The fairy boat is too bitter, I am domineering in Teyvat

For Yan Qing's attack, the Demon Yin Body Refiner did not fight back.

The powerful force emanating from his body seemed to silently tell everyone that the attack in front of him was nothing more than a trivial provocation to him.

His gaze was fixed on the mirror, and his arms slowly rose, as dignified as iron and stone.

The heavy armor refracted a cold glow in the sunlight, like a suppressed light in the darkness.

"Buzz!"

At this time, when the sword shadow came, an invisible shield appeared around the refiner's body.

The sharp sword qi and huge impact brought by the flying sword, the moment it touched the shield, it was dissolved one by one, as if rushing into the boundless abyss, without stirring up any waves.

Seeing this, Yan Qing's face changed slightly.

He knew what a formidable opponent he was up against.

Six flying swords surrounded Yan Qing, the tips of the swords trembling, and it seemed that they would attack again at any time.

But at this time, Yan Qing knew that relying on the power of this flying sword alone would not be able to shake the Demon Yin Body Refiner in front of him.

"Looking ahead, the strength is weak. "

Looking at the mirror flow of this scene, his tone was disappointed, and he shook his head lightly: "Where is your self-confidence." "

Hearing the slide of the mirror stream, Yan Qing's face was ugly, and he waved his hand again, and under the explosion of the power of the patrol fate, the cold temperature emerged.

A terrifying ice power appeared on each of Yan Qing's flying swords, and it directly roared and landed on the body of the Demon Yin Body Refiner, instantly freezing the Demon Yin Body Refiner.

"Boom!"

One after another sword light roared, constantly impacting the Demon Yin Body Refiner.

"Click, click!"

The sound of shattering sounded, and the frozen Demon Yin Body Refiner quickly melted the ice on his body, and his body was unscathed.

At this scene, Yan Qing's face was ugly, couldn't he even deal with this refiner?

"There's no way, that's all I have to say. "

Thinking of this, Yan Qing's eyes were firm.

In the depths of Yanqing's heart, an unprecedented determination rose.

He knew that the Demon Yin Body Refiner in front of him was far beyond the reach of ordinary people, and at this moment, he could only use his most secret mastery, Ten Thousand Swords Heaven.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing's gesture changed rapidly, like a beating flame, and every time he waved his hand, there was a condensation of sword intent.

Suddenly, the momentum of his whole person began to change drastically, and an unprecedented sharp light flowed out of his eyes, as if even the air around him was frozen at this moment.

The chill spread from the tip of his sword to the entire battlefield, and the temperature plummeted, enveloping every corner of the battlefield in a faint frost mist.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

As Yan Qing's voice sounded, the color of heaven and earth changed.

From Yan Qing's back, countless swords made of ice emerged, each emitting a deep blue light, and these rays of light intertwined into a huge net in the darkness, covering the entire heavenly dome.

Then, Yan Qing raised his hand and pointed at it, and all the ice swords were like bullets that obeyed the summons of 293, with irresistible strength and a biting cold, pouring down towards the Demon Yin Body Refiner.

The whole world seemed to stand still at this moment, only those ice swords that roared down seemed to weave into a galaxy, bright and deadly.

"Boom, boom!", a rain of swords surged, and the ground around the Demon Yin Body Refiner was hit by an ice sword, piercing into it, like ice crystal flowers growing on the cold grassland.

Every sword that fell, it carried a force that was enough to break the stone and break the gold, and even the air seemed to be torn apart in this violent sword aura.

The whole scene was shocked to the extreme, and Yan Qing's originally calm face became excited with the flying of each ice sword.

He knew it was a show of all his strength, and it could be the last wildness

At this moment, Yanqing is like a monarch who controls the cold world, and he is the only one.

"That's good. "

Watching Yan Qing perform such a move, Lin Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.

This ability, when you have enough influence points, you must also copy it as soon as possible.

Not to mention that this ability is handsome, and it is also powerful.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the Demon Yin Body Refiner was unable to resist at all in the face of this blow.

When he wanted to resist, he was frozen in place by a strong force, unable to move, and could only withstand this terrifying attack alive.

The sword shadows in the sky appeared, causing the Demon Yin Body Refiner to roar and roar, and even wounds appeared on his body.

But only wounds.

"How so?!"

Seeing that the Demon Yin Body Refiner had not fallen at all, Yan Qing's complexion changed drastically.

How so.

With this move, can't you even kill this Demon Yin Body Refiner in seconds?

"It's my turn. "

Yan Qing's look of consternation had not yet receded, like the dawn before dawn, quiet and tense, and the mirror who witnessed all this spoke calmly.

When Jingliu calmly spoke, a sword appeared in his hand at some point.

In the silence of this moment, Jingliu slowly raised his head, his eyes were like candles, and through the smoke and chaos of the battlefield, he looked at the Demon Yin Body Refiner who had not fallen.

"If you want to be like this, the sword will not return, and you will be killed with one blow. "

"Jing Yuan taught you to kill evil things, did he teach you to deal with the Xianzhou people who fell into the demon yin body?"

