Although the first battle is just a contest between the gods and generals, it has a profound impact on the morale of the sect and must not be careless.

At this moment, Mo Yu suddenly whispered: "Senior Brother, I think she can."

Jian Wudao hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Since that's the case, let her fight."

Yu Xuanji looked excited and threw a grateful look at Mo Yu. Obviously, at the critical moment, the seventh elder spoke for her, otherwise the sect would most likely refuse her request for battle.

She stood up and said solemnly: "Yu Xuanji will live up to the high expectations of the sect!"

Yu Luo jumped, his clothes fluttered, and he flew into the ring.

"The Sword Sect's God General Level, Yu Xuanji responded to the battle!"

She looked cold and murmured in her heart, "Dad, mother, brother, Xuanji will not disappoint you!"

Buzz —

The two rings lit up at the same time, pulling Qingyue and Yu Xuanji into the center of the Dao United Front Work Platform.

A big word "war" appeared on the heads of the two people, scarlet and dazzling.

Qingyue looked indifferent and shook her head and said, "You are a beauty, why are you an enemy of me today."

"I want to kill you." Yu Xuanji spoke lightly.

Qing Yue was slightly stunned, and a hint of pride appeared in his eyebrows, "Then let's see if the sword in your hand is faster than me!"

He raised his hand, the sword fell into his hand, and slashed forward.

boom--

The sword light shot out, and it turned out to be a strange dark color.

The breath was violent, as if it was about to crush everything.

Destroy the sword intent!

The faces of the Sword Sect changed slightly.

Although the sword intent is not as good as the one, it has terrible power after its depth.

But among the same level, the destruction sword intent is known as invincible, and the terrifying destructive power is difficult to resist.

Especially the Qingyue Destruction Sword is extremely pure, which shows that its power is extremely powerful.

Everyone was heavy in their hearts, and they glanced at them. Seeing Mo Yu's expression calm, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Jian Wudao spoke lightly, "This sect believes in the seventh junior brother's vision."

At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed drastically.

Yu Xuanji's pretty face suddenly turned pale, but his eyes became extremely bright. He raised his hand to take out the red sword and slashed forward!

She was extremely fast. She fell down with one sword without any pause. The second sword was cut down, followed by the third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword... In the midst of breath, the thirteen swords were cut down!

Yu Xuanji's body trembled and was shaking.

And opposite him, Qingyue's expression changed suddenly.

Thirteen swords, each sword is equivalent to a full-strength attack at the peak of the God General level. After perfect integration, I don’t know what changes have happened, and the sword light has turned into a silver-white color. The terrifying aura makes his mind throbbing, and even a faint sense of irresistible.

"ah!"

With a scream, Qingyue's face suddenly turned red, as if he was about to seep half of blood, then it turned pale and became bloodless. However, the sword in his hand seemed to have absorbed too much power and burst out with a black halo.

Go forward and chop down!

boom--

With a loud bang, the terrifying sword intent touched each other, and the two figures were thrown back at the same time.

The space is quiet, and all the monks of the twelve Taoist dynasties are shocked.

Unexpectedly, two general-level sword cultivators fought so much!

But in the end, who won?

As time passed, with a few coughs, the slender figure who fell to the ground got up little by little.

Yu Xuanji shook his head, bit his tongue and recovered from a hint of awakening. He used the long sword as a support and moved forward step by step.

She seemed to fall to the ground at any time, but she insisted on going over again and again.

Seeing Yu Xuanji walk to Qingyue, the ancestor Xuanyun frowned and waved his robe sleeves.

A middle-aged sword cultivator hurriedly yelled, "Stop, I will admit defeat in this battle!"

Yu Xuanji was stunned, but seemed to have not heard him speak, and the long sword in his hand stabbed him.

puff--

The long sword pierced through the chest, Qing Yue's body twitched, and there was no sound at all.

The middle-aged sword cultivator's eyes widened and he roared suddenly, "You are looking for death!"

He took one step at a time!

Feeling the terrifying aura coming from above, Yu Xuanji struggled and slowly closed his eyes.

A hint of relief appeared on her face.

Dad, mom, brother, forgive me...

But the expected death did not come, and a powerful arm stopped her, avoiding the attack of the middle-aged sword cultivator.

Yu Xuanji looked up in shock. What caught his eye was a pure black mask, but it was so warm in her eyes. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but there were waves of weak impacts coming from her body, and she could only lower her head and lean on him.
Chapter completed!