Stunning beauty

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west yard.

A contract of ten strokes, a battle with distinct strengths and weaknesses, breaking through the limits of youth.

The strongest magic weapon, the combination of man and sword, Li Ziye's combat power has been raised to the highest peak in history.

In the twinkling of an eye, the four tricks confronted each other, and the tricks were in danger.

The strength of Hauni has never been questioned by anyone.

At the moment when the victory or defeat is about to be divided, changes come and go.

The real body turns into an afterimage, the afterimage is divided into the real body, a sword pierces through the air, and the offense and defense are instantly reversed.

Before the swordsman is three feet away, there is a restricted area.

This is the eternal truth.

Even if Hong Ni is strong, it cannot change this truth.

"Bah!"

The clothes are torn, and the sword light is dazzling.

Hong Ni retreated fast enough, but she was still cut through the clothes of her left arm by this sword, losing by a hair's breadth.

"Wonderful!"

Outside the battle situation, when Luo Luo and the others saw this round of offense and defense, their eyes burst into dazzling light.

The change of tactics just now is really wonderful.

If it wasn't for Hong Ni's cautious nature, perhaps, she had already lost.

"such a pity."

Dong Li said softly, "It was the best chance for that little guy just now, but Hong Ni avoided it, so it's hard to say the outcome."

in battle.

After switching from attack to defense, and taking advantage of one move, Li Ziye's figure flitted past, and quickly bullied him.

The swift sword is like lightning, and the offensive like a storm wants to completely reverse the situation.

In the blink of an eye, there are three extremely fast attacks and defenses.

Come back to your senses, ten moves, only the last three moves left.

Unwilling to end the battle like this, under the attack of the violent storm, a sharp brilliance flashed in Hong Ni's eyes, she blocked a sword and threw a palm, breaking the battle.

Shocking, a touch of vermilion fell from the hand blocking the sword, so dazzling.

The next moment, Hong Ni's whole body was filled with true energy, and the wound on his left hand was immediately sealed.

For the first time, the incomparably powerful Elder Xixi took it seriously.

"There are three moves left."

Outside the battle situation, Luo Luo's expression was condensed, and he said, "But, this little guy seems to have exhausted his strength."

"not necessarily."

Dong Li shook his head lightly, and said calmly, "Didn't everyone notice that the breath of the Li family boy is not in any mess."

Luo Luo and Nan Lie were shocked when they heard the words.

Is it!

"He hasn't used the Holy Fighting Technique yet."

Ban Bian Yue watched the battle ahead and said slowly.

"Holy Fighting Technique!"

Banbianyue's words fell, and during the battle, Li Ziye let out a soft drink, and the true energy in his body charged against Shenzang, and a majestic and messy aura surged out.

The edge of the sword whined softly, the green and red aura flowed wildly, the pressure of the sword filled the air, and a wave of dust was rolled up.

"Leave the dust and return!"

The ten moves were approaching, Hong Ni didn't want to defend passively anymore, and took the initiative to attack for the first time.

"Flying Immortal Art."

Facing Elder Hong Ni's attack, Li Ziye let out a deep drink, broke through the limit, and his aura rose again.

"Four Realms Absolute Wolf Smoke!"

The move collided head-on, and there was a loud shock, and the boy's figure flew several feet away.

Exercising the Supreme Saint Fighting Technique, Li Ziye's cultivation broke through the limit and stepped into the third realm for a short time.

There is a big difference between the three realms and the four realms. It is as difficult as ascending to the sky to defeat immortals in reverse.

however.

For Li Ziye, it was not the first time that he faced an opponent whose cultivation base was far superior to his own.

The moment the trick was broken, Li Ziye was ready.

Haoran Gang Qi blocks its strength, the strongest defensive move of Confucianism, it is colorless and invisible, it turns into a body shield to block the remaining strength.

"boom!"

For a brief moment.

The Haoran Gang Qi burst out at the sound.

"A bright mirror is not a stand!"

