The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Behind Wu Shifang appeared a phantom of an ancient holy emperor, forged in pure purple-gold brilliance, carrying extraordinary divine power, and his eyes also turned into dazzling purple-gold at the same moment, as if there were countless sword runes in them, ready to come out.

He speaks softly, but his body is soaked in blood but he is not less majestic.

A first-class kendo technique.

Emperor Sword.

There is no ingenuity and cunning, the mighty, the heaven and the earth, the universe and the clean energy surge with it.

He stood on the arena with the tip of the sword pointing up, and at the same time a terrifying sword gang appeared, and the Chixiao sword energy turned into a real dragon hovering around the body of the sword gang. His eyes were fixed on the figure in the air, and the sharp edge pointed directly at Pei Xihe !

She stood in the air and slashed out with a single knife. It was equally simple, and the way was simple.

There seemed to be a three-legged crow's cry, although the sound was soft, it made the Chixiao sword dragon's body tremble. Wu Shifang was very surprised, why his Chixiao seemed to be slightly suppressed.

This sword has recognized its owner since he was born. It is a famous sword in ancient times, a generation of gods, but it is a pity that it was damaged. The sword spirit Chilong fell to the magic weapon after being annihilated. It can be accompanied by him, and one day it will recover again and return. Divine rank.

What can suppress this sword spirit?Its former sword spirit is the real soul of the true dragon.

But let's not talk about that for the time being, he quickly discarded distracting thoughts, and wholeheartedly urged the sword art, brilliantly shining, and the purple gold emperor figure behind him immediately merged into that sword.

Pei Xihe felt the sharp increase of the sword energy, as if it was going to pierce her whole body, blood seeped out of her pores, so her extraordinary body was covered with tiny cracks, like broken porcelain.

The divine blood surged out of her body, stabilizing her body, and the sword intent surged out, turning into a huge pure white blade.

The horizontal knife is actually somewhat similar to the sword, but with a single edge, it is more domineering and more murderous. The same is true for Pei Xihe's knife. meaning.

Bang!
The sword gang collided with the sword gang, and mana and spiritual power were fighting fiercely. It has been more than ten years since Wu Shifang entered the Yuanying Consummation.

He had settled down for a long time, and his real background was not much worse than Pei Xihe's.

Under the majestic bombardment, the two figures flew upside down. Both Pei Xihe and Wu Shifang were covered in blood and their breath was weak. In this collision, it was obvious that Wu Shifang had the upper hand.

This is also normal. He has been immersed in the way of swordsmanship for nearly a hundred years, and his understanding of the way of swordsmanship is naturally more than that of Pei Xihe who broke through to the way of the sword.

The bloody hole in Pei Xihe's abdomen gradually recovered during the battle, and it healed by seven or eight points, leaving only a little injury. But now, a terrifying sword mark pierced through it, almost severing her in the middle.

When the emperor's sword fell on her, it almost shattered her flesh and blood. Wu Shifang's real combat power was already enough to make ordinary early stage gods retreat.

The black blood of the gods is running crazily, emitting a large amount of divine radiance of life, driving away the will of death, and creating vitality.

Naturally, Wu Shifang will not be safe and sound, he is covered in blood, and he can't stop it no matter what, the true meaning of immortality makes his spiritual power completely unable to stop the injury.

The abdomen and right shoulder were pierced through the mouth, and all the limbs were turned out of flesh, dripping with blood.

This injury was lighter than that of Pei Xihe, but the problem was that his injury was difficult to heal, and his strength gradually weakened, but Pei Xihe possessed recovery power beyond that of ordinary demon gods.

She mobilized the remaining mana in her body, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth rushed to her, constantly nourishing the damaged meridians and flesh, and the wound in the abdomen that almost divided the person in two was also gradually healing.

This is the vitality that belongs exclusively to the ancient demon gods, far stronger than the ancient immortals and true demons back then, so it is able to leave so many bloodlines and inheritances today.

Both of them collapsed on the ground, dying, but in just a few breaths, under Wu Shifang's unbelievable eyes, the gash on Pei Xihe's waist had stopped bleeding, and his physical body gradually stabilized.

She barely stood up, holding the Tianguang Saber tightly with her right hand.

"Can you admit defeat?"

The tip of the knife was slightly curved, with a cold light shining, as long as Wu Shifang did not admit defeat, Pei Xihe would swing the knife without hesitation.

Of course Wu Shifang didn't want to admit defeat. He wanted to hold the sword in his hand tightly, stand up, and fight another thousand rounds with the knife cultivator in front of him, fighting heartily, but he couldn't.

He has lost half of his energy, and the remaining spiritual energy can only be used to maintain his vitality. The weird true meaning of the Dao of the Sword made him unable to recover, and his vitality continued to wear away, and his body was full of blood.

The pale complexion was due to excessive blood loss. If he hadn't cultivated to the Nascent Soul, his life level would have jumped a long time ago. With the loss of blood, the true essence in his body would quickly regenerate new blood. Now he would have died of blood loss.

He is powerless to fight anymore.

"I surrender."

But Wu Shifang didn't have any unwillingness in his eyes. He looked at Pei Xihe, full of fighting spirit, the power he couldn't get rid of, his master could always get rid of it. Hit!
It was just a battle, but he clearly felt that the improvement of sword intent and sword way is far better than years of hard work, and the rapid growth in the extreme collision fascinated him.

It would be even better if she was a sword repairer, but the way is the same, and the sword repair is not bad.

As he fell, Fu Yuan had already appeared on the battlefield.

Pei Xihe could only notice the faint ripples in space after he appeared.

Very strong, she can tell that it is a monk who is wandering freely, but she has not yet seen longevity. Like her master, a Mahayana monk can already control the power perfectly without causing any fluctuations. It seems that the city lord or the deputy city lord one.

Fu Yuan spoke lightly, but it seemed to fall on everyone's ears.

"In this competition, Lianran won and got one point."

Pei Xihe used her mind to control the movement of her body, called a recovery pause, the wound on her waist and abdomen was bleeding faintly, and she fell to the ground again, covered by the divine nature, even Changsheng couldn't see through it.

Suddenly, Fu Yuan thought to himself, it turned out that this female cultivator was strong just now. Although his apprentice's swordsmanship is clear, he still lacks experience in walking in the rivers and lakes.

This is called the brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

Seeing his apprentice's dumbfounded look, Fu Yuan clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and Wu Shifang really thought in his heart that the sword repairer opposite him was trying to bluff him.

A snow-white radiance emerged from Fu Yuan's palm, and it scattered away, landing on Wu Shifang and Pei Xihe.

It is the vitality condensed from pure mana.

The immortal power in Wu Shifang's body was forcibly pulled out due to the gap between the realm and the Dao Yun, and then the vitality healed, and the breath immediately stabilized and recovered steadily.

Pei Xihe was slightly amazed at the behavior of the city lord or deputy city lord to heal her wounds. By the time the white light faded, her injuries had healed by [-]% or [-]%, and the fatal wound on her abdomen was also healed.

Fu Yuan looked over with a smile: "You are all the best in my Lotus City, you should do your best, and the Lord of the City is proud of you."

Pei Xihe smiled and nodded, "Thank you, City Master."

understood.