There was no verbal sparring, and no words were spoken.
This battle was merciless, and one's pride pierced through the clouds.
Yang Jian looked up, and Qing Lian looked down. Their gazes met, and they already knew that today was a battle to the death.
Qing Lian's gaze was slightly complicated. There was shock, regret, doubt, but most of it was still cold.
Yang Jian knew what this woman was regretting. She was regretting not being able to kill him the first time. She was worried about Fu Dongliu's thoughts, and worried about the great kindness Yang Jian had shown the Ping Tian Sword Sect …
"Hmph!" Qing Lian began to circulate her vital energy.
Yang Jian was completely focused, and the blood in his body surged like a raging river! The waves surged into the sky!
A shocking bloody aura shot into the sky, and the spiritual energy in the air suddenly collapsed!
At this moment, a glint flashed through the eyes of the young man sitting behind Yang Jian, and the green and grey old men were bewildered as well.
The green-robed elder said in a low voice, "What a shocking body-tempering technique!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Lian had already raised the Frost Sword in her hand. She pointed a finger at Yang Jian, and the sword directly slashed towards Yang Jian!
"Stop!"
A somewhat mournful and trembling voice sounded from the side of the Ping Tian Sword Sect.
However, the Frost Sword did not move at all. It still slashed towards Yang Jian with the greatest speed and power.
As for Yang Jian, he saw Fu Dongliu standing at the front of the crowd with disheveled hair. The smile on his face was slightly bitter, but his gaze did not waver at all.
Inhale, condense blood, and shake of the fist!
A few tears appeared on Yang Jian's shirt. He fiercely punched towards the Frost Sword that was slashing towards him!
The tip of his fist against the blade of the sword!
His body was made of flesh and blood, but at this moment, he circulated his cultivation technique with all his might. His blood was boiling, and it had even turned the color of jade. He looked extremely fragile.
As for the Frost Sword, it had already been used three times in a row, and it had killed the enemy each time. Many cultivators already knew how sharp it was!
However, at this moment, Yang Jian was using his fist to block the Frost Sword, and it looked like he was going to shatter on the spot!
Dang!
The sound of metal ringing! It was ear-splitting!
The group of itinerant cultivators widened their eyes as they stared at the Frost Sword that was spinning and flying into the sky. For a moment, they were a little frightened.
This subverted the common sense of their cultivation!
Yang Jian sent the Frost Sword flying with a punch. Both his legs were fully opened. Then, he stomped on the ground, shattering the stone floor beneath his feet. Yang Jian's figure shot up into the sky.
Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, he pounced on the green lotus!
Qing Lian, on the other hand, was a seasoned veteran who had fought countless battles. With a cold snort, her figure shifted horizontally, leaving only streams of cold air to attack Yang Jian.
Yang Jian waved his fists to shatter the cold air. He looked like he could defeat everything with brute force. However, he still couldn't fly in the air. His figure fell to the ground.
At this time, Qinglian had already grasped the Frost Sword that had been thrown away. She casually drew a circle, and within it, sword shadows formed in the blink of an eye, shooting towards Yang Jian's figure.
"Take your life!"
"With just you?"
The blood in Yang Jian's body surged towards his legs. The speed of Yang Jian's descent suddenly increased, and he barely dodged most of the sword shadows.
However, there were still a few sword shadows that smashed onto his body, tearing his clothes. However, they couldn't leave any wounds, and could only cause Yang Jian a wave of pain.
Bang!
The moment Yang Jian landed, a skillful force moved under his feet, and the stone floor within ten feet of him cracked.
Qinglian already knew that Yang Jian's body was extremely strong, but he didn't have many spiritual techniques. She immediately wielded her Dharma treasure longsword and used her vital essence to condense sword shadows, attacking Yang Jian!
Why was Primordial Spirit cultivation more prosperous than body cultivation?
When the two fought, the Primordial Spirit cultivator could borrow the power of heaven and earth, use Dharma treasures, and condense magical powers.
