Let's say, when Qingfeng strode forward, on the ground in front of him, the two rows of spears suddenly rose from the ground and floated in the air. The tip of the spear pointed at Qingfeng, and then, like ten thousand arrows, it shot straight and quickly at Qingfeng.

Qingfeng, who was already injured, was somewhat panicked when he saw this scene, but he was not panicked. I saw him take two steps back quickly, and the moment those spears stabbed him, he waved his sleeves violently.

In the palace, a gust of wind suddenly arose. The wind howled, sweeping away the spears that shot at the breeze, and in just a moment, the spears turned around and flew back in the direction they had come.

Eventually, the spears fell back to their original positions, stabbing deep into the ground, and trembling.

"Carving insect skills!" Qingfeng squinted at the trembling spear on the ground, and spat out these four words in a deep voice. His tone was slightly contemptuous, and he continued to walk forward.

Just as he walked in front of the spear, the spear on the ground burst with a "bang", making a series of sounds, and at the same time producing a violent shock wave.

These shock waves exploded one after another to the breeze, and the breeze was caught off guard, and under these shock waves, the whole person flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground. The expression on his face froze instantly, and the contempt in his eyes was instantly swept away, turning into doubt and vigilance.

"Long time no see, Qingfeng!" At this moment, directly in front, on the high platform, behind the sarcophagus lying quietly, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Hearing this voice, Qingfeng quickly came back to his senses, and he didn't care about the faint pain on his body. He squinted his eyes again, and then he saw someone come out from behind the sarcophagus.

This person was none other than the first to arrive here, and when Qingfeng entered the palace, he happened to hide behind the sarcophagus Sanqing.

"You...... Is it Lichen or Li Sanqing!" After seeing Sanqing, Qingfeng's face suddenly changed again. As he asked, he got up from the ground, his eyes never leaving Sanqing's body, looking up and down, left and right, looking carefully.

"Who do you think I am?" Sanqing on the high platform, leaning back against the sarcophagus behind him, stared at Qingfeng and asked, looking leisurely and complacent, as if he had no intention of stepping off the high platform.

The breeze on the palace stared at Sanqing deadly, carefully looking at it over and over again, and he was not in a hurry to answer, let alone rush forward.

In this way, after a long time, Qingfeng finally opened his squinted eyes violently, and said viciously: "Li Sanqing, don't think that you can bluff me by pretending to be a ghost here!"

After saying this, Qingfeng took a step forward and walked forward. It seems that he has determined that the Sanqing in front of him is still Sanqing, and has not changed back to dust.

Seeing Qingfeng walking towards him, Sanqing immediately stood up straight, looking like he was facing a great enemy. When Qingfeng came to the bottom of the steps, raised his legs and prepared to climb the steps, Sanqing pressed his right hand on his belt.

Qingfeng finally stepped on the first step