Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 70: The Sword of Heaven and Earth

Facing the powerful fire-type immortal sword Nine Yang in Li Wendao's hand, and Li Wendao's Taoism was higher than Xiao Wu, whom Yun Qiyou met in the first round, almost everyone thought that Yun Qiyou might draw the Dust-Chopping Sword in her hand this time, and everyone could see the power of the Dust-Chopping Sword after it was unsheathed.

Unexpectedly, Yun Qiyou didn't seem to have the intention to draw her sword. She looked at Li Wendao coldly with a silent expression. After a moment, the Dust-Chopping Sword with the scabbard pointed to the sky.

As Yun Qiyou pointed her sword to the sky, a strong wind suddenly rose around her, and a strong pressure suddenly emanated from her and the peerless sword in her hand.

Everyone was in an uproar!

It seemed that Yun Qiyou was not going to draw her sword!

Li Wendao's mouth trembled slightly in the air, and a nameless anger flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that Yun Qiyou didn't take him seriously.

He shouted, "Junior Sister Yun, be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swooped down from midair with his sword. The Nine Suns Immortal Sword in his hand, as he rushed down rapidly, the flames on the sword body suddenly became like a layer of kerosene, and the flames instantly rose several times.

Yun Qiyou's eyes condensed, and she retreated seven steps in a row. At the same time, she turned the Zhanchen in her hand over. As the Zhanchen Sword turned, a green Tai Chi pattern grew larger with the wind and blocked her.

The Nine Suns Immortal Sword stood on the Tai Chi diagram in front of Yun Qiyou from top to bottom. The Tai Chi diagram shattered, but it also blocked Li Wendao's powerful attack.

At this time, Yun Qiyou launched a counterattack, and the snow-white back rubbed up, and the dazzling white light burst out from the scabbard, turning into thousands of tiny streams of light, which condensed into three-foot-long swords in a blink of an eye. Each long sword was flashing with white light, as if it were real.

Thousands of snow-white fairy swords flew around Yun Qiyou's ghostly figure in the air, and in an instant, all the white fairy swords in the sky and on the ground, and the sword light emitted had already covered the red flames on the Nine Yang Fairy Sword in Li Wendao's hand on the stage.

Swish, swish, swish...

Countless white fairy swords followed Yun Qiyou's sword tactics and shot at Li Wendao from all directions madly and rhythmically.

Li Wendao was profound in Taoism, not much worse than Yun Qiyou. Facing this move of the seventh move of the Eight Swords, the Ten Thousand Swords Style, he was not in a hurry. Under the great urging of the true method, the Nine Yang Sword suddenly shot up into the sky with red light, turning into a red flame demon dragon, making a deafening roar.

The red flame demon dragon driven by the Nine Yang Fairy Sword had a dragon head, dragon claws, dragon whiskers, dragon horns, dragon tail, etc., and was lifelike, just like a real dragon.

The Red Flame Demon Dragon shuttled quickly, and wherever it passed, the countless white fairy swords that were flying towards it all turned into green smoke and dissipated. Occasionally, some white sword rain shuttled through the gaps in the Red Flame Demon Dragon's body, but they were easily resolved by Li Wendao one by one.

Yun Qiyou did not expect to defeat a Taoist master who had cultivated to the seventh level of the Out-of-Body Realm with just one move of the Seventh Style of the Eight Divine Swords. With a clear whistle, he rushed to a distance of less than two feet in front of Li Wendao.

Li Wendao controlled the Red Flame Demon Dragon to counterattack. The huge Red Flame Demon Dragon opened its huge dragon mouth and bit Yun Qiyou who was rushing up.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the beautiful woman in white clothes, facing the huge Red Flame Demon Dragon alone. The size of the man and the dragon was very different.

At this moment, Yun Qiyou was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Facing the mighty Red Flame Demon Dragon, he did not retreat a single step, but raised his sword and stabbed it, saying word by word: "Qian! Kun! Yi! Sword!"

The white sword light as thin as smoke and dust came out from the scabbard of the Zhanchen Divine Sword. The condensation of the sword energy was so fine that it exceeded everyone's imagination.

Although Ye Xiaochuan hated Yun Qiyou very much in his heart, when he saw Yun Qiyou perform this move of Qiankun Yijian, he had to admit that there was indeed a gap between him and Yun Qiyou.

The huge Red Flame Demon Dragon and the white sword light as thin as a hair, these two completely disproportionate things, collided fiercely in front of everyone's eyes.

A strange thing happened. The original unparalleled Red Flame Demon Dragon, under the thin and invisible white sword light, suddenly made a loud bang before everyone could react. The originally huge Red Flame Demon Dragon collapsed instantly and turned into countless fireballs falling from the sky.

Then, Li Wendao's exclamation came from the air, and then everyone saw clearly that Li Wendao seemed to be hit hard by a mysterious force. The whole person flew backwards from the air, hit the water curtain of the defense barrier of the fighting arena fiercely, and then fell on the edge of the arena.

Only the masters of the elders with higher cultivation and a few young elite disciples knew what had just happened.

It turned out that the tiny sword light, after piercing the Red Flame Demon Dragon with the force of thunder, did not lose momentum, and rushed up from the body of the Flame Demon Dragon to Li Wendao in the air.

Li Wendao's reaction was not slow either. When the sword light shot in front of him, he knew that he could not dodge it. He held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, and the sword light directly hit the sword body of the Nine Yang Immortal Sword in his hand.

Li Wendao only felt a huge force like a tidal wave, which came from the sword body in an unstoppable manner. He was shocked and flew backwards, and then the scene just now happened.

Under the ring, many disciples who supported Yun Qiyou and watched the fight cheered when they saw Li Wendao being injured by Yun Qiyou's move.

In the distance, outside the main hall, above the white jade stone steps, the elders headed by Yu Jizi, the head of the Cangyun Sect, were either sitting on chairs or standing on the edge of the jade railing handrails watching the competition of the young disciples. Most of the elders were looking at them. They all gathered around the man and woman fighting on the Kun stage in the north.

These senior elders were highly cultivated and their eyes were like torches. They clearly saw the move that Yun Qiyou had used to defeat Li Wendao just now. Many of them had expressions of surprise on their faces.

Kong Jian, one of the four great monks of Kasyapa Temple who seldom spoke, showed a trace of surprise on his withered face. He put his wrinkled old palms together and said slowly: "Amitabha, good, good. It’s really amazing that this little benefactor Yun has such high attainments in Taoism at such a young age!”

Su Xiaoyan, the deputy master of Piaomiao Pavilion next to her, also looked shocked and said: "The most remarkable thing is that the Qiankun Sword move she just used to defeat her opponent did not pull Zhan Chen out of the scabbard. Even so, not only did he neutralize the flame demon dragon activated by his opponent's magic sword, but he also injured his opponent. Yun Qiyou's physical cultivation is far superior to that of us when we were young. It seems that Junior Sister Jingshui has been doing a lot in her these years. Put some thought into it.”