You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 729: 9 Sky Shakes the Mountain

The mortal world! How is it possible! With such strength, the Enlightenment Tea, Green Bull, etc. could never come from the land below the mountain. Wei Yan didn't believe it, but Chang Qing did not lie.

"Go to hell!" Seeing Chang Qing chatting passionately, Shen Yu became frightened and condensed countless poisonous sword rains to fly towards him again.

"A sneak attack? Even a genius's fight is so plain and simple. It's disappointing~"

The void climbed down the stairs, and those poisonous ice swords stopped half an inch in front of him. With the flash of white clothes on his body, those ice swords turned into bubbles like spring snow in broad daylight, and turned into dots of fluorescent light.

"You should be thankful that I have great patience..."

Shen Yu suddenly felt his neck tighten, an invisible rope wrapped around his throat, and it became tighter and tighter as he breathed, almost suffocating. What was even more terrifying was that Shen Yu actually felt an inexplicable breath entering his sea of ​​consciousness. If the other party wanted to, they could directly destroy his consciousness.

"No!"

This once famous genius in the Southeast Region felt the breath of death. He was anxious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of fear. He even frantically urged his lifeblood to burn dozens of essences. Only then did the rich blood energy break the shackles of his mental power, forcing out that trace of mental power and coming back to life.

Looking at Shen Yu's miserable condition, Wei Yan frowned and said, "Brother Qing, is there really no chance of easing the situation between us?"

The man in white looked at Wei Yan with his green eyes, as if he had heard a joke: "When you make your choice, you should have seen the wronged souls behind you. Do you think there is still room for maneuver?"

Wei Yan's face became even darker.

After Shen Yu broke free from the shackles of his mental power, he fought twice and knew that this person was by no means easy to deal with. He would even die if he was not careful. Without hesitation, he crushed a piece of jade around his waist in an instant, and waves of cold sea water flowing echoed in the cave.

A stream of black water rushed out, carrying with it the biting cold. This was the Nine Nether Yin Water that the Demon Lord specially rewarded Shen Yu with after he worked for the demon clan. Therefore, he could use the spiritual power of ice attribute. Shen Yu also used it as his life magic weapon to sacrifice. Today, he had completely given it his all against Chang Qing.

Wherever the Yin water passed, even the space appeared fine ice patterns. Wherever it passed, the sleeping disciples of Qifeng Mountain were instantly swallowed up. The sound of rocks breaking continued to ring out, leaving only a piece of stone chips. The surging black water turned into a black water dragon, rushing towards Changqing in a mighty manner.

The mental power suddenly rushed out and turned into a barrier to resist the attack of the water dragon, but soon, an extreme tingling sensation drilled into Changqing's mind. This kind of water could even affect the mental power.

Chang Qing couldn't help but take a half step back. He still underestimated the methods of Kaihua Realm.

And it was this half step that gave Shen Yu hope, and he kept urging the water dragon to flush in the direction of Chang Qing.

Wei Yan put the bow and arrow behind his back, took out a thick heavy sword and stepped forward. He understood that there was no room for maneuver today. Although he knew it was shameful to surrender to the demon tribe, he wanted to live! !

The heavy sword has no edge, the attack is simple and unskillful, and it is powerful and forceful. There are no fancy moves, but only the most ordinary and common sword moves. But it is precisely because of this that it seems terrifying.

Every time a sword move was made, the cave would tremble violently. Countless sword intentions burst out and intertwined from the broadsword, condensing into a powerful sword force that was far superior to the most exquisite sword moves Changqing had ever seen.

Wei Yan's breathing became strange, as if it was an alternative breathing method. With the accumulation of each sword move, the power made Chang Qing's mental barrier begin to crumble.

"Only then can it be considered interesting!" Changqing in white stood with his hands behind his back, not showing any nervousness at all, until this moment his eyes became serious.

"The Nine Nether Yin Water? I just don't know which one is stronger, the Immortal Fire or not?" As the words fell, a red color gradually rose, staining Chang Qing's fair face with a bit of blush.

Shen Yu and Wei Yan felt a huge heat wave rushing towards them. The heat wave alone caused the Nine Nether Yin Water to twist continuously and emit bursts of hissing.

A flame slowly coiled upwards along Changqing's body until it condensed into two vertical pupils, looking at the two people coldly.

There are vertical horns on its head, and black flames that are almost red are flowing inside its scales, as if it is a natural master of fire.

"Is there such a miraculous effect?" Chang Qing looked at the scales on the fire dragon's body. It seemed that this kind of flame had only been seen in the fairy core. He never thought that after the fire dragon saw the Nine Nether Yin Water, it seemed to feel provoked and condensed this kind of firepower on its own.

"Go~"

The dragon's roar echoed in the cave, and the fire dragon rushed out on its own, rushing towards the several-meter-long water dragon. The dragon's breath spewed out, continuously evaporating countless water vapors, which were then turned invisible by the scorching heat.

This scene was like an epic battle, with the twisting and entanglement of dragon shapes and the confrontation between fire and water, it was so fierce.

Shen Yu's forehead was sweating. After just one confrontation, his water dragon fell into a disadvantage. He did not dare to neglect it and started to defend with his mind. He felt that as long as it was dragged on, this powerful fire dragon would not last long.

On the other hand, Changqing Dongfeng 51 fell into his hands, and he moved his finger towards Wei Yan, asking him to come over.

A wooden sword? Wei Yan did not underestimate it, but showed a solemn look. He looked at the wooden sword and remembered where he had seen it. It was Chun Niuma's unique wooden sword. The scene of him surviving the thunder tribulation in the demon clan's territory was widely circulated. This wooden sword, with its uniqueness and sharpness, can be called Chun Niuma's iconic item. He never thought that he would see this wooden sword here.

Looking at the face that had transformed into 'Qingtong', Wei Yan was somewhat skeptical. Was Chun Niuma really dead? It seemed that Qingtong appeared as soon as Chun Niuma died. Could it be...

Thinking of this, Wei Yan gripped the heavy sword in his hand even tighter. If it was really that person, their chances of winning would be slim...

However, those holding heavy swords should move forward and break it with force.

A breeze suddenly arose, and Wei Yan focused his mind and rode the wind. His figure became blurred, and the wind force merged with the sword's way. He moved as his heart wished. A sword came down, carrying all the resentment in Wei Yan's heart, and slashed down with a loud bang.

"Ding~"

When the heavy sword clashed with the wooden sword, there was a sound of metal and sparks. Changqing's hand holding the wooden sword couldn't help but sink a little.

Although the attack failed, Wei Yan was not discouraged. He swung his sword like a violent storm, with sparks flying, but not a single sword strike hit Chang Qing's body. This man in white with a cold expression did not seem to take this battle seriously.

As a result, Wei Yan's fighting spirit burned even more fiercely. If this was really the person he thought of, this battle would be what he had always expected.

Even if it means losing my life!!

"I have a sword technique called Jiuxiao Hanyue! Please teach me!"

Glancing at Shen Yu who couldn't pull his hands away, Chang Qing waved his white robe and made a gesture of invitation.

"Drink!"

Veins bulged on Wei Yan's arms as he raised the heavy sword above his head. The heavy sword made a muffled thunderous sound, and then the sword body fell with the force of thunder. The air exploded wherever the sword passed, and the surrounding ground was constantly torn into grooves.