Fu Qiu Leng unsheathed his sword without any hesitation, and rushed forward with great strides. The Dao Dharma was above the sword's mist, and the cold light was fierce.

On the other side of Daping, Wei Yuan was still standing there with one hand on the hilt of the sword, as if he was not prepared for the fierce Fu Qiulen.

When Fu Qiu Leng ran to the front of him, the tiger jumped up and the sword in his hand suddenly slashed, Wei Yuan turned slightly and easily avoided the sword he had cut down, then bent his knees and bounced his legs, and thrust it on the opponent's lower abdomen with a fast speed, and pulled the little master of Taolin away.

"What?"

Fu Qiu, who was kicked away by a kick, looked up at Wei Yuan in a shocked look, "You are indeed very powerful, but this is what I am looking forward to!"

As he finished speaking, Fu Qiu Leng waved his sleeves and filled eleven three-inch flying swords again flew out, whistling towards Wei Yuan's death holes.

Looking at the flying swords, Wei Yuan sighed helplessly, and then said lightly, "It's just a mess!"

As he said that, Wei Yuan raised his hand and a little bit his eyebrows, and in an instant, a light flashed on the Fengyuping.

A hundred sword energy roared out from his eyebrows, sweeping like a swarm of bees, and golden light shone everywhere.

The sword energy of the Dao Slaying is the only one that Wei Yuan can possess in the entire world. But since the Taolin ancestor had already seen through his identity, he would no longer have to hide it. Since Fu Qiu Leng was created by him, let her take a closer look at how big the gap between this imitation and the real sword energy of the Dao Slaying! When she saw the sword energy of the Dao Slaying, Fu Qiu Leng and the sword slave instantly widened their eyes, and the hundred sword energy of the Dao Slaying came like clouds covering the sky, with a momentum like rainbows.

"This... this is the rumored sword energy of the Dao-slaying!"

The light in the sword slave's eyes surged. Wei Yuan's swordsmanship talent was indeed beyond his imagination. Not to mention anything else, just the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao is probably enough to be extraordinary on the road of swordsmanship.

Fu Qiu Leng's eyes could not be concealed with the horror. He originally thought that the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao was just a magic weapon, but he didn't expect it to be a sword technique! What shocked her even more was that the sharp aura contained in the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao Slaying Dao was incomparable to the sharp aura that could cut everything. Even if his eleven flying swords were from the hands of the craftsman, they could not match it at all.

The next moment, a series of gold and iron symphony sounds were endless. When all the dust settled, all eleven flying swords collapsed, but the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Sword was still astonished towards Fu Qiu Leng who had already been stunned.

"How is this... possible!"

Fu Qiu Leng didn't expect that there was such a huge gap between him and Wei Yuan. He was stunned for a moment and had long forgotten to dodge and resist.

"die!"

The word "death" blurted out, and the sword energy flocked to it.

"Not good! Be careful!"

At the moment of life and death, the sword slave finally recovered and appeared in front of Fu Qiu Leng in a flash. He raised his hand and gently pressed it. The Taoist Technique gathered and condensed into a solid shield. More than a hundred sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao continued, and one after another, rushing on the shield, and a large roar came.

When the sword slave took action, the outcome was naturally self-evident. Wei Yuan did not continue. With a big sleeve, all the sword energy suddenly escaped back to the sea of ​​Qi in the middle of his eyebrows, and Fengyuping finally returned to peace.

Just a Fuqiu Leng, let alone Wei Yuan has already reached the peak of Zhaoshen, even if he is only in the Zhaoshen realm, he can defeat Dan Taiyuan and Sikong Duoyue one after another, but she is not able to compete with the Taolin master in Zhaoshen realm.

After a competition, Wei Yuan didn't even pull out his sword. He pressed his hand on the hilt of the Ruziniu Sword, looking at Fu Qiu Leng, who had already had a dull look at him, and said lightly, "You lost."

Jiannu hurriedly bowed slightly to Wei Yuan, "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for showing mercy."

It was indeed his subordinates who showed mercy. According to rumors, Wei Yuan had no less than three thousand sword energy. Now he was only driving a hundred ways to meet the enemy. If all three thousand sword energy was released, he would probably be cut into pieces and killed without waiting for the sword slave to rescue him. The moment Fu Qiu Leng rushed out for the first time.

Wei Yuan was not a fool. Even if the ancestor Fuqiu knew his identity and did not attack him, Wei Yuan was not so arrogant that he wanted to break the little master Fuqiu in the Taolin.

Although Fu Qiu Leng had just said that even if she died in battle, Taolin would not make things difficult for Wei Yuan, but don’t forget that Fu Qiu Leng is not the master of Taolin, and she is not even considered a mountain master. This Taolin is not the final decision.

Jiannu turned around and looked at Fu Qiu Leng, and whispered, "Mr. Leng, why don't you go back and rest first. Under the entrusted by the ancestors, I have some things to talk to Mr. Wei."

Hearing this, Fu Qiu Leng finally came to his senses and looked at Jian Nu like he was, then his eyes passed by him and turned to Wei Yuan in the distance.

After looking at the two of them, she lowered her head and thought for a moment, and finally turned around and walked out of Fengyuping without saying a word.

Looking at Fu Qiu Leng's back as he left, Jiannu walked to Wei Yuan and smiled helplessly, "The Leng Xiaozhu has been very competitive since he was a child. In the past, if she lost to someone, then for a long time, she would hone herself in the most difficult way, just to win in the next competition, and even often I feel sorry for watching it."

"I am afraid that Master Leng will be completely discouraged when he loses to you today."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Disappy?"

Why?"

Jiannu looked at Wei Yuan with a strange expression, and then smiled helplessly, "Because your swordsmanship is too high, so high that no matter how much she tortures herself, it is unlikely that she can reach it. How can this not make her feel discouraged?"

Hearing this sentence, Wei Yuan chuckled, "If it's just because of this, then I'll look down on her completely."

Jiannu was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence, and smiled, "Yes, this is just my guess. Can you please help me to become stronger because of this stimulation?"

"Okay, let's not talk about anything, what exactly do you ancestors want to say?"

Wei Yuan interrupted the topic and asked in a flash.

When the sword slave heard this, he took a breath and slowly exhaled it. Then he answered, "Old ancestor asked me to tell you that there is something in that secret realm of the Heavens. If you can get it, it will be yours."

"What?"

"A scabbard, a scabbard called Qingguo!"

Hearing this, Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, "Shaped?

A magic weapon?"

Jiannu nodded slightly.

"Is it a very powerful magic weapon?"

Wei Yuan asked again.

"It depends on who is using it."

The sword slave chuckled.
Chapter completed!