Body cultivators of the same level couldn't even enter the body of a Primordial Spirit cultivator, and would already be covered in wounds from the magical powers and Dharma treasures …
However, this law clearly didn't apply to Yang Jian.
Even though Yang Jian's current strength was very close to Qinglian's, Yang Jian wasn't a martial artist who only knew how to punch and kick.
On the contrary, the current battle hadn't exceeded the calculations in Yang Jian's heart.
Yang Jian raised his left leg and smashed it down. Another muffled clap of thunder rang out, and the broken stone slabs were jolted half a foot into the air.
One punch, two kicks, and a chain of kicks!
Yang Jian's movements were sometimes like a landslide, sometimes like a swimming fish, and sometimes his figure constantly flashed. The broken stone slabs that contained his strength shot towards Qinglian!
Yang Jian could withstand the sword shadows that Qinglian sent out, but Qinglian couldn't withstand the stone slabs that Yang Jian casually punched out!
For a moment, the sword shadows cut through the broken stones, but they were also shattered by the broken stones.
Amidst the incessant explosions, the air between Yang Jian and Qinglian was completely engulfed by smoke and dust. But this smoke and dust carried Yang Jian's strength, and the small broken stones continued to fly towards Qinglian.
Fairy Qinglian could only constantly move in the air, and Yang Jian also constantly jumped on the ground, using the broken stone slabs as a method to madly consume Qinglian's True Essence.
Qinglian had already begun to pour medicinal pills into her mouth. Her body had been hit by the small broken stones in more than ten places, and the feather robe that floated like an immortal was also stained with mournful blood.
The smoke and dust filled the air, and many cultivators could barely see that in the dust, one was up and one was down, diagonally facing each other, both constantly moving.
One was as graceful as a swimming dragon, the other fierce and fierce.
Apart from the sound of the broken stones exploding, the thousands of people present actually didn't hear any other sounds.
Everyone was staring, afraid that they would miss a single detail and lose the capital to boast to others in the future.
Suddenly, they heard a delicate shout, "Heaven Quelling Sword, Heaven Quelling Sword!"
A wisp of Sword Light suddenly shot into the sky, as if it was an icy longsword that had been magnified hundreds of times, directly piercing through the heavens and the earth!
However, the old man that Yang Jian had pushed before shook his head and sighed, "This woman has lost."
That young master was a little confused. Her cultivation wasn't too high, but at this moment, it seemed that the peerless beauty called Qinglian's aura had won …
This frightening sword finally slashed down!
It seemed to condense the endless power of the heavens and the earth, and it even carried a wave of pure Qi of the heavens and the earth!
Most of the spectators were distracted, and at this moment, they seemed to see stars falling and the heavens and earth turning upside down. Even the nearly hundred cultivators that were affected by this move forgot to dodge at this moment!
Cleave apart the stars!
Cleave apart the sun and moon!
At this moment, Yang Jian, who was standing on the ground, didn't change at all. His gaze didn't change, and his figure didn't change in the slightest.
If one had to say that something had changed since the start of the battle, then it could only be the robe on his body.
He raised his head and looked at the falling sword shadow in the sky, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Ping Tian Sword Sect, Brother Fu, it's not that I'm not giving you a chance. If you shout at this moment, perhaps I won't have to be so resolute …
Laughable, laughable!
Because it was laughable, Yang Jian laughed.
"Hahaha!"
He stood in the dust and laughed as he looked at the heavens and the earth. As the sword slashed down, the hair band that bound his hair and the clothes on his upper body were all cut by the sharp sword intent.
His long hair flew in the air!
Collapsing Cloud Sword!
This was the name that Yang Jian had given to the fist technique that he had comprehended. After cultivating in seclusion for three years, he had already perfected this technique!
Although it was a fist technique, it contained sword intent!
Yang Jian's left fist punched towards the sky. Although it was slow, it seemed to cause the surrounding space to sink into a quagmire!
