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Chapter 119 Lan Ling

The blue fairy sword in Du Chun’s hand seemed to be shorter than the three-foot long swords of most disciples of Cang Yun Sect. What was even more surprising was that the sword was not straight, but curved, like a surging and crawling snake.

No! To be precise, it was more like waves and water ripples.

After repelling Yun Qiyou with a sword, he said loudly: “Junior Sister Yun, I know you are powerful in Taoism, but if you don’t draw your sword, it won’t be that easy to defeat me!”

Yun Qiyou, suspended in the air, quietly stared at the curved fairy sword in Du Chun’s hand with a blue light that was almost dazzling, as if thinking about something.

At this moment, there was silence in the audience, and everyone’s eyes were focused on Yun Qiyou’s somewhat pale cheeks. It seemed that everyone was waiting for an answer, the answer they wanted since the first competition.

Will Yun Qiyou really draw out the invincible Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Zhanchen in this game?

No words were spoken, not even the sound of breathing.

“Blue Spirit Fairy Sword!”

In the silence, the white-clothed woman hanging in the air made a crisp sound like breaking ice and snow.

“Let me draw out the Dust-Slashing Sword, it depends on the strength of Senior Sister Du!”

Her clear and compelling voice was spread out word by word, echoing for a long time on the top of the Samsara Peak.

There was an uproar in the audience, and the noise instantly broke the strange silence just now. Everyone looked at the cold white-clothed woman on the stage in disbelief.

She was unwilling to draw her sword in the competition for the top five!

Outside the crowd, the group of female disciples in Yuanshui Xiaozhu all looked worried, obviously feeling uneasy and worried about the arrogance and confidence of Junior Sister Yun Qiyou.

To be able to break into the top ten is not just the luck of the draw, but everyone’s personal cultivation cannot be underestimated. Facing Du Chun, who has been practicing Taoism for decades, Yun Qiyou was still unwilling to draw her sword, which was indeed shocking and unexpected.

Du Chun on the stage saw that Yun Qiyou was unwilling to draw his sword in front of her, and her expression slightly condensed. She certainly didn’t simply think that Yun Qiyou was arrogant, and Yun Qiyou had the strength.

She whistled softly, and said nothing. The blue spirit fairy sword in her hand was as blue as a violent ocean wave, and countless air swords suddenly took shape. The speed of its condensation was not much slower than Ye Xiaochuan.

A moment later, countless blue air swords made a whistling sound and rushed towards Yun Qiyou in the air.

Yun Qiyou didn’t have any expression change, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking at the moment. In her bright eyes, the dense blue air swords flying towards her were instantly reflected. When there were thousands of blue air swords rushing to her less than ten feet away, her eyes suddenly shone brightly.

The next moment, everyone saw the dazzling white light rushing against the sky, and the white figure wrapped in the white light almost merged with the white light.

Boom…

When the blue air sword driven by Du Chun hit the dazzling white light, a surprising scene happened. The white light curtain was like a hard transparent wall. Once the blue air sword hit the white light wall, it could not pierce it at all, let alone penetrate it.

Almost all the blue air swords shattered at the moment of contact with the white light, and then turned into Xumi spiritual power again, disappearing between the sky and the earth.

After the white light wall resisted three waves of blue air sword attacks, Yun Qiyou counterattacked brazenly. Her graceful and moving body rushed out of the white light wall in an instant, turned into a white lightning, and rushed away.

Then, everyone saw only the white light and the blue sword light on the stage echoing each other, and almost could not see the figures of the two beautiful fairies on the stage.

Boom…

The loud noise shocked the world, as if even the entire huge and majestic Samsara Peak was deeply trembling in the battle between these two young and beautiful fairies.

Among the crowd, only the disciples who have reached the Yuanshen realm can barely see clearly that the two women are engaged in a fierce confrontation in the white and blue light. The two graceful figures are coming and going, rushing against each other, and the figures almost flash by.

Off the stage, Ye Xiaochuan swallowed his saliva and slowly closed his slightly opened mouth.

He murmured: “My goodness, besides Li Wendao, when did another Du Chun appear in Zhengyang Peak!”

At this moment, Baili Yuan, who was standing beside him, had a solemn expression for some reason. Cangyun Sect began to decline a thousand years ago, and its status was gradually replaced by another sect of the righteous way, Xuantian Sect.

In Baili Yuan’s heart, Cangyun Sect is already a sect of the old and dying. If her master hadn’t urgently called her to Cangyun to watch the battle this time, she would never come.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at the Samsara Peak, she discovered that among the young disciples of this generation of Cangyun Sect, there were actually quite a few outstanding young masters, including Gu Jianchi, Yun Qiyou and others, even she was not sure of winning.

At this moment, seeing the unknown Du Chun fighting with Yun Qiyou on the stage, she finally understood what her mentor, Fairy Liubo, had said.

The Cangyun Sect, an ancient sect with a history of 4,000 years, has stood on the earth for thousands of years. Its deep foundation and strong sword skills are absolutely beyond the imagination of a young disciple like her who has just debuted.

She bit her lower lip lightly, and her palm inadvertently grasped the dragon tooth dagger inserted diagonally at her waist.

She was thinking, if she met any of the two women on the stage at the Broken Sky Cliff Arena, how sure would she be to win?

She might have 70% chance of winning against Du Chun, but what about Yun Qiyou?

She had always been arrogant, but she had to admit that she might have been too narrow-minded. At first, she thought that Yun Qiyou had won four rounds in a row, and a large part of the reason was that the power of Zhan Chen in his hand was too strong, crushing his opponent.

At this moment, she had to admit that Yun Qiyou might have cultivated the Yin-Yang Heaven and Earth Dao to the peak of the seventh level of the Out-of-Body Realm.

“Eleven years, she has only been in Cangyun Sect for eleven years!”

These were the words that rang in Baili Yuan’s mind at this moment.

And this sentence, at this moment, lingered in the ears of countless disciples and elders who were watching the battle.

Could it be that this strange woman was really born for cultivation? It took ordinary disciples decades or hundreds of years to reach the realm of cultivation, but she had already reached it in just eleven years. It was really terrifying.

The wind became more and more fierce as the intensity of the fight increased, and it almost made people unable to open their eyes. And in this battle between the two fairies, who would care about the surrounding high-altitude strong wind?

The ruthless time seemed to slow down its pace at this moment, as if the gods in the sky were silently watching the battle between the two women in this corner of the world, not wanting to miss any details, and deliberately slowing down the passage of time.