Chapter 578 The Young Master of Tianyinlou, Tianqin, Infinite Sword Drawing

"Second Senior Brother is finally going to take action."

The disciples of the Misty Sect gathered around the sixth arena, their eyes flickering with anticipation.

Qiao Jiaxi, Shi Lei and others all laughed.

In the Misty Sect, apart from Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie was the strongest among the disciples at the Juyuan level.

They all wanted to know what level Huo Yunjie's strength had risen to after not seeing him for a long time.

"Yunjie, you must win!"

In the crowd, Ding Baixue silently cheered for him.

On the ring six.

Huo Yunjie's opponent was a woman in a white dress wearing a veil. She sat quietly on a bamboo chair with an antique guqin on the bamboo table in front of her.

Seeing Huo Yunjie, the woman smiled sweetly.

"I am the young master of the Tianyin Building of the Leiwu Dynasty, Tianqin."

The woman introduced herself.

"The arrogance of the rhythm?" Huo Yunjie asked.

"I don't dare to be called Tianjiao, but I have some strength. Before that, the little girl has been fighting for 21 times. I don't know if Huo Daoyou can break through the little girl's Tianyin formation."

Tianqin smiled slightly and said softly.

As soon as his voice came out, Huo Yunjie closed his eyes tightly, realizing that he had been disturbed by a special sound wave.

However, his ruthless sword intent was shocked, and all negative effects were removed.

"Oh!" The corner of Tianqin's mouth rose slowly, "As expected of the true disciple of the Misty Sect, his strength is extraordinary."

"let's start!"

Huo Yunjie stood on the ring and pulled out the mid-grade spiritual weapon, the Frost Sword. As for the high-grade spiritual weapon, the Tianshuang Sword, it was temporarily hidden.

In the fighting method of the Juyuan level, the bonus of using high-grade spiritual tools is too great, and it is impossible to win.

"It started long ago."

Tianqin smiled slightly, put her hands on the guqin, and plucked it gently, the melodious tune resounded throughout the area.

"What a wonderful sound.

"

"I actually have the urge to sleep..."

Many people who eat melons feel very sleepy, and slap their cheeks quickly, or grit their teeth and pinch people to make sure they don't fall asleep.

Huo Yunjie protected his body with his ruthless sword intent and was not affected.

"Boom..."

Lyra changes the frequency of playing, the rhythm quickens.

As she threw her hand vigorously, several sound waves turned into invisible sharp blades, like a sword formation, slashing towards Huo Yunjie.

Clang!

Huo Yunjie slashed with his sword, splitting the sound wave blade.

However, as the Tianqin played, more and more sonic blades came to kill him, and soon, all around were sharp blades, forming a sonic array, trapping Huo Yunjie firmly.

"The situation is not very good!"

Everyone frowned slightly.

Huo Yunjie's strength is very strong, and many people know it, but the opponent in today's battle is the young master of Tianyinlou from the Leiwu Dynasty.

"If your rhythm attack stops here, then it will be too boring."

Huo Yunjie waved the Frost Sword, easily blocking all the sound waves, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, and he was able to handle it with ease.

"This is just an appetizer, but since fellow Daoist Huo wants to eat the main dish, the little girl will naturally serve it with both hands!"

Tianqin's voice became more and more low.

Her hands on the guqin were like butterflies in flowers, floating and moving, so that only afterimages could be seen.

And as she played at high speed, it was quickly surrounded by the melodious sound of the piano, forming a hard defensive shield.

Clang!

Huo Yunjie slashed out with a sword and was shocked away.

Suddenly, hundreds of sonic sharp blades overlapped, forming a spiral sonic wave spear, which pierced Huo Yunjie's chest.

"Sword Drawing!"

Huo Yunjie returned the sword to the sheath, and then drew the sword in an instant.

The sharp sword beam slashed out, with an aura like a rainbow, but the spiral-shaped sound wave spear suddenly dispersed, dodged the blow, and then quickly merged, stabbing Huo Yunjie.

"What an exquisite sound control technique!"

The arrogance of all parties has changed.

Some Tianjiao who once lost to Tianqin said solemnly: "We were all defeated by this blow, and any Tianjiao who fought against Tianqin couldn't survive this move."

"Huo Yunjie is in danger!"

Someone whispered.

"Drawing the sword, the momentum is reincarnated!"

At this moment, Huo Yunjie's hands formed a seal, and the snowy sword light that slashed into the distance turned back, splitting the spiral-shaped sound wave spear with lightning speed.

