Me, sword fairy!

Su Changge left the No. 1 ring early, and stuck it on the exit of the battlefield in a different space.

The other seven warriors also left the ring, leaving this stage to these two people.

A sword fairy from an ancient country saw Chu Wushuang's sword, and tears filled his eyes with excitement.

"I saw my grandpa!"

"The ancestors... the descendants are not shameful, they have not been able to carry forward your swordsmanship..."

"If you don't make a move, is it a move of this level?" The blue-haired man hidden in the black robe smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "This move, I will definitely not be able to stop the fairyland. , Void Realm is also choking."

I am afraid that only this blue-haired man would think so.

In the emperor realm within the ancestor light, no more than 70% of those who dared to receive this sword head-on.

And those who dare not accept it head-on, at least 60% will die under this sword.

————And it’s a spike.

This sword was Chu Yi's strongest killer move.

Even when facing the Emperor Realm, he didn't use this trick.

Chu Yi has been practicing this sword since he was sensible.

He has been to the most mysterious sword burial pond in the ancient country, and has seen countless sword immortals proudly.

Countless ancient sword emperors who were still alive came to Chu Wushuang in person, and paid a huge price to cut out this sword for him.

All this is for Chu Yi to practice this sword.

"Su————Bai————First!" Chu Wushuang was full of chaos, Jian Qi and Jian Gang violent to the extreme.

"Taste it————————!"

After that, the sword that almost enveloped the entire fighting arena slashed towards Su Wangyou.

The black cloud pressed the city to destroy it.

At that moment, it was like the sky collapsed.

Su Wangyou looked at this miraculous sword, his brain was blank.

[The white face can't stop, the space ring can't run away, the moonlight needs to accumulate energy, the six forms of Qinglian will destroy the weapon, the sigh of the god of truth consumes more internal energy than my internal energy upper limit, this sword, can't run, stop Can't help.Can't run, can't stop.

Fight against him then.

Su Wangyou suddenly chuckled.

[A handful of parasol trees, so what if you don't want it.

If he just loses in today's battle, he will probably live in endless self-blame and regret in the future.

The young man's spirit is bigger than the sky, what is an inheritance sword?

Su Wangyou clenched the Wutong sword.

Then, the red rune burst open and turned into a rune floating beside him.

"Qinglian... Six Forms."

Su Wangyou raised his head and looked at the sword light in the sky.

I don't know when, a swordsman with three thousand black hair and a green robe stood behind him.

The swordsman wore a thin green robe, tall and 1.9 meters tall, almost a head taller than Su Wangyou, long hair and waist, a pair of emerald green pupils seemed to be able to see everything in the world, a brown wine gourd. Was hung around his waist.

————And he has no sword.

He bent down slightly, his left hand held Su Wangyou's shoulder, and his right hand held Su Wangyou's hand, pulling out the Wutong sword.

"Come on, little guy, Qinglian Sixth Form, this is how it is used."

Afterwards, the swordsman said to himself.

"Qinglian Six Forms·Zero Forms."

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuanjing."

The world has become gray, and the flow of time has also slowed down.

Chu Yi's originally extremely fast sword light also slowed down.

Su Wangyou took a step forward.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, never stay for a thousand miles.

Hello.

I am free to drink Xinling, take off my sword and knees before crossing.

Will Zhi Zhu Hai, hold on to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of Turanuo, Wuyue is light.

After the dazzling ears are hot, the mood is born.

Handan was first shocked to save Zhao with a gold gavel.

Qianqiu two strong men, Xuhe Daliang city.

It's not ashamed to be a hero in the world.

Who can write your Excellency, the Baishou Taixuan Sutra."

He slowly read a poem, and every time he read a poem, his aura would skyrocket by one point. In the end, Su Wangyou's aura had already swelled to a terrifying level.

Afterwards, he swung the Wutong sword.

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuanjing."

The tall green-robed swordsman put his hands behind him, looking at the romantic figure behind Chu Yi, with a trace of imperceptible pride on his face.

"Qinglian's life, only to live up to the word sword."