Chapter 464: Frost Fighting the Sky Ancient Sword Pill

One of them is a late bloomer, who has washed away all the dross and suppressed his state for twenty years, just to get a martial arts golden elixir and break through himself.

The other one is a sword body with a fairy in the sword, and has an unparalleled talent. He has caused a stir since he entered the sect.

This disciple competition has lasted for a long time.

Now it is finally coming to an end.

On the other side, under the ring.

Yu Qingshan secretly clenched his fists, his face was pale, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"These two are too powerful. Even if I tried my best and used swords and knives, I still lost to Yan Qingying."

His eyes were shocked and he looked at Dong Feng on the side.

Dong Feng also frowned slightly, but he was concentrating on the ring.

I hope to learn something from the battle between the two.

After all, losing is not terrible, but it is terrible if you don't make progress after losing.

Only Zhang Zhe said nothing.

After many battles.

Although he was still silent, no one would regard him as a fool.

In fact, he was the only disciple who could seriously injure Huo Bingshuang in many battles.

"It's a pity that Yan Qingying is a little old, otherwise she would have achieved unlimited success after breaking through to the realm of warriors."

An old guardian beside him also spoke up, sighing secretly, quite regretful.

"By the way, have you heard that the Huo family came to Feitianmen some time ago and wanted Huo Bingshuang to recognize her ancestors."

"They have a good plan. Back then, she was bullied as a collateral disciple, and now the sect has spent a lot of effort to cultivate talents, and they want to cut in."

"There is no such beautiful thing in the world."

Everyone was talking.

But the stage was solemn.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Huo Bingshuang glanced at Yan Qingying, but did not take the initiative to take action. Instead, he turned his gaze and looked at the high platform, thinking in his heart.

"I wonder if Master Ye will also be watching here."

"Actually, for me, this Wuyun Jindan is not necessary."

"Even if Wuyun Jindan can increase the probability of breaking through the martial arts, I have good talent, and I also have the blessing of the Moon Fairy. In comparison, maybe Senior Sister Yan needs it more."

As if seeing what Huo Bingshuang was thinking, Yan Qingying frowned.

"Huo Bingshuang, don't think too much, just do your best."

"I was born in a humble family, my life is like an ant, I am an ordinary farm girl, I was given to others when I was young, I can't read a word, when I grew up, I was sold to be a wife, but I was forced by the landlord, I had no choice but to escape the marriage."

"For me, this life is already brilliant enough. I have been working hard for many years, in fact, not just for this martial arts golden pill."

"But I want to tell myself that this world is vast and boundless, and I am not weaker than anyone."

"I know you are talented, not only have the Tongyue Sword Body, but also the awakened life is extraordinary, but when you fight with me, you will use all your strength."

"In this way, neither of us will have regrets."

Huo Bingshuang heard this and shook off a trace of confusion in her heart.

"Your temperament is indeed the same as your master."

Huo Bingshuang was suddenly shocked, and then said.

"Can you see it?"

Yan Qingying laughed.

"He and I have been brothers and sisters for many years. When I first came to the mountain gate, he taught me to read and practice."

"So I know him better than you do."

"In that case, please ask Senior Sister Yan to make a move."

"Be careful."

Yan Qingying's steps are getting faster and faster.

With a swing of the long sword, the sword seems to burst the air, thunder roars, her sword skills are like a swallow skimming the water, and her figure is as fast as a meteor.

In the middle of the ring.

Huo Bingshuang also suddenly drew her sword.

Chills are everywhere.

It seems that the moonlight suddenly appears, and the sword light flashes, illuminating everything around.

Her sword skills are also sharp.

Colliding with Yan Qing's sword skills, a crisp metal collision sound is made.

The two are like two rapids meeting, colliding with fierce sparks.

Every collision has a thousand-pound force, imitating the dull sound of a giant, making the whole ring buzz.

"What a superb swordsmanship."

Yan Qingying's eyes were firm and sharp, and she couldn't help but sigh.

Just now, the two of them only used basic swordsmanship to fight.

But the person in front of her was nearly 30 years younger than her.

Every attack was not inferior to her.

At Huo Bingshuang's age, she was far inferior to him.

"But this is not enough."

Yan Qingying muttered in her heart.

The next moment, she drew her sword.

Her swordsmanship was like her state of mind, fearless, decisive and direct.

The battle was going on fiercely.

The two figures crossed, and the sword light flashed.

For a long time.

A trace of sweat appeared on the foreheads of both of them.

Yan Qing's swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and Huo Bingshuang was not to be outdone. Their swordsmanship was like two whirlwinds intertwined in the night sky.

"Ice Sword Dragon."

An ice light appeared like a dragon, rain light danced, and frost fought against the sky. This was the highest inheritance of the Frost Sword Art of Fengyu Tower.

Huo Bingshuang was not suitable for the magic formula of Feitianmen.

Therefore, as early as when she just entered the sect, Gu Xuan personally went to Fengyu Tower to ask for a special method for her.

It was not until some time ago.

Feitianmen took Fengyu Tower with unparalleled momentum, and the other party handed over the highest inheritance of Frost Sword Art.

