The Legend of Douba Resurrection

"Tang Ying is my direct disciple. If there is no accident, he will be the next Pavilion Master of my Wanjian Pavilion. If I don't teach him the Wanjian Jue, who else can I teach it to?"

Venerable Sword said with an aggrieved face.

""Thousands of swords are fired, and the qi is vertical and horizontal.In the direction of the sword energy, the earth will split and the sky will collapse", Tang Ying has cultivated to it?"

Venerable Wind leaned over and said curiously.

"No, he has only cultivated so far. I only taught him the Wanjianjue since he stepped into the Douhuang Realm, and he has been practicing for less than two years. If you want to practice Wanjianjue to the highest level, you have to wait at least Let's talk about it after he has stepped into the Dou Zun realm."

Venerable Sword shook his head and said.

"Forget it, even if he cultivates, he may not be able to defeat Qing'er."

Venerable Lei sat down and snorted angrily.

Venerable Wind and Venerable Sword looked at each other, smiled and said nothing, and turned their gazes to the field again.

Sensing the danger, Feng Qing'er raised her slender hand and decisively let go of the control over the black glow, and suddenly closed her hands together and sealed again: "The Holy Statue Demon Phoenix Bell!"

The black phoenix phantom that was in a static state suddenly flew towards Feng Qing'er with fluttering long sleeves below, and Feng Qing'er was pulled in by the huge wings.

"Buzz!"

A glaring light suddenly burst out from the black phoenix phantom, the light group began to squirm rapidly, and a huge and strange black clock appeared on the spot.

"Senior Brother, this Holy Phoenix Clock is one of the most advanced fighting skills of our clan. If you can break my Holy Phoenix Clock, I will surrender."

Feng Qing'er's clear and sweet voice came from the black bell.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Tang Ying's eyelids drooped slightly.

"Wan Jian Jue, come!"

Tang Ying suddenly opened his arms and swung down suddenly, shouting.

"Clearly!"

The blades of nearly a thousand long swords that were constantly oscillating in the sky trembled suddenly, and then the sword light fell vertically to the ground like rain.

"The Holy Statue Demon Phoenix Clock, town!"

Following Feng Qing'er's coquettish shout, the weird black clock began to spin rapidly, and countless black glows burst out from the clock's body.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Nearly a thousand long swords shot down the big bell in mid-air with dragon-like sword energy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before the sword rain reached the ground, one crack after another had burst out on the silver square made of silver wood shrouded in sword energy.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Jian Yu and Hei Zhong crashed into each other.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The surface of the rapidly rotating big clock continuously emitted the sound of gold and iron clanging, this harsh sound wave was unbearable for some fighting kings.

The sword-qi long dragon composed of nearly a thousand long swords was rapidly consumed in the collision, and the black clock, which was as immobile as a mountain, still showed no signs of decay.

"Quicker, quicker."

Tang Ying had quietly clenched her hands tightly at some point and murmured involuntarily.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The black clock, whose surface was already full of potholes, had already stopped spinning, and the sound it made became more and more dull.

"Boom!"

When the last long sword was shot at Hei Zhong recklessly, Hei Zhong remained motionless like a mountain!

"call!"

Tang Ying let out a sudden breath, and then made a move to the last sword.

"call out!"

The Azure Great Sword returned to Tang Ying's hands repeatedly.

"Oh!"

The black clock, which looked extremely dilapidated, suddenly turned into countless light spots and dissipated in the air, and a graceful and delicate body wrapped in a colorful dress appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"call out!"

Tang Ying held the long sword straight and flexibly made a sword salute to Feng Qing'er who was in mid-air. A smile appeared on his stern face and he said lightly: "Junior Sister, you won this round."

Immediately, Tang Ying threw the long sword into the air, and the long sword floated in mid-air. Tang Ying touched the ground with his toes, and landed on the long sword flexibly.

"Junior sister, farewell!"

Tang Ying nodded lightly to Feng Qing'er, and then waved his sleeve robe, and the long sword under his feet shot towards the high platform like a long arrow drawn from the string.

That figure is so elegant and unrestrained.

Feng Qing'er, who fell back to the ground, stared blankly at Tang Ying's retreating figure, but her emotions were extremely complicated.