Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() Chu Lang raised his head and glanced at the sky that was about to darken. The climate of Yunzhou City was a snowy day without the sun, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Jue Wuqing reached out and touched the long sword stuck obliquely on the wall, and murmured: "Are you lonely? No, I won't let you be lonely for too long, and I will definitely make you bloodthirsty and crazy later."

The breeze blew gently, and the curly hair fluttered non-stop. Jue Wurui raised his head and looked towards the north of the city. A smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a dignified momentum rushed towards his face in the air.

People watching from below the city suddenly felt as if the sky was about to collapse. Those with lower martial arts skills fell to the ground without checking for a while, and some people couldn't resist the coercion.

Chu Lang had been paying attention to Jue Wuqing on the city wall, and when he saw Jue Wuqing's reaction, he was already secretly vigilant, so under the dignified aura, he only let Chu Lang pause for a while.

However, as the momentum continued to grow, many people around slowly withdrew from the range farther from the city wall, and stopped at a distance that could bear the pressure.

Chu Lang was no exception, he found a place outside, leaned against a tree and sat down.

A figure suddenly stood in front of Jururui as if appearing through the air, and most of the audience realized that there were suddenly more people on the city wall. Only a few people could see clearly when Xiang Ye appeared.

Wearing a long green shirt, the long hair is simply tied up with a gray cloth and then the tail hangs down naturally. The figure is tall and straight, the eyes are sharp, the outline is as sharp as a knife, and the silver gun in the hand hangs naturally, looking at it indifferently There is no mercy ahead.

Xiang Ye said calmly with no expression on his face: "Last night, the hasty fight was not enjoyable, but I still want to thank the good treasure of Guimeng. Today, I came here to thank one or two, and express my heart."

The corner of Jue Wuqing's mouth curled into an arc, revealing a yinyin evil smile and said: "Do you think you can get out of Yunzhou City? Hand over that thing and join the Qilin Alliance, you can survive, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

"You decide." Xiang Ye shrugged and smiled.

"You... Damn it!" Juewuqing said coldly, his face instantly collapsed.

Two young masters in their respective fields meet at the right time and place on such a wonderful life journey, and the fight between the dragon and the tiger will surely become an anecdote in the world in the future.

With Xiang Ye's "hum", his green shirt swayed without any wind, and the air formed a stream of air visible to the naked eye, shooting like a shooting star across the sky. Resolve the invisible.

Both of them belong to the Xiantian Realm. When a warrior breaks through into the Xiantian Realm, he can use the true energy in his body to control the aura of the surrounding air, and then create a huge power to put pressure on the opponent. Chu Lang is still a long way from the Xiantian Realm. Let's go, for the duel between Xiang Ye and Jue Wuqing, we can only worship at a close distance, and watch with bated breath from a distance.

Jue Wuqing stretched out his hands, drew an arc-shaped circle of light, and instantly formed a light blade to slash towards Xiang Ye. The light blade illuminated the entire north gate of Yunzhou City for several miles, and brought out a ditch like a snowy world. There was a cutting sound.

The silver gun vibrated lightly, and the wind was blown under Xiang Ye's feet. He picked up the spear, and ejected a burst of energy, pointing directly at the light blade with energy in it, and the two forces collided instantly, with a "bang", the light blade shattered countless Daoguang point, the energy is also dissipated invisible, the first confrontation, the two are evenly matched.

Chu Lang saw the new tide, and he had never seen such a martial arts fight that broke through the rivers and lakes. He had always dreamed of entering the Xiantian realm, but the hidden illness for many years made Chu Lang unable to follow in the footsteps of these young masters, and he was still unable to pass All kinds of thresholds.

When he was practicing martial arts with Lin Rongfu before, he heard that the realm of martial arts in this world is very different. The cultivation level before the spiritual realm is only a small foot level, far from enough to walk in the rivers and lakes.

After breaking through the spiritual realm, one can enter the innate realm, but innate masters are everywhere, and then enter the recasting mirror realm through the limit breakthrough of the innate body; to temper the body's internal organs, refine blood and cut bones to seek a breakthrough Enter the realm of the upper void; after that, the realm of the upper spirit and the realm of heaven and man.

Only after reaching the realm of the upper void, few people can reach the realm of the upper spirit. The realm of heaven and man is even a legend, and the realm of heaven and dao seems to be a myth.

The strange atmosphere suddenly rose, and there was no feeling to see that one blow could not do anything to the opponent. He drew out his long sword and spun his body to gather Qi to form a sword gang that changed the color of the world. The city walls, sand, stones and snow are flying.

Jue Wuqing in the center of the storm looked indifferent, and with a loud roar, the figure shot towards Xiang Ye like a crossbow.

Many people in the arena were stunned, watching Jueruiqing descending into the world like gods, and the roar pierced the sky over the entire North City Gate.

Luo Jin smiled knowingly when he saw this, nodded and looked at Ju Wuqing in the sky, the old man raised his hand to stroke his beard, and looked at the two people in the sky quietly.

