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Qingyao is shocked to find that with the appearance of blood thread on Ye Ying's body, all the flying swords made of sword pills have become extremely tough. The long sword, which she controlled and manipulated, could no longer break through the blockade of these flying swords. Moreover, at this time ye Ying, the whole person becomes extremely strange. The bloodstained marks on his body are constantly sticking out one by one wet blood thread and penetrating into the magic flying sword of Jianwan.
There are countless inscriptions on the smooth body of these flying swords. With the appearance of these inscriptions, Qingyao clearly felt that he seemed to be locked. A huge stream of divine consciousness poured out from all the flying swords and completely locked every dead hole in her body. Once she moves lightly, these flying swords can instantly hit her on the spot.
Even if Qingyao has tried her best at this time, she still has a dying sense of crisis in her heart. Obviously, after ye Ying's fury, she no longer suppressed the power of burial swordsmanship, and even completely released it. Since Xiao Qingyao thinks that she can crack the burial swordsmanship, let her have a good experience. Of course, life and death do not matter!
Ye Ying's move surprised the people who watched the battle. They didn't expect that the art of burying swords had such a terrible side. Previously, when Xiao Qingyao announced the solution to the sword burial technique, they still thought that this burial sword technique was nothing more than that. On second thought, however, they realized that they were wrong.
The sword meaning that can be conjured up by burial sword technique is almost all over the world. If a monk can't understand the meaning of the sword, he can't break it. What's more, the sword meaning condensed by the sword burial technique will not consume much for the users. People who can go to crack it need to consume their own accomplishments and give birth to a great sense of sword.
This kind of consumption may have no problem for Xiao Qingyao, who has the tiandaofa Jue. However, if the ordinary friars are replaced, they will be wiped out by the flying sword before they turn into the sword meaning in the empty air. Because not everyone is like Qingyao general, has the profound inside information. Not everyone can learn how to defend the sword. Even if many people are extremely arrogant, they can't learn the secret method of killing people thousands of miles away.
With the blood stabbing into the flying swords, these swords make people feel desperate. Qingyao's body shape, which had been plunging forward rapidly, was also shaken back by the combined force of these long swords. She was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and her chest was fluctuating, as if she had been hurt a lot.
The flying sword in front of her body is constantly drifting. Under the blessing of her great Qi machine, she is constantly crushing Ye Ying's sword spirit. Between the two, the constant explosion of terror, the entire arena was shocked out of cracks. However, no matter how powerful the sword burial technique was, Qingyao still bit her teeth to block it down.
Of course, she was reluctant to do so. Even though she blocked Ye Ying's burial swordsmanship with her own strength, she was still injured by the burial swordsmanship. At this time, her body was covered with dark injuries, and the channels and collaterals were cracked because of forcing too strong genuine Qi. However, she still gritted her teeth, and wanted to compete with Ye Ying.
Hong Ling's eyes are gloomy and standing under the battle platform. Some are worried about Qingyao. He knew that the elder martial sister's temperament, once identified something, even if it was hit by the south wall, he would never look back. Ye Ying's sword burial skill, even if it is Hongling's, can't say it can compete with it. But Qingyao this silly girl, unexpectedly is like stubborn donkey general, one strength forward rush.
The light of the sword is shining on the battle platform. Qingyao is dancing with her body. The sword fingers of both hands are flying in the air to show the sharp sword spirit. She knew that ye Ying was doing her best. If you don't concentrate on dealing with it, you will suffer a lot.
”Hum!” While Qingyao is constantly fighting against Ye Ying's sword spirit, ye Ying's flying sword, which is connected with blood line, suddenly sends out a terrible sword chant.
Above these flying swords, the blood inscriptions are constantly wriggling, like countless bloody leeches. With the sound of the sword singing, they all shot out of the sky and rushed towards Xiao Qingyao. The roaring sword spirit reverberates in the sky and makes people look awe inspiring.
Qingyao suddenly a meal, stopped dancing body, looking at the body closed in front of the flying sword. These swords, which were born out of the burial swordsmanship, were slowly stacked together at this time. And their breath, with the continuous overlap, and become more and more terrifying.
Ye Ying stands in the same place, hands continue to play the mysterious sword formula. He is like a puppet's Yanshi, pulling all the blood lines and injecting the whole body's blood into the sword. The long sword, unexpectedly, slowly became huge and incomparable. It was filled with bloody terror. It slightly a meal, suddenly burst out, toward the green Yao cut in the air.
The bright sword light, like a silver waterfall in the Star River, falls towards the girl and illuminates the whole battle platform. Qingyao suddenly raised his head and reflected the gorgeous streamer in his eyes. However, her body, however, just like flowing water, took back the long sword flying in front of her. Her eyes closed slightly, her long eyelashes trembled, like the thread grass shaking off the dew.
I don't know when the starry sky rises, pouring down the sky. These soft points of light, gathered in front of Qingyao's body, integrated into her long sword. At this moment, the body of the long sword is full of star halo, which is like the aurora from illusion, reflecting the colorful haze color.
Willow eyebrows tremble, Qingyao eyelids slowly closed, opened her deep eyes. She reversed her sword, raised her finger to the sky, and immediately cut it off with a sword. Unable to express a sword, will open the void, toward Ye Ying manipulation attack long sword to cut.Boom!