Chapter 155 Dual Swords

Chapter 155 Double Swords

More than a dozen elders around were interested, and they didn't quite understand what Yao Xiaofu meant.

The battle of thoughts, these elders naturally knew that there was such an attack method, which required a strong mental power. At least none of the more than a dozen old men who had lived for hundreds of years could do it. I'm afraid only the nine-tailed fox Yao Xiaofu who cultivated mental power could do it.

Yao Xiaofu smiled again and said, "Look carefully, are there any problems with the two children on the stage?"

Everyone turned their heads again to look at Yun and Ye who were motionless on the stage. After a while, Master Jingshui suddenly said, "They are all trying their best to control the magic swords in their hands."

Yao Xiaofu nodded and said, "Yes, at this moment, it is more accurate to say that it is the sword spirits of the two magic swords that are fighting."

Master Jingshui's face changed slightly, and she said, "This, this is unlikely. The magic sword in the hands of my disciple Qiyou is the Nine Heavens Magic Weapon Zhanchen, and its spiritual power is extraordinary. Xiao Ke, even if it is not unsheathed at this moment, ordinary fairy swords and magic weapons cannot directly block the spiritual power of Zhan Chen. "

Yao Xiaofu's charming eyes gently glanced at the unbelieving Master Jingshui, and suddenly said meaningfully: "Maybe, the sword in the hands of Ye Xiaochuan is not an ordinary fairy sword magic weapon?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the dozens of elders and seniors around were all condensed. From what Yao Xiaofu meant, it seemed that the strange fairy sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand with a dark green luster could be compared with Zhan Chen, one of the four great magic weapons inherited by Cang Yunmen for thousands of years.

Is it possible?

Zhan Chen's reputation has been famous all over the world for thousands of years. It was passed down by Cang Yunzi, the first generation ancestor of Cang Yunmen. The second generation ancestor, Fairy Qingluan, defeated the leader of the Demon Sect, Yue Shiyin, with this sword, causing the Demon Sect to be torn apart for thousands of years and it was difficult to confront the righteous way head-on.

After Fairy Qingluan passed away, Zhan Chen was sealed. It was not until 800 years ago that Cangyun Sect was severely injured in the war between good and evil, and then the seal was lifted again and the magic sword was summoned.

Such a rare and peerless magic weapon, there are very few in the world that can compare with it. In Cangyun Sect, only the Samsara Sword, the Wushuang Sword and the Ziyang Divine Dagger can compete with it head-on.

The magic sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand is obviously not the Wushuang Divine Sword, let alone the Ziyang Divine Dagger, but what peerless magic weapon in Cangyun Sect can compete with Zhan Chen without losing the upper hand?

Everyone was very skeptical of Yao Xiaofu's words. Except for the beautiful and charming Fairy Liubo who was dressed like a pretty woman beside him, no one else took Yao Xiaofu's words to heart.

Yao Xiaofu was actually not wrong. At this moment, the two people on the stage were indeed trying their best to control the magic swords in their hands, and the sword spirits and spiritual powers of the two swords were fighting fiercely in silence.

Ye Xiaochuan knew more or less from Senior Situ Feng the origin of the long-cherished wish of Wufeng and Zhanchen, and also expected that many strange things would happen when the two swords met on the ring, but he never thought that before he had fought Yun Qiyou, the female bandit, for three hundred rounds, the sword spirits of the two swords had already started fighting.

As time went by, the Wufeng Divine Sword, half of which was immersed in the stone slab, trembled more and more violently, and the dark green luster was like hot magma, bursting out from the patterns of the ancient inscriptions engraved on the sword.

The whole sword was getting hotter and hotter, surging and turbulent, as if the legendary tornado of a dragon sucking water was rolling up in the ocean on a hot summer day.

At the same time, a cold breath came from the opposite side. He didn't need to look, he knew with his butt that the cold breath came from the Zhanchen Divine Sword that Yun Qiyou was trying his best to restrain.

The two energies were silently fighting and colliding. Outsiders could not see any changes. They only saw the two of them standing and kneeling on one knee on the stage like sculptures.

In fact, the spiritual power on the stage was already surging, and the two swords were fighting happily.

Ye Xiaochuan was horrified. At this moment, he had no intention of carrying the magic sword to fight Yun Qiyou. He had to use all his strength to activate the true method and try his best to suppress Wufeng, whose spiritual power was getting stronger and stronger.

Yun Qiyou faced a similar situation as Ye Xiaochuan. He clearly felt that the magic sword spirit was silently impacting another extremely powerful sword spirit. The two sides seemed to be evenly matched and fought evenly in a short time.

After a long time, Yun Qiyou felt a little tired. Wufeng's magic sword had been unsheathed, but Zhanchen had not been unsheathed. Under the evenly matched spiritual power of the two swords, after a long time, the dark green light on the stage gradually suppressed the white light.

At this moment, the surrounding discussions have ceased. Everyone stared at the ring with wide eyes, and many people rubbed their eyes, as if they had never seen such a strange fighting situation.

Some elders and seniors who were sitting under the ring slowly stood up at this moment, with incredible expressions on their faces.

If everyone did not understand why the two young men and women suddenly stopped moving in the previous incense stick of time, now everyone can see clearly.

Although Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan still maintained their original postures and did not make any offensive moves, the defensive barrier around the ring had been activated, and the light curtain like water waves rolled violently.

Obviously, in the barrier above the ring, there was a surging force that was violently colliding with the defensive barrier of the ring.

The wind was blowing violently, sand was flying, and stones were moving. The white clouds in the sky were blown far away by the wind, and the surrounding sky was blue and clean, without a trace of dust and flaws.

About a cup of tea later, everyone saw that the barrier water curtain was almost on the verge of collapse, and many people began to retreat, fearing that the barrier would suddenly collapse and the violent spiritual power on the stage would hurt innocent people.

This kind of thing is impossible to happen. Seeing the barrier water curtain rolling like waves, several white-bearded Cangyun elders changed their faces and hurriedly called on fellow elders to input spiritual power into the formation of the defensive barrier to calm the barrier water curtain again.

Ye Xiaochuan couldn't wait any longer. At this moment, the Wufeng Sword was almost out of its control. The hilt was extremely hot, and he could no longer suppress the fighting spirit from the Wufeng Sword.

After the two sides confronted each other strangely for nearly an hour, Ye Xiaochuan, who had a lower cultivation level, was the first to be unable to withstand the spiritual power from the magic sword.

He just heard an angry roar, and a green light shot up into the sky, and the Wufeng Magic Sword inserted in the stone slab was suddenly pulled out.

The dazzling dark green light enveloped Ye Xiaochuan's entire body, and his body was like a flying green dragon, rushing towards the white-clothed woman opposite him who was gritting her silver teeth and had a murderous look on her pretty face.

As the Wufeng Divine Sword was no longer suppressed by Ye Xiaochuan, the dazzling green light turned into a green dragon, destroying the white light on the ring like a rotten wood.

Everyone seemed to hear a dragon roar from the ancient times, which was faintly transmitted to this desolate world in the wind and waves.