The four balls were immediately attracted. With a whoosh, they changed their trajectory in the air and flew into the hands of the four people.
Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and looked. The ball in his hand had the number one written on it. It was Zhong Jie's number two.
When he looked at the other two, his pupils shrank. He happened to meet Yang Wuxin's eyes. Yang Wuxin was also holding the number one ball in his hand.
Although this result was inevitable, the meeting of the two still made many people open their eyes wide. They could not help but feel nervous.
Especially Shi Yuyan and Wu Qiyue.
All the previous matches did not affect their hearts as much as this one.
This was a match that could only be won and not lost.
Wu Qiyue thought, "If Brother Qingxuan loses, and father promised to marry me to the first person in the world, then I can only kill myself to fulfill his wish."
Above the sea of clouds, hundreds of thousands of people watched quietly. They were inexplicably nervous.
They seemed to have seen the birth of the first place.
Yang Wuxin, who had always been known as the first among the younger generation, and the biggest dark horse in recent years, Yang Qingxuan, who had killed Gu Yao and made it to the top four. In everyone's eyes, the first place had already been given to one of the two.
As for Zhong Jie and Xu Weilong, at this moment, no one cared.
Zhong Jie and Xu Weilong both had number two balls in their hands. They looked at each other.
Xu Weilong's eyes were filled with hatred. Zhong Jie, on the other hand, chuckled. She did not care and even looked relaxed. This made Xu Weilong even more furious. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"This is interesting. The Taixuan Sword Vault versus the Taixuan Sword Will."
In the void, Kunna smiled. Her eyes were filled with great interest.
Ke Luo said, "Mother, who do you think will win?"
Kunna said, "Yang Qingxuan's strength is unquestionable. But he is the son of Renhuang and has cultivated the Taixuan Sword Will. He probably has a lot of treasures. "
Ke Luo nodded and said, "Indeed. It's hard to say who will win in a fierce battle."
Kun Na rolled her eyes at him and said, "No, it must be Yang Qingxuan. Otherwise, wouldn't I have made the wrong friends?"
On the Cloudvoid Ancient Battle Platform, Dong Zhen said, "The first battle of the top four will be started by Yang Qingxuan and Yang Wuxin. The two of you have just finished the round-robin stage. Would you like to rest for a while?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "No need."
Yang Wuxin also said, "No need."
Dong Zhen nodded and said, "Then let the competition begin. The rules are the same as the competition for the top ten. You may admit defeat."
As he spoke, he stood with his hands behind his back. His figure floated up as he stared intently at the match.
Zhong Jie and Xu Weilong's figures flashed and disappeared from the arena.
Only Yang Qingxuan and Yang Wuxin were left, staring at each other.
Yang Wuxin suddenly sneered, "I've watched every single one of your battles. Right now, I know you like the back of my hand."
Yang Qingxuan said, "Is that so? That's really bad. I haven't watched every single one of your battles. Because from the beginning to the end, I haven't paid any attention to you. Along the way, I've met too many small fries who added drama to themselves. You're not the first, and you won't be the last. "
The sneer on Yang Wuxin's face froze in the wind, and then slowly condensed.
"Trash from a low-level plane! Let me beat you back to your original form with the strongest sword will in the world! "
Yang Wuxin roared angrily. He grabbed with his right hand, and a golden sword appeared. The violent sword will instantly swirled in the air, turning into a golden storm that tore through the sky.
Yang Qingxuan frowned. Whenever Yang Wuxin's sword will appeared, it would trigger the Taixuan Sword Tomb. Golden runes would constantly separate from his Martial Soul and enter his body.
This feeling was very comfortable. It was as if the incomplete sword will had found its other half.
"Taixuan Sword Technique?"
Yang Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, feeling the sword will surge in his body. Suddenly, he grabbed with his right hand, and a sword was also formed. It was the Fighting Ghosts God.
"Vanquishing Sword Hiding!"
Yang Wuxin rushed out of the storm of sword qi, and a dazzling golden light swept across the sky. The vast sword will was like the sea, and it was awe-inspiring.
"A bit of Great Spirit, a thousand miles of wind!"
Yang Qingxuan raised his sword with his right hand and stabbed.
"Bang! Bang! — — "
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than ten blows.
"What? The sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand seems to be formed by his Martial Soul. Isn't his Martial Soul invincible? "
"Both of their Sword Wills are vast and endless, as if they are the evolution of the Heavenly Dao. They seem to be the same Sword Wills, but they are slightly different."
"Isn't Yang Qingxuan's weapon a halberd? Why is his sword will so terrifying? How many kinds of martial arts and Divine Senses can a person practice?! "
The sea of clouds was filled with shocked voices.
Pan Haixing chuckled and said, "It's not just the halberd that made our boss successful!"
Spring Master's eyes flashed as she said, "If what you said is true, the shock brought by this battle will be far greater than the battle itself."
She stared at the sky and muttered to herself, "Is the sky going to change?"
"Damn it, what's wrong with your sword?!"
Yang Wuxin's heart trembled inexplicably, but he quickly calmed himself down. After all, he was an Extreme Dao Realm martial artist. His cultivation and temperament were both superior to the rest of the martial artists.
"Sword Condense!"
Yang Wuxin roared and swung the golden sword in his hand. Immediately, it turned into rays of golden light and shot out, completely enveloping Yang Qingxuan.
The surrounding arena was instantly cut into pieces.
At the same time, a huge sword shadow gathered in the sky and shot down like a mountain.
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank as he stared at the sword shadow. His heart throbbed inexplicably. Suddenly, he raised his sword and directly slashed at the sword shadow without any moves.
On the Fighting Ghosts God stage, the golden sword light burst out like the radiance of the sun, and then disappeared. It was the sword light that was infinitely compressed. After reaching the limit, it suddenly shot out.
Countless rays of golden light shot out in all directions, and a huge sword shadow was formed from it. It was as tall as a mountain and exuded a vigorous aura. It collided with Yang Wuxin's Sword Condense!
"Boom!"
The two sword auras exploded, and the powerful sword will exploded. The entire space was instantly torn into pieces.
However, the countless experts in the void were all shocked, and their eyes were filled with horror!
The sword will that Yang Qingxuan had just displayed was exactly the same as Yang Wuxin's. It was just a simple change of Sword Condense!
"What's going on? Their sword wills and sword moves are becoming more and more similar! "
"It's as if they are from the same sect."
"It's not as if, it's completely the same! Such a terrifying sword will, if not cultivated by a fellow disciple, it's impossible to comprehend it on one's own! "
There was a sudden uproar in the sea of clouds. Everyone was shocked.
Among them, the most shocked and even frightened was Yang Qingxuan. He cultivated the Taixuan Swordsmanship, so naturally, he could feel that Yang Qingxuan's swordsmanship was constantly moving closer to the Taixuan Swordsmanship.
From the beginning, the sword will was fast. After hundreds of moves, the sword will was constantly changing. Slowly, it became the same as his sword will, vast and mighty. It was a swordsmanship that evolved the Great Dao.
Even every move and style was beginning to converge with his own. It was as if …
It was as if he was imitating and secretly learning!
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