Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 43 A Powerful Woman

On the Kun stage, flames were rising. Even though the stage was protected by the Cangyun Sect elders' secret defensive formation to prevent the leakage of true qi, the countless disciples watching the battle still felt waves of heat spreading from the stage. Everyone's face changed. I really don't know how much pressure Yun Qiyou, who was facing this move alone, was under at this moment.

Taoist Chi Yan was definitely one of the top three masters in Cangyun Sect. This young man Xiao Wu was taught by Taoist Chi Yan. Although his Taoism was far inferior to that of his senior brother Zhao Wuji, fire magic weapons have always been known for their strong attack power among magic weapons of many attributes.

He activated the Thousand Swords Style. Not to mention how powerful it was, the magnificent scene alone was enough to make people dumbfounded. The thousands of people watching the battle were almost all junior disciples of Cangyun Sect. Seeing such a powerful fire magic, many young disciples began to worry about their dream lover Yun Qiyou.

On the stage, Yun Qiyou stood alone with an expressionless face, facing the raging flames and the countless rapidly condensing flame swords.

The violent air waves rolled up Yun Qiyou's black hair and snow-white clothes. There were thousands of dense flame swords in the sky, but Yun Qiyou didn't seem to worry at all and remained calm.

When she saw that Xiao Wu had condensed the number of air swords to the limit, this beautiful woman in white clothes finally moved, like the arrogant Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman, running against the sky.

But she still didn't draw out the Dust-Cutting Divine Sword in her hand!

Seeing Yun Qiyou flying up, Xiao Wu, who was controlling countless flame swords and huge fire walls in the air, finally activated the sword formation and launched an attack.

Facing the countless flame swords that were shooting like locusts and rainstorms all over the sky, Yun Qiyou not only did not dodge, but rushed straight towards the countless flame swords.

At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

At this moment, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were moved.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the thin and graceful woman. She was like an ant, trying to shake the heaven and earth.

The wind was blowing, and the sharp wind like a knife, carrying the heat wave that burned the skin, flew over. Under the attention of everyone, Yun Qiyou instantly pointed his long sword to the sky!

Pointed to the wall of fire that was above the arena.

The sword of the Dust-Cutting Divine Sword was still not unsheathed, and the brilliant and dazzling white light was as bright as thousands of white fireworks blooming at the same time.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Countless white sword beams poured out from the scabbard of the Dust-Cutting Divine Sword like a rushing white sea wave at the moment of hair loss.

The densely packed white air swords, in a blink of an eye, reached thousands of them, many times more than the flame air sword that Xiao Wu had spent a long time to activate.

The seventh of the eight styles of the Divine Sword, the ten thousand sword style!

In the air, a large number of white air swords collided with dense flame air swords, making a deafening roar. A light curtain like water waves suddenly appeared around the ring, firmly controlling the vibrating and surging true energy on the ring. If there was no protection from this defensive formation, these strong and surging true energy would be scattered, and the young disciples watching the battle would probably suffer a lot.

In the blink of an eye, the flame air swords that were so arrogant just now were completely broken by the white sword rain. Countless broken flame air swords turned into stars and fireballs falling from the sky.

In the air, Xiao Wu's face changed drastically. He wanted to condense more flame air swords from the wall of fire to block the white air swords driven by Yun Qiyou, but it was too late.

The two of them were very different in their abilities. In a flash, Yun Qiyou, who was going up against the sky, turned the magic sword in his hand upside down, and the white swords in the sky whizzed through the air, all piercing into the wall of fire hanging in the air.

Boom!

The violent roar resounded through the world. Although the wall of fire was supported by Xiao Wu's true essence, it did not last for half an incense stick of time before it shattered.

Xiao Wu in the air groaned and fell from the sky to the ring. Before he got up, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Yun Qiyou, dressed in white, slowly landed on the ring again, looking at the injured Xiao Wu expressionlessly.

It was not until this moment that the crowd watching the fight around reacted and burst into cheers and applause.

Ye Xiaochuan was amazed. Yun Qiyou's Taoism was so high that it was outrageous. He fought against Xiao Wu, a master of the sixth level of the Yuanshen realm, and not only did he not draw his magic weapon, but he defeated Xiao Wu with just one move. He was really unfathomable.

Xiao Chi, who was beside him, opened his mouth wide and looked at the fight in front of him in disbelief. After a long time, Xiao Chi trembled in the cheers of the crowd.

She was still frightened, sticking out her tongue, and said, "So powerful! This woman is really powerful! Even if ten of me were added together, I couldn't beat her!"

An elder walked up and looked at Xiao Wu, who stood up tremblingly with his sword in his hand, and then looked at Yun Qiyou, who had no expression on his face.

He said to Yun Qiyou lightly, "You won."

As soon as he finished speaking, two disciples flew to the ring and helped the injured Xiao Wu down.

Yun Qiyou said nothing, turned his head silently, and walked down the steps of the arena step by step. The crowd around him involuntarily separated into a path.

In front of the hall, all the senior elders were discussing Yun Qiyou's move just now.

Although that move was only the Eight Styles of the Cangyun Sect's Divine Sword, these senior masters were experienced and naturally saw that Yun Qiyou had activated and condensed thousands of sword beams in just an instant. This level of cultivation was simply terrifying, and she was many times more advanced than her opponent Xiao Wu.

Fairy Liubo smiled and said, "What a powerful woman. Could it be that this woman is the now world-famous Lingbing Fairy Yun Qiyou under Sister Jingshui's seat?"

Nun Jingshui nodded slightly.

Nun Jingxuan and Nun Jingshui were already household names as extraordinary women three hundred years ago, but both of them chose to become nuns without exception.

Nun Jingshui looked about the same age as Nun Jingxuan, about forty years old, but in fact she was nearly four hundred years old, and her cultivation was evident.

She said, "Senior Sister Liubo, she is the young disciple Qiyou. She is still young and needs more training."

Fairy Liubo smiled slightly and said, "Senior Sister Jingshui, don't be modest. When we were her age, our cultivation was not as high as hers. It's really amazing!"

Suddenly, the nine-tailed fox demon Xiaofu beside her said, "The sword in her hand is the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Zhan Chen, right?"

When this was said, the elders of Cangyun Sect did not react, but the other external elders were all shocked and moved, obviously knowing the name of Zhan Chen.

Su Xiaoyan said, "Zhan Chen? Could it be Zhan Chen, one of the three great divine weapons of Cangyun Sect? No wonder it is so powerful even without being unsheathed! If the scabbard is drawn, the power will be unstoppable?"

Yu Jizi smiled faintly, glanced at Yao Xiaofu, and said, "Senior Xiaofu has a good eye. Yes, it is the Zhan Chen Divine Sword."