Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 42: Blazing Flames

The Kunwei Fighting Arena was crowded with people. At least seven levels of disciples gathered around the arena. Everyone was talking about it. They all wanted to see how powerful the famous Yun Qiyou was!

A moment later, a red light shot up from the crowd and landed on the arena. It was a young man in his twenties. His flying skills were indeed gorgeous, but the disciples watching the fight sighed.

The young man seemed to be thick-skinned. Hearing the sighs of countless people around him, his face turned red and he was a little embarrassed.

His strength was actually good. If he drew a good lot, it would not be impossible to enter two or three rounds. Unexpectedly, the weather was not good, and he drew a battle with Yun Qiyou in the first round.

Of course, he knew that his cultivation was far inferior to Yun Qiyou, and he was depressed. At this moment, he heard the sighs of the disciples around him and asked him to leave the stage. He was immediately depressed and embarrassed.

Fortunately, at this moment, a graceful white figure floated up from the periphery of the ring, and landed on the ring like a fairy from the sky, standing opposite the young man.

Countless male disciples around immediately cheered.

It seems that the power of this beauty is indeed infinite. The young man flew up in the air with flames, with a great momentum and colorful. At first glance, he has a very high attainment in the way of cultivation. Yun Qiyou did not release any light, but just flew down to the ring. As a result, the treatment of the two people was completely different.

The male disciples around cheered for Yun Qiyou, which aroused many female disciples' anger. They cheered for the young man. As a result, before the stage started, the audience was divided into two major forces of men and women. The men cheered for Yun Qiyou, while most of the female disciples cheered for the young man.

Seeing that the two disciples had already come on stage, a white-bearded elder came forward, said a simple sentence, and then said: "Let's start."

After the white-bearded elder withdrew, the young man looked up at Yun Qiyou, and saw that the white-clothed woman less than two feet away was elegant and refined, with a beautiful face. She exuded a cool breath, which supported her beautiful face. It was really beautiful and suffocating.

This male disciple's Taoism was at the sixth level of the Yuanshen realm, and his concentration was still insufficient. Seeing Yun Qiyou's pair of cold eyes staring at him, he immediately became a little distracted and blushed.

"Go down!"

"You have already lost before the fight!"

The male disciples watching the fight around saw that the young man was blushing and shouted. As a result, many female disciples were disgusted and cheered for the young man.

After a moment, the young man came back to his senses, holding the immortal sword, and clasping his fists, he said: "I am Xiao Wu, a disciple of Master Chi Yan. Please teach me, Junior Sister Yun."

Yun Qiyou had no expression on his face, and said lightly: "Yun Qiyou, please teach me, Senior Brother Xiao."

Xiao Wu looked at Yun Qiyou, drew out a red immortal sword, and said: "Junior Sister Yun, be careful!"

"Hush!"

There was another round of hissing around.

Yun Qiyou didn't say anything, and the Dust-Cutting Divine Sword was not unsheathed, and it stabbed directly at Xiao Wu.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu retreated several steps, and then his body soared into the air. With a sword formula, dozens of flaming air swords suddenly appeared around him, and they shot towards Yun Qiyou.

This move was the fourth move of the Eight Styles of Divine Sword, the Condensing Sword Style. With Xiao Wu's cultivation, he should have comprehended the Eight Styles of Divine Sword to the sixth level of the Thousand Sword Style, but he only activated dozens of air swords, obviously retaining his strength.

He forgot that he was facing Yun Qiyou, who was known as the first extraordinary woman in Cangyun Sect in the past five hundred years.

Yun Qiyou faced dozens of flaming swords flying around, and her expression did not fluctuate at all. She almost didn't see these flaming swords. The sword and sheath of the Zhanchen Divine Sword swept away, and dazzling white light burst out from the scabbard.

Wherever the white light passed, the flaming swords that were flying suddenly made a buzzing sound. In a blink of an eye, dozens of flaming swords were shattered by the white light released from the Zhanchen Sword Sheath, turning into countless small shattered fireballs, floating down from the sky. Before they floated to the ring, the fireballs had disappeared without a trace.

There was a cheering and applause all around.

But Xiao Wu on the ring changed his face at this moment. He had heard that Yun Qiyou's Taoism was very high, but he didn't expect it to be so high. The Zhanchen Divine Sword had not been unsheathed yet, but he had easily broken his sword-condensing style.

He knew that he had met a strong enemy. Facing so many fellow disciples and external elders, he had to lose with dignity even if he lost.

He had no more scruples. With a fierce roar, the red fairy sword in his hand suddenly burst into flames, almost enveloping him.

Then, he quickly changed the sword gestures, and suddenly, without any warning, a wave of hot wind blew in the air around him.

Yun Qiyou slowly raised her head and looked at Xiao Wu who was condensing his true essence in the air. She did not take advantage of the danger to launch an attack, but watched quietly.

A moment later, a fierce wall of flames quickly condensed and formed under Xiao Wu's urging. When the wall of flames appeared, dense flame swords shot out from the wall of flames quickly, and the number was so large that it almost covered the entire sky.

Eight styles of the magic sword, the sixth style is the Thousand Swords Style!

This time, the number of flame swords that were activated and condensed was far greater than the dozens of flame swords just now, as if the sky on the ring was burning.

There was silence under the ring. No one was making any loud noises anymore. They were all looking at the beautiful woman on the ring nervously. They wondered how she should deal with the monstrous flames?

All the eight arenas have taken action at this moment, but the disciples in the other seven arenas seem to be of equal strength to each other. They are all roaming around the arena, making tentative attacks, trying to find out the opponent's strength.

But in the Kun-position arena, just after a moment of fighting, they attacked with all their strength. Half of the sky was dyed red with flames. Not only were the eyes of most of the disciples on the square attracted, but also the seniors outside the Samsara Hall. He looked towards the direction of the Kun position arena in the north.

In the audience, Ye Xiaochuan was dumbfounded and murmured: "It is said that the fire magic weapon has the strongest attack power. It seems that the reputation is not in vain. This Xiao Wu is a disciple of Master Chiyan's uncle. He is usually very quiet. , Unexpectedly, this fire spell is so powerful."

Suddenly, he thought of Gu Pan'er, who is now the leader of the fire department among the younger generation of Cangyun Sect. She is better than Xiao Wu, and the Burning Smoke Divine Sword in her hand is much more powerful than the fairy sword in Xiao Wu's hand. It's really unbelievable. He knew what would happen if Gu Pan'er used this Thousand Swords move.

Xiaochi beside him suddenly said: "Brother Xiaochuan, this handsome guy has so much magic power. Who is more powerful between you and him?"

Ye Xiaochuan came back to his senses, grinned and said: "I'm not bragging, I'll beat him with one limb!"