"The answer is, there is no difference, a sword pierces the Dan intestine and cuts off its life. "

"Snort. "

There was a soft sound, and it seemed to be a signal that the axis of time was subtly pulled.

The sword of Jingliu was not dazzling, but there was a kind of edge that could not be seen directly, as if it carried the supreme moment, and it was extremely tight.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and an extremely cold sword qi began to spread out from the sword body, turning into strips of light as thin as spider silk, and scattered in all directions.

Before the sword qi arrived, the edge went first, and the breath between heaven and earth was stagnant, and even the ashes around it seemed to be still, and time seemed to be frozen for it.

"Zheng!"

Unlike all the whispers in the world, this sword groan, like a declaration of the beginning of heaven and earth, announces the beginning and end of everything.

The sword dance of Jingliu is not complicated, without flowers and decorations, simple to the extreme, but it seems to be simple and simple, showing the purest meaning of killing.

The sword loomed, as if it was integrated with the space, with an invisible rhythm in the attack, as if every time the tip of the sword trembled, it was synchronized with the pulse of the universe.

The blade of the sword slashed, bringing up an extremely brilliant brilliance, not dazzling, but clear, as if you could see the thousands of sword intents contained in it, and the surging sword sea hidden under the calm.

In front of this supreme sword qi, the powerful Demon Yin Body Refiner could only resist.

But in the face of Mirror Stream's peerless swordsmanship, all defenses seemed so fragile.

Before the sword light arrived, the body of the refiner had already begun to appear with subtle cracks, as if it was tightly crushed by an invisible force.

"Woohoo!"

Finally, with an extremely thin sound of breaking through the air, Jingliu's sword pierced through everything.

In that moment, the air seemed to condense, and time and space resonated under that sword.

A trace of disbelief flashed in the eyes of the Demon Yin Body Refiner, and the sword light penetrated through his body, as if the ties with all the ties in this world were broken at this moment.

In an instant, the evil and power of the body turned into ethereal dust and disappeared with the wind.

The terrifying blow of Jingliu not only killed an existence, but also froze an eternal moment.

Yan Qing looked at it in shock.

Although the Demon Yin Body Refiner had been slain, and now everything around him had returned to calm, Yan Qing couldn't ignore the sharp sword intent that remained in the air and the sword qi rift that lay across the ground.

At this time, the mirror flow slowly retracted the sword, and the sword returned to the sheath, as if all terror had never happened.

But the corpse of the Demon Yin Body Refiner that had fallen proved the horror and brilliance of this sword.

"This sword. "

Lin Mo, who had been paying attention to the sword of Jingliu, instantly thought of a swordsmanship that came to his mind.

I copied the swordsmanship of the mirror stream for thousands of years, and one of the moves was exactly the same as this one!

But if you use it yourself, then it is impossible to create such power.

The power he has still can't be stacked on the sword.

When Lin Mo thought so, and Yan Qing was shocked, Jing Liu, who was standing with his hands in his hands, said calmly: "Your sword just now is not so disappointing. "

"I, I lost. "

Hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing was silent.

The fist clenched, but eventually let go, lowered his head, and his tone was full of frustration.

"Lost?" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

Hearing Yan Qing's words, Jing Liu, who was facing away from Yan Qing, said calmly: "The competition is not over yet, because my last sword has not had time to be stabbed, and there is no opponent on the field. "

As Jingliu spoke, an extremely cold killing intent permeated, instantly enveloping Yan Qing, making Yan Qing's complexion change drastically.

What do you mean by this?

However, thinking of Jingliu's words, Jingliu's tone just now was full of disrespect for the emperor's command, and Yanqing's face was solemn: "You." "

"With your strength, even if you encounter a blade, (bcaj) is just a dead end. "

Jingliu turned around, looked at Yan Qing and said calmly: "Compared to dying overnight, I will give you a more decent choice - after witnessing my tempered sword, die as a swordsman." "

As soon as the words fell, a cold killing intent instantly diffused from Jingliu's body, enveloping Yanqing.

Under this cold killing intent, Yan Qing only felt as if he was in the middle of a cold winter wax moon, and his blood was almost frozen.

He could feel that there was not only arrogance in Jingliu's words, but also an irresistible force.

This is not only a kind of suppression of strength, but also a mental crushing.

At this moment, Jingliu's body suddenly moved, and it rose into the air, like an arrow from a string pointing straight into the sky.

Between the flickering of the sword light, her figure seemed to split into countless phantoms, each with an irresistible edge.

Yan Qing's face changed greatly, his heartbeat accelerated at this moment, he knew that what Jingliu was about to launch would be a real killer blow.

The mirror stream drew a perfect arc in the air, and the sword in his hand turned into a brilliant light, slashing towards Yanqing.

This sword contains all the sharpness and speed between heaven and earth, as if even fate has to change the trajectory for it. []

Yan Qing swung his sword with all his might, and the terrifying patrol fate burst out from his body, instantly covering Yan Qing's sword, making Yan Qing's swordsmanship reach the extreme.

But in front of this terrifying sword light, it still seemed so insufficient.

"Block it!"

Yan Qing's complexion changed drastically, and he tried his best to pour into the sword, casting ten thousand swords.

