Dou Po: The down-and-out sect, sign in with Dou Di Ancestor

Chapter 157 Sifang Pavilion Tournament ([-])

"boom!"

Two huge energy beams of the same size collided fiercely in the sky, the energy of both sides was rapidly consumed, and even the space trembled violently.

"puff!"

After a slight stalemate for a while, the azure sword light finally wiped out the black light, and the azure sword with a slightly dimmed aura did not stop, and continued to slash at Feng Qing'er who was in mid-air.

"Since you are the best at using swords, I will knock your sword away to see how you continue to fight me!"

The calm and composed Feng Qing'er stretched out her jade arm, and once again pointed a slender jade finger at the big azure sword with undiminished momentum.

"The holy statue of the monster phoenix, town!"

Another ten-foot-long jet-black light was rapidly condensed out, rushing towards the azure great sword with a much dimmed light with a terrifying force.

At the moment when the black light was about to touch the blue sword, the black light turned suddenly, and attacked the blue sword from below with a horizontal strike.

"Oh!"

The ten-foot-long blue sword that had lost its vigor was instantly shattered, and the sword glow revealed the half-foot-long sword body, which was thrown high into the sky by a huge force.

"Senior brother, you have lost your sword repair sword, let me see how you fight me!"

Feng Qing'er smiled slightly.

"call out!"

Under the control of Feng Qing'er's handprint, the black light that shattered the sword light swept towards Tang Ying on the ground.

"Junior Sister, don't say such stupid things to a sword repairer next time."

Tang Ying shook his head silently.

"what?"

Feng Qing'er suddenly felt startled.

"Wan Jian Jue!"

Tang Ying suddenly closed his eyes and shouted in a low voice.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

The roar of the Peerless Sword suddenly resounded in this world.

"Well, in the sky?!!"

With her excellent perception, Feng Qing'er suddenly looked up at the sky.

I saw hundreds of identical azure swords above the sky pointing vertically at the ground and slowly vibrating and roaring, and the number of azure swords continued to increase at a terrifying speed.

One hundred handles, two hundred handles, three hundred handles
With such a huge number of great swords gathered together, the soaring sword energy caused the clouds in the entire sky to disperse.The sky cleared completely, but another huge shadow cast on the ground.

As for Feng Qing'er, who was in the middle of the locking range, the soul power in her mind was beating wildly, danger, great danger!
"Is this the supreme mysteries of Wanjiange Wanjian Jue?!"

Feng Qing'er, whose pupils suddenly shrank, said suddenly.

"damn it!"

"You old guy, why did you even hand over Wan Jian Jue to Tang Ying!"

Venerable Lei on the high platform suddenly got up and said.

"Tang Ying is my direct disciple. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next master of my Wanjian Pavilion. If I don't teach him this Wanjian Jue, who else can I teach it to?"

Venerable Sword said with an aggrieved face.

"Thousands of swords are firing together, and the Gang Qi is everywhere."

"The direction of the sword energy will cause the earth to crack and the sky to collapse."

"Has Tang Ying reached such a realm?"

Venerable Wind leaned over and said curiously.

"No, he has just cultivated to this point."

"I taught him the Ten Thousand Sword Jue when he entered the Douhuang Realm. He practiced it for less than two years. If he wants to practice the Ten Thousand Sword Jue to the highest level, he must at least wait until he enters the Nine-Star Dou Sect. .”

Venerable Sword shook his head and said.

"Forget it, even if he cultivates, he may not be able to defeat Qing'er."

Venerable Lei sat down and snorted angrily.

Venerable Wind and Venerable Sword looked at each other, smiled and said nothing, and turned their gazes to the field again.

Sensing the danger, Feng Qing'er raised her slender hands and decisively released her control over the black light. She suddenly closed her hands and formed a seal again:
"Holy Phoenix Clock!"

The black phoenix phantom that was in a static state suddenly flew towards Feng Qing'er with fluttering long sleeves below, and Feng Qing'er was pulled in by the huge wings.

"Buzz!" A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the black phoenix shadow. The light group began to squirm rapidly, and a huge and strange black clock appeared on the spot.

"Senior brother, this Holy Statue Demonic Phoenix Bell is one of the most advanced fighting skills of our clan. If you can break my Holy Statue Demonic Phoenix Bell, I will surrender."

Feng Qing'er's clear and sweet voice came from the black bell.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Tang Ying's eyelids drooped slightly.

"Wan Jian Jue, come!"

Tang Ying suddenly opened his arms and swung down suddenly, shouting.

"Clearly!"

The blades of nearly a thousand long swords that were constantly oscillating in the sky trembled suddenly, and then the sword light fell vertically to the ground like rain.

"The Holy Statue Demon Phoenix Clock, town!"

Following Feng Qing'er's coquettish shout, the weird black clock began to spin rapidly, and countless black glows burst out from the clock's body.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Nearly a thousand long swords shot down the big bell in mid-air with dragon-like sword energy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before the sword rain reached the ground, one crack after another had burst out on the silver square made of silver wood shrouded in sword energy.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Jian Yu and Hei Zhong crashed into each other.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The surface of the rapidly rotating big clock continuously emitted the sound of gold and iron clanging, this harsh sound wave was unbearable for some fighting kings.

The sword-qi long dragon composed of nearly a thousand long swords was rapidly consumed in the collision, and the black clock, which was as immobile as a mountain, still showed no signs of decay.

"Quicker, quicker."

Tang Ying had quietly clenched her hands tightly at some point and murmured involuntarily.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The black clock, whose surface was already full of potholes, had already stopped spinning, and the sound it made became more and more dull.

"Boom!"

When the last long sword was shot at Hei Zhong recklessly, Hei Zhong remained motionless like a mountain!

"call!"

Tang Ying let out a sudden breath, and then made a move to the last sword.

"call out!"

The Azure Great Sword returned to Tang Ying's hands repeatedly.

"Oh!"

The black clock, which looked extremely dilapidated, suddenly turned into countless light spots and dissipated in the air, and a graceful and delicate body wrapped in a colorful dress appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"call out!"

Tang Ying held the long sword upright and flexibly made a sword salute to Feng Qing'er in the air. A rare smile appeared on his stern face and he said lightly:

"Junior sister, you win this round."

Immediately, Tang Ying threw the long sword into the air, and the long sword floated in mid-air. Tang Ying touched the ground with his toes, and landed on the long sword flexibly.

"Junior sister, farewell!"

Tang Ying nodded lightly to Feng Qing'er, and then waved his sleeve robe, and the long sword under his feet shot towards the high platform like a long arrow drawn from the string.

That figure is so elegant and unrestrained.

Feng Qing'er, who fell back to the ground, stared blankly at Tang Ying's retreating figure, but her emotions were extremely complicated.

"Obviously I won, but why do I always feel like I'm the loser?"

Feng Qing'er, who was holding her breath in her chest, thought angrily.

(End of this chapter)