Countless eyes converged on the head sect of the Burial Heaven Sect, and they held their breath one by one, and right now, this tense atmosphere made their hearts all stand still.
At this time, a black sword appeared in Zhao Grayyi's palm, and his eyes looked at Wen Qingye, and he suddenly became fierce.
Wen Qingye and Zhao Shenyi looked at each other, and there seemed to be sparks in the air.
In the silence of the sky, there seemed to be an infinite hurricane emerging from the ground, and neither of them said a word, but the fighting spirit was agitated.
Then, the figures of the two moved, and at the same time, they swept over, and the two majestic vitality they saw turned into a torrent of gold and gray, roaring in the sky, and then in mid-air, they slammed together.
Sonorous!
The sound of gold and iron echoed throughout the sky, and where the blades collided, a wave of golden-gray qi surged into the distance.
Zhao Shenyi only felt that there was a strength as heavy as a mountain coming from his arm, and his arm was slightly numb from the vibration, and what surprised him even more was that there was a gap where his low-grade Yiyang Sword and Wen Qingye Sword collided.
You must know that in the palm of his hand, he has spent half his life refining a spiritual magic weapon, but now when he touches Wen Qingye's sword, it seems to have become tofu in an instant.
The swords of the two continued to hold each other in mid-air, and neither of them allowed anyone to take half a step.
Wen Qingye's eyes were cold, and with a lift of his palm, the surging vitality instantly reached his arm, and then he slammed his fist into Zhao Grayyi in front of him.
Zhao Shenyi watched Wen Qingye's punch attack on him, he didn't dodge or dodge, and met Wen Qingye's surging punch with one palm.
Bang!
The thunder resounded, and the hurricane formed by the impact of the vitality raged wildly, and the surrounding attics, pavilions, and towering trees were also uprooted, and then turned into debris by the terrifying impact force.
The two vitality slammed together, collided, collided, this did not have too many ingenious martial arts, only some laws and vitality collided, which looked more shocking and touching.
Zhao Grayyi's body flew out directly, and fell heavily to the ground, only to see that the ground was stepped on by his feet, and countless cracks continued to spread into the distance.
Wen Qingye's body also floated and fell to the ground, but the situation was obviously much better than Zhao Grayyi.
Zhao Shenyi's eyes had a hint of emotion in his eyes, and said: "Wen Qingye, your talent is really terrifying, I remember that a year ago, you were still a cultivator of the Yin-Yang Mirror Eight Heavens, and you just became famous in the ancient country of Liuli, but I didn't expect that after such a short period of time, you were able to fight with me, and you still had a faint upper hand."
Wen Qingye!?
Everyone around was amazed at which person it was who could suppress Zhao Grayyi at such a young age, and when they heard Zhao Grayyi say this, everyone looked at Wen Qingye intently.
"He is Wen Qingye, he is as strong as rumored, and he is not very old" "Such terrifying strength, at such an age, he can suppress Zhao Grayyi" Wen Qingye held the sword in one hand and said indifferently: "Zhao Shenyi, you should know what the Burial Heaven Sect has done, I don't think I need to say more, I have heard that you are still a little chivalrous, so I finally remind you, if you leave, I will not kill you."
When Zhao Huiyi heard Wen Qingye's words, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, how could he not know what the Burial Heaven Sect had done?
He was also resentful of such a cult as the Burial Heaven Sect, and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that he would one day become a helper of the Burial Heaven Sect "I know, but" Zhao Shenyi's arm stretched out, at the height of his shoulder, and then his wrist turned, and the sword in his hand also turned, exuding a sharp coldness, he took a deep breath, looked at Wen Qingye helplessly, and said: "Each is its master, you don't need to say anything else, you and I will definitely have a winner today, if I am killed by you today, I Zhao Shenyi will never complain, die well, and repay a piece of kindness to my emperor, if you are killed by me, I admire your peerless assets, Then I will personally send your body back to the Tianxuan Sect Tianwu Kingdom, and let you return to your hometown."
Zhao Grayyi's words were sonorous and powerful, and they reverberated in everyone's hearts.
Everyone looked at him with gray hair and wanton wildness, and they were all shocked in their hearts.
Wen Qingye glanced at Zhao Shenyi deeply, and said, "I have already accepted mercy, since this is the case, I will fulfill your loyalty."
Exercise restraint!?
Really?
Wen Qingye's words echoed in everyone's hearts and began to ripple.
Everyone's thoughts were still in a hurry, and they saw Wen Qingye's body slowly floating, and the sword in his hand exuded a Dawson-white aura, which was extremely cold, and it hurt to the depths of everyone's bone marrow.
Wen Qingye's hair swayed with the cold wind, and his steps stepped into the void step by step towards Zhao Grayyi, and as he walked step by step, the restless vitality around him began to revolve around Wen Qingye's side.
The frost-white air flow continued to rotate, forming a huge white vortex centered on Wen Qingye and spreading towards Zhao Gray's clothes.
"The third sword of the Ice Sword Technique, the Ice Vortex!"
The frost-white air currents were filled with sharp ice, extremely stunning, terrifying.
The wind and frost chilled Wen Qingye's eyebrows, and countless murderous aura seemed to be withheld, hidden in countless broken ice.
When Zhao Huiyi saw Wen Qingye's move, his complexion immediately changed suddenly, and his heart seemed to begin to wrinkle, and he seemed to be able to feel that his life was passing and death was imminent.
At that moment, the torrent-like vitality continued to roar out of his body, and countless weather vitality also joined it, only to see his gray robe being shaken and hunting, and looking solemnly at Wen Qingye in front of him.
The sword in the palm of his hand also flourished with the light, Zhao Grayyi grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and then stepped forward violently, and the sword in his hand slashed directly towards the trivial ice fragments.
Phew!
Phew!
Phew!
Countless ice fragments were directly slashed by Zhao Grayyi's sword, turning into nothingness, and Zhao Grayyi's did not stop there, and continued to stab towards Wen Qingye.
"Give me Ning!"
Wen Qingye looked at Zhao Grayyi who was rushing towards him, his face was expressionless, the sword in his hand was raised slightly, and the countless cold ice currents around him suddenly converged, constantly condensing and transforming, forming a huge ice sword.
The ice sword came out like a nine-shaded one, the frost was piercing to the extreme, and there was an endless cold air around it, and then the sword body turned to Zhao Gray and rushed over.
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Just when the sword in Zhao Shenyi's hand touched the huge ice sword, the sword in his hand actually began to form a stream of cold ice, and it was still spreading towards his body.