Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw a middle-aged male cultivator emerging from the deep and shallow demon haze, a pair of sharp eyes locked on him accurately.

Needless to say, this person was Xuanyuan Yihe, but I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly. Liu Qinghuan arrived as soon as he came out of the picture.

The two looked at each other from a distance of tens of feet, neither speaking nor moving, but the atmosphere gradually became tense.

The invisible pressure became stronger and stronger. Liu Qinghuan flicked his sleeves, and the dark blue robe on his body turned into silver white in an instant.

The Fusheng Sword flew out from the center of the eyebrow, and two sword intents were almost formed. One was as deep as the ink of the night, and the other was as clear as the green of the early morning. They entwined and chased each other, just like the endless cycle of Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish. It kept circling around his body, resisting the huge pressure from a god-transformation monk.

The insects hiding in the cracks in the rocks were as silent as cicadas. Their crawling and chirping sounds disappeared, and the entire abyss fell into a dead water-like silence.

The silent and fierce battle has begun, and the pressure like a mountain is pressing down heavily, as if Liu Qinghuan is going to be squeezed into a puddle of flesh!

It has always been extremely difficult to fight across steps. Each big step is like a high step. Those who cross it are born to stand on a high place and have the suppression of the same level.

Under such heavy pressure, Liu Qinghuan's legs were straight and her posture was as loose as a pine. Although there was sweat on her forehead, her expression was calm and indifferent, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

The two swords of life and death are becoming more and more powerful, and the speed of circling is as fast as a whirling hurricane, forming a sea of ​​ink and blue!

The sneer and contempt on Xuanyuan Yihe's lips gradually changed, and there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

"No wonder you dare to capture me, Sheshan. It turns out that I have little ability." Xuanyuan Yihe finally spoke with a sullen face: "But your Nascent Soul body wants to compete with me, because you think your life is too long!"

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes, a slight smile appeared on his face, and said slowly: "How will you know if you don't try it."

"good!"

Xuanyuan Yihe shouted loudly: "You dare to bully me, Sheshan, kill countless members of my clan, and destroy my mountain gate. This account will be settled today!"

He raised his hand and pointed, and a tiny ray of light flashed out from between his fingers, streaking across the sky like a meteor!

Liu Qinghuan's pupils shrank, he raised his right foot, his figure blurred slightly, and when he reappeared, he was dozens of feet away.

Looking back at the place where I was standing just now, I saw that the space was slightly distorted, and then exploded with a muffled sound, and long ropes of black air flying in all directions, drawing the nearby space into the air. There was a loud roar, as if it was about to collapse.

Lao Qinghuan's heart was awe-inspiring, and with one strike from the spirit form, the space was turbulent, as he expected.

Xuanyuan Yihe narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw that he had escaped without any damage from his angry thunderbolt move.

He did not take action immediately, but stared at Lao Qinghuan and said: "Tell me your origin, and I may be able to let you die more happily!"

Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "Being from the mountains is not worth mentioning. As for whether he will die or not, it is still uncertain."

Xuanyuan Yihe almost laughed angrily: "Since you want to die so much, how can I not help you!"

He raised his big palm and swung it as hard as a slap in the face. There was an explosion in the air, and several meteors suddenly appeared and shot out like a thunderous giant. Wherever it passes, long ridges are pulled out of the space, covered with wrinkles like torn paper.

Liu Qinghuan had no intention of dodge this time. He turned his wrist and a short sword, only one foot long, suddenly appeared. The boundless chill suddenly erupted, and those who lingered in the corners could not be dispersed. The demonic haze suddenly resembled the wind caught in a hook, maintaining an undulating shape, and crystal clear and dazzling frost quickly condensed within it.

Xuanyuan Yihe opened his eyes suddenly, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Wait, wait, what kind of sword is that in your hand!"

He was answered by slashing out with his sword, and he saw smoke pouring out from the sky. The originally unstable space made waves of "crash" sounds, and suddenly began to collapse in large areas!

Before the meteors and arrows arrived in an instant, they were annihilated one by one with the sudden space fragmentation, leaving behind a strange light that was as brilliant as fireworks.

Violent and chaotic spatial fluctuations exploded between the two of them, and the sweeping spatial turbulence caused both of them to fly back to avoid it.

Xuanyuan Yihe screamed: "Boy, what have you done!"

Liu Qinghuan's hand holding the dagger was already covered with a thin layer of frost, and she glanced down in surprise.

Naturally, the one in his hand is Tai Yi Shuang Ling Gu. Its main branch is as cold as frost and sharp as a sword. It is an earth-level elixir that grows one inch in a thousand years and becomes a plant in ten inches. It can cut through the void and break prisons. It has incredible magical powers.

Liu Qinghuan spent hundreds of years cultivating this elixir. In the past few months, he had watered it daily with the Qi of the green wood in the Songxi Cave Sky Map. Finally, he allowed it to grow to ten inches. The main branch automatically fell off, and it was a handful. The innate sword!

He couldn't help but gently wave the jagged wooden sword in his hand, and clouds of hazy cold mist overflowed from the sword, causing the surrounding space to faintly tremble.

Xuanyuan Yihe looked surprised, but Taiyi Shuang Linggu was a very high-grade elixir and extremely rare. The one in Liu Qinghuan's hand was brought from the Liao'e Cemetery in the Nine Nether Realm, relying on his own Qingmu Saint Only with the special characteristics of the body can it be cultivated until it reaches adulthood. Otherwise, its mere one inch growth over a thousand years would deter most monks.

So Xuanyuan Yihe had seen Taiyi Shuanglinggu again, and he didn't recognize him for a while. Of course, this did not prevent him from sensing the extraordinary nature of this sword.

Liu Qinghuan spoke slowly at this time: "I heard that because the space of the small world is too fragile, so although you god-transformation monks have the power to penetrate the sky, you dare not use your full strength in the small world, otherwise you will Cause space to collapse, am I wrong?"

Xuanyuan Yihe looked gloomy and snorted coldly when he heard this: "So what? If I want to kill you, why do I need to use all my strength? I only need to move my fingers."

"Haha." Liu Qinghuan chuckled: "I might as well tell you that this sword is an innate thing and has the ability to shatter the void. You saw it just now. Let's make a bet to see who can create a big sword faster. How about coming out of the space crack?"

Generally speaking, the real tearing of space is like that between Yun Mengze and Yin Yue Blood Realm. It is not an easy task. Once it is torn, it is even more difficult to repair it. But generally, the space fragmentation in a small area is only superficial. If you don't care about it, the space will slowly return to its original state.

However, small-scale fragmentation may also cause large-scale collapse, especially in areas with weak space. When a monk reaches the level of becoming a god, he has the ability to destroy the heaven and the earth. If he uses his hands and feet without leaving any room, it is very likely to cause such a large-scale collapse.

This is also the reason why the god-transformation monk in the small world will ascend, because the small world can no longer accommodate him, and heaven will lead him to the big world above.

"Oh, by the way, this place is the Insect Abyss." Liu Qinghuan seemed to suddenly remember, and said: "It is said that this place was once opened by the Zhi tribe to lead to the Insect Realm. Do you think our fight will be so coincidental? How about opening the insect world?"

It was a coincidence that Liu Qinghuan's puppet chose to hide in Zongyuan by chance, which inadvertently made Tai Yi Shuang Ling Gu's threat even more serious.

Xuanyuan Yihe's expression couldn't help but change a few times. If the space barrier connecting the insect world was really opened, it would be a huge disaster for the entire interface of the Yin Yue Blood Realm.

He gritted his teeth and said: "It turns out that you had this idea, Jian Ran has the heart of a jackal and a fox!"