Both of them are extremely talented monks in the way of swordsmanship. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You come and go, and in an instant it is already a fierce battle.

The swordsmanship of the two people is indeed equal, Qingqiu's previous swordsmanship was more dexterous, but now it has been affected by Qiye, but it has increased a lot of killing and fierce aura.

Lin Jingfeng was secretly frightened by her murderous aura, obviously a weak female cultivator, but she was more decisive than a male cultivator, so he had to deal with it with all his mind.

But at the same time, he is getting more and more excited.

The two of them grew faster and faster, almost like two phantoms.

Ping An and Hua Ying stood side by side to watch the battle, but Ping An was a little farther away from Hua Ying, and he really didn't want to stay with this twisted man who was shaking a fan.

Ping An used a gun, swept thousands of troops, and took the route of domineering exposure, which is not the same as Huaying's style at all.

He was also ready to take action to protect the two of them at any time when Ning Qingqiu and Lin Jingfeng couldn't control it.

Of course, Ning Qingqiu was the main reason, and she must not be injured under her nose.

As for Lin Jingfeng, it can only be said that it is incidental.

The excitement on Hua Ying's face gradually disappeared, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her expression was slightly condensed.

The fan in his hand was unhurriedly tapping on his palm, but now he slowly stopped, pinched the bone fan in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand began to be revealed.

How do these two people seem to have a real fire?

Although it is said that the point is to stop, but seeing that the two of them are chess opponents and will meet good talents, now they are getting better, but they can't hold it.

The monks in the battle, especially those who have unconsciously done their best, are evenly matched and it is most difficult to stop peacefully.

The east wind cannot overwhelm the west wind, and the west wind cannot overwhelm the east wind.

It can be described as a stalemate.

However, the two people in the field did not realize this.

The crisp sound of the sword body clashing was endless, and Ning Qingqiu was getting more and more happy, competing with Lin Jingfeng for a sword, it was simply like fighting with another self with a different style.

The results are immediate.

Her mind became clearer and clearer, and the aura in her dantian surged faster.

The spirit seed of the ice jade lotus gradually dissolved.

Little by little, the small stream of gas with a slight blue ice color gradually merged into the aura of his own cultivation in the dantian.

Ning Qingqiu didn't know it yet, this was a sign that he was beginning to gradually enter the foundation building period.

The ice attribute true qi began to be absorbed, and it subtly fused into her own aura like a whale swallowing and cannibalizing.

Once the attribute true qi is successfully connected, it is to completely enter the foundation building period.

When the time comes, you can build the foundation in one fell swoop!

The silver-white sword flowers were concretized, and they were overwhelming, like a sea of beautiful flowers flying towards Lin Jingfeng.

I want to bury him.

Lin Jingfeng stood still in place, his eyes were a little black with a slight cyan color, and the color was a little light, and he looked a little cold when he looked at people.

However, once you focus on it, you will be extraordinarily sincere and sincere.

The Nine Refining Sword in his hand was stretched straight, the cold light was sharp, and the sword body was snow-white and translucent, like a touch of ice and snow picked from the Tianshan Mountain.

The Wind Attribute True Qi formed a protective film on the surface of his body, which was composed of extremely small vortices.

The edges of Ning Qingqiu's sword lotus were bubbling with a trace of sharp aura, and each one could easily cut through the skin of a Qi cultivator's body.

The small whirlpools of wind attributes on Lin Jingfeng's body were like wheels, with an inexplicable attraction, quickly cutting the sword lotuses into pieces.

Of course, he was not unscathed.

The speed visible to the naked eye, the pale layer of cyan on the surface of the body, has become dull and light.

Both of them were a little pale.

But no one threw in the towel.

The current situation is an unstable draw.

Unless one person can break through and overwhelm the other side and achieve the final victory, then all that awaits the two of them is to exhaust their strength and lose both.

But with peace watching, such a thing will not happen.

If there is really a crisis, Ping An believes that with his ability and reaction speed, he can save the scene of collapse in time.

He's not a guy who doesn't look at the eyes.

Ning Qingqiu obviously had high expectations for this competition, and he couldn't spoil this rare interest.

So when Hua Ying couldn't help but make a move, he dodged in front of him.

Hua Ying's face was ugly: "...... Their battle has passed now, and if they don't stop it, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Ping An had a blank face.

"No way!"

"You!"

Hua Ying still remembered that this was a Jindan monk, and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

Of course, he knows that Ping An is fearless, and if things come to the point where it is irretrievable, he can naturally protect Ning Qingqiu at a critical time.

But Lin Jingfeng's safety is not guaranteed.

Hua Ying's strength, for such a situation, there is nothing she can do, so she can only be helpless.

"Are we just watching?"

He was a little angry.

Ping An is still calm and calm, of course, if Hua Ying is to describe it, this is still a coffin face, not a little popular.

His lips moved, and only one word popped out: "Wait." ”

Hua Ying took a deep look at the two who were fighting fiercely in the field, and although she was worried, she couldn't move because of safety.

And to be honest, in such a situation, he Huaying rushed over alone, maybe he would be a sad cannon fodder, he could only be gray, maybe he would have fun.

He couldn't beat Lin Jingfeng, and he couldn't compare to Ning Qingqiu, who could confront one of the Qingyun Shuangjiao for so long.

He could only be ruthless in his heart, if Lin Jingfeng had a case, when the senior masters of the Qingyun Sect arrived, no matter what Ning Qingqiu came from, he could be taught a good lesson......

In other words, this Ping'an, as a Jindan monk, is so flattering to Ning Qingqiu, and his posture is humble, but he doesn't look like a servant of a big family.

You must know that although the status of a domestic servant is extremely low, once he cultivates to become a Jindan monk, it is not the same.

And the performance of peace ...... Could this person be a slave purchased by Ning Qingqiu?

Hua Ying's heart tightened, and she didn't dare to think deeply.

He stared at them intently, and he was too nervous to do so.

Who will win?

Hua Ying thinks that Lin Jingfeng is here, and after so many years of friends, he naturally knows that Lin Jingfeng's ability and talent are simply one in a million, and even breaking through the foundation building is one step faster than Bian Rin.

However, I heard that one was a perfect foundation, and it is said that when the foundation was built, a vision fell from heaven.

Compared with ordinary monks who have just built a foundation, the cultivation is much more stable and profound.

In this way, Lin Jing's appearance seems to be a little inferior to Bian Rin, but it is not.

Lin Jingfeng's comprehensive combat effectiveness, half of it is Xiuwei, and the other half is the sword in his hand, compared with the two, he and Bian Rin, it is not known who will kill the deer.

Such a powerful Lin Jingfeng, if he casually lost to a girl he met on the road, it would be unbelievable.

Even Ning Qingqiu is very powerful, Hua Ying admits this, at least he himself is not as good as him.

But Lin Jingfeng is different from him.

This man is strong when he is strong, he will not admit defeat and never bow his head.

The point is that his cultivation is higher, so he won't lose.

So, Lin frightened the wind...... We will win!(To be continued.) )