Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"No!"

Yang Dingshan's eyes coagulated, and the surrounding aura became disordered.

"What's the matter? Patriarch."

The older generation of the Yang family next to him all looked puzzled.

Yang Dingshan's eyes stared at the long sword in Yang Qianhuan's hand, looked at the gradually condensed red light around him, and said in a deep voice: "remember the last time that Qianhuan's family was unconscious? What she uses now is that move. It's very strong, but it's very dangerous. A bad one will even seriously hurt herself."

"How could this happen!"

Several people were surprised. They had always thought that Yang Ajiao's cultivation had improved. They didn't think it was Yang Qianhuan's own problem.

Yang Dingshan's eyes were a little complicated. Looking at the slender and weak figure in the field, he sighed.

The red light on the competition field finally disappeared, and the burning breath and the aura of the riot disappeared. In exchange for the white sword in Yang Qianhuan's hand.

The long sword looks very gentle, just like white jade. Looking at it alone makes people feel calm and refreshing like a warm sun in the cold winter.

However, although the prestige of the long sword disappeared a lot, there were a few beads of sweat on Yang Qianhuan's white forehead, and his hands were morbid pale because of excessive force.

In contrast, the prestige of Baoyin and the indifference on Bai Lin's face are quite the opposite.

The whole arena was quiet.

All the audience stared at the scene with their eyes wide open. They didn't even dare to breathe.

On the stand belonging to the city Lord's residence, the old city Lord looked surprised and whispered, "Zhou Sheng, who do you think is better than them?"

Zhou Sheng was still in the old style of green clothes, slightly bowed his hand, looked serious and said, "back to the city master, the odds of winning the Bai family are higher, but the woman of the Yang family is better."

What he said was better, naturally, did not mean cultivation.

The old city Lord glanced at him, nodded with satisfaction, and carried the tea over the side.

At the same time, Yang Qianhuan in the field moved.

Her figure became more and more unreal. She couldn't even see the shadow. She could only barely catch a gray light, which was very fast.

When he reappeared, the whole man had reached Bailin.

The long sword with white light hummed twice and cut down lightly.

Bai Lin just glanced at it, glanced disdainfully at his mouth and said with a smile, "why, don't you give up? It seems that I can only destroy flowers with my hands. I'm really reluctant to give up!"

He held out his hand, and the floating treasure seal flew straight up for a short distance and spun. At the same time, the huge virtual shadow that had been suspended above him became solidified a little, and immediately fell down.

The lower part of the virtual shadow of the treasure seal is very light, so light that it is almost unreal, but the carving at the top is like essence.

The huge pressure like the top of the mountain immediately shrouded the area. Although there was no change from the outside, Yang Qianhuan felt that his whole body became very heavy, and the speed of the cut long sword slowed down a lot.

Her body trembled faintly, as if she had borne ten thousand kilograms of great force.

"Bang!"

A dull noise came out. The challenge arena specially built for the competition was stepped out of a slight crack by her, and a touch of bright red quietly overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

However, although the pressure was great, her long sword was cut out, but the speed was extremely slow.

"Tut Tut, with such an attack, do you really think you can hurt me?"

Bai Lin shook his head and looked at the long sword slowly cut. He couldn't help laughing. He moved and was about to flash to the side.

But this action made the smile on his face freeze immediately.

"How is it possible? I can't escape!"

He lost his voice and shouted. His aura surged out, which immediately blurred his figure. When it appeared again, he was completely stunned.

The long sword cut slowly was still in front of him, and he didn't move even a step from beginning to end.

"No... it's impossible! There's a seal on the mountain. How can you threaten me!"

Bai Lin's earlier indifference has long disappeared, replaced by a look of panic.

The long white sword seemed harmless to humans and animals, but it suddenly became terrible when it was close. With a palpitating breath, the cold hairs around him exploded. Although it was still more than half a meter away, it gave him the feeling that it seemed to have been put on his neck.

Bai Lin took a deep breath and tried to suppress his panic. He squatted slightly and made gestures with his hands.

The blood in the corner of Yang Qianhuan's mouth was still spreading. Looking at Bai Lin's expression, he tried to squeeze out a mocking smile.

"Hum! Do you think you can beat me?"

Bai Lin was furious and folded his hands. He suddenly pushed out in the more and more intense aura fluctuation, and took the long sword with an earthy yellow luster.

"Zhenling palm!"

In a loud drink, his palms collided with Yang Qianhuan's long sword.

"Ka! Ka!"

Several light sounds came out in succession, and there were several small cracks on the ground. At the same time, an air wave rushed out of the area where the two fought.

Bai Lin's figure flew out, accompanied by a terrible cry.

"Is this the end?"

"I haven't seen what just happened?"

"Me too. Did the white family lose?"

The crowd outside the court was silent for a while, and soon a noisy discussion broke out. Everything just happened too fast. Bai Lin's hands just put on the long sword, and the whole person flew out. The fierce cry even made people tremble.

The treasure seal floating in the air lost its strength support, and suddenly fell to the ground powerlessly, and the virtual shadow above dissipated with it.

Yang Qianhuan only felt that he was light, and the whole person shook uncontrollably twice, which stabilized his body. In the distance, Bai Lin could not be seen.

With that blow just now, he flew directly out of the field.

"The three families compete in the first game. The Yang family and Yang Qianhuan win!"

The referee was different from those spectators. He didn't care if some didn't win, and his appearance was a failure. He immediately ran to the center of the competition field and announced loudly.

Yang Qianhuan looked at the treasure seal on the ground with a complex look. Then he dragged his tired body back to the viewing platform of the Yang family.

Yang Ding walked straight up the mountain path, held Yang Qianhuan's shoulder with one hand and said, "Qianhuan, are you okay?"

"Patriarch, it's all right. I can hold on."

She barely squeezed a smile, and her body was unstable again. If it weren't for someone to hold her, she might have fallen down.