Suddenly.

Huo Bingshuang took a deep breath, and then attacked suddenly.

The sword cut through the sky like lightning and hit Yan Qingying directly.

The ice dragon attacked.

Yan Qingying reacted very quickly, dodged to the side skillfully, and hit Huo Bingshuang with a backhanded sword.

The sword light split into ten shadows, cutting straight towards Huo Bingshuang's head.

The two swords crossed in the air, and every collision made them feel a strong force surge, shaking their hands and making them numb.

They took a deep breath, and then swung their swords at each other again.

"What a powerful swordsmanship!"

Huo Bingshuang exclaimed, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

She didn't expect Yan Qing's swordsmanship to be so superb. He didn't use any magical sword moves, but every move was full of power and beauty.

Yan Qingying smiled slightly, secretly feeling lucky.

She knew that she was a weak point in sword tactics.

So she made full use of her experience and went all out, focusing on speed and surprise when she drew her sword.

Her sword danced faster.

Like a stream of light, trying to find Huo Bingshuang's flaws.

However, Huo Bingshuang was no ordinary person. She dodged Yan Qingying's attack lightly.

The swordplay was as cold as ice and snow, and every sword revealed a cold killing intent.

As time went by, the physical strength of both began to gradually deplete.

Breathing became rapid, and sweat slid down their foreheads.

But their eyes were still firm, and they had no intention of retreating.

This battle was not only a test of swordplay, but also a test of will and determination.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, the two took a few steps back at the same time, panting.

Their eyes met, emitting electric light.

Each of them could see the determination and indomitable spirit in each other's eyes.

"You are strong."

Yan Qingying said with difficulty, her voice was a little tired.

"You too." Huo Bingshuang responded, her voice was also a little weak.

This battle has reached the most critical moment.

They all understood that the next blow would be the decisive blow.

...

On the other side, Ye Yang looked at the battle between the two in the field and nodded slightly.

To be honest, the sword skills of these two were not weak.

He had never imagined that he could reach such a level.

He thought Huo Bingshuang had the Tongyue Sword Body. Although her cultivation was not as profound as Yan Qingying's.

But she could still rely on her physique to suppress Yan Qingying.

But now it seems that it is not as simple as he imagined.

Yan Qingying is like an old man who has been immersed in the sword for decades. Although she does not have any profound methods.

But over the past few decades, she has perfectly integrated her state of mind with the rhythm of the sword, and can easily pull her opponent into her own rhythm.

In the field.

The duel between the two entered a climax.

On the ring, Huo Bingshuang stared at Yan Qingying closely.

The next moment was the moment of victory or defeat.

"Aren't you always curious about the power of the Tongyue Sword Body? Then let you see what is so special about this Tongyue Sword Body."

The next moment.

She roared.

A bright moon appeared in the huge sky.

The bright moon shone with brilliance, blending with her, like a fairy dancing, and a sword came to kill.

This vision was short and shocking, the moonlight fell, and her body danced like a fairy.

A sword slashed, the sword silk was diffused, like the moonlight that made people untouchable, like a dream, but the next moment, it was already in front of her.

Yan Qingying's eyes showed a trace of fear.

Seeing this, the thumb of her left hand flicked lightly.

An egg-sized sword ball flew out from behind.

The sword light around the sword ball vibrated lightly, making a crisp sword sound.

A series of sword energy rose across the sky, like a peacock spreading its tail, shining with silver light.

"It's actually a sword ball!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw the sword ball emitting sword light in the air.

This is a thing that the ancient sword cultivators have intersected with their lives, and it is extremely precious.

This Yan Qingying really has another opportunity.

I don't know where I got this sword ball.

When the two collided, one was moonlight and the other was sword light.

Although Yan Qingying has not yet reached the realm of practicing sword into silk, the sword ball released countless sword energy, making up for this part of the deficiency.

After a long time, after a touch, both of them vomited blood and retreated several steps.

But neither of them gave up.

At this time, Huo Bingshuang in the sky once again urged the Frost Sword Art.

An icy dragon froze the ring and appeared again, rushing towards Yan Qingying.

But Yan Qingying cut off its head with the sword ball, and the ice dragon could only turn into a pool of ice water and disappeared without a trace.

Huo Bingshuang spit out a mouthful of blood, fell from mid-air, and sighed at Yan Qing.

"Senior Sister Yan, I am ashamed of myself and am willing to admit defeat."

In fact, everyone in the field could see that the strength of the two was on par.

If the fight continued, it was not certain who would win.

It was just that Huo Bingshuang was the first to admit defeat.

Hearing Huo Bingshuang's words, Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, and a special feeling of gratitude came from his heart.

"Thank you, Junior Sister Huo, for your help."

Huo Bingshuang shook her head.

"Senior Sister Yan is a little self-deprecating. I tried my best, but still couldn't beat you."

"This is not a help, but a helpless move. If possible, I would rather win the first place."

Looking at the two people in the field, Ye Yang smiled.

He stepped into the air, slowly flew out, and walked in front of everyone.