In an instant, Yan Qing's sword intent reached an unprecedented height, and his sword met the attack of the mirror stream.

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the heavens and the earth, and the sword light was shining.

The overwhelming energy swept in all directions, and the deafening roar continued to sound.

I don't know how long it took before the dust around me slowly dissipated.

I saw that although Yanqing successfully blocked this sword, the huge anti-shock force made his whole body tremble violently.

He only felt that every bone of his body groaned under the sword, and the strength of his whole body receded like a tide, and his face was as pale as paper.

Looking at the mirror stream that disappeared into the sky, Yanqing breathed a weak sigh of relief.

This woman, let's go.

This means, it's over.

The swordsmanship displayed by this woman completely shocked Yanqing.

Who the hell is it, and can also talk about generals.

As soon as he thought like this, Yanqing, who was relieved, suddenly noticed something, and turned his head with a drastic change in his face.

I saw that Jingliu's figure appeared by Lin Mo's side in an instant like a phantom, her sword looming, with a resolute and ruthless edge.

Lin Mo, who was looking at it with emotion, his pupils instantly contracted sharply, and his complexion changed from emotion to solemnity, and even a little incredulous.

Without warning, Mirror Stream's sword seemed to contain the power of the storm, slashing furiously and mercilessly.

Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be split in two, making a piercing tearing sound.

"Knock !!"

The sudden situation made Lin Mo's face change greatly.

This woman is so dignified and dignified what to do to herself.

Lin Mo knew that the power of this sword was far from ordinary, and he had no way to avoid it, so he could only resist hard.

"Zheng!" With a crisp sound, the sword in Lin Mo's hand shone with dazzling brilliance at this moment, and the hunting fate was mobilized by Lin Mo, and the vast aura poured into the sword, instantly meeting it.

"Boom!"

The sword light and the sword shadow are intertwined.

In an instant, Lin Mo's sword met this terrifying blow.

Heaven and earth seem to tremble, and the light and shadow are intricate, forming a picture of life and death.

The sword light was like a waterfall, and the energy fluctuations tore through the sky, and for a while, the sword shadow was entangled with the sword light, and a dazzling light erupted, which was dazzling.

The aftermath of the impact surrounded the surroundings, and the space between Lin Mo and Jingliu seemed to become a vacuum, and the continuous roar made everything around him seem insignificant.

Dust and rubble flew in this force, like a scene of the end of the world.

"Yes, go on. "

In the next second, Jingliu's calm voice was accompanied by the gentle trembling of the tip of the sword, echoing in the wind.

Her sword swung out again, without half a murderous aura, but with precision and rhythm that Lin Mo had to take seriously.

At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly found that the power of the mirror flow had decreased.

You can clearly feel almost every bit of strength on the opponent's sword, and the precise and delicate swordsmanship of Jingliu.

Lin Mo subconsciously immediately used the swordsmanship he had copied from the mirror stream before.

The sword in his hand danced with sharp sword light, which was the technique he copied from Jingliu's body.

The action is gorgeous and practical, each sword is solid and precise,

"Dangdang!"

The tips of the swords clashed, sparkling like the brightest stars in the night sky.

On the stage where swords and lights are intertwined, the figures of Lin Mo and Jingliu rise and fall, like double dragons playing in the water, fierce and wonderful.

"Not bad. "

Jing Liu, who came out of the sword, showed a trace of emotion in her eyes, she didn't expect Lin Mo to be able to comprehend and use her sword technique so quickly, and for a while, Jing Liu's heart became more and more interested.

And Lin Mo looked at the panel that emerged, and his eyelids twitched violently.

[Your swordsmanship has aroused the interest of others and gained 250 influence.] 】

Sure enough, Jingliu shot at himself because of the swordsmanship he had shown before.

Copy the swordsmanship of the mirror stream!

"Bang bang bang!"

At this time, in the collision between Jian Feng and Jian Feng, neither of them used True Qi or other powers at this time, and the pure sword skills made this battle even more pure and charming.

Every time Lin Mo attacked, he reached the level of Jingliu, and Jingliu kept changing tricks, as if trying to guide Lin Mo to a deeper understanding.

However, after continuing for a while, Jingliu found that he didn't need to guide himself at all.

When Jingliu and Lin Mo were fighting, Yanqing next to him frowned.

This woman is testing Lin Mo's swordsmanship?

Thinking that this woman was completely different from herself, Yanqing's eyelids jumped even more.

"Very nice. "

At this time, the sword shadow gradually eased, and the movements of the two began to become smooth, as if a tacit dance, and the mirror flow retreated gracefully.

"Whew. "

At this time, sweat soaked Lin Mo's clothes, making Lin Mo's breathing gradually become tight.

Lin Mo only felt some soreness all over his body.

"Interested in being my disciple?"

In the next second, Jingliu bowed slightly, as if to imply that Lin Mo had passed her test.

Lin Mo: "????"

Lin Mo: "!!!"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo suddenly gasped in his heart.

What the hell, to be a disciple of the mirror stream?

Isn't his identity the same generation as Jing Yuan? .