One is a late bloomer who has washed away all worldly desires and suppressed his state of mind for twenty years, just to obtain a martial arts golden elixir and break through himself.

The other one has the Tongyue Sword Body, the fairy in the sword, and has extraordinary talent. He has caused a sensation since the moment he entered the sect.

This disciple competition has been going on 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 turned pale, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"These two are too powerful. Even though I tried my best and used both swords and sabers, I was still defeated by 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 looking at the arena.

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

After all, losing is not terrible, but not making any progress after losing is terrible.

Only Zhang Zhe remained silent.

After many battles.

Although he is still taciturn, no one will treat him as a fool anymore.

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

"It's a pity that Yan Qingying is a little old, otherwise her achievements would be limitless after breaking through to the warrior realm."

An old guardian nearby also spoke up and sighed secretly, expressing regret.

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

"They have a good plan. Back then, as a member of a side branch, he was bullied in every way. Now the sect has spent a lot of effort to cultivate him into a talent, and they want to take advantage of him."

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

Everyone was talking about it.

But the atmosphere on the stage was solemn.

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

Huo Bingshuang glanced at Yan Qingying and did not take the initiative to take action. Instead, she turned her gaze and looked towards the platform, thinking to herself.

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

"Actually, for me, this martial arts golden elixir is not necessary."

“Even if the Martial Luck Golden Pill can increase the probability of a breakthrough to a warrior, I have good talent, and I also have the Moon Fairy’s life force to bless my cultivation. Comparatively speaking, maybe Senior Sister Yan needs it more.”

As if she saw 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 was like an ant, I was an ordinary farm girl, I was given away when I was young, I could not read a single word, when I came of age, I was sold to be a wife, but I was forced to flee the marriage by the landlord."

"For me, this life is already brilliant enough. I have worked hard for many years, not just for this one Martial Golden Elixir."

"But I want to tell myself that this world is vast and I am not inferior to anyone."

"I know you are extremely talented. Not only do you possess the Moon-piercing Sword Body, but your awakened innate power is also extraordinary. But when you fight me, you must use all your strength."

"This way, neither of us will have any regrets."

When Huo Bingshuang heard this, the confusion in her heart disappeared.

"Your personality is indeed the same as your master's."

Huo Bingshuang was suddenly startled, and then said.

"Can you tell?"

Yan Qingying laughed out loud.

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

"So I know him better than you do."

"In that case, please let Senior Sister Yan take action."

"Be careful."

Yan Qingying's pace was getting faster and faster.

With a swing of the long sword, the sword seemed to burst the air, thunder roared, her sword skills were like a swallow skimming the water, and her figure was as fast as a meteor.

In the middle of the ring.

Huo Bingshuang also suddenly drew his sword.

The cold air is everywhere.

It seemed as if moonlight suddenly appeared, and the sword light flashed, illuminating everything around.

Her swordsmanship is equally sharp.

It collided with Yan Qing's swordsmanship, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

The two of them were like two rapids colliding, creating intense sparks.

Every collision was accompanied by a tremendous force, imitating the dull sound of a giant, making the entire arena buzz.

"What a superb swordsmanship."

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

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

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

Every attack was not inferior to hers.

At Huo Bingshuang's age, she is far inferior to others.

"But this is not enough."

Yan Qingying muttered to herself.

The next moment, she drew her sword boldly.

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

The battle raged.

The two figures crossed each other and the swords flashed.

a long time.

There was a trace of sweat on both of their foreheads.

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

"Ice Sword Dragon."

A ray of icy light appeared like a dragon, rain light danced, and frost fought against the sky. This was the highest inheritance of the Frost Sword Technique of Fengyu Tower.

Huo Bingshuang is not suitable for the Feitian Sect's magic spells.

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

Until some time ago.

The Feitian Sect took over the Fengyu Tower with unparalleled force, and the other party handed over the supreme inheritance of the Frost Sword Technique.

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 struck 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 time they collided, they both felt a surge of powerful force, shaking their hands until they felt numb.

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

"What an amazing swordsmanship!"

Huo Bingshuang exclaimed in praise, with a hint 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 and every style was full of power and beauty.

Yan Qingying smiled slightly, secretly rejoicing in her heart.

She knew that she was weak in sword skills.

Therefore, he made full use of his experience and went all out, focusing on speed and surprise when striking with the sword.

Her sword danced faster.

It was like a stream of light, trying to find Huo Bingshuang's flaw.

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

His swordsmanship was as cold as ice and snow, and every sword move revealed a cold murderous intent.

As time went on, the physical strength of both of them began to be gradually depleted.

His breathing became rapid and sweat dripped from his forehead.

But their eyes remained firm, with no intention of backing down.

This battle is not only a test of swordsmanship, but also a test of will and determination.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, both of them took a few steps back, gasping for breath.

Their eyes met, emitting electric light.

They could see the determination and perseverance in each other's eyes.

"You are strong."

Yan Qingying said with difficulty, her voice containing a hint of fatigue.

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

The battle has reached the most critical moment.

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

……

On the other side, Ye Yang watched the fight between the two people on the field and nodded slightly.

To be honest, these two people's sword skills are not weak.

He had never imagined that it would come to this.

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

However, he can still rely on his 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 swordsmanship for decades, although he does not have any profound skills.

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

In the field.

The confrontation between the two reached its climax.

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

The next moment will be the moment of victory or defeat.

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

next moment.

She let out a tender roar.

A bright moon suddenly appeared in the vast sky.

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

The vision was brief and shocking. The moonlight shone down and her body danced like a fairy.

A sword came slashing down, and the sword thread was diffused, like moonlight, untouchable and dreamy, but the next moment, it was already in front of him.

There was a hint of fear in Yan Qingying's eyes.

Seeing this, he flicked his left thumb lightly.

An egg-sized sword ball suddenly flew out from behind him.

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

Sword energy rose into the sky, like a peacock spreading its tail, shining with dazzling silver light.

"It's Jian Wan!"

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

This is something that is at the cost of life and death for ancient sword cultivators and is extremely precious.

It turns out that Yan Qingying also has another opportunity.

I don't know where I got this sword pill from.

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 skills into silk, the sword ball released countless sword energy, which made up for this deficiency.

After a long time, after a contact, both of them vomited blood and took several steps back.

But no one gave up.

At this moment, Huo Bingshuang in the sky once again activated the Frost Sword Technique.

An icy dragon froze the arena, reappeared, and pounced on Yan Qingying.

However, Yan Qingying cut off its head with her sword, and the ice dragon turned into a pool of ice water and disappeared without a trace.

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

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

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

If the fight continues, it's hard to say who will 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 over him.

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

Huo Bingshuang shook her head.

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

"This is not a fulfillment, but a helpless act. If possible, I would rather win the first place crown."

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

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

(End of this chapter)