Between breaking the move, the second layer of protective air shield appeared, and the golden light flowed, standing firm as a mountain.

Then there was a loud bang.

Also just for a moment, the Buddhist holy move shattered in response, and the starlight dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

The move of the four realms is so powerful.

Li Ziye's reaction was not unpleasant, but he still couldn't stop this amazing power.

Three tricks were broken in a row, and Zhang Jin finally added to his body.

A pool of blood spattered, dyed red clothes.

Three steps away, Li Ziye staggered and stabilized his figure.

The gap in strength will never be changed by anything.

Strong is strong, weak is weak.

Brutal and true.

just.

After blocking three moves in a row, Li Ziye still managed to bear this incomparably powerful palm.

The hand holding the sword, with blood dripping down in pools, symbolizes this battle of disparity in strength, and the outcome is about to be decided.

"Are you denying defeat?"

Hong Ni spoke with a calm tone.

Even though there are still two moves left, at this moment, Hong Ni has truly recognized the young man in front of him.

The offense and defense just now, this little guy has done well enough.

She is in the four realms, under the absolute suppression of her cultivation, no matter how exquisite her moves are, she can't make up for this huge gap.

"Junior, you can still fight!"

Under Hong Ni's gaze, Li Ziye staggered to stabilize his figure, raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said firmly.

"it is good."

Hong Ni nodded and said, "Then use your sword to show me your determination to win!"

"As the elder wishes!"

Li Ziye replied in a deep voice, calmed down, stepped forward, and the true energy in his body surged wildly.

"Flying Immortal Art!"

"It's cold just before dawn!"

With a deep shout, the sword blared like a bell, the sound was deafening.

Li Ziye's body was full of sword intent, endless.

The strongest move is to stand firm.

In the red light that illuminates the eyes, peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, plums are moving at night, and afterimages are flying.

A sword, reflecting the morning sun.

The scorching sun rising from the east, the morning light falling on the earth, under the morning light, this sword is so bright.

Even better than the nine-day scorching sun.

this moment.

In the world, it seems that there is only this sword left.

The blue-red sword body exudes a shocking aura.

During the battle, Hong Ni looked at the sword that pierced through the air, her expression completely frozen.

Knowing that this is the strongest move of the young man in front of him, Hong Ni did not dodge or evade, and blocked this amazing sword head-on.

Outside the battle, Dongli and the others watched the battle that was about to end, concentrating on it, waiting for the final result.

They knew that this move was already the limit of the third son of the Li family.

Nine strokes are amazing enough.

Even at that moment, people saw the hope of victory.

It's just that the difference in cultivation is too great!

in battle.

Chun Jun flashed a bright sword light, and instantly arrived in front of Hong Ni.

win or lose.

Only between this trick.

"Keng!"

Hong Ni raised her hand and pointed, blocking Chun Jun's sharp edge.

however.

The sword's edge was blocked, and the sword's intent was not exhausted. The flickering sword light turned into a sharp sword energy, and attacked the person in front of him.

Hong Ni's face changed slightly, she let go of her sword, and retreated rapidly.

Li Ziye stepped forward, the sword in his hand was like a shadow, and he threw the sword with all his strength, breaking the boat and trying to win.

Within ten steps, one advance and one retreat, the sword will come to an end.

"Little guy, today's you really impress me, it's a pity!"

Ten steps later, at the moment when the sword was about to run out, a powerful aura erupted from Hong Ni's body, and she slapped out with a palm, making a strong counterattack.

Immediately.

Blood spattered, staining the boy's clothes red.

The outcome has been divided!

"What a pity!"

Outside the battle, Dongli and the others also showed regret on their faces.

Just a last resort.

"Buzz!"

Unexpectedly.

Just when everyone thought the battle was over.

In the battle situation, variables regenerate.

The blood-stained Chunjun, with a dazzling red light and a spirit, seemed to feel the unwilling heart of its master, and the breath of the sword fed back, filling the young body.