Stunning beauty

On the Qingtian Peak, the wind is blowing and the yellow sand is spreading. The sword fairy in the world, the second person in the world, will meet the moment of life and death again after 20 years.

The great battle is about to start, and countless strong men from all sides of Qingtian Peak will come one after another to witness the battle of the world.

Standing at the same peak, two peerless powerhouses of different eras, at present, have a fair fight to settle past grievances.

"20 years, I know you will come!"

During the battle, Fu Jinglun opened his mouth and said calmly, "The battle back then was dictated by destiny, otherwise, I would not be able to win you. For 20 years, I have been waiting for you to regain your sword heart, and finally, I have waited."

"Competition, winning is winning, losing is losing. There is no reason. Back then, you were just entering the fifth realm. I was defeated by you, so I have nothing to say."

Zhang Sloppy stared at the scholar in front of him, and said seriously, "However, I will never lose again in today's battle, because there are still people waiting for me to go back."

"same!"

Fighting intent rose in Fu Jinglun's eyes, and he said, "Under the light, the will of God can only be triumphant!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Jinglun's body was filled with blazing white divine light, which soared into the sky and reached directly to the sky.

The dazzling divine light illuminated the entire Qingtian Peak, and the astonishing miracle shocked everyone.

Facing the human sword fairy in front of him, even the most prestigious scholar did not dare to be careless in the past 20 years. The divine power of light is added to his body, and the five gods are revived, and his brilliance is dazzling.

The battle started, and within a radius of ten miles, the air pressure suddenly dropped.

"Please!"

The two spoke at the same time, and in an instant, the figure moved.

The sword finger is like a thunderbolt breaking a dream, and its vigor is overwhelming. Jian Chi makes a move, using offense instead of defense, which can cut the sky.

The sword immortal is stronger than ever.

Similarly, the strength of a scholar can be called invincible.

The strength of the palm is like a turbulent sea, endlessly majestic, the scholar counterattacks, using defense as offense, without leaking.

In the probing fight, the two showed their abilities for the first time, and it was already extremely fierce. The audience who watched were mesmerized and shocked.

Martial arts are at the top, every move and style has the ability to open mountains and seas, and the moves return to the basics, showing the true meaning of martial arts.

After fighting for several moves, rocks and rocks continued to splash around the two of them, sword marks slashed, palm strength surged, and boundless dust waves rolled up.

"We underestimated the persistence of a sword fairy."

Outside the battle, Archbishop Qi Prison spoke with a solemn expression, "Sword Chi, you are indeed the number one sword in the world back then. The outcome of this battle is unpredictable."

"The Palace Master will not be defeated."

On the side, the young archbishop in red said in a deep voice, "He is the Lord of the Temple, the incarnation of the God of Light in the world, and the will of God cannot be tolerated!"

"Watch the battle."

Another cardinal said calmly.

In the shocking eyes of all parties, on the Qingtian Peak, the ten sacred treasures were all around the two of them, and the figures intertwined, the roar continued, and the brilliance became more and more dazzling.

The sword qi and palm strength are constantly clashing, it is faster and stronger.

"The oracle of light!"

Ten strokes clashed, evenly divided, Fu Jinglun flipped his palms, his body was as bright as the scorching sun.

Ten steps away, Jian Chi calmed down, condensed his sword, his sword energy criss-crossed, and immediately turned into a flow of swords and shot out through the air.

In an instant, rumbling vibrations resounded above Juefeng.

The collapsed rocks were shattered by the aftermath and rolled down from the mountains.

After a powerful move, Jian Chi moved, and in an instant he jumped up, his finger sharp and dazzling, piercing towards the scholar's heart.

"boom!"

But hearing the sound of a violent collision, Fu Jinglun was all over his body, and the divine light blocked the sword finger, and the power of light blessed him, making him invincible.

After a round of offense and defense, Fu Jinglun immediately flipped his palms to raise his energy, and counterattacked strongly.

Adding palm strength to the body, I saw Jian Chi stepping lightly on his feet, moving in the wind, pulling a thousand catties four or two times, for the first time, he showed the ability of softness to overcome rigidity, dissolving the former palm strength.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Fu Jinglun showed a strange expression on his face.

