The heavy wave of vitality finally dissipated slowly, and Wen Qingye stood not far away and looked at Yan Xiangyang, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Yan Xiangyang's silver teeth clenched, looked at Wen Qingye and said in disbelief: "You weren't injured yesterday?"
” "No," Wen Qingye said with a light smile.
Yan Xiangyang nodded. sneered: "Okay, it's better if you're not injured, today I will let you know what is the pride of the sky and what is the strength of the truth" Yan Xiangyang said, the sword in his hand continued to tremble, and the whole body above the sword body completely showed a dazzling red light, and after that, everyone could only feel an extremely hot temperature slowly discharging from the sword body.
The scorching breath kept coming, and many people with low strength changed their complexions, and they couldn't breathe for a while.
"Flame Dragon!"
Yan Xiangyang moved violently, the sword in his hand seemed to cut through the air, and the scorching flame was like a fire dragon, devouring the surrounding air, and from a distance, the surrounding air was scorched and deformed.
"Wow!"
Wen Qingye's face was solemn, and at this moment of lightning, the sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, like an ordinary sword, but with a throbbing light, the white light flashed suddenly, directly shining on Yan Xiangyang's eyes.
When Wen Qingye swung out that sword, everyone present stood up and looked at Wen Qingye in shock.
Yan Xiangyang felt a pain in his eyes, and couldn't help but close his eyes, and the sword in his hand instinctively captured Wen Qingye's position and stabbed it.
"Bang!"
A fiery red sword qi hit the ground of the purple stone ring directly, and the purple stone ring shook suddenly.
"Sonorous!"
Yan Xiangyang's pupils contracted suddenly, and the sword on his palm quickly blocked forward, and in an instant, Yan Xiangyang felt a huge aftershock coming from his palm, and his body took four or five steps back before stopping slightly.
Yan Xiangyang looked at Wen Qingye not far away, a trace of incredulity flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she frowned at Wen Qingye, "Xuanguang Sword Technique?
” Why was everyone surprised, because Wen Qingye used the swordsmanship that Xia Moyu had comprehended from the Xuanguang Mirror, the Xuanguang Sword Technique.
Everyone was surprised that Wen Qingye was able to use this Xuanguang Sword Technique, which was too shocking, you must know that when the Xuanguang Mirror was opened, everyone didn't know that Wen Qingye actually comprehended the martial arts of these seven grades.
"Didn't Wen Qingye comprehend anything?
How can I comprehend the Xuanguang Sword Technique?
Xia Moyu muttered.
"Genius, Wen Qingye is definitely a genius" "It's such an amazing comprehension, I see that he just glanced at it casually, and he actually comprehended this Xuanguang swordsmanship, it's too demonic" "It turns out that Wen Qingye has been hiding clumsy, so I said, with Wen Qingye's talent, how can he not feel anything about the Xuanguang Mirror" The new students were just surprised, but the old students and the people at the viewing platform had different visions, and they were shocked beyond measure, why did Wen Qingye's Xuanguang swordsmanship be natural, as if he had been cultivating for many years, was it talent?
Wen Qingye smiled lightly and said, "Your reaction is quite fast, not bad!"
” Yan Xiangyang heard Wen Qingye's praise, and a nameless anger rose in his heart, his appearance pierced Yan Xiangyang's heart more than any insult.
Yan Xiangyang's face was very ugly at the moment, she originally thought that she could easily defeat Wen Qingye, but now it seems that Wen Qingye's strength is completely beyond her imagination.
Yan Xiangyang gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind in his heart, only to see Yan Xiangyang's hand dance rapidly, and several sword flowers continued to fly in the air.
Yan Xiangyang's sword is a six-grade sword, the sword is incomparably sharp, and the eyes look at the sword body, and there seems to be a clear cold light on the sword body, which makes people feel frightened.
At this time, Yan Xiangyang's sword seemed to exude an extremely cold light from the inside out, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop.
Suddenly, as if the surrounding ice and snow were flying, the sudden frost and snow slowly spread, and several hurricanes began to blow slowly.
Chilly!
This is the reaction of everyone.
It was as if the time had suddenly changed from the end of summer and the beginning of autumn to the coldest season of the martial arts in the cold winter of Sanjiu.
A cold, crisp cracking sound of ice slowly unfolded.
Is it frozen!?
Everyone saw that Yan Xiangyang's sword actually showed traces of ice, but in the blink of an eye, Yan Xiangyang's sword seemed to have become a peerless frost sword!
Many people around found that the breath exhaled from their mouths and nostrils immediately turned into a white piece as soon as it came out.
"Aohan Sword Technique First Style!"
Many people have already guessed the origin of this swordsmanship.
The ice sword in Yan Xiangyang's hand moved, this was the seven-rank martial arts Aohan sword technique that Yan Xiangyang had just comprehended under the Xuanguang Mirror.
Everyone saw a huge blue sword qi waving towards Wen Qingye, the sword qi carried a supreme cold, the speed was extremely fast, and everywhere it passed, it was a cold that spread away, and after a while, half of the purple stone ring turned white.
At the same time, the sky seemed to be falling white snowflakes, flying all over the sky, and the snowflakes were dancing in the air, like dancing elves, beautiful.
At this time, Wen Qingye took a step back, his brows furrowed, the sword in his hand moved rapidly, and the Qingxia sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, with a touch of blue cold light.
If the coldness of Fang Cai was palpable, then the moment Wen Qingye pulled out his sword, many people were so cold that they had lost consciousness and consciousness.
"Ao Han Sword Technique, I will too!"
Wen Qingye's sword was not frozen, but it had a touch of ice-white light, and Wen Qingye's back seemed to have turned into a silver-white world.
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That touch of coldness seemed to be emanating from the cold ice of the Nine Shades, and the bottomless coldness made everyone's souls tremble.
Chilly!
Endless cold!
The cold that goes deep into the bone marrow!
"Ao Han Sword Technique Third Style!"
The sword in Wen Qingye's hand stabbed forward violently, and a purple cold light flashed on the tip of the sword, and the light was engraved with the ice of time and space, as if the feeling of freezing everything.
"Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
” The sunlight refracted down, and the surrounding world trembled, as if two huge icebergs collided with each other, affecting everyone's hearts, and everyone's hearts stopped beating in an instant.
When everyone reacted, everyone saw Yan Xiangyang still standing there, and the sword in his hand was still at the moment when he waved the sword.
Wen Qingye's sword was on the ground under her feet, and she saw the strange ice and snow covered on the bluestone ground of the ring, like a glorious silver-white giant mirror, reflecting a magnificent brilliance!
The entire purple stone ring was frozen by Wen Qingye's sword!
It turned into a silvery white.
Wen Qingye, a sword froze the entire purple stone ring!
Shock!
Unbelievable!
Everyone gasped!
Why did Wen Qingye also have a sword technique, and why was he more skilled and powerful than Yan Xiangyang's performance, as if he had mastered the essence of it?
Everyone was deeply shocked by Wen Qingye's sword, and their eyes were fixed at that moment, and even the referee in the ring forgot to judge the winner.