Chapter 721

clang!

Another extremely crisp sound of gold and iron spread out from the stage, and a sharp sword light swept across the stage. Both figures retreated more than ten steps. At the place where they landed, the thick floor was also shook into a piece of annihilation by the sword energy that penetrated.

Both of them were extremely fierce and fierce. The title of the first person of the younger generation of the Dao Sect and the second-demand list of the sects, both seemed to be in vain.

Ying Xiaoxiao's body was steady, and her light cheek was now filled with a rich and solemn look. After the previous fight, she could feel that Wang Yan's strength was no less than her. Today's battle may not be easy for her, but...

In order not to allow Wang Yan to successfully seize the command of the disciples of the sect’s major track sect, she must stop him no matter what!

In the clear eyes, light flashed, and a decisive look suddenly appeared on Ying Xiaoxiao's cheeks. His body moved and swept into the air. Then his slender hands formed dazzling seals like lightning.

Buzz!

As Ying Xiaoxiao Yin Method changes, everyone can clearly feel that the fluctuations in the Yuan power between this world are faintly boiling.

When the Yuanli of Heaven and Earth is boiling, there is also a rich light radiant on Ying Xiaoxiao's body, which looks extremely dazzling.

"This is...Sister Xiaoxiao is going to use the Emperor's Sutra..."

Many disciples looked at the strange movements in the sky, and then a strong sense of shock surged on their faces. Obviously, they never thought that Ying Xiaoxiao would use the killer weapon like the Emperor's Sutra so soon.

"Don't you want to drag it down..."

Lin Dong also noticed the terrifying fluctuations surging around Ying Xiaoxiao, and his lips were slightly pursed. It seemed that Ying Xiaoxiao also understood that Wang Yan had extremely rich combat experience. If he dragged on for a long time, he would definitely find a flaw by the other party. Since this is the case, it would be better to be more straightforward and use the Emperor's Sutra to change some forms.

The vast waves were like waves, centered on Ying Xiaoxiao, and swept across all directions, as if the whole world was much dimmed at this moment.

"Senior Brother Wang Yan, I know you have hatred, but some things are hard to do now, and some hatred is not forgotten. In the future, there will always be a time to collect debts." Ying Xiaoxiao hung in the sky, his eyes locked at Wang Yan below, and his gentle voice slowly passed down.

"Can you continue to endure humiliation like this?"

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Wang Yan's face. He glanced at the high platform seat, then shook his head, and said in a low voice: "I can't bear it."

"Let's take action, but if you are so kind and ruthless, I will not show mercy anymore. In the sect competition, the beasts of the Yuan Sect will not be ruthless to you at all!" Wang Yan raised his head, and the cold light began to condense in his eyes. The cold voice made many disciples of the Dao Sect sect shudder all over.

Seeing that Wang Yan was still so stubborn, a helpless look flashed through Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes, and then took a breath, suppressing the surging emotions and changing handprints in his heart, and suddenly condensed.

Boom boom!

The monstrous Yuan power of heaven and earth was like a huge wave, gathering wildly behind Ying Xiaoxiao. The next moment, the huge waves surged, and it turned into a huge lightsword that was nearly a hundred feet tall behind him!

As soon as the lightsaber appeared, the nearby sky seemed to be twisted. Most of the disciples of the Taoist sect turned pale at this moment. They could feel the destructive waves spreading over the lightsaber. If this sword was chopped down at them, they would probably not even have ashes left.

That lights sword seemed to have the terrifying power to split the world!

"What a great Emperor's Sutra..."

Lin Dong looked at the giant sword in the sky in amazement. The sharp fluctuations emitted from it. Even he was extremely shocked. The four extraordinary scriptures of the sect are indeed well-deserved...

"The Emperor's Sutra, the Great Sky Mo Cloud Sword!"

With the gathering of countless gazes, Ying Xiaoxiao's jade hand reached out and then grabbed the giant lightsword from afar. The next moment, a cold shout suddenly came from his mouth. At the same time, her figure appeared directly on the giant sword, and then she waved her palm suddenly.

Swish!

As Ying Xiaoxiao's jade hand fell, the giant lightsword floating in the sky also turned the tip of the sword at this moment, and then rushed straight towards Wang Yanbao from the sky.

Hissing!

The lightsaber swept down, and a dazzling trace was also left in the void space. It seemed that even the space was split open by this sword.

The earth below collapsed at this moment, and the terrifying giant sword had not yet fallen. The extremely sharp sword wind had already penetrated down, splitting the huge stage in half.

The terrible wind pressure pressed Wang Yan's robe tightly against his body, but he still raised his head and the giant sword quickly magnified in his pupils.

"Is the Emperor's Sutra..."

Wang Yan's face seemed to move for a moment, and then a low murmur sound came from his mouth: "Did you forget that I am also a disciple of the Heavenly Palace..."

boom!

As Wang Yan murmured, the violent Yuan power suddenly exploded from his body. The Yuan power of heaven and earth was also boiling at this moment. Finally, it turned into a giant lightsaber that was no less weaker than the lightsaber condensed by Ying Xiaoxiao.

