Fish swimming around the world

Everyone couldn't help but gasp. The momentum of these two people alone has caused such a strange phenomenon. How terrifying would it be to actually fight?

You know, the entire martial arts arena is still blessed by a large formation, and everyone on the periphery can only feel the wisps of breath overflowing, but this is enough to make people feel frightened.

Lu Yan is okay, he has been famous for a hundred years and is an immortal in the Holy Land, but Ying Wushuang has only been born for more than 20 years since his mother's womb. How did he reach this level of cultivation and be on par with Lu Yan?

Little did he know that Lu Yao was in the scene and was even more shocked.

In his opinion, the empress was at most equal to Ling Yun. Ling Yun was most likely underestimating the enemy back then. Otherwise, it would have been at least a draw, or even a step ahead.

But now, with just a tentative breath collision, I know that this woman is indeed worthy of being a proud woman. She is so strong. If she is given another ten years, how far can she be?

But he didn't care, "It's very strong, but you are no match for me."

The empress looked at him: "You won't know until you fight."

Lu Yan said: "I don't know what kind of heavenly materials and earthly treasures you used to build it up to what it is today, but relying on external forces can never be compared to more than a hundred years of hard work."

Indeed, in his or everyone else's opinion, the Empress must have had an adventure. The most likely possibility was that she had reached this level with the help of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Otherwise, would she have become a swordsman in her twenties? I wouldn’t dare to make up stories like this.

"Since you want to fight, I will let you experience the subtlety of Taihua swordsmanship. Don't blame others for your death or injury!"

The empress said proudly: "Just take action."

Lu Yan smiled coldly: "Ying Wushuang, this is not the place for a decisive battle. If you are qualified to truly climb the Demon Sword Peak, ask me first about my sword!"

After saying this, the sword was not unsheathed. Lu Yao raised his two fingers and surrounded the two people. Eighteen gray light pillars suddenly appeared, ten feet high, shining with a strange gray light under the moonlight.

"Xuankun—eighteen!"

Jiang Fan was surprised. At the beginning, Dugu could only use Xuan Kun Thirteen, but Lu Yai came up and used Xuan Kun Eighteen, surpassing him by countless levels.

The eighteen gray swords were like a huge prison, enveloping the two of them. Lu Yan waved with one hand: "Ying Wushuang, take the sword!"

The next moment, eighteen beams of light rose simultaneously, blasting towards Ying Wushuang in the center.

Jiang Fan's heart tightened and he subconsciously leaned forward.

Isolated by the formation, Jiang Fan couldn't feel much power, but he knew Xuan Kun Twelve and Thirteen. Lu Yao's casual attack must be very terrifying and could probably destroy the Great Sage.

At this moment, Ying Wushuang was expressionless, holding the sword in one hand without even taking it out of its sheath. He just raised his sword to meet the eighteen beams of light and fixed them in mid-air.

"Lu Yan, you are too conceited. I could have defeated this level with one hand five years ago."

After saying that, the sword hilt exploded with golden light, and the eighteen beams of light were instantly shattered by the golden light and dissipated into the void.

Lu Yao's heart sank. The Empress was far more powerful than he expected. In fact, although his attack was just a test, it was enough to kill the Great Sage. But the other party just dismissed it lightly, but it made him really take it seriously.

"Very good, take my second sword!"

After Lu Yai finished speaking, the sword was still unsheathed, but a hundred-foot beam of light suddenly rose from behind, like a dark gray giant sword reaching into the sky.

"Xuan Kun swordsmanship, every time you improve your sword, it will increase its supreme power, Xuan Kun nineteen!"

The giant sword collapsed like a giant pillar optimizing the sky, slamming into the empress.

Ying Wushuang's expression remained calm. He held his sword with one hand and directly withstood the huge sword shadow. The hundred-foot-long sword shadow was so out of proportion to hers that it was like an ant easily holding up a fallen giant tree. The scene was very inconsistent.

The next moment, centered on the contact point between the empress's scabbard and the huge sword shadow, a bright light lit up, and golden lines overflowed like lightning. Following the lightning lines, the brown giant sword exploded from the inside out. .

This time, there was a huge roar, and the defensive formation suddenly trembled violently, and the powerful energy almost broke the formation.

Fortunately, the eight elders took action in time to stabilize the formation, otherwise it would inevitably endanger Chi Yu.

Everyone has heard that for today's battle, the eight elders of Taihua jointly set up this formation. Even if seven or eight great saints attack at the same time, they may not be able to shake it.

Everyone watching the battle was horrified. What level of cultivation had these two people reached? Could it be that the power of the two of them is comparable to that of several great saints joining forces?

Everyone here is a top martial artist, and they all know that there are tens of millions of martial arts cultivators in the entire Five Kingdoms, but they are only eight hundred saints, and less than 20% of the eight hundred people who are called great saints.

Lu Yao's strange eyebrows suddenly jumped at this moment, and he let out a wild laugh: "Ying Wushuang, I really underestimate you. If you can take this third sword, you and I will fight on the top!"

After that, a real giant sword burst out of the ground from the top of the mountain a hundred feet above, and everyone felt an obvious tremor under their feet.

Everyone watched with shock. This sword is seven feet long, as thick as a thigh, gray-brown in color, and has no edge.

Xuankun heavy sword!

This is the world-famous Xuan Kun heavy sword.

The true origin of this sword is unknown, but there are rumors in the world that this sword is a natural thing. The cold and cold iron contained in the earth has naturally condensed into a sword embryo after countless years. After being discovered by Taihua Patriarch, it went through thousands of tempers before it became an incomparable sword. Go to the magic weapon. In the process, Patriarch Taihua realized the supreme swordsmanship, Xuankun swordsmanship.

Everyone knows that after Lu Yai returned to Taihua, he practiced the Xuankun Sword Art and finally mastered it. He got this heavy sword and buried it on the top of the Demon Sword Peak. It was connected to the Demon Mountain at the bottom and Taiyin above, and was tempered with his own Qi and blood. For hundreds of years, Fang people have known each other with swords and regarded them as their natal gods.

This sword weighs a thousand pounds, the heaviest in the world, and even the heaviest in history. When it is swung, it has the power to split mountains and split the earth.

It is rumored that people who practice Xuankun swordsmanship, as long as they occupy the Yin force, will have endless divine power and be invincible.

But few people have seen Lu Ya use this sword, and basically it is not used, because there are only a few people in the world who can withstand his two fingers to condense the void.

Now that the Xuankun heavy sword has appeared again, it indicates that this second immortal is finally going to take real action.

For a time, the whole audience was boiling, and the peak duel was about to begin, and the two amazing attacks just now were just appetizers.

The giant sword was suspended and upright in front of Lu Ya. At this moment, he walked in the void, looking down proudly, and finally showed the style of the magic sword immortal.

"Ying Wushuang, Xuankun twenty, one sword can kill the Great Sage, can you take it!"

Ying Wushuang looked at the heavy sword in front of him like a mountain: "Good sword, but it's a pity that it has too much demonic nature, and it loses the meaning of Xuankun sword art of great virtue, it's a waste."

Lu Ya raised his eyebrows strangely: "Everyone has his own understanding of the sword art in the world, and it's not your turn to comment on my sword art! Sword, twenty!"

The suspended and upright giant sword suddenly pointed at Ying Wushuang. The next moment, everyone felt that their eyes were blurred, and the giant sword had already fallen from the sky like a black dragon, stabbing at the empress.

Jiang Fan was shocked. With the size of this sword, if it hit a person, the whole person would be gone.