The steps under her feet were light, as if she was carrying a gust of wind, and it fell to Shi Feixuan. The scimitar seemed to have removed the moon in the sky, leaving most of it in the sky, and the remaining half was captured in her hands. With a wave of the demon slash, the bright moonlight gathered, and pounced on her opponent with a gentle drunkenness.

With a "clang" sound, Shi Feixuan drew out the beautiful empty sword. The white light was bright and bright, as if the sun was rising in the sky, making people unable to open their eyes and avoid them.

The swords and swords intersected, and with a "ding" sound, everyone woke up, and then I realized that these two peerless beauties came to duel. Some people even knew the identities of the two, and realized that this was probably one of the beginnings of chaos in the world.

Shi Feixuan took the initiative to give in, but the second move was not polite. The light on the sword was restrained, like the sun rising just inside the morning glow. With seven points of warmth, it was still three points of coldness and stunning the opponent.

With a chuckle, the Demon Slash gently moved forward, like a dragonfly slashing the water, touching the Sekong Sword, and another ding dong sound, and it was about to part. She shook a circle, and the scimitar was like the moon, quietly wiping towards Shi Feixuan's heart, throat and other key points.

Shi Feixuan shook the sword, his wrist moved quickly, and the sword attacked like a storm. Unwilling to be outdone, he cut off the scimitar. There were balls of light and dark light burst out between the two, and the sound of the weapon hitting the windowsill like raindrops, ding ding dong dong, which was very pleasant.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought for twenty or thirty moves, regardless of the difference. The more compassionate and solemn expression on Shi Feixuan's face, the more rapid the Seikan sword in her hand became. The compassionate and Vajra's anger were unified on her alone.

But Huan seemed a little distracted, and every move was casual, like a child who had just learned to walk, holding chopsticks and making random gestures in the air, with no rules at all. However, every move of the opponent could not escape the arc of the Demon Slash.

The breeze blew by, and the two men's clothes were floating, like two butterflies dancing among the flowers. Their posture was so beautiful that they blocked everyone's praise in their throats. I couldn't find any word to describe it.

Even Lu Miaozi didn't think about the struggle between justice and demons, and the righteousness of the world, just like everyone, admired this beautiful figure and danced with a picturesque style.

Shi Feixuan took a desperate attack and slowed down first, urging Cihang's sword script to the extreme. She saw her every move with the fragrance of the morning and the mysterious tranquility, which made people intoxicated. The Se Kong Sword was like a flying bird, passing through unimaginable trajectories, weaving layers of thin hazy fog, covering the other side.

But Wu Xiao did not resist and turned into a little girl picking mushrooms in the morning mist. She carried a basket. The Demon Slash was like her little hand picking mushrooms. Every time she attacked, she could always gain something. She couldn't help but make a brisk sound, one by one, rippling in people's ears.

This battle is completely different from the previous one. The two not only compete in strength and skills, but also in artistic conception. Cooperating with their beautiful faces and graceful figures, every frown, smile, and even every move, all scatter the beauty of the world.

Everyone was in a daze, unable to tell whether it was true or false, whether it was illusion or painting, whether it was human or immortal. They fell into a dream together and were reluctant to wake up for a long time.

The more Shi Feixuan fought, the more frightened he became. Before he even used the magic of the Demon, he restrained himself. The artistic conception she showed was that the other party did not resist, but naturally integrated into it. It was like the house she built, but the other party was more familiar with the beams, pillars, tables and chairs than she was, and it looked more like the master.

She knew that this was not a solution. When her true energy declined, it was the other party's counterattack. She took a breath in secret, suddenly raised her sword, and took the lead in breaking the world covered by the fog.

Shi Feixuan's sword was like a ray of sunshine that broke through the valley and shone on the earth, bright and light, the smoke and clouds disappeared around, and nothing could escape. Everyone woke up from a long dream, feeling lost.

In an instant, the sword in her hand was sharp again, and the cold sword energy could even be felt by everyone several feet away. The sword was shaking, like the strong wind and snow, with a momentum of no return in her tossing and turning.

This move came with great force, and Huan could clearly see that even if he took over the martial arts of the Yingui Sect, he could only end up exchanging injuries with injuries. If he used the Demonic Art, he would not believe that the other party would not have a back.

Her eyebrows and eyes bloomed in an instant, like a rose with a touch of sweetness, as if she thought of a lover, there was a hint of redness in the plain white, and the scimitar in her hand turned her shyness into a soft and soft heart, intertwined into a net, making people have nowhere to escape.

Shi Feixuan fell into the dense net of "Little Building Listening to Spring Rain for a Night", and was suddenly confused. She could not find any room for her move, nor could she see the direction of her escape. She only bit her silver teeth and stabbed forward with her decisive decisiveness.

At the same time, two figures flew out of the crowd and came towards the two of them. In just two or three steps, they landed in front of them.

Lu Miaozi put his palm in one hand, like thunder, smashing it at Wu's vest, integrating all his hatred towards Zhu Yuyan into it, locking the other party's body without mercy.

Wang Tong on the other side stopped seeing him so decisively. He was slashing at the demon, but seeing Lu Miaozi like this, it was hard to take action again.

Fu Qian, Song Shidao, Ba Fenghan and others exclaimed over there, and they were about to attack Lu Miaozi to stop him from doing something to destroy flowers, but it was already a little too late.

Facing two masters who are not inferior to her, Wu Xiao was immediately in danger. She frowned and hummed in a cute voice. She heard it, making people feel rippling in their hearts. Even Lu Miaozi was affected by it and his hands were slowed down.

He sighed in his heart, the battle between masters is only on the front line, and this flaw gives the other party a chance to escape.

Sure enough, Wu Hua turned his body, but unexpectedly he did not completely avoid it. The left shoulder fell into Lu Miaozi's palm. The moment she delayed, she activated the sharp blade in her hand, changed her tricks and picked it lightly.

Shi Feixuan was caught off guard, and the Sekong Sword was picked by her scimitar with the magical skills. A strange shock came, which made her almost unable to hold the sword. Then the scimitar went around an arc and rushed to her wrist. She sighed slightly in her heart and let go.

With a light "bang", Wu Xian hit Lu Miaozi on his left shoulder. Even though she gathered most of her true energy here, her blood still boiled. However, she also quickly moved forward with this force, passed by Shi Feixuan by mistake, grabbed Se Kong Sword in her hand.

After this time the rabbits rose and fell, in a flash, the descendants of Cihang Jingzhai and Yingui Sect decided to win.

Wu Huan didn't care about a touch of heartbreaking blood on his lips. He played with the Sek Sword in his hand, and showed a cheerful smile, saying, "Shen Lang is a master of swords. If I give him this sword, I believe he will be very happy and can't let it go."
Chapter completed!