Leng Yun, as his name suggests, has a very cold temperament.

But this person's reputation in Qinzhou is excellent, because although this person is indifferent, he will do what he says, and he is a person who values his promises and affection.

If you promise something, you will do it even if you forget to die.

Just as he came to challenge Yi Changqing today.

Years ago, in a decisive battle, his sword was cut off, and he later found the Divine Weapon Pavilion to reforge his sword.

The Divine Weapon Pavilion not only reforged his sword, but also raised it to the level of a top-notch spirit weapon, without saying that even a single spirit stone would not be accepted.

He understands that the other party wants to ask him for a personal favor.

He agreed.

So today, the Divine Weapon Pavilion and Yi Changqing are fighting.

He came for the other party for a while, Yi Changqing.

Speaking of Yi Changqing, he is no stranger to this name, after all, this person is the most popular swordsman in the past few years, as a swordsman, he is also looking forward to fighting with each other and talking about kendo.

It's just that I didn't expect to become an enemy when we met for the first time.

Leng Yun didn't think too much about it.

The blade of the sword in his hand was deflected, and the surrounding frost and snow wrapped in this sky-filled sword pressed towards Yi Changqing, at this time, these beautiful frost and snow seemed to turn into sharp blades, containing sword qi that was enough to tear apart gold and iron.

There are thousands of frost and snow, which means that there are thousands of sword energy!

Thousands of sword qi shot out from all directions.

With just this move, Yi Changqing had roughly judged the level of the opponent's strength, and the limit of the Heavenly Spirit was at least not weaker than Ye Longji.

Ranking it as six of the top ten swordsmen in Qinzhou is a bit underestimated.

Maybe it's because the opponent's record is not high.

But unfortunately, the person he challenged today was Yi Changqing.

Frost and snow are coming.

Yi Changqing's sword pressure circulated, guarding the surrounding area, and a large amount of sword qi fell within a zhang around it, making a sonorous sound.

Thousands of sword qi, none of them can break through this short zhang.

After a few breaths.

A thick layer of snow had accumulated around Yi Changqing.

"Is that all there is to your sword qi?"

Yi Changqing said lightly.

The faces of the people watching the battle from a distance changed and they were extremely solemn.

"This gap is too big. ”

"No matter how Leng Yun said, he is also one of the top ten swordsmen in Qinzhou, but his sword qi has never been able to break through Yi Changqing's sword pressure, and the other party is standing there and letting him do it, but it is useless, terrifying ......"

"Yi Changqing, this is the Sword Sect's sword envoy. ”

"The Three Great Sword Venerables, that's just it. ”

"Tsk, it's a little scary. ”

Leng Yun's eyebrows frowned slightly.

He thought that he was not Yi Changqing's opponent, but this development was indeed unexpected, he didn't expect the other party to be so strong.

His sword qi couldn't hurt the other party.

"Ice Ling Snow Crystal!"

The long sword in Leng Yun's hand was raised high, and the sword pressure climbed to the extreme.

A chill spread like a storm.

Thousands of miles in circumference, they were all shrouded by this sword pressure.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were frosty, the earth was frozen into ice, the mountains, rivers and plants turned into ice sculptures, and as far as the eye could see, the sky and the earth were white.

The chill flowed wildly in the void, converging on the blade of the sword in Leng Yun's hand, and a huge ice crystal long sword soared into the air!

Around the Ice Crystal Giant Sword, there were countless fine Xiaoice crystals circulating.

The sword slashed out, and the heavens and the earth were shaken.

The sword of ice crystals was wrapped in a majestic storm and faced Yi Changqing.

Before the sword arrived, the cold sword pressure made him feel a little cold.

"This sword...... Fair. ”

The Dao Rhyme contained in Leng Yun's sword has reached the seventh layer.

That is, the level of the Sword Venerable.

But the spiritual power is still a little lacking, but as long as you don't die, I believe that it won't be long before there will be another Sword Venerable in Qinzhou. Ranwen

Yi Changqing's sword fingers condensed, and his sword qi moved.