Chu Lang didn't dare to imagine whether such a powerful sword slashing at him would turn into nothingness, so he couldn't help but secretly sweat for Xiang Ye.

The lightning flashed across the sword, which was hard to distinguish with the naked eye. Xiang Ye's silver spear suddenly turned on the spot, and dozens of spear shadows were swung out in a single breath, facing the storm-like sword gang, and the dazzling light of space shone on the ground.

The people off the court could barely open their eyes, only heard the sound of bang bang and the impact of weapons, the two in the air instantly exchanged hands, the fight was inseparable.

There are criss-crossing vigor floating in the sky above the city tower, and traces of different shades are drawn on the wall, adding another style to this ancient city wall.

"Burning the city with fire."

Xiang Ye's marksmanship is elegant and sharp, and he fights mercilessly around with his energy. The surrounding air is filled with the shadow of a fire dragon's spear, sweeping over the sky, the air is filled with a burning smell, and the snow on the city wall is like spring in March. The wind blew slightly, and in the blink of an eye, it melted into water and flowed down the city wall.

In the sky above the gate of the northern city, there were only figures and swords. It was hard to see the two of them clearly. Thousands of sword qi followed the ruthless command and changed their shapes to attack each other.

But Xiang Ye's offensive is still unfolding, with continuous marksmanship, one blow after another, sweeping across thousands, piercing the sky, blood shadows, powder falling into pear blossoms, Xiang Ye's blood shadow pear blossom spear moves are more imposing than last night Like thunder.

Jue Wuqing flew in the air, waving his sword to resist the impact of a spear, the grace of that sword, the demeanor of that spear, deeply engraved in Chu Lang's heart.

Chu Lang clenched his fists tightly, watched the two people in the arena fighting with swords without blinking, and shouted silently in his heart.

Several people in the wing room on the third floor of the teahouse were also watching attentively. The three old men were Ge Changtian from the Gu Poison Sect, and two subordinates Xia Zhong and Liu Feng.

Ge Changtian said with a smile to Xia Zhong, the man on the left: "After this battle, Absolutely Ruthless should be able to break through and enter the Innate Level [-] Realm. Within a few years, he will definitely be able to advance to the Recasting Mirror, and he may not be able to advance to the Upper Void Realm in the future."

Liu Feng, a middle-aged man with a short beard on the right, nodded and said, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune that the Kirin Alliance can have such outstanding young masters."

Ge Changtian said: "Don't underestimate those old fellows of the Qilin Alliance. Besides, Ju Wuqing has a powerful force behind him. Hmph, I don't even have the confidence to provoke the power behind him." After speaking, he picked up a cup of hot water. He blew on the tea and drank it in one gulp.

Xiang Ye suddenly disappeared during the stalemate, and the misty sky seemed to be still. The person had already jumped hundreds of feet into the air, spinning rapidly and slanting a shot, and a fire dragon rose into the sky.

As if the sky was about to burst, a bolt of lightning struck Jue Wuqing, accompanied by several silver spear flames biting Jue Wuqing madly like a dragon.

Jue Wuqing opened his mouth wide and let out a roar, shook the sword lightly, jumped back with his left foot, like a monster dragon ascending into the abyss, his eyes were red, and he slashed towards the sky fiercely.

A strong wind shock wave instantly blows and destroys the surroundings like decay. People who are close to the battle circle off the field are thrown away far away.

The battle miraculously stopped, and the surroundings were silent. Jue Wuqing's upper body clothes were turned into ashes, and he knelt on the ground with his arms tightly grasping the hilt of his sword.

Not far away, Xiang Ye stood there motionless, with his body upright, the silver spear clenched in his right hand trembled slightly, as if the sword was about to fall in the next second.

After a few breaths, Jue Wuqing looked up at Xiang Ye, and said with a friendly smile: "I have benefited a lot from this battle, and I'm afraid your Excellency will benefit more than I."

Xiang Ye didn't speak, but looked at him fixedly.

Why don't you leave a name.Absolutely heartless said profoundly.

There was an arc-shaped smile on the corner of Xiang Ye's mouth, which made Juewuqing very uncomfortable. He stared at Xiang Ye with sharp eyes for a while, and put the sword back into the sheath with a flick of his wrist.

Jue Wuqing suddenly stood up and glanced at a certain direction off the field, then turned around and jumped out of the city gate, and disappeared in the misty night in an instant. I will ask you for advice again."

Xiang Ye's left hand trembled slightly, and a stream of blood spit out from his mouth, and it took him a while to recover.Looking at the direction in which Jueqing disappeared, he quietly looked at the night sky, and after a while, he also disappeared on the city wall.

Only the fragmented scenes on the city wall are left, declaring the historical witness that the creator is about to shine brightly in the world.

But the people who witnessed this wonderful battle left the North City Gate with different expressions and various thoughts. Life still needs to go on, and they still have to go to bed at night.

Chu Lang's mind was in confusion, and he walked slowly on the street, not knowing how he got back to the small courtyard of Zhang Yue's residence.