Holding the sword and holding the sister away

In fact, in this life-and-death challenge, Fu Yan is also gambling. After all, Zhou Zhenlie's strength is not too much, but although she may not win so easily, it is not that simple for the other party to defeat her.

As Fu Yan's words fell, the entire competition stage became quiet, she held the Linglong Broken Sword tightly, and the next moment, her figure moved quickly.

After these ten days of hard training, Fu Yan is already a small success in Wind Shadow Walk, and now her speed is dozens of times faster than the last time she stood here, so only one breath, her figure appeared in the Beside Zhou Zhenlie.

Zhou Zhenlie easily dodged the sharp sword blade past his ear.

"Since Junior Sister Fu wants to compete with me so much, I won't be polite to Senior Brother." Zhou Zhenlie looked at Fu Yan and couldn't help smiling, but this time he didn't hide anything, his eyes were full of coldness.

At first, he just wanted to play for fun, but now it seems that the other party really has murderous intentions towards him, and Fu Yan also caused him to lose this month's spirit stone and vitality pill. At this time, Zhou Zhenlie is naturally very angry.

Although he was a little surprised by Fu Yan's strength when he competed with Qin Xinrui last time, but in his eyes, it was nothing at all, looking at the figure passing by him.

It's a shame about the face, he thought.

After the words fell, Zhou Zhenlie finally quickly raised his sword. On the huge competition stage, the true energy fluctuated, and the two powerful air currents collided sharply. In just a few breaths, the two people on the field had already passed more than a dozen hands. .

The audience in the audience were a little dumbfounded.

"It seems that this junior sister is really not simple. She can really survive in Zhou Zhenlie's hands. Are all newcomers so against the sky? Anyway, Zhou Zhenlie is also ranked above 100 in strength."

"I thought this life-and-death challenge was nothing to watch, but now it finally has something to watch."

"So what if you don't lose the wind, didn't she take advantage of it?"

"Please, this junior sister's rank is only over 600, but she can compete with Zhou Zhenlie. Isn't that good enough?"

"..."

While staring at the two figures in the arena, the people in the audience did not forget to chatter and discuss.

At this time, Fu Yan was also tense, and she didn't dare to be careless. She and Zhou Zhenlie's cultivation level was one level behind, so it really wouldn't be that simple.

"It seems that I underestimated Junior Sister Fu, Senior Brother." Zhou Zhenlie's eyes became a little dim, and the strength shown by Fu Yan really made him a little different.

Dozens of hands have passed, and he, who was consecrated in the middle stage, has not been able to get any advantage, but has been pressed hard by every step.

If it goes on like this, isn't it waiting to be seen as a joke.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhenlie's face was obviously a little ugly. It seems that if he wants to end this battle as soon as possible, he can no longer hold back.

In the next second, the real energy in Zhou Zhenlie's body began to skyrocket. He tightly held his sword hilt, staring coldly at Fu Yan who was opposite him: "Junior Sister Fu is still too self-righteous. Today, I am considered a senior brother." I will teach you a lesson."

As he said that, he suddenly jumped up, and the hand that was in mid-air suddenly let go of his sword, and the air flow between the sky and the earth was like splashing and releasing water, sharp and rapid: "Ten thousand swords return to their hearts!"

Looking at this move, the audience immediately exploded.

"Brother Zhou's Wanzong swordsmanship has actually learned the second style of Wanjian Guixin. I remember that he has only learned this set of swordsmanship for half a year."

"What, the human-level middle-level swordsmanship has learned the second form in less than half a year. Zhou Zhenlie's talent should not be underestimated."

"Junior Sister Fu is now in a difficult situation. If she doesn't have the same powerful swordsmanship, it is estimated that this life-and-death challenge will be won or lost."

At that time, Fu Yan looked at Zhou Zhenlie's swordsmanship, and couldn't help frowning. This sword was really powerful, and Fu Yan seemed to have returned to the last time when he fought against the disciples of the Zilan Sect in the Chihei Mountains. The breath of terrifying death rushed towards him.

If she was ten days ago, she might really die under this sword.

However, today's Fu Yan already has the strength to fight, I saw that she also quickly grasped the Linglong Broken Sword tightly, the true energy in her body began to churn, and she stood upright with the sword.

The first form of Wuhuan Sword, Phantom!

Yes, after more than ten days of hard training, Fu Yan finally comprehended the first form of the Wuhuan Sword, phantoms are virtual and real, true and false, ethereal and shadowless, this is the mystery of the Wuhuan Sword.

In the next second, countless eyes saw that Fu Yan on the competition stage was slightly grazing with his sword, and for a while, only her swaying figure could be seen in the field, while Zhou Zhenlie in the middle seemed to be tightly surrounded by people, without any trace. A little breakthrough.

"What kind of sword technique is this? Why do I feel that the breath is as terrifying as Zhou Zhenlie's Wanjian Guixin."

Someone shouted in surprise, "This...it turned out to be Wuhuan Sword!"

"I know that this Wuhuan sword can be said to be the pinnacle of human-level middle-level swordsmanship, and it is extremely difficult to practice. I once heard that a senior has studied this Wuhuan sword for half a year, but he couldn't get a clue. "

"Ah, I know. I heard from Master that the Wuhuan Sword is actually not difficult to cultivate. It's just that ordinary people can't comprehend the mysteries of swordsmanship at all. It requires extremely high comprehension skills for practitioners."

"Although this Junior Sister Fu's aptitude is average, I didn't expect her comprehension to be so high."

While everyone in the arena was still full of surprise, the two in the arena had completely bumped into each other. Zhou Zhenlie only felt that terrifying sword energy was coming from all directions around him, surrounding him.

However, he believed that he would not lose.

So what about Wuhuan Sword, in the face of absolute strength, nothing is worth mentioning, Fu Yan is only a small initial stage of consecration, in his eyes, it is nothing!

In an instant, everyone saw Wan Jian Guixin facing Wu Huan Jian, and there was a huge explosion on the competition stage. If it wasn't for the formation surrounding the competition stage, the entire audience stage would have been greatly affected.

"Break it!" Zhou Zhenlie screamed with all his strength.

"Pfft~"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Fu Yan's mouth. During this powerful collision, her own cultivation base couldn't bear it at all, and she even felt the turbulence of the breath in her body.

But at this time, Fu Yan had no choice but to shoot, she shot out the last bit of body-protecting essence, and the Linglong Broken Sword, which was stalemate in front of her, quickly began to surge, directly smashing Zhou Zhenlie's body-protecting essence, like a broken bamboo. through his stomach.

"Kacha", it was the sound of Qi Hai shattering.

The next moment, Zhou Zhenlie fell out of the air, and a huge amount of blood spurted out from his mouth in an instant.

For a moment, everyone held their breath, and I don't know how long it took before someone yelled in disbelief: "She...she...she actually shattered Zhou Zhenlie's sea of ​​energy!!"

The sea of ​​qi is the foundation of a cultivator. Once the sea of ​​qi is broken, the cultivation level will be destroyed. After that, he will be just a useless person who is not as good as ordinary people.

And for any immortal cultivator, he would rather die than become a cripple.