Chapter 530

Wu Shijie's strong character will be displayed again this time. All the disciples and elders of Dongyue sword pool are around. It's impossible that his master is also observing quietly.

If he loses, he will lose his face. Others may think it's good to see that he can draw with Zhao Jiuge, but Wu Shijie doesn't think so. For him, this competition only needs to win.

The fury of spiritual power seems to change around Wu Shijie's body. His eyes are sharp. He stares at Zhao Jiuge, and his movements in his hands do not stop.

"Boom."

A slight movement rippled along with Wu Shijie's continuous movements. The white sword light was constantly weaving, like a huge net. If the second sword of Tianchi was a wave that had already rolled up, then the third sword was a wave after wave.

Wu Shijie's own spiritual power was consumed rapidly in this kind of attack without any pause. However, Wu Shijie didn't care about the consumption at all, not to mention that he had seven grade elixir, and he had powerful spiritual power in his body. Just because of the current situation, he wanted to attack Zhao Jiuge quickly, so his action was like flowing water without any pause.

Seeing the nine swords of Tianchi rise again, Zhao Jiuge's dark eyes also flash a bit of fighting spirit. The sword resolution of Dongyue Jianchi really has some meaning, which is different from that of Xuantian Jianmen. The sword of Dongyue sword pool is determined by a potential, which often seems to have no powerful attack. You will find that the impact force is constantly increasing, especially now The third sword in Chi's sword is the number three.

Zhao Jiuge's eyes brightened and he was determined by the sword. They were not afraid of anyone in Xuantian Jianmen. Since they wanted to play, they would accompany him to the end. If Wu Shijie's strength was too weak, he would not be interested in it.

Xuantian sword, the second sword, autumn wind.

With the silver light flashing, the air whistling sound constantly resounding, each sword light seems to be able to cut the air, making a harsh sound, like the autumn wind, the whole sword air with an inexplicable sadness.

Later, Zhao Jiuge's Xuantian sword determined the second sword. The autumn wind, like the autumn wind, swept away the nine swords of Tianchi, which was like a huge wave.

The sword spirit of the two sides is fierce, each with its own unique sword spirit and momentum. Moreover, the spiritual power of both sides has been quenched and has its own attributes. However, it is just now that the fight has just begun, and neither side has had time to display it.

All the disciples of the Dongyue sword pool were staring at each other, trying to see which side was better and which was weaker.

"Bang..."

On the wide open space at the gate of the Xixin hall, the blue stone suddenly cracked after being attacked by both sides, and some of them directly turned into powder.

The fierce and domineering attack made some disciples who were not high in cultivation could not help but retreat, so as to avoid those fluctuations affecting them and innocent people.

The majestic white sword spirit and the silver sword spirit like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves are interwoven together. When they are touched, the sharp metal sound of collision constantly breaks out.

After only a few breaths, the stalemate between the two sides changed. It seemed that the white sword spirit of Zhao Jiuge could not hold on to the silver sword spirit of Zhao Jiuge. It became shaky and became weak.

All discerning people can see that Wu Shijie has fallen behind in this fight. Xuantian sword definitely deserves its reputation. All the disciples and elders of Dongyue sword pool can't help but sweat for Wu Shijie.

However, the good thing is that it just fell into a weak position. The situation is not one-sided. The situation between the two sides is changing rapidly. It is normal that Wu Shijie will pull back the advantage later.

The cold woman in the black cloth robe knew that her younger martial brother, who had been unable to hold her breath, would become more impatient. She had nothing to say, but she still lacked the tempering of her nature. Once she became strong, she lost her calm. When a monk like this lost her cool, she was often on a par, It's going to fall into the wind.

When the third sword of the Tianchi nine swords was quickly destroyed, Wu Shijie did not have any words. He started the sword by hand without any pause. It was clear that he wanted to display the fourth sword of Tianchi nine swords.

At this stage, many ordinary disciples would not. After all, with the improvement of the level, the required understanding and cultivation requirements are also higher and higher. Among all the disciples of this generation, I am afraid that only a few of them can master the fourth sword of Tianchi nine swords.

The light of the white sword was diffuse. Different from the beginning, this time it was very gentle and didn't mean any violence. But with Wu Shijie's urging, a thunder and lightning power began to spread. Around the white sword Qi, there were electric arcs that could not be seen by the naked eye. Looking at this situation, Wu Shijie seemed to have finally used his own spiritual power attribute.

There are only two third grade spirit veins and one second grade spirit pulse in the Dongyue sword pool. When he was quenching his body, Wu Shijie did not choose the second grade spirit pulse, but chose a suitable third grade spirit pulse, Jiutian Leigang.In a flash, Daodao sword Qi was full of the power of violent thunder Gang, and made a sound of Zila. Although the voice was not loud, it was inevitable that the skin was full of goose bumps in people's ears.