"what!"

"What trick is this?"

The crowd widened their eyes.

Tianqin was also stunned. Until now, it was the first time that she had encountered an opponent who could block the Spiral Wavelength Spear.

"Interesting, really fun!"

Tianqin chuckled and continued to play, immediately a spiral-shaped sound wave spear condensed, killing Huo Yunjie again.

"Is that a sword fight just now?"

"I remember this is Senior Sister Mo Ying's exclusive!"

The Misty Sect disciples whispered.

On the eighth ring.

Mo Ying watched the battle with arms crossed.

The red lips under the black veil were slightly raised.

"What a good Huo Yunjie, he has even learned sword fighting skills, but his sword drawing skills are also good, and he uses it very smoothly."

Huo Yunjie learned sword fighting.

However, Mo Ying also learned how to draw a sword!

On the sixth ring, the battle was fierce.

Tianqin kept attacking with the spiral soundwave spear, while Huo Yunjie used sword fighting to control the sharp sword light emitted by the sword drawing technique, and split the spiral soundwave spear many times.

The two sides are already at a stalemate.

"Infinite sword drawing!"

At this moment, Huo Yunjie decided not to hide anymore.

He kept returning the sword to the sheath and performing the sword-drawing technique.

For a time, dozens of bright sword lights smashed out, some easily shattered the spiral sonic wave spear, and some smashed on the sonic shield of Tianqin, causing it to dent and twist violently until it cracked.

"not good!"

Tianqin changed his face.

If it goes on like this, her sonic shield can't hold it anymore.

"The sound is surging!"

In desperation, Tianqin decided to display the newly developed secret technique. The ten fingers flicked quickly, and the sound of the guqin changed from slow to urgent, forming a tidal wave that quickly swept out.

It's an all-around attack.

Huo Yunjie couldn't dodge, he could only resist!

Facing this terrifying blow, Huo Yunjie kept his mind calm, put his sword back into the sheath, and instantly gathered more than 50% of his body's breath.

tear it up!

There is nothing fancy about this sword glow.

It ripped apart the tidal waves of sound, splitting the sonic shield condensed by Tianqin, swept past her cheeks, cut off a few strands of hair, and caused the soft veil as thin as a cicada's wings to fall.

next moment.

A beautiful face with all the city and the country appeared.

"what!"

Tianqin immediately stretched out her hand and blocked the lower half of her face with her wide sleeves. Those clear eyes stared at Huo Yunjie.

"What a sharp sword qi, you won!"

After all, she put away the guqin, table and chairs, and quickly left while covering her face.

"Isn't it just a face, what's blocking it?"

Huo Yunjie put his sword back into the sheath and whispered.

For a straight man like him, no matter how beautiful or ugly a woman is, it has nothing to do with him.

In his heart, there is only sword!

"Second Senior Brother wins!"

"Yunjie wins!"

The disciples of the Misty Sect, Ding Baixue, Lin Yuyan and others heard that Tianqin had voluntarily admitted defeat, and they all cheered and celebrated.

In the No. 6 arena, Tianqin has beaten dozens of challengers in a row, standing at the pinnacle of this cultivation base.

However, Huo Yunjie's defeat of him meant that he would hardly have another opponent.

The rest of the time, no need to fight.

The crowd began to focus on other arenas.

The top of Misty Peak.

[Zongmen reputation (disciple): 45976]

Ye Feng looked at the mission reputation value of nearly 50,000, touched his chin, and whispered: "Yes, according to this rise, it will soon break through 100,000, and it is not too far from the target of 1 million."

...

The holy city of the sun.

The Lord of the Devil's Temple was pacing back and forth in place with his hands on his back.

"It's not a good thing to have a sect, a wonderful kingdom, and the Leiwu dynasty. Since you are holding a battle between the two countries, I will give you a great gift!"

"I don't know if the fall of countless arrogances will make you people feel heartbroken?"

He grinned and entered the deepest part of the Demon Temple.

An eerie and terrifying aura spread out, forming an area of ​​ice and snow around it, and the ice did not melt for ten thousand years, which was shocking.

However, the Lord of the Devil's Temple stepped into it indifferently.

Looking at the imprisoned figure, he grinned.

"Ice Demon, don't pretend to die for this seat!"

As soon as the sound came out, the entire ice field was shaking.

An ancient violent consciousness slowly recovered.