Tian Yuan

Hyun Chang-sung, in the clouds.

The clouds and fog were thick, covering the figure.

Chen Qingyuan and Yan Qianling faced each other, one in white and the other in blue.

A Yulan sword stirred the sea of ​​clouds thousands of miles away, and the sharp sword intent split the void everywhere, forming thousands of white whirlpools of different sizes.

For this battle, Yan Qianling would not hold back, and directly showed his own cultivation fluctuations.

Half step to transform into a god!

All of a sudden, the surrounding audience exclaimed, and their expressions changed dramatically.

"Among my peers, I'm afraid few can make it this far."

No wonder Yan Qianling has such self-confidence and doesn't want to be squeezed out of the top ten.

"Boom"

With a dull sound, a dark ancient mirror appeared in Yan Qianling's hand.

There are strange law ripples flowing on the mirror surface, which seem to be evil eyes, possessing the terrifying power to devour the soul.

The black round ancient mirror was stuck to the palm of Yan Qianling's right hand, with a diameter of about two feet.

"war!"

After Yan Qianling's words fell, his figure appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan in an instant, using the law of heaven and earth in his body, and slapped out with his right palm, and the black ancient mirror burst into a black light of extreme coercion.

This blow seemed to be able to smash thousands of mountains, and the surrounding space was directly distorted, suffocating the souls of those who watched the battle, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"break!"

Chen Qingyuan stood on a high place without moving, holding the sword in his hand, and swung lightly.

The sword light collided with the black light from the ancient mirror for a few breaths, and then the black light was split into two.

"boom"

The split black light passed by Chen Qingyuan and fell to both sides. One smashed the sky and the other pierced the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Qianling attacked again, with a long roar, the spirit power rioted, and black hair rushed to the crown.

"clang!"

The power of the ancient mirror spewed out like a tide, turning into thousands of strange and unpredictable powers, wrapping towards Chen Qingyuan from different directions.

Chen Qingyuan didn't dare to be careless, and fused the Qiankun finger of Daoyi Academy with his own swordsmanship, and stepped into the half-step no-sword state in a short period of time, and swept across with his sword, destroying the power of the ancient mirror that was about to approach his body.

At the same time, Chen Qingyuan made another strike.

Swah——

The flashing sword light came to Yan Qianling in the blink of an eye.

Yan Qianling's pupils contracted rapidly, and he quickly put the ancient mirror in front of him as a defense.

"Boom"

With a loud noise, Yan Qianling retreated several miles backwards, his right arm trembling slightly.

Chen Qingyuan's sword made Yan Qianling feel great pressure, and his face became very solemn, not daring to despise him in the slightest.

"How can you have such sword power with only the cultivation base of Yuanying's early stage?"

The surprise in Yan Qianling's eyes could not be concealed, her heart trembled slightly, and her hands tightened.

There are quite a few sword cultivators among the onlookers, and they can infer something just based on Chen Qingyuan's sword just now, but they just can't believe it, and their expressions are shocked: "Chen Qingyuan has already realized the realm of no sword, then But the realm that our sword cultivators yearn for all their lives!"

"Coincidence!"

Many people don't want to believe it, thinking that they are wrong.

"He fought against Shengzi Yan, a half-step god of transformation, at the Nascent Soul Realm, which is enough to prove that his swordsmanship is far superior to us."

Under normal circumstances, there is a huge gap in strength between each small realm, like a natural moat, insurmountable.

You won't know until you try it.

Yan Qianling stabilized her mind and took the initiative to attack again.

"Wow—"

Dozens of ghostly figures formed in the sea of ​​clouds.With the naked eye alone, it is impossible to tell where Yan Qianling's real body is.

Chen Qingyuan scanned the surroundings for several times, his pupils glowed with a pale golden light, and he displayed a top-level pupil technique of the Daoyi Academy, which can distinguish between authenticity and falsehood, sweep away evil spirits, and see through falsehood.

With a glance, Chen Qingyuan broke through Yan Qianling's illusion, and attacked his body with a sword.

"Chong-"

An understatement of a sword, accompanied by a sword groan.

A sword mark tens of thousands of miles long appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, and the dozens of phantom figures transformed by Yan Qianling all shattered, while his true self raised his right hand above his head, relying on his own spiritual power and the black ancient mirror to resist the shocking attack. Sword, the whole body tensed, and the pressure increased sharply.

This is an illusion that Yan Qianling has practiced for many years. He thought that with the help of the ancient mirror, he could disturb Chen Qingyuan's line of sight and find an excellent opportunity to make a move.

However, Chen Qingyuan cracked the illusion so easily, which made Yan Qianling doubt life.

"what......"

The huge sword light exuded terrifying coercion, which made Yan Qianling unable to hold on, and screamed loudly.

After a stalemate for a while, Yan Qianling activated the black ancient mirror in the palm of his right hand, causing it to produce a strange devouring power, absorbing all the power of the sword.

Next, the two sides fought about a hundred moves, and they fought back and forth.

According to Yan Qianling's expectation, he had an absolute advantage originally, but the situation was quite different.

Now that the battle is over, Yan Qianling has no way out now, and must grit his teeth and fight until the last moment.

At a certain moment, Yan Qianling found a suitable opportunity, and immediately turned the ancient mirror in his palm, emitting a terrifying aura.

"boom"

Chen Qingyuan blocked it with his sword, his body flew upside down for ten miles, and the sound of chi chi piercing through the air was very ear-piercing.

Just when Yan Qianling felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Qingyuan teleported to his side and stabbed with his sword.

"boom"

The moment Yan Qianling's face changed drastically, he immediately used the technique of body protection, and pointed the ancient mirror at Chen Qingyuan.

Although Yan Qianling's reaction was quick enough, it was half a step too slow.

"Tear"

The sword light flashed, and a deep sword mark appeared on Yan Qianling's left arm.

Immediately, Yan Qianling backed up, keeping a safe distance from Chen Qingyuan.

"why?"

Yan Qianling's eyes were both startled and puzzled.

Up until now, Yan Qianling, whose cultivation was much higher than Chen Qingyuan's, was actually at a disadvantage.

It wasn't just Yan Qianling who doubted herself, but also the crowd watching with blank and shocked expressions.

"Fight!"

Yan Qianling gritted her teeth and whispered, deciding to gamble her foundation and make a final contest with Chen Qingyuan.He did not believe that Chen Qingyuan, who had re-cultivated, could surpass himself in such a short period of time.

This result, he cannot accept.

Ever since he was kicked out of the Top Ten, he often heard some gossip. He was indifferent on the surface, but he was tortured in his heart.He wants to prove himself with practical actions and stand at the top of his peers in the Northern Wilderness.

"Om-"

The temperature of this void dropped suddenly, and hundreds of phantom icebergs appeared in the sea of ​​clouds.

Yan Qianling stood on the top of the tallest iceberg, like a king, overlooking the mountains and rivers, with an unparalleled expression.

"Edict!"

The black ancient mirror separated from its right palm and floated in front of it.

Yan Qianling's right index finger touched the center of the black ancient mirror, and a cut was made with the index finger, and blood flowed into the ancient mirror.