Chapter 1412 Sword Intent Confrontation Is About to Change
The four small balls were immediately attracted, and with a "chick", they changed their trajectory in the air and flew into the hands of the four.
Yang Qingxuan raised his hand to see that the ball in his hand had number one written on it, and Zhong Jie's number two.
Looking at the other two, his pupils shrank suddenly, and they happened to meet Yang Wuxin's eyes. In Yang Wuxin's hand, he was also holding the No. 1 ball.
Although this result was an inevitable coincidence, the encounter between the two still caused countless people to widen their eyes and tense up involuntarily.
Especially Shi Yuyan and Wu Qiyue.
None of the previous games touched their hearts as much as the current one.
This is a game that can only be won and cannot be lost.
Wu Qiyue thought in her heart, "If brother Qingxuan loses, and father promises to betroth me to the first person in the world, then I can only end myself in order to be fulfilled."
In the sea of clouds, hundreds of thousands of people are all watching quietly, and inexplicably become nervous.
It seems to have seen the birth of the first.
Yang Wuxin, who has always been famous all over the world and is considered to be the number one of the younger generation, and Yang Qingxuan, the biggest dark horse in these years, who shot and killed Gu Yao and made it to the semi-finals, have already placed the number one position in everyone's mind. One of the two is on.
As for Zhong Jie and Xu Weilong, at this moment, no one cares about them anymore.
Both Zhong Jie and Xu Weilong had number two in their hands, and they looked at each other.
There was hatred in Xu Weilong's eyes, but Zhong Jie chuckled lightly, disapprovingly, and even showed a relaxed expression, which made Xu Weilong even more annoyed, with murderous looks in his eyes.
"It's really interesting, Taixuan Jianzhong is facing Taixuan Jianyi."
In the void, Kunna smiled, with great interest in her eyes.
Ke Luo said: "From my mother's point of view, who can win between the two?"
Kunna said: "Yang Qingxuan's strength is unquestionable. But the opponent is the son of the Human Emperor, and has cultivated Taixuan Sword Intent, so there will be many treasures on his body."
Ke Luo nodded and said, "Indeed, it's hard to tell the outcome of a fight between dragons and tigers."
Kunna gave him a blank look, and said, "No, Yang Qingxuan must have won, otherwise, wouldn't I have made friends?"
On Yunxu's ancient battle stage, Dongzhen said: "The first round of the top four battle was revealed by Yang Qingxuan and Yang Wuxin. The two of you have just gone through the round-robin match. Do you want to rest for a while?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "No need."
Yang Wuxin also said: "No need."
Dong Zhen nodded and said, "Let's start the competition. The rules are the same as those of the top ten contestants. You can admit defeat."
As he spoke, he stood with his hands behind his back, and his figure floated up, staring at the game intently.
Zhong Jie and Xu Weilong's respective figures flashed and disappeared on the ring.
Only Yang Qingxuan and Yang Wuxin were left, staring at each other.
Yang Wuxin suddenly sneered and said: "I have watched every match of yours, and at this moment, I already know you well."
Yang Qingxuan said: "Really? That's really bad. I didn't watch every match of yours. Because from the beginning to the end, I didn't pay attention to you at all. Along the way, all kinds of encounters added to myself. There are too many small characters in the play, you are not the first, and you will not be the last."
The sneer on Yang Wuxin's face froze in the wind, and then slowly condensed.
"Garbage from a low-level plane! Let me, the strongest sword in the world, beat you back to your original shape!"
Yang Wuxin yelled angrily, grabbed it with his right hand, and the golden sword emerged. The violent sword intent swirled in the air instantly, turning into a golden storm, tearing apart the sky.
Yang Qingxuan frowned, the appearance of Yang Wuxin's sword intent would trigger the Taixuan Sword Tomb, and gold talismans would continuously separate from the Wuhun and pour into his body.
This feeling is very comfortable, like the incomplete sword intent, found his other half.
"The Taixuan Sword Chapter?"
Yang Qingxuan squinted his eyes, feeling the sword intent surging on his body, and suddenly grabbed it with his right hand, and a sword was also condensed, which was fighting ghosts and gods.
"Miejian Chongyin!"
Yang Wuxin rushed out from the storm of sword energy, a dazzling golden light came across the sky, the vast sword intent was like a sea, and the righteousness was awe-inspiring.
"A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of blissful wind!"
Yang Qingxuan raised the sword with his right hand and stabbed it.
"Bang! Bang!—"
In the blink of an eye, just you and me made more than ten sword strikes.
"What? The sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand looks like a condensed martial soul. Isn't his martial soul an enemy in the world?"
"The sword intents of both of them are magnificent and endless, like the evolution of heaven, it seems to be the same sword intent, but there are some differences."
"Isn't Yang Qingxuan's weapon a war halberd? Why is the sword intent so terrifying? How many martial arts and supernatural powers can one person cultivate?!"
There was a shocked voice in the sea of clouds.
Pan Haixing laughed and said, "It's not just the war halberd that makes you the boss!"
Master Chun's eyes flickered, and he said: "If it is as you said, the shock brought by this battle may far exceed the battle itself."
She stared at the sky and said to herself, "Could it be that the sky is going to change?"
"Damn it, what the hell is going on with your sword?!"
Yang Wuxin's heart suddenly trembled, and he trembled inexplicably, but in an instant, he calmed down. After all, he is a martial artist in the extreme realm, and his cultivation and character are superior to others.
"Jian Ning!"
Yang Wuxin snarled, and swung the golden sword in his hand, immediately turning into streaks of golden light, shooting away, completely covering Yang Qingxuan.
The surrounding arena was cut into pieces in an instant.
At the same time, a huge sword shadow gathered in the sky and fell down like a mountain.
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared straight at the sword shadow. His heart throbbed inexplicably. Suddenly, the sword moved forward without any moves.
On Fighting Ghosts and Gods, the golden sword light exploded, and if the sun was shining brightly, it would then be annihilated. It was Jian Guang who was compressing infinitely, and after reaching the limit, he shot out suddenly.
Countless golden lights shot out, and a huge sword shadow formed from it, which was as majestic as a mountain, exuding a majestic aura, and collided fiercely with Yang Wuxin's "Jian Ning"!
"Boom!"
The two sword qi exploded, the powerful sword intent exploded, and the entire space was instantly shattered.
But the countless powerhouses in the void were all shocked, and their eyes were filled with horror!
The sword intent that Yang Qingxuan just displayed was exactly the same as Yang Wuxin's, it was just a simple change of Jian Ning!
"What's going on? The sword intent and sword moves of the two are more and more similar!"
"It's as if the teacher came out of the same school."
"It's not as if, it's just like that! If you don't practice in the same sect, it's impossible for you to comprehend such a terrifying and powerful sword intent!"
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the sea of clouds, and everyone was shocked.
Among them, Yang Wuxin was the most horrified, even frightened. He was practicing the Taixuan Sword Chapter, so he could feel that Yang Qingxuan's sword technique was constantly approaching the Taixuan Sword Intent.
From the initial Kuaizai sword intent, after hundreds of strokes, the sword intent continued to transform, and slowly became like him, becoming a grand and magnificent swordsmanship.
Even every move and style began to converge with himself, just like...
It's like imitating, stealing!
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