In the sky, the battle between Yi Changqing and Yu Huiying became more and more hot, of course, Yi Changqing was trying his best to suppress his strength.

Yu Huiying's progress over the years has indeed been great.

But it's still far from him.

If you want to be defeated by Hui Ying, Yi Changqing can do it with a sword.

But that look is too unkind to the other party.

Sonorous sonorous sonorous ......

The sword qi struck each other, stirring in all directions.

Yu Huiying's sword trick was cast, and the pure sword qi was condensed on the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and each sword interpreted the word sharp to the extreme.

There are no cumbersome sword moves, gorgeous sword lights.

Her sword only pursues pure sharpness!

Yi Changqing's fingertips had sword light flickering, and each sword light shot out was just right, disintegrating Hui Ying's sword qi one by one.

Yu Huiying's blushing face showed a hint of surprise.

In the eyes of outsiders, she and Yi Changqing are evenly matched.

But only she understands that it is far from it.

He is far inferior to Yi Changqing, he is not of the same level at all, and let his stormy slashes, Yi Changqing did not move, and blocked all the attacks with just a pair of sword fingers.

The sword finger is as calm as this, and he does not see the slightest loss.

Even every sword qi was controlled to a level similar to his own, which was extremely fine, which showed that the other party did not use all his strength at all.

"Okay, good, your entry far beyond mine!"

"But, don't underestimate people. ”

Yu Huiying let out a long roar, and the sword qi on her body gushed out.

It is accompanied by a large amount of alcohol evaporation.

The smell of wine and sword qi permeated the void, as if intertwined with a magnificent picture, and Yu Huiying was the sword fairy flying in the painting.

"Take my sword...... Flying Immortals!"

Yu Huiying's sword technique urged, and the long sword in her hand came out of her hand, and after circling around her for a while, an incomparably majestic sword aura gathered.

Then, under the manipulation of the master, it turned into a cyan streamer and swept out.

The sword light was brilliant and dazzling.

It was as if the heavens and the earth had been eclipsed.

Yi Changqing sensed this sword aura, "Good sword." ”

Regardless of its power, in terms of the subtlety of this sword, it has almost reached the extreme of spiritual skills, and it is only half a step away from reaching the realm of Dao arts.

Able to cast this sword in the Soul Melting Realm.

It can be seen that Hui Ying's understanding of kendo is deep.

Maybe Yu Huiying's talent is not as good as Xiao Feng's innate sword bone, and even the sword of the Star Scar Sword Sect may be stronger than her if she pulls out any of them, but if it comes to understanding, I am afraid that Xiao Feng is not as good as her.

"I salute you for this sword!"

Yi Changqing smiled faintly.

The sword moved.

The rhyme of the way of the sword is pervasive, covering this world.

The sky and the earth all turned into the long sword in Yi Changqing's hand, and then condensed a ten-zhang sword shadow, turning into a silver-white streamer and hitting the flying immortal.

Silver-white sword light, Xuanqing sword light.

The two most brilliant and stunning sword lights in the Feather Spirit Realm struck each other.

The amazing rhyme of the sword spreads out.

The long swords in the entire holy land were emitting bursts of sword groans.

In the end, the sword light dissipated, and the Xuanqing sword light flew out upside down and fell into Yu Huiying's hands again, and at this time, Yu Huiying's face had returned to normal because the sword had evaporated the wine in her body just now.

But after seeing Yi Changqing's sword, she couldn't calm down for a long time, and from the sword just now, she almost saw the limit of what the spirit skill swordsmanship could reach, it was a sword that almost surpassed the spirit technique.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" Yu Huiying's eyes flashed.

"A pale yellow sword. ”

"Pale Huang ......" Yu Huiying muttered twice, and then laughed loudly: "What a pale yellow, to see this sword, this trip is not worthwhile!"

Yi Changqing touched his nose, glanced at the boiling Holy Land disciples, and said to Yu Huiying, "Let's change places first." ”

"Good. ”

Yu Huiying nodded, and her figure disappeared in place in a flash.

Yi Changqing also followed.

After a while, the two came to a mountain peak.

Unlike the other peaks in the Holy Land, this peak was covered in a layer of snow, and a chill enveloped it, causing the world to fall into a state of ice, and there was even goose feather snow in the sky.

"This place is the peak of the vicissitudes of the mountains. ”

Yi Changqing vaguely remembered the geographical pattern of the Holy Land.

The Cangming Sect evolved from the former Nanling Cangming Sword Sect, and the person in charge of this vein was the Holy Land Elder Xue Feixu.

Able to control a vein, Snow Flying Flotsam has a very high status in the Holy Land.

It can be said that it is second only to Yi Changqing.

and Qingyangzi, Ye Xun and a few others.

"Well, it's that guy Flicker's territory. Yu Huiying nodded, then walked under a big tree, and with a light movement of her sword qi, she dug out two jars of wine from the geography, "Hey, it's really hidden here." ”

"You're pretty familiar with her. ”

Yi Changqing smiled, then looked at the wine jar in the other party's hand and said, "Anyway, your wine is too good, this is drunk again." ”

Yu Huiying laughed: "In my life, I only have two hobbies, one is sword competition, and the other is the things in this cup. ”

She patted the wine jar in her hand, "And let me tell you, this wine is a unique wine of Feifu, even if others want to drink it, don't you have the opportunity, do you want to drink it? If you don't, I'll drink it all." ”

"Don't, give me an altar. ”

Yi Changqing moved his palm and grabbed a jar in the air.

It's cold to start, and I think it's been buried in the snow for a long time.

Take a sip, the cold wine almost freezes the blood in the body, and the cold is unstoppable, but then a warm wine breath swims in the body, dispersing the cold breath, like spring returning to the earth.

"Yes, Fei Fu still has such a unique skill. ”

"Hey, that's good. Yu Huiying smiled.

The two of them sat in the snow and drank, you take a sip and I take a sip, touch the wine jar from time to time, and the snow scene is a companion, but it is quite comfortable.

At this time, in the midst of the silver and white, two figures walked up.

It's Ye Xun and the snow flying.

Glancing at Yu Huiying, Xue Feixu said lightly: "Trespassing on the empty door, don't ask yourself, you still have me as the master in your eyes." ”

Yu Huiying sat up straight, looked at Xue Feixu and smiled: "Don't be so stingy, come, you can also drink two sips when it's cold." ”

She threw the jar to Snow Flooc.

Xue Feixu took it with one hand, "I practice cold swordsmanship, and the cold and cold are no better for me, and besides, the situation here is also because of me, you don't know, don't think about making excuses to prevaricate." ”

She cultivated here, and the charm of the cold sword path shrouded this mountain peak all year round, and over time, it became the current scene.

"He, he drank too. ”

Seeing that Xue Feixu was still pursuing it, Yu Huiying pointed to Yi Changqing next to her and said, Yi Changqing, who was drinking, had a stiff face and smiled.

Friend, you're really skilled.

"I've seen the Holy Lord. ”

The snow flew and Ye Xun saluted Yi Changqing slightly.

Yi Changqing waved his hand, "There is no one else here, you and I have known each other for a long time, so why do you need to be so polite, be casual." ”

Saying that, Yi Changqing pointed to the wine jar in his hand and smiled at Xue Feixu, "Speaking of Feixu, when did you learn to make wine." ”。

"It's not because someone loves to drink that they found a lot of brewing methods and didn't bother to do anything and threw them at me. Xue Feixu glanced at Yu Huiying next to her, and her tone was faint.

Yu Huiying touched her nose, a little embarrassed.