Chapter 115: Unparalleled Talent (Three)

  Long Qingyue's face was calm and unruffled, without any hint of pride or arrogance. She raised her head to look at Qin Lie and Shen Yue across from her.

  Only two figures, one red and one white, were seen fighting inseparably, suddenly rising and falling, as golden and crimson spiritual powers clashed and entwined each other, illuminating the entire sky with a dazzling array of scarlet and gold.

  With the continuous explosions in the air and the clashing of swords.

  Everyone's eyes widened in shock, watching this stunning scene, two extraordinary young geniuses collided with intense sparks at this moment, wondering who would win again this time!

  The long sword in Qin Lie's hand burst out with a bright, fiery red-gold light, like a dazzling sun, enveloping him in the middle and making the entire space seem brighter.

  He raised his hand and swung it forward, instantly a golden sword aura surged forward like a tsunami, sharp and unmatched, unstoppable.

  Shen Ce's expression remained indifferent, his lips curled up coldly. Qin Shizi's martial arts skills hadn't improved much after all.

  He waved his hand, and a blood-red light burst out of his hand, colliding with the golden light that Qin Lie had struck out. A loud crash was heard, and sparks flew everywhere as the air was filled with a wave of energy that exploded outward like ripples on water.

  Qin Lieyan's figure retreated backward, avoiding the incoming attack with speed, a hint of a smile hanging on his lips: However, I think it should be enough to deal with you.

  Shen Ce's eyes flashed cold, the spiritual energy in his hand accelerated, quickly condensing into several sword auras, striking forward once again. At the same time, his body transformed rapidly, his feet treading on empty air, as if stepping on the wind, charging towards Qin Lie Yan!

  The cold sword blade emits a stunning chill in the sunlight!

  The sword tip is stained with a faint red color, like the blood-tear-stained Higanbana on the other side of hell, eerie and bewitching!

  Qin Lieyan's eyes narrowed, his body didn't retreat but instead advanced forward, the sword in his hand suddenly bursting out with a dazzling golden light, transforming into countless golden sword silhouettes that welcomed the attack!

  Boom! With a loud explosion, a dazzling light burst forth between the two, golden and red lights dancing wildly in all directions. The battlefield was instantly filled with a haze of golden and red light, becoming blurry, and the figures of Qin Lieyang and Shen Ce had disappeared from view.

  All that could be seen was two figures darting around inside, and the clear sound of metal clashing came from within, apparently the situation was quite intense.

  When everyone couldn't see the situation clearly, Long Qingyue was able to see the inside situation very clearly because she was the closest. At this time, Qin Lieyan seemed to have a slight upper hand, Shen Ce had no signs of defeat, but he also didn't gain any advantage.

  As both were from Qinglong Country, however, Long Qingyue didn't have the slightest intention of lending a hand. These two had long been at odds with each other, so she might as well let them fight it out. But in her heart, she actually hoped Qin Lie would emerge victorious. If Grandfather or Nan Gong Sheng were to find out, they'd be furious to the point of vomiting blood.

  Although Qin Lie Yan had bullied him before, he had also secretly helped him, and was much better than Shen Ce, who was a purely dangerous person.

  Suddenly, amidst the dazzling light, a figure flew out from inside and heavily fell onto the stage below. The person opened their mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

  Everyone hastily raised their eyes and looked over, only to see that person wearing a bright red robe, it was actually Shen Ce!

  Last time at the Spiritual Power Conference, Shen Ce lost to Qin Lie Yan. Unexpectedly, he still lost to him this time, and everyone couldn't help but sigh in regret.

  Shen Ce's good-looking eyes narrowed slightly as he stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then said nothing before turning around and leaving.

  The light on the battlefield dissipated, revealing a figure. The young man in white was elegant and refined, with a clear and handsome face, like a piece of jade, or the first ray of golden light rising from the east peak, noble and proud, sacred and inviolable...