Strange martial arts, never seen before.

Is it?

In order to verify what he thought in his heart, Fu Jinglun raised his true energy again, and slapped the stormy sea, surging out.

The strength of the palm suppresses the environment, and the wild sand is confused.

Ten steps away, Jian Chi steadied his steps, his body was like catkins, spreading out and turning everything into nothing, and once again let go of the former's shocking palm strength.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Fu Jinglun narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"Tai Chi!"

Jian Chi dissipated the frantic palm strength from his body, and said truthfully.

"The martial art created by the Li family's son?"

Fu Jinglun condensed his voice.

"good."

Jian Chi nodded.

"Heavenly genius."

Fu Jinglun didn't hide his appreciation at all, said.

"If he hears the praise from the Master of the Heavenly Mandate, he will be very happy."

Jian Chi said calmly.

"There will be chances in the future, well, the trial is over, and this seat is about to officially start!"

After the words fell, Fu Jinglun's body glowed again. However, this time, it was completely different from before. The terrifying heat wave swept across like a white flame, spreading crazily.

"Not good."

Outside the battle, a strong man from the Tantai tribe felt his expression change, and said, "It's the flame of light."

Next to him, another strong Tantai clan frowned and said, "It's strange, why did the sword idiot take so long to come out with the sword?"

"He's waiting for his opportunity."

In front of the two of them, Li Qingshan, who is also a master of swordsmanship, said in a deep voice, "Jian Chi knows the difference in strength between him and the master of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, so he has a sword in his body, and in the middle of the battle, he will continue to accumulate sword intent, just waiting for the decisive moment." When the moment comes, one sword will win or lose."

Behind him, the strong man from the Tantai clan who spoke first heard the words, and said solemnly, "Although the method is good, but his opponent is the Lord of the Heavenly Mandate Palace. If he still doesn't draw his sword, he might not be able to wait for that moment."

"That's what worries me the most."

Li Qingshan said with serious eyes, "That scholar, but under the head of Confucianism, the strongest person in the world, Jian Chi, can he last until then."

The conversation between the three of them hadn't finished yet. In front of them, in the middle of the battle, the flames of the God of Light swallowed up the sky and destroyed the earth. Wherever they passed, the eyes were full of scorched earth.

With a divine power that surpasses the power of the human world, the scholar stands in the light, like a god of light descending into the world, with every gesture, he burns the sky and boils the sea.

Facing the overwhelming bright divine flames, Jian Chi's expression became serious, and with a deep shout, the sword energy shot up all over his body.

The hair was frantically tied, and the sand swept around, and the sword intent came, and the wind and sand turned into swords, criss-crossing and blocking the flames.

"boom!"

The bright divine flames collided with thousands of sword qi, and the world suddenly changed color.

"Uh!"

The divine flame was unstoppable, the terrifying force impacted, Jian Chi's body was shaken back a few steps, and the corners of his mouth were red.

"Bah!"

At the same time, in the bright divine flame, a sand sword slashed across, brushed the scholar's arm, tore the clothes and silk, and brought out a waterfall of vermilion.

"Injury for injury, Jian Chi, you have really changed."

Fu Jinglun looked at the blood flowing on his arm and said calmly.

"There is a fool who is still waiting for me to go back, so I can't lose this battle."

After finishing speaking, under Zhang's sloppy long hair, the pressure of the sword spread rapidly. In an instant, within a radius of ten miles, the wind was surging, and sword energy flew out from the ground. The fallen leaves became swords, and the condensed sand became swords. Turbulent, covering the sky, even the scorching sun lost its color.

Facing the sword pole, Fu Jinglun summoned his true energy, and even the surrounding earth shook violently. For the first time in 20 years, the scholar who suppressed any peerless arrogance of the same era showed his full strength. Clouds, according to the human world.

"Heavenly Mandate Divine Art, Heavenly Punishment!"

The Divine Mandate of Heaven, according to legend, is a move that can only be performed by those above the Five Realms. As soon as it descends, the entire Qingtian Peak is shrouded in the divine power of light, thunder breaks out, and the sky collapses.