A little red light erupted in the fingertips.

The crimson sword light slashed towards the sword qi suddenly, and suddenly, the crimson sword light broke through the ice and the wind, shattering the huge ice crystal sword.

The sword light fell on Leng Yun.

With a bang, the cold cloud flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

With just one sword, he was defeated.

And this sword once again refreshed everyone's perception of Yi Changqing's strength, and they were stunned one by one, and they felt chills all over their bodies.

Leng Yun, the sixth of the top ten swordsmen.

The battle power that erupted was close to Jian Zun.

But in Yi Changqing's hands, he still couldn't take a sword.

What kind of strength is that?

"What is the fourth of the top ten swordsmen, and what is the first swordsman under the Sword Venerable, they are all fake, Yi Changqing, it should be on the same level as the Sword Venerable!!"

"Yes, this strength is definitely at the level of Sword Venerable. ”

"Well, horrible fellow. ”

"But then again, without such strength, how could he have the confidence to start a war with the Divine Weapon Pavilion? ”

"Also, the masters in the Divine Weapon Pavilion are like clouds, and Ouyang Jinhong, the master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, is also a strong man at the Venerable level, plus that peerless spiritual weapon, even if it is also a strong person of the Venerable, it is difficult to defeat. ”

"I'm looking forward to his fight with the Divine Weapon Pavilion more and more. ”

Leng Yun, who was blasted away by a sword, was not dead.

He stood on the ground with a long sword, half-kneeling on the ground, his robe as white as snow had long been stained red with blood, and his body was covered with sword marks.

Stopping the blood, Leng Yun sealed the wound with sword qi ice.

Covered in cold and blood.

"I didn't expect the gap to be so big. ”

Leng Yun smiled bitterly.

One sword, one sword and defeat.

It's been a long time since he's tried to lose, let alone lose so neatly and so completely......

Yi Changqing flicked his sleeves for a while, and the wind and snow in front of him swept away.

He retracted his sword qi and slowly walked past Leng Yun.

"You're still too weak. ”

"Come to me when you become a Sword Venerable. ”

Yi Changqing's indifferent words echoed in the cold clouds.

He took a deep breath and slowly got up.

"Yi Changqing, I will go to you again. ”

And Yi Changqing didn't know if he heard it, so he walked straight ahead without looking back, and disappeared from everyone's field of vision in the blink of an eye.

Leng Yun smiled on his face and dragged his injured body away.

The favor has been returned, and he is no longer in the way.

It's also time to start preparing to break through the Sword Venerable.

Looking at Leng Yun's departing back, some people's eyes flashed with an obscure light, this is Leng Yun, one of the top ten swordsmen in Qinzhou, I don't know how many treasures there are on his body, not to mention the others, just that famous sword Snow Maniac is already priceless, and Qinzhou is rare......

If it were normal, everyone would not have any thoughts.

But now it's different.

Leng Yun was seriously injured, and his strength was definitely not as good as before......

Thinking of this, some figures flashed and chased after Leng Yun.

In the crowd, a sect master belonging to the sect of the Divine Weapon Pavilion sneered, "It's really stupid, a hungry camel is bigger than a horse, even if Leng Yun is seriously injured, it is definitely not a ...... that some young people can covet."

"If these people want to die, let them go. ”

After the battle with Leng Yun, Yi Changqing continued to advance towards the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

Soon, the seven-day battle period had arrived.

In the Divine Weapon Pavilion, a group of warriors were waiting for each other, and the light of various spiritual weapons flickered, staring at the mountain gate, just waiting for one person to come.

In front of the golden hall on the top of the mountain, Ouyang Jinhong was also full of solemnity.

He had a hunch that the battle would be severe.

A few days ago, the news that Leng Yun was defeated by a sword had been reported back to the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Yi Changqing's strength was a little beyond his expectations, even if he held the Peerless Spirit Weapon in his hand, he didn't dare to say that he could defeat the other party.