I have a role in the heavens

Qi Hao frowned and breathed rapidly. Sweat kept falling, his chest heaved violently, and sweat dripped into his eyes. He didn't dare to wipe it. It was obvious that his cultivation was better than Zeng Shushu, but for some reason, he felt that the person opposite him Zeng Shushu, who was fighting against him, seemed to be a different person. He was controlled by others in every aspect. Every move and every move seemed to be restrained by the opponent. Now he was gradually unable to struggle.

Qi Hao breathed a long sigh of relief and stepped on Bagua Step. He suddenly felt the sharp feeling coming from behind. He was startled. He changed his steps and moved to the left. However, he still felt a sword energy approaching. He had no choice but to move his steps again. It was still the same. The sword energy was approaching, and Qi Hao realized that at some point, Zeng Shushu had surrounded him with sword energy.

Looking at the sword energy around him, Qi Hao smiled bitterly, with a trace of loss in his eyes and frustration on his face. Looking at the Xuanyuan Sword blade stopped in front of him, Qi Hao let go of the Ice Sword that he was holding tightly. 's mouth said.

"I lost, Junior Brother Zeng's swordsmanship is exquisite, I am no match!"

Zeng Shushu glanced at Qi Hao distractedly, without exchanging greetings, he just walked straight to the audience. At this time, his mind was also in confusion. Who was directing him? Every move and every move of Qi Hao was calculated by him. Not bad, it's really scary.

Zeng Shushu stood in front of his father Zeng Shuchang, listening to his father's teachings absentmindedly, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd. Suddenly, a back figure came into view, Fan Yuxiao, why is he here? He shouldn't be In another arena? Could it be him?

Fan Yuxiao seemed to be aware of Zeng Shushu's gaze, turned back to smile at him, and then disappeared.

Zeng Shushu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Fan Yuxiao's spiritual sense was so sharp. He was noticed just as he was looking at him, and he was convinced that what happened today was probably his fault.

On the ring, Lu Xueqi stood in the void, with the Tianya Divine Sword raised high in her hand. A sky-blue light beam shot straight into the sky and struck down hard at Zhang Xiaofan who was on the ring. The human sword merged into one, with a powerful force. The lightning seemed to split Tongtian Peak into two.

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were already filled with the sky-blue sword energy. He gritted his teeth, and the bloody air filled his mouth. The fire stick in his hand bloomed with endless dark blue light. His palms were clenched, blue veins popped out, and there was a sound in his throat. The deep voice rushed straight towards the blue light pillar.

The sky and the earth lost color, leaving only sky blue and dark green, dividing the sky into two halves. Everyone in the audience stared at this spectacular scene in stunned silence. No one thought that Zhang Xiaofan, who had been relying on luck to advance, could actually be on an equal footing with Lu Xueqi , has such superb strength.

Although Zhang Xiaofan is only at the fourth level of Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, his dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, his wide meridians, vast Dantian, and deep magical power are comparable to those at the sixth level of Yuqing Realm, or even beyond, so he can compete with him. Lu Xueqi has been resisting till now.

The light dissipated and everyone gradually regained their sight. The scene in front of them made everyone exclaim. Lu Xueqi was still spotless and otherworldly, standing in the void. The Tianya Divine Sword in her hand bloomed with azure brilliance, and Lu Xueqi The blue clothes on her body set off each other, and the ribbons are flying, making her as ethereal as a fairy, making her unattainable.

Zhang Xiaofan, on the other hand, had a stern look on his face, his whole body was stained with blood, and his clothes were full of bright red, and the original color could no longer be seen. His eyes were full of persistence and madness, and he stared at Lu Xueqi in the void. His fighting spirit was overwhelming, and his aura was stronger than before. A three-point victory was like fighting against fate and never giving up.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in her cold eyes. She didn't expect that the opponent was so tenacious. Even if she used all her strength, it was still difficult to defeat her. It was like a rock in the water, indestructible and giving people a headache.

Lu Xueqi took a deep breath. She could see what the other party was thinking. The battle was endless. She slowly rose up, walked seven steps in the air, stepped on the Big Dipper, raised the Tianya Divine Sword with her right hand, and pinched the seal with her left hand. Jue, with a move of red lips, a cold sound echoed through the square, shocking everyone. Even Daoxuan Zhenren and other first-class figures in the sect stood up one after another and looked at the moon-like moon in the sky with horrified expressions. Lu Xueqi from the Lower Fairy.

"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder. The brilliant power of heaven is drawn with the sword!"

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the originally clear sky instantly turned dark. Dark clouds rolled in, covering the sun. The wind was strong and whistling. There were electric snakes dancing wildly in the surging dark clouds, and there were bursts of thunder. It's like the roar of heaven and earth, which makes people awe-inspiring, and a chilling atmosphere fills the space between heaven and earth.

Tian Buyi's expression changed drastically, he looked at Master Shuiyue and said angrily.

"The good disciple you taught actually used the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique on a fellow disciple. Is she trying to kill Xiao Fan?"

Master Shuiyue also had a gloomy expression, but when he heard Tian Buyi's roar, his anger surged up and he spoke harshly.

"When competing with others, my skills are inferior to others. How can I blame others?"

Tian Buyi snorted angrily and ignored Master Shuiyue. He already held the Red Spirit Immortal Sword in his hand and stared at the ring. If anything went wrong, he would rush to the ring and save his disciple. As for winning or losing, , it’s no longer important!

Master Shuiyue's originally indifferent face showed concern for the first time, and he looked at Lu Xueqi in the void. With her current cultivation level at the eighth level of the Jade Clear Realm, she was still too reluctant to use the divine thunder, and could easily lose control, which would be extremely dangerous. Big, how could she not worry.

Zhang Xiaofan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. His eyes were full of blood. He raised his head and looked at the thunder in the sky. There was no fear or fear in his heart. He only had one thought in his mind. If he died under the thunder today, senior sister. Will he shed tears for himself, will he visit his grave every year, or will he soon forget about himself and live a happy life with Qi Hao?

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were deep, and the fire stick in his hand seemed to be stimulated by the Tianya Divine Sword. The dark blue light became stronger and stronger. The dark light was like water, clear and bright. Thousands of years of grudges ended today.

The sky became darker, with dark clouds pressing overhead, and a huge vortex slowly appeared in the thick clouds. It seemed to be a passage leading to the nether world, which was daunting. Thunder exploded, the sound shook the heaven and the earth, and endless pressure pressed down from the void. The Qingyun Sect disciples who were watching could not bear this astonishing pressure and retreated one after another. , as if there was an invisible obstacle, the arena was empty.

Fan Yuxiao raised his head and glanced at the stubborn Lu Xueqi. Although two years had passed, Lu Xueqi still could not control the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique freely. Her face was pale, without a trace of blood, and she was just struggling to hold on.

Fan Yuxiao took steps, went against the crowd, went upstream, and stood alone under the ring, head held high, so conspicuous.