Chapter 1172： Dayan 18 Jie

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A clear sound of sword chirping sounded, and thousands of cyan flying swords fluttered in the sky. Wherever they passed, the void made a burst of piercing sounds, and a powerful airflow emerged out of thin air.

Wang Qingshan's eyes turned cold, and he took a step forward. Thousands of cyan flying swords suddenly turned into a cyan sword, more than thirty feet long, with wide mouth and fangs.

The blue-colored sword dragon circled high in the sky, pounced on Zhao Richen, and was about to tear Zhao Richen to pieces.

Zhao Richen was in no hurry, and when the magic trick was pinched, countless yellow gravels flew up, and after a while in the sky, they turned into two yellow giants more than ten feet tall, covered with a layer of yellow rays of light, one of them held a yellow light. A mace, one holding a five-zhang-long yellow giant sword.

When his tactic changed, the two yellow giants waved their weapons and attacked the blue sword dragon.

Klang-kang-kang!

A series of metallic muffled sounds, the yellow mace and the yellow giant sword slashed at the cyan sword dragon, and a burst of golden light erupted.

Wang Qingshan snorted lightly, his momentum rose, the cyan sword scorpion's rays of light soared, and its size increased more than a circle. There, a large amount of yellow gravel flew into the cyan tornado, making a muffled "ding ding" sound.

This is a duel between small supernatural powers and spiritual arts. Wang Qingshan and Zhao Richen have the same cultivation level, but Wang Qingshan has understood the sword will, and the small supernatural power has the blessing of the sword, and the power is greatly increased.

Boom!

After two deafening roars sounded, the two yellow giants were smashed by the cyan tornado and turned into billowing dust, and the dust was blown away by the powerful airflow.

The cyan tornado was like a rainbow, heading straight for Zhao Richen.

Zhao Richen's face became solemn. He used spiritual skills, and Wang Qingshan used a small supernatural power. Did Wang Qingshan think that with a small supernatural power, he could defeat him?

Zhao Richen's tactic changed, his hands flickered with a large piece of yellow aura, his right hand moved slightly towards the void, the void made a muffled "humming" sound, the void was twisted and deformed, and a yellow giant tower more than ten feet high emerged out of thin air, yellow The glow of the giant pagoda is erratic throughout the body, as if it were made of beautiful jade.

Spiritual Town Spirit Pagoda!

The bottom of the yellow giant tower spurted out a yellow glow, and a powerful airflow emerged out of thin air. Countless yellow gravels were drawn into the yellow giant tower. The cyan sword dragon struggled, but it was useless. .

Wang Qingshan snorted lightly, his hands clasped together, a deafening dragon roar sounded, the yellow giant tower suddenly burst open, and the cyan sword dragon's body shrank by more than half, and continued to pounce on Zhao Richen.

Zhao Richen's face panicked. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. It was not that he had never dealt with Jianxiu before, and Wang Qingshan's strength was far beyond that of his previous opponents.

When his tactic changed, countless yellow mists lit up all over his body, and the yellow mist rolled over and suddenly turned into a yellow giant python more than thirty feet long, with dense scales.

Spiritual swallowing python.

The yellow giant python opened its **** mouth and pounced on the blue sword dragon.

Boom!

The result was the same, the yellow giant python was torn apart by the cyan sword scorpion, and the cyan sword scorpion's body shrank by half, but it was only about ten feet long.

The cyan sword flood continued to pounce on Zhao Richen, Zhao Richen's sleeves and robes flicked, and countless yellow gravels flew up, turning into yellow sand blades, smashing the cyan sword flood.

At this moment, thousands of green flying swords had already arrived in front of Zhao Richen, covering the sky and blocking the sun, blocking all of Zhao Richen's paths.

After Zhao Richen's body surface lit up with countless yellow spiritual patterns, a yellow battle armor appeared on his body.

Thousands of blue-green flying swords made a clear sound of sword cries at the same time, and they suddenly merged into one, turning into a blue-green giant sword, which was cut head-on. torn apart.

Boom!

The Sky-high Sword slashed on Zhao Richen's body, and small cracks appeared in the yellow armor on Zhao Richen's body.

There was a loud crack in the air, and a blue-green rainbow light lased and hit the yellow armor. The yellow armor was instantly shattered, and a yellow glow appeared on Zhao Richen's body. It was obviously a magic weapon-level vestment.

His face was flushed, and he was unwilling to lose to Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan took a step forward, the light of the giant sword soared, and Zhao Richen's pressure increased greatly.

One step, two steps, three steps

Wang Qingshan took five steps forward, the light of the giant sword soared, Zhao Richen opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood essence, his face was slightly pale.

"Okay, in this competition, Wang Xiaoyou won. He is indeed the disciple of Sword Master Xiaoyao, and the nephew of Qinglian Xianlu. He really is a true learner."

Murong Rong's sleeve robe flicked, and an invisible force held up the Giant Sword, which turned into a little blue light and disappeared.

All the cultivators present took a breath of cold air. Zhao Richen and Wang Qingshan did not use magic weapons from beginning to end. With only minor supernatural powers and spiritual techniques, ordinary cultivators were not their opponents at all.

"Hmph, Zhao Richen, you have embarrassed our Dayan Dynasty too much, and so is Fa Xiu."

A man's voice full of disdain came from the sky, and a golden long rainbow flew over. After a few flashes, it landed near the ring.

The light dissipated, revealing a golden-shirted youth with bright eyebrows. The golden-shirted youth was tall, carrying three flying swords on his back, and his body exuded a faint evil spirit.

"Seventh Uncle, this is Dugu Yunfei, one of the Eighteen Heroes of Dayan. The Dugu family is one of the seven kings with different surnames in the Dayan Dynasty. He is good at swordsmanship. Dugu Yunfei ranks ninth among the Eighteen Heroes of Dayan."

Wang Tianwen reminded Wang Qingshan through a voice transmission that the Dugu family is an old-fashioned immortal cultivator force in the Central Plains Xiu Xianjie. It is rumored that the ancestors of the Dugu family came from Wanjianmen in the South China Sea.

"Under Dugu Yunfei, Daoyou Wang would like to enlighten me?"

Dugu Yunfei's eyes were fixed on Wang Qingshan, UU reading asked in a deep voice.

Now when it comes to the faces of the two immortal worlds, Dugu Yunfei naturally hopes to defeat Wang Qingshan, the beast conference held by the Murong royal family, the monks of the Nanhai Xiuxian world are in the limelight, and the monks of the Dayan Dynasty are just foils, which is too shameful.

"Okay, Wang also wants to meet fellow Taoist Dugu for a while."

Wang Qingshan agreed, he was stuck at the bottleneck, and he learned from the experts of the Dayan Dynasty, which would help him to resolve the bottleneck.

"My cultivation is higher than yours. If you compare, you won't be able to win if you win. The limit is three moves. Within three moves, if I beat you, I will win. If I can't beat you, it will be a draw. How? ?"

Dugu Yunfei didn't dare to be big, and there is no vacuous person under his reputation. Wang Qingshan's reputation in the East Wasteland Cultivation Realm and the South Sea Cultivation Realm is not small, it is better to be cautious.

"good."

Wang Qingshan didn't care about these false names. He knew very well that the best result was a tie. If the monks of the Dayan Dynasty were not allowed to step down, the Wang family would also face difficulties in the future.