True Immortal of the Netherworld

The seventh floor of Qingyun Pavilion.

The Dao Realm - the Big Jade White Crane - appeared in the void behind Qionghua Jun, with the Snow Chaser Sword in his right hand raised high.

On the surface of the held-up Snow Chasing Sword, the whirling snow shadow twisted and turned into the shape of a pair of crane wings.

"Take the move!" Qiong Huajun's eyes turned cold.

"Kendo-Dayu chases the snow!"

The sword falls!

A thousand-foot-long sword energy, silver lightning, white snow, and crane-winged snow-capped mountains, cut open a day of white, and cut open a world.

Sword Intent - Snow Mountain White Crane!

Sword Domain——Flying Snow!

Sword move - Dayu chasing snow!

The three of them fit together, and the peak swordsman's peak swordsmanship shocked the world.

Opposite him, Xu Yang was wearing a black dragon armor, and a huge Taoist realm - the Ming Suzaku - was reflected behind him.

Xu Yang's eyes were sharp, showing no intention of retreating. He clenched his fists and raised them high. On the surface of the fist, a pair of red fire wings appeared.

"Fist technique - Fire Wing Demonic Dragon Cannon!"

Punch out! The dragon roars!

A fist fire suddenly shot thousands of feet, black lightning and red fire, and a two-winged demon dragon blasted away the darkness of the day, blasting open a barbaric realm.

The two extreme moves collided in the sky.

For a moment, cranes roared, dragons roared, and clusters of white arcs and black arcs fought and exploded, as if two worlds were colliding, and the blast of strong wind struck back for hundreds of miles.

After a moment of stalemate between the two powerful moves, Dayu Zhuixue gradually gained the upper hand.

Astonishingly, a line of sword energy split open the black dragon demon fire from the middle. The black dragon demon fire rolled and exploded towards both sides, and the sound of the black dragon's wail was heard.

The unparalleled sword intent turned into a line of white and slashed down.

Poof!

Xu Yang's left arm was chopped off from his shoulder.

...

In the square, the crowd was holding their breath to watch the battle reflected in the psychic stone mirror, and there was a burst of exclamation at this moment.

"Ouch!"

"One sword!"

"It's just a sword!"

"It's the sword of Lord Qionghua, the master of Baiyu Peak!"

"Fairy Yu Daobai, kill Feixue with the jade sword."

"Xu Yang of Tiangui Sect was defeated after all!"

"Look, one of Xu Yang's left arms was chopped off."

"Xu Yang is the first challenger to be severely injured in the Qingyun Pavilion challenge."

"If this sword was a little more deflected, I'm afraid Xu Yang would have died."

In the audience seat, Baiyi Yaojun, who had been watching the battle, couldn't help but trembled when he saw this, and complained in his heart: "Master, didn't you promise me that you would be merciful?"

The white-bone skull lying on Guigu Zan's back stretched out a pair of bone hands to cover Guigu Zan's eyes, shaking his head constantly.

Both Zhan Yunfei and Liu Haiyu looked regretful.

Almost everyone felt sorry for Xu Yang's failure, and several of Xu Yang's friends were even worried that Xu Yang had lost an arm.

For a monk of Xu Yang's level, although he could use secret techniques to regenerate a broken arm, he would definitely have to pay the price of sacrificing his life force.

In the square, the only one who has not yet competed is the young monk in white cassock, who has just opened his eyes.

There was no emotion on the white jade monk's face, and he whispered calmly: "My friend Xu Yang, I am as witty as you."

...

At this moment, the scene suddenly changed.

Xu Yang's severed arm spurted out streams of green mist, his body turned into a wooden stake, and the black dragon armor outside his body turned into a flying black demonic fire and dispersed.

On the seventh floor of Qingyun Pavilion.

Qiong Huajun couldn't help but let out a sigh when she saw Xu Yang opposite her turned into a wooden pile in front of her eyes.

"Not good." Qionghuajun realized something immediately and looked up.

But he saw another Xu Yang flying straight down from high altitude.

Xu Yang's head was down, his toes were pointing up, his arms were stretched out straight, his fists were clenched, his body showed a golden thunder dragon, and he pulled out a

Daofei Juan's thunder arc long tail.

