BTTH:The Rebirth of Liu Xi

"In the first battle, Tang Ying and Han Li remained, and the rest retreated to the side."

The middle-aged elder shouted in a deep voice and immediately retreated first. Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan, Wang Chen and the others also retreated to the side.

Tang Ying was wearing a black shirt, with a blue sword on his back. His expression was cold and solemn. His eyes flashed, his killing intent sharply increased, and he calmly said:

"If you don't want to be hurt, just do it. Admit defeat. You are no match for me."

Opposite Tang Ying stood Han Li, wearing a green shirt, with a rather ordinary face and a particularly determined expression. He frowned slightly, looking at Tang Ying with sharp edges.

He sighed softly, but his voice was still completely calm, and he said:

"We've been here for a long time. We can't give up so easily. We still have one or two moves to survive. Please be merciful, Master Tang."

Tang Ying raised his hand and made a movement, and the blue sword behind him flew out of its sheath with a ringing sound, and then floated next to Tang Ying out of thin air.

Tang Ying straightened up like a sword, raised his sword fingers, pointed them diagonally downwards, and said in a deep voice:

"A sword is an evil weapon. There is no mercy when the evil sword is drawn. If you cannot match the sword in my hand, it is best to surrender as soon as possible."

"You have to try it to find out…"

Han Li clasped his hands together and spread fighting energy throughout his body. Suddenly, a powerful pulse erupted, and he shouted, "A body of green wood!"

In an instant, Han Li's skin quickly changed, the color gradually changing from yellow to pale green, and gray and black spots appeared all over it.

There was a strong sense of vitality throughout his entire body, and an unusually heavy feeling, as if an ancient tree was gaining a spirit.

Seeing Han Li's abnormality, Tang Ying's expression did not change at all. The finger holding the sword in his hand pierced through the void and said coldly:

"Then I will help you, prepare to attack!

The sword is like the wind, and the strength is like lightning, go!"

The blue sword hovering next to Tang Ying trembled slightly and immediately turned into a sharp sword shadow. The air seemed to be torn apart, but it did not make a sound.

The sword shadow instantly flew in front of Han Li, carrying sharp sword energy, raising a fierce wind, and fiercely pierced Han Li's chest.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and shouted angrily. He extended his blue palm like a claw and grabbed the sword shadow. Suddenly, a terrible scratching sound was heard.

At the same time, Han Li quickly retreated with his feet to resist the powerful force emanating from the sword body.

The sharp sword shadow gradually lost its original speed and power. When it pierced Han Li, it was unable to penetrate his body.

Tang Ying's thoughts shifted, and then the sword moved along with his heart. It trembled violently and was torn from Han Li's hands, and another eerie scraping sound was heard.

Han Li's hands were slightly trembling, and there were several very deep marks on his green palms. It was obvious that Han Li, who had taken the sword, was not as relaxed as he seemed at first glance.

Han Li had a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice:

"What a sharp sword!"

The fingers of the sword in Tang Ying's hand changed, and he calmly said:

"If you want to fight me, this level of defense will not be able to stop my sword!"

The sword immediately traced an arc in the air, and after completing its accumulation of power, it pierced Han Li's weak defense once more.

For a moment, the flying sword was like a butterfly flying through flowers, surrounding Han Li's body and attacking continuously. The sword's shadows were dazzling.

Han Li's robe was torn to shreds, sparks flew from his naked blue body, and the sharp blade of the sword left crisscrossing white marks on him.

Lu Xi straightened up and watched the duel with interest. It could be said that the strength of the two of them meant nothing to him now.

However, Tang Ying's sword control skills were truly excellent, and Wangjiangge's sword control skills with Qi were truly unique.

A flying sword would cut off a person's head from thousands of miles away. This could also be called a kind of romance that belonged to men.

Lu Xi had also practiced swordsmanship in the past, but he could not find the inherited martial skills of a higher level. Gradually, this swordsmanship could not meet Liu Xi's needs, and he finally gave up and began to play with fire.

As for Tang Ying's opponent, Han Li's blue-green skin, as expected, was a body training technique that could hone the physical body.

A powerful physical body tempered by the martial spirit of the wooden attributes, possessing extremely powerful defensive and self-healing abilities, as well as very powerful continuous combat capabilities.

The battle quickly intensified. Tang Ying, who had tested the limits of Han Li's defense, raised his hand to recall the blue sword with the blade facing upwards standing above Tang Ying's head.

He spread his arms, and powerful combat energy surged into the sword body. Suddenly, a terrifying sword energy exploded, and the illusory sword shadows between the form and the formless forms condensed and took shape.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Like a peacock with its tail spread out, endless layers of sword shadows appeared behind Tang Ying and scattered like machine guns in an instant.

Han Li's face was as green as a dry tree, his expression did not change, but his constricted pupils revealed his inner turmoil.

"The sword shadow is too thick, it is impossible to avoid, so I have to resist…"

Cross your arms, place them in front of your chest, and step forward with one foot to lunge. A layer of shining green light is released, as if a layer of shield is being laid out in front of you.

The sword light flashed, instantly covering Han Li's surroundings, surrounded by a green glow. Sword energy spread in all directions.

Even outside the courtyard, you can feel the sharpness of the sword energy. Any sword energy is enough to seriously injure a three-star or lower level Dou Huang, and even a lower level Emperor Dou will be killed if touched.

"This fierce sword energy is one of the famous skills of the Wanjiang Pavilion, Wanjiang Guizong."

"As expected of a genius disciple of Wanjiang Pavilion, even though they are both in the Douhuang Realm, the difference in strength is so huge."

"..."

Looking at the intersecting layers of sword shadows, Liu Xi admired from the bottom of his heart:

"Wanjiangge's tricks are truly extraordinary. This magnificent and deadly layer of sword shadows is rare among people of the same level."

Moreover, this martial skill is quite beautiful. Whether you are strong or not is a temporary matter, but whether you are beautiful or not is a matter of a lifetime.

A rare kind smile appeared on Mr. Jian's cold and stern face. He was very satisfied with Tang Ying's performance and modestly said:

"This child is still far away. Wanjian Guizong is divided into three levels: Hundred Swords, Thousand Swords, and Ten Thousand Swords. Each level is an obstacle. This child can only reach the Three Thousand Swords level."

When Venerable Huangquan heard this, he couldn't help but interject:

"Wanjian Guizong is really strong and consumes a lot of combat energy. The next game will be difficult, difficult, difficult..."

"It's better than you. Wang Chen's opponent is Mu Qingluan, a member of the Tianluan Clan. Huangquan Pavilion is waiting to continue to stay below."

Master Jian's expression turned cold, and his words were sharp as a sword, piercing Master Huang Quan's mortal pain point.

"Snort..."

Lord Huang Quan snorted, and then sneered in his heart. Mu Qingluan really wasn't weak, if he used this move, he would have a chance...

About three to four minutes later, the crisscrossing sword shadows dispersed layer by layer. One of the blue swords was put back into its sheath behind Tang Ying.

Tang Ying's cold expression remained unchanged, but his slightly rapid breathing showed that his fighting energy had been greatly expended.

When Han Li reappeared in public, his clothes were in tatters, stained with blood, and his skin color had once again turned yellow.

The skill was broken, and now he was simply trying to stand and not fall. Any discerning eye would know that victory was certain.