Whirlpools appeared on his arm, and within the whirlpools, pocket-sized swords rapidly formed, emitting endless Sword Light and boundless sword intent.
As for Yang Jian's arm that was punching towards the sky, it seemed to have turned into a mountain peak that soared into the sky!
There were countless holes on the mountain peak, and in each hole, there were swords floating and sinking. They contained Sword Light and sword intent that gathered on the sword peak, wanting to break through the Nine Heavens!
Dust and smoke soared into the sky!
The Heaven and Earth Sword that was slashing down was directly shattered by the sword peak!
Only the sword peak pierced through the sky. It seemed to have only brushed past the body of a woman in midair, but the woman was directly sent flying into the sky, blood flowing everywhere!
Dust and smoke soared into the sky, and the illusion dissipated.
In a very clean and spacious area, only the unknown youth who had only said 'one battle' stood there, his chest heaving up and down violently, and his body was covered in sweat.
The punch just now was already his strongest technique. At this moment, the blood in his body was constantly surging, almost breaking his blood vessels and rushing into his meridians. He could not calm down for a long time.
A white shadow floated down from the sky. It was the sleeve of a feather robe.
Then, a sparkling powder was blown by the wind. It was the Dharma treasure longsword from just now.
Finally …
A figure fell from the clouds. With one last breath, she managed to stabilize her body, but she also knelt in the middle of the empty space.
Her body was covered in blood, and she held a broken sword. Her waist was straight, and she looked at Yang Jian arrogantly.
Yang Jian retracted his fist, and walked towards the woman step by step.
"Yang Jian! Brother Yang! "Fu Dongliu shouted from the side, his voice trembling." Can you take my life!? "
Yang Jian spoke, his voice a little hoarse, because his blood had not yet calmed down.
"If I was the one who lost today, and I also have brothers who beg you to exchange your life for hers, would she agree?"
He had already walked in front of Qinglian, and raised his left hand.
Clearly, when she used that last sword, she gave you a chance to save her.
If at that time, if Fu Dongliu had shouted, "Junior Apprentice Sister, please have mercy," perhaps Yang Jian would have chosen to cripple Qinglian, and not come to this step.
Qinglian laughed coldly, and slowly closed her eyes, but did not beg for mercy at all.
Perhaps, in her view, that was just a humiliation.
"Junior Apprentice Sister Qinglian!"
The people of the Equal Heaven Sword Sect were all waiting for the sect master, peak lord, or even a servant's order.
As long as someone shouted, they could charge out and take Fairy Qinglian back!
The three hundred people from the Ping Tian Sword Sect all wanted to charge forward, but the young master who was sitting raised his hand. The two elders behind him glanced over, and the group of people were all stunned.
"You tried to kill me twice, so you must bear the consequences of my revenge today."
"Killing you but not dying … as expected, there are endless troubles …"
Qinglian smiled coldly, without any regret, nor did she lose her composure. "Cultivators should be like this. The strong are respected, and they fight with their lives to steal fortune. The Heavenly Dao is heartless, and this is all fate! "
"Perhaps, you should be a mortal in your next life, and experience the joy of family. Otherwise, you will only have your Dao nature, and lose your humanity."
Yang Jian's raised hand finally fell, clean and decisive, without any hesitation.
The palm of his hand slapped Qinglian's forehead. Qinglian's body trembled slightly, and then she slowly fell forward. Her life spirit had been shattered.
Loud cries, roars, and curses erupted from the side of the Equal Heaven Sword Sect …
Yang Jian's gaze swept over, and he looked at the Equal Heaven Sword Sect. Then, without saying a word, he walked towards the group of wandering cultivators.
The group of wandering cultivators subconsciously made a path. They were silent, and no one dared to breathe loudly. Their gazes were fixed on Yang Jian, as if they wanted to memorize this young cultivator's appearance.
How beautiful was that Qinglian? She didn't even blink at this killing embryo.
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