"Thunder Kill——Golden Dragon!"

At this moment, the gate of golden thunder in the three-color vortex in Xu Yang's body has been mostly opened, and the powerful power of golden thunder pours out crazily, pouring into this technique.

It's like a golden dragon descending from the sky!

At this moment, Qionghuajun understood everything that had just happened.

At the beginning, Xu Yang used the "Thunder Thunder Eighteen" boxing technique to resist Qiong Huajun's move of flying snow into a sword.

At that time, Xu Yang's true body was hidden in the rolling thunder of the Eighteenth Middle School of Thunder.

The power of the move waiting to be exhausted at high altitude, Xu Yang used the cover of the explosive power of the move to reach ten miles away in the sky, avoiding the detection range of Qionghua Jun's spiritual consciousness.

But Xu Yang, who is wearing the black dragon armor below, is one of his wood spirit clones. Since the wood spirit clone was transformed by the power of Xu Yang's Immortal Wood Spirit, and there was a black dragon armor outside of him, even Lord Qionghua of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm could not tell the difference in a short time.

Only Xu Yang can control the clone and the main body at the same time using the dolphin brain splitting technique to achieve perfection.

The crowd in the spectator seats in the square suddenly exclaimed.

"Look, Xu Yang was just a piece of wood."

"Is that a substitute technique?"

"No, this is a higher-level clone technique."

"Look! What is that?"

"The dragon of golden thunder descended from the sky."

"It's Xu Yang's true body."

"How did Xu Yang do it?"

"He lied to everyone."

Baiyi Yaojun in the audience took a long breath. She began to worry about the safety of Master Qionghuajun again, and blurted out anxiously: "Master, be careful."

The skeleton man lying on Gui Gu Zan's back took away the bone hand covering Gui Gu Zan's eyes, and Gui Gu Zan could clearly see the situation on the psychic stone mirror.

Zhan Yunfei whispered: "It's the high-level clone technique that Xu Yang used when he defeated me at the True Lotus Glorious World Conference. I didn't expect to deceive Lord Qionghua Jun this time."

Liu Haiyu stared at the situation on the psychic stone mirror and said in his heart: "Xu Yang's methods are the most common among people I have ever seen. His performance is always unexpected."

In the center of the square, the golden monk clasped his hands together, the third golden eye between his eyebrows flickering, and said with a serious face: "Master Qionghuajun will not lose."

...

On the seventh floor of Qingyun Pavilion.

Xu Yang deceived Qiong Huajun's attention with the art of clones, and then fell from the sky with a "Thunder Kill-Golden Dragon" move.

Seeing that Qiong Huajun had no way to hide, her left hand that had never moved quickly reached out.

The jade sleeve swung forward, and a sword shadow drew a line in the void as if hidden in the water, and flew hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

The moment Xu Yang's thunderous golden dragon killing move landed on Qiong Huajun's head, Qiong Huajun's body disappeared instantly.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The surface of Nuoda's martial arts performance stage was completely enveloped in rolling golden arcs, and the splashing thunder spread out like a golden tide, lasting for a long time.

The martial arts stage was shaking, and the void was trembling.

When the power of the golden thunder dissipated, Xu Yang's true body appeared.

"Huh?" Xu Yang said softly, looking towards the opposite side.

A hundred feet away, Qionghua Jun was standing there, but she held a sword in each of her left and right hands.

The one on his right hand is naturally the Snow Chaser Sword. On his left hand, there was a spiritual sword that was only two feet long and had a blade as transparent as a cicada's wing.

And on Qiong Huajun's right arm, a trace of blood appeared, and a golden arc rolled and dissipated. She was injured, only slightly to the flesh.

A black stream of light flashed on Xu Yang's shoulder, and a black demon dragon about a foot in size appeared, which was the true body of the demon dragon Ming Lin.

The demon dragon Ming Lin panted heavily and said, "This Peak Master Qionghua Jun is really difficult to deal with, and she actually avoided him."

The demon dragon Ming Lin suddenly turned his head and looked to one side.