Between the two, Ying Xiaoxiao's lightsaber tends toward the dark blue color, while Wang Yan's handle has a dark light surging, which looks deeper and colder.

"It's actually the Emperor's Sutra!"

Countless eyes looked at the giant sword condensed behind Wang Yan, and then, a series of exclamations came from the top of the mountain.

Lin Dong looked at this scene with a slightly condensed look. Wang Yan is also a disciple of the Heavenly Palace. It is not incredible that he owns the Emperor's Sutra.

"The Great Sky Mo Cloud Sword!"

The surprised gaze of the sky did not make Wang Yan's expression fluctuate at all. He waved his sleeves suddenly, and the giant black lightsaber rushed out directly. At the same time, his body moved and appeared on the giant sword. Later, the swords of the people joined together and rushed towards the lightsaber falling from the sky like lightning.

Two dazzling lights, like two meteors, crossing the sky. Then, under the gaze of countless gazes, collided with each other!

boom!

The moment it hit, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were trembling. The terrifying sharp sword light swept across. The dozens of huge fields around were all shattered under the waves of the sword light. Some of the disciples of the Taoist sect hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be involved.

In the sky, the black and blue light was eroding wildly. The scene that covered the sky was like the end of the world.

Swish!

The sharp sword light whizzed past Xiaoxiao's ears, peeling off a strand of black hair. But her clear eyes were staring at Wang Yan who was close to him. Then she bit her silver teeth and a three-foot green sharp edge flashed out, and she slashed at Wang Yan's throat with an extremely sharp aura.

Wang Yan looked at Ying Xiaoxiao's fierce attack, but surprisingly did not dodge. Instead, he grabbed it with his palm, and wanted to use his flesh palm to resist Ying Xiaoxiao's sword light that was enough to easily split an eight-yuan Nirvana realm strongman into two pieces.

Looking at this scene, Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes also changed. She looked at Wang Yan's face covered with stubble and scars, and her teeth were biting her lips.

laugh.

The moment the sword light finally pierced through Wang Yan's palm, Ying Xiaoxiao still had a bitter smile on her cheek, and then the sword force suddenly slowed down.

squeak!

And just as her sword speed slowed down, Wang Yan's flesh palm had already grabbed the three-foot green edge in Ying Xiaoxiao's hand. The sharp sword light instantly made Wang Yan's hands full of blood, but he ignored it, just staring at the latter. Finally, he shook his head slightly and said hoarsely: "I told you. Don't hold back..."

"I am no longer the Senior Brother Wang Yan you met before... Xiaoxiao, don't blame me."

Wang Yan's eyes slowly darkened, but his other palm exploded out like lightning, carrying extremely violent power, and was stamped on Ying Xiaoxiao's shoulders.

Bang!

The fierce force erupted like a volcano. Ying Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled, and a muffled groan came from his throat. His body fell down, and finally fell on the ground in a mess. The low sound of falling to the ground directly scared Ying Huanhuan in the distance to her face pale.

Swish!

As soon as Ying Xiaoxiao fell to the ground, a figure followed in a ghostly way. Then, before she could resist, a black heavy sword shining with coldness had already reached her.

"You lost..."

Wang Yan lowered his head, looked indifferently at Ying Xiaoxiao, whose pretty face was pale, and said slowly.

The whole scene was silent in an instant. Ying Huanhuan, who was looking at this scene, staggered with a pale face, and her most uneasy scene finally appeared...

"Can the result be announced?" Wang Yan raised his head, looked at the deacon, and said lightly.

The deacon was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then looked at Ying Xuanzi on the high platform seat. The latter's expression was still calm, but only Chen Zhen and others who were sitting beside him could see some slight cracks cracked on the back of his chair with his palms.

And under the gaze of the deacon, Ying Xuanzi finally nodded slightly.

"Wang Yansheng in this competition!"

Seeing this, the deacon sighed in his heart and then announced loudly.

The sound came out, but there was silence on the top of the mountain, and Wang Yan ignored it. He withdrew his heavy sword, turned around and left. The indifferent voice spread as he turned around: "I will come again when the sect competition begins."

Ying Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Yan's back. At this time, the senior sister of Tiandian, who had always been strong and never showed weakness in front of others, her eyes turned red.

"elder sister."

Ying Huanhuan hurriedly fell beside Ying Xiaoxiao. She looked at the red circles of the latter and suddenly panicked. Tears in her big eyes were all rolling down.

The atmosphere at the top of the mountain was in a strange silence. Everyone looked at Wang Yan, who was turning around with a black heavy sword on his back, and his face was extremely complicated.

Alas, it's so annoying...

Looking at the mountaintop that was so dull that it was extremely depressing, Lin Dong sighed lightly, rubbed his eyebrows. He seemed to have hesitated for a moment and finally walked out slowly.

Swish!

And just as Lin Dong walked out, countless gazes gathered around him. Even Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan in the venue turned their heads and looked at him in a daze.

"Senior Brother Wang Yan, the palace examination is not over yet. Let's leave now, maybe it's a little earlier..."

And under those puzzled gazes, the thin young man seemed to spread his hands helplessly, and then his voice also rang in this sky. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!