Wu Shijie, with a gloomy face, seemed to be filled with anger. He waved the white flying sword in his hand in a dull voice. Several swords came into being. He continued to attack Zhao Jiuge, which blocked several directions around Zhao Jiuge.

Zhao Jiuge's eyelids were empty, and he felt the power of the raging thunder. He was surprised to see that even with his body today, he could feel the slight tingling pain in his skin. Although he had not displayed the Sanskrit holy body, Zhao Jiuge did not disdain to use other means because of the contest between sword cultivation and sword cultivation!

After watching a few eyes, Zhao Jiuge grinned. Since he has used the power of quenching body, he is not unable to do so, so he will continue to meet the tough and see who is more domineering!

Xuantian sword, the third layer, sun and moon!

The silver sword is shining brightly. It appears spontaneously around Zhao Jiuge's body. Compared with the fierce and domineering moves in the beginning, the breath of this move is much softer.

The silver sword light is like the sun and the moon reflecting each other, emitting a haze halo. At the same time, the sword spirit has an extreme force of ice. The surrounding air seems to have lowered a little temperature. The disciples who are weak in cultivation feel more obvious.

Both Zhao Jiuge and Wu Shijie are fighting each other in silence. Although they don't say anything, they both have a tacit understanding. They don't make any rest. They release their sword decisions in one breath. Maybe it seems to outsiders that the two in the fight are like children's anger, which is not like the usual fight. However, Zhao Jiuge and Wu are in the field However, Shijie understood that the fight between them was a breath, and that what they were fighting for was the fame of their respective sects. Therefore, they had a tacit understanding that they did not use other means, but chose to fight against each other.

Two people in the field, one of them is majestic and the other is mysterious. Maybe those disciples of Dongyue Jianchi, who are not high in cultivation, can only feel their magnificent attack and only see the surface scene.

However, for example, the cold woman in a black cloth robe and some elders in the sword pool of East Vietnam can feel different artistic conception. The silver and white sword Qi intertwined and collided in the field clearly form a mysterious artistic conception of bright moon on the sea!

Wu Shijie's sword is full of nine days of thunder, like waves of sea water, and sends out the sound of Zila with thunder.

And Zhao Jiuge, like the sun and the moon, interacted with each other, emitting a slight cracking sound of ice cracking.

This time, there was no standoff between the two sides in the offensive. However, Zhao Jiuge's silver sword spirit showed a one-sided situation at the time of contact. The domineering ice sword gang was disintegrated by the nine day thunder gang in the first face-to-face.

Zhao Jiuge has always had a strong confidence in his own strength. This is not blindly arrogant, or he has a strong understanding of everything he has. No matter his own spiritual power, magic weapons, and skills, are not comparable to ordinary people. However, he never expected that the icy nature of his spiritual power and Xuantian sword resolution will be met in the collision with Wu Shijie They didn't hold on, and then they disintegrated like ice and snow melting.

The silver sword light is becoming dim. At this moment, where is the bright moon on the sea? The sun and the moon are covered by the raging sea.

With just a few breaths, the silver sword light was completely eliminated, and the remaining white sword Qi directly bombarded Zhao Jiuge's body.

Zhao Jiuge suddenly heard a steady breath. A golden glass light flashed from the surface of his body. When the residual sword power dissipated, it seemed that the golden glass light had never appeared.

Naturally, the glass golden light is the holy body of Sanskrit. When threatened, it will be released automatically. However, most of the previous attacks were resisted by Xuantian sword, so its power is not very great.

Zhao Jiuge's black robe trembled slightly. He felt a faint sense of paralysis all over his body. He didn't need to know that it was the residual force of nine days of thunder.

Seeing that Zhao Jiuge was not hurt at all, the disciples of Dongyue Jianchi who were absorbed in holding their breath were greatly disappointed. They hoped that Zhao Jiuge could get substantial damage. However, it was very difficult to cause relatively large damage by touching Zhao Jiuge at the beginning. However, seeing this appearance, the disciples of Dongyue Jianchi could not help cheering!

Seeing Wu Shijie's hand and fighting Zhao Jiuge, he finally got the upper hand. The disciples of the East Vietnam sword pool were elated one by one. If elder martial brother Wu could win the chief disciple of Xuantian sword sect, they would feel flattered.

Although the elders of the Dongyue sword pool were not as calm as those disciples, it was not difficult to see the excitement in their smiling eyes. Only the cold woman in the black cloth robe could not see a trace of sadness and joy.

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