Chapter 145 Yin Yang Sword

Chapter 145 Yin Yang Sword

The sky was really like the sky and the earth changing color, Qingfeng did not dare to be careless, but he held the big stick tightly and poured all his strength into it.

Then his stick technique moved forward in a strange posture, and he actually used the Xuantian Twenty Sticks.

"Kang Tian has regrets, start with three moves"

Qingfeng's stick suddenly turned into thousands, hitting the sky, and fighting with those swords and swords, while he dragged the big stick and rushed away. The stick shadow was getting longer and longer, but in an instant it turned into a ten-foot light.

"Take my stick."

Qingfeng shouted loudly, and swung the big stick up, smashing all the Taoist secrets, and everything was false wherever the big stick passed.

Gu Rufeng immediately set up layers of shields in front of him, and took out a small shield to protect him.

Unfortunately, Qingfeng's big stick was unstoppable, and those shields could only slightly slow down the speed of the big stick.

All of Gu Rufeng's shields shattered like glass.

The big stick fell down with a force of ten thousand jin and endless power. Gu Rufeng's eyes were red and the small shield in front of him turned into a huge shield to block him.

With a bang, the shield flew up, and Gu Rufeng flew back at the same time. In the air, he was bleeding. Qingfeng bent his legs slightly, jumped up, and arrived in the air first.

At this moment, he raised the big stick, not wanting to give this guy any chance to fight back.

With another bang, Qingfeng hit Gu Rufeng with a stick, and he was smashed into the ground like a cannonball.

A big hole was smashed on the ground, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He raised his hand with blurred eyes, and pointed at Qingfeng with trembling fingers.

"You, you..." Before he could finish, his eyes turned black and he passed out.

Qingfeng came in front of him, looked at him, shook his head slightly, and didn't know what to say. After entering the eighth level of Tyrant Body, such an opponent was no longer good enough.

He hoped to challenge stronger people. The stronger he was, the faster his Hegemon Body Technique would progress. Just like in that mysterious space, his bloody battles actually made him grow faster.

The Supervisory Elder announced Qingfeng's victory, and the crowd in the audience cheered. After all, it was too exciting just now, which made the crowd of spectators excited.

But Qingfeng didn't feel much about it. If he had achieved this before entering the secret realm, he would be very excited to defeat such an opponent. Unfortunately, he didn't have it now.

But his expression showed another effect in the eyes of everyone, that is, this person is so handsome and domineering, and he immediately gained a group of little fans.

After several days of fierce competition, Qingfeng finally made it into the top ten.

Unfortunately, except for him and Yu Zixin, the remaining Taiyi Sect disciples all lost.

For a time, all the burdens fell on the two of them, which made Qingfeng and the others feel a little pressured.

The next few days will be the competition for the top three positions among the seven sects. This time, Qingfeng's opponent is Murong Xing, a disciple of Liangyi Sword Sect.

The two people on the stage reported their names. In fact, everyone has known each other for these days, but the formality still needs to be followed. The formality cannot be dragged out.

"Taiyi Sect Qingfeng"

"Liangyi Sword Sect Murong Xing"

Qingfeng saw that he was carrying two swords, one white and the other pure black, which were the Yin-Yang Bipolar Swords.

Qingfeng did not dare to be careless at this moment. He pulled out the short stick behind him and turned it into a one-and-a-half-meter-long stick with a touch.

He held the stick with one hand, and a layer of golden light shone on the stick.

Murong Xing pinched his fingers, and the two swords behind him were all unsheathed with a clang.

"This Murong Xing usually fights the enemy with one sword, but this time he came up with two swords unsheathed, which shows that he is also very afraid of Qingfeng."

The crowd of spectators has already started to comment below, and melon seeds and spiritual fruits are of course indispensable.

"Qingfeng, let me see the power of your big stick."

Murong Xing sneered, and his two swords turned into two black and white qi like dragons and strangled him instantly.

Qingfeng did not dare to neglect it, and swung his big stick and hit him. He used the third to sixth styles of Xuantian Twenty-Four Sticks.

The fight between the two instantly became white-hot.

On the other stage, the same wonderful scene was also played. The cold-faced beauty Yu Zixin was fighting with Qingfeng at the same time. Her opponent was the Fairy Shuiyue. This woman was very difficult to deal with, and her cultivation was also unfathomable.

Although Yu Zixin's power increased greatly, it was a pity that she was still slightly inferior in terms of the situation. At this moment, the two of them were fighting fiercely, and victory or defeat was just a matter of a moment.

Qingfeng swung his big stick, like a mountain-splitting force. His Xuantian Twenty-Four Sticks emphasized the unstoppable forward movement. The more powerful the momentum, the more powerful the stick method.

He was as powerful as a dragon, attacking like a tiger, punching to the flesh, and hitting the stick crazily.

The two flying swords in front of Murong Xing circled and blocked, turning into a Tai Chi pattern, and the Yin and Yang Qi continued to flow, barely resisting Qingfeng's attack.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If this person grows up, he will definitely be extraordinary in the future. No one of the same generation in the seven sects can match him.

Suddenly, the black and white swords stirred up, and at the same time, they split into thousands of sword energies and swept towards Qingfeng.

Qingfeng Xuantian's twenty-four sticks were fully activated, and he actually sacrificed the seventh stick. Qingfeng has learned ten of the twenty-four sticks of Xuantian so far, and each of these twenty-four sticks is extremely fierce, and each one is more fierce than the other.

With a "boom", Qingfeng's stick shadow was unparalleled, stirring up the wind and clouds.

At this moment, Qingfeng's figure turned into two, and two turned into three. The three figures instantly hit countless sticks, and thousands of sword shadows were all destroyed in just a few breaths.

Murong Xing's face was solemn, and then he shouted with a clear whistle, and saw that his Yin and Yang swords actually merged into one.

"Qingfeng, watch, the mysterious sword of heaven and earth."

At this moment, the sword that merged into one suddenly burst into a hundred meters of light and crushed Qingfeng.

Qingfeng put the big stick between his hands and hung it in the air.

He only heard him shout: "The eighth style, Yin and Yang reversal."

Then he saw his hands turn towards the hanging big stick, and the big stick turned rapidly, and a stream of light began to gather with its speed.

Qingfeng's palm had already been filled with ten thousand pounds of divine power. He just pushed the big stick at the root, and the big stick shot forward.

Qingfeng followed closely behind, and he didn't leave.

At this moment, the head of the big stick and the tip of the magic sword finally collided with each other.

A huge destructive energy began to spread outward.

Qingfeng was holding the end of the stick, and suddenly felt like a mountain pressing down on him. The Yin-Yang swords were so terrifying.

But he couldn't retreat. Under the infinite pressure, he stood still.

Looking at Murong Xing again, he kept making gestures, and his forehead was sweating. At this moment, the stalemate was unbearable. No one could retreat a step, otherwise he would be attacked by his skills.