Feng Lanxi's tone was cold, and with a wave of his long sword, the lake water was rolled up, and he rushed towards Ye Chen endlessly.

Ye Chen felt a shudder in his heart when he felt Feng Lanxi's fierce sword force.

Although this battle was a duel, Feng Lanxi obviously didn't intend to hold back, and the offensive was extremely powerful.

That being the case, Ye Chen doesn't talk nonsense anymore.

"Jian Yi, Qian Lixue!"

Ye Chen shouted violently, his sword moves changed, and the power of Zhan Tian surged out.

The first sword of Zhantian Nine Swords was swiftly and violently struck out.

In an instant, Senhan's sword energy evolved into a blizzard and frost, sweeping thousands of miles.

On the entire surface of the lake, the lake water began to freeze, and there was even a fierce blizzard sword energy, spreading towards the Huxin Pavilion.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Epic Tianjun was calm and relaxed, and he did not see the slightest movement, but the blizzard sword energy outside was completely blocked by an invisible force, which could not hurt him at all.

The lake was frozen, and the flowers, plants and trees by the lake were covered with frost, but in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it was still warm, and the tea was still steaming.

Feeling Ye Chen's powerful sword energy, Tianchu Shengzu, Ye Linyuan, Sheng Juetian and others all took a few steps back.

Ye Linyuan was very afraid in his heart, and thought: "It has been a long time since this kid practiced the Nine Swords of Zhantian. The sword is really fierce. I'm afraid that one day in the future, he will surpass me."

The Nine Swords of Zhantian was originally a sword technique created by reincarnation, and when it was displayed in Ye Chen's hands, it was more powerful than anyone else. .

"Good swordsmanship!"

Feng Lanxi also gave a cheer. Seeing the blizzard of sword energy attacking the sky, she remained calm in the face of danger. The long sword in her hand danced rapidly, and the blade pierced the air, sending out a sharp whistling, like an eternal epic blooming, legendary glory, and great momentum.

Ye Chen's Qianlixue Sword Power suddenly collapsed and dispersed under Feng Lanxi's epic sword intent.

The frost and snow all over the sky disappeared.

Feng Lanxi's sword energy was like a rainbow, and the sword was surging with wind, and the tip of the sword pierced Ye Chen's heart.

From her sword, Ye Chen seemed to see the glory of the eternal epic. Countless ancestors overcame thorns and thorns, and stepped forward one after another.

The momentum of this sword is so powerful that it is unstoppable.

Ye Chen's back suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and his whole body felt cool.

"Human slaughter Holy Grail, block it for me!"

At a critical moment, Ye Chen sacrificed the holy grail of human slaughter and stood in front of him.

With a ding, Feng Lanxi's sword tip pierced the Holy Grail of Rentu without leaving any traces.

"What a powerful magic weapon!"

Feng Lanxi was taken aback, but she didn't expect that the holy grail, with such a strong defense, could easily block her own sword.

There was even a counter-shock force that rushed back towards her.

She was like a butterfly, using her strength to jump back and stabilize her figure.

"Epic mirror, come!"

Immediately afterwards, Feng Lanxi screamed coquettishly, and sacrificed her magic weapon.

hum!

A crystal clear mirror emerged from the void.

The mirror was surrounded by divine light, and many ancient inscriptions were engraved on it, exuding the charm of a vast epic.

Ye Chen looked up at the mirror, and saw many ancient pictures from the mirror.

A long, long time ago, some ancient ancestors fell from the real world to the infinite time and space for unknown reasons.

In an unfamiliar time and space, they faced many weird, indescribable and mysterious monsters, survived in groups, and kept each other warm.

In the mysterious world of thorns and thorns at every step, painstaking efforts and hardships have finally opened up a territory.

In the end, those ancient ancestors created an epic mirror to commemorate the hardships of this journey, wars, wars, blood, life and death, etc.

That epic mirror is exactly the legendary Wuwu artifact ~www.mtlnovel.com~ It records the glorious history of the ancient ancestors who reclaimed wasteland in Wuwu time and space and suppressed mysterious monsters along the way.

Under the pressure of the mirror of the epic, Ye Chen suddenly felt suffocated, and his whole body was under great pressure, as if there was an eternal epic on his shoulders. The heavy history and vicissitudes almost crushed his spine.

"This is the epic mirror?"

Ye Chen was secretly startled, he didn't expect the epic mirror to be so powerful, it almost crushed him.

He didn't even expect that the Epic Emperor had already passed this magic weapon to Feng Lanxi.

Feng Lanxi sacrificed the epic mirror now, to reverse the situation of the battle and suppress Ye Chen.

Under the aura of the epic mirror, the lake water condensed into a mirror surface, which reflected the spectacular picture of the ancient ancestors, overcoming thorns and thorns, subduing demons, and continuing to practice fire.

"Unfortunately, it seems that we are still going to lose."

"However, being able to force the Holy Maiden of Lanxi to use the Epic Mirror is quite remarkable."

By the lake, the ancestor of the early days, with his hands behind his back, sighed and admired Ye Chen when he saw Ye Chen's unfavorable situation.

After a few moves, Feng Lanxi's epic mirror was forced out, and Ye Chen's strength was evident.

It's just that as soon as the epic mirror comes out, the outcome will be decided.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, a smile appeared on the corner of Epic Tianjun's mouth, and he slowly took a sip from his teacup.

"So what about the epic mirror? Heaven-slashing Nine Swords, break it for me!"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, but he was not willing to admit defeat. He stomped on the lake with his feet, held the reincarnation sword, and shot out.

Click!

Under Ye Chen's heavy step, the mirror-like surface of the lake suddenly shattered, and his and Feng Lanxi's silhouettes were cut and reflected.

Ye Chen's sword carried a majestic breath of life, wanting to reverse the success or failure, and slashed towards Feng Lanxi.

This sword is exactly the third sword in the Nine Swords of Zhantian, the Hanchun Mang Seed!