In mid-air, a strange white feather fell silently.

"What is this?" Demon Dragon Minglin

His black eyes flashed, "Master, be careful."

With a pop, the piece of white feather suddenly exploded and turned into a small sword intent.

Xu Yang's ears moved and he took a step to the left.

brush!

An almost transparent sword intent cut a bloody streak on Xu Yang's right arm.

Qiong Huajun on the opposite side raised the almost transparent dagger in his left hand, and with a swish, the sword intention fell on the sword body.

The sword body buzzed, and a bright red streak appeared on its surface.

Qiong Huajun held the dagger in his hand in front of his eyes. With a burst of magic power, the blood stain taken from Xu Yang gradually turned purple, and then turned into nothingness. The surface of the dagger was as bright as new.

Qiong Huajun frowned, then opened his brows again, thinking to himself: "It's purple blood. Indeed, as the elder Lan Xingjun said, Xu Yang has the blood of the Yuan Demon in his body."

Qionghua Jun said calmly: "Xu Yang, none of us have taken advantage. Everyone knows that I, Qionghua Jun, have a sword named Zhuixue. But they don't know that my Confucian sword is a pair, and Zhuixue is just one of them. The second is the "Ling Feng" in my hand. You are the first person in three hundred years to be able to force me to use the power of two swords."

After saying that, Qiong Huajun flipped her wrist, and the two spiritual swords Zhui Xue and Ling Feng turned into spiritual light and disappeared, hidden in the sword pouch in her sleeves.

Xu Yang glanced at the wound on his right arm, and when he used his magic power, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He thought in his mind: "This Lord Qionghua really doesn't want to suffer at all. In the end, he hid a sword talisman and scratched the wound." My arm. Among the pair of Confucian swords in her hand, the Snow-Chasing Sword is good at attacking, while the Lingfeng Sword can instantly channel the sword master within a certain distance, which is her real trump card. "

when--

A loud bell sounded, the incense in the incense burner had been burned out, and the time was up.

In the square, the crowd immediately became excited.

"The outcome of this challenge was unexpected."

"It's a draw, neither of us suffered a loss."

"But it can be regarded as Xu Yang's challenge. He persisted for one stick of incense."

"Xu Yang's clone technique is so amazing."

"Qiong Huajun's teleportation technique is also something I have never seen before."

"What name should we give Xu Yang of Tiangui Sect now?"

"Black Dragon Wushuang, he has a little black dragon on his shoulders, I like it very much."

"The little prince of clones is more appropriate. There are very few people in the entire Northern Territory who can achieve such perfection in the technique of clones."

"The Golden Thunder Overlord is louder. Look at the thunderous strike he just made, and the Golden Thunder Dragon descended."

"It's vulgar, it's too vulgar."

"Remember, his name is Xu Yang."

...

On the seventh floor of Qingyun Pavilion.

Xu Yang walked up to Lord Qionghua and bowed to salute.

"Thank you for showing mercy, senior." Xu Yang knew very well that if Qiong Huajun had used 100% of his ability, he would not have just been scratched on his right arm.

"Xu Yang, congratulations on passing the seventh level test of Qingyun Pavilion. The next palace level trial is the most difficult and dangerous challenge." Qionghua Jun said.

After a pause, he continued: "Jun Yao has informed me about the matter between you and my disciple Yao Jun. In the world of cultivation, matters between men and women are not as restrictive as in the secular world. As long as you two Just treat each other sincerely.”

After saying that, Qiong Huajun turned over with one hand and held out an exquisite red sandalwood box.

"This is my gift to you. To be honest, the things in this box were originally given to me by a boy as a token of love when I was young. But he did not keep his promise. Now, I give it to you Give it to you. I hope you can be a person who keeps your promise. I will only accept Yao Jun as my disciple. If you fail her in the future, "Chasing Xue Lingfeng" will not only be used. Kill the snow that day."

"Thank you, senior, for your support. Thank you for your gift, senior. Xu Yang will definitely live up to Yao Jun's true love."

Xu Yang took the red sandalwood box and put it away carefully.

Chai Xue Lingfeng was a match made in heaven.