords beside her. In just an instant, she shattered the sword move that could easily submerge a cultivator of the God Transformation Realm into nothingness.

Chang Xi raised the apricot blossom branches again without any rush. When the Juejian Shi Shen, which was once famous in Tianyong City, came to his hand and a rain of apricot blossom petals suddenly sprinkled on Kunlun Yuzhu Peak. Many Kunlun disciples who have never left Suzhou have never seen apricot blossoms, and they can't hold them in their palms and love them.

"Juvenir Style? Apricot Flower Ballad!"

"A moment of beauty? Song of Everlasting Sorrow!"

It was actually two sword moves used together!

There were still three thousand glorious cloud swords left by Ran Xiaoxiao. Once again, the Kunlun army's fierce and fearless rushing force collided with the two sword-like magical powers. Amid the strangulation of the sword energy in the sky and the numb cutting sound, the three thousand radiant cloud swords were equally matched with the 4,800 life and death Yin and Yang sword energy.

With the sweet scolding of the Kunlun woman, Chang Xi's two magical powers were broken again.

Suddenly, Ran Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a warning. Among the apricot petals flying all over the sky, an arrow that was so sharp that the world was so dazzling that it pierced the sky and went straight to her eyes!

Her face became solemn, and even the white light shining on her body was restrained. In an instant, six white wings condensed behind her back, which made her already ethereal and traceless agility suddenly go up to another step. The next moment, the momentum of the arrow that could almost wipe her face and shoot into the distance, almost killing the country with one arrow.

Ran Xiaoxiao was forced into a slightly embarrassed figure by the strong wind rolled up around the arrow light.

Chang Xi had no choice but to put down the long bow flowing in his hand, and he really thought that Ran Xiaoxiao, who was almost in a celestial manner, would not be easily succeeded by him. He looked into the direction where the arrow light disappeared from afar, sighed, looking at the strength of his bow and sword energy, Han Guang and Bugong, who had just been shot on the bow, were probably going to take half a day to fly back.

Chang Xi jumped down from mid-air, stepped back to the open-air dojo again, slowly landed in front of the statue of the Human Emperor, with her back facing Ran Xiaoxiao who was like a god coming to the world.

Ran Xiaoxiao did not be arrogant and proud because of breaking Chang Xi's pride and magical powers one after another. She only looked at the man in black on the other side of the dojo calmly, and subconsciously held his favor tighter. It was obvious that the radical had the upper hand in the duel, but the Xinghai tribe in the open air dojo didn't dare to breathe.

For some reason, they felt the illusion that the building was about to be filled with wind and wind.

It seemed that he had a premonition that Kunlunzi, who had always been paying attention to the top showdown of the younger generation in the Immortal Palace, stood up and stared at Chang Xi.

Chang Xi's eyes were half golden and half silver cross.

The Yuehong Sword and the Hole Sword are combined into one, turning into a solemn and ancient golden long sword.

He stood with his sword, folded his hands on the hilt, and his face began to blur.

The sword that was so majestic that it was no longer invincible was rising like the scorching sun.

The statue of the Human Emperor under the Jade Pearl Mountain seemed to be alive under the almost trembling eyes of Ran Xiaoxiao and the Kunlun cultivators. The phantom of the Ten Thousand-Five-Footty Human Emperor stood between heaven and earth, and the six ancient swords in the mist of the stars behind were unsheathed. The woman in red-shirt who could vaguely see the beauty of the country and the beauty of the country twisted her eyes and looked at Ran Xiaoxiao, who had spread her wings in front of her but no longer knew how to fly.

Then there is a finger covering the sky and pointing it in the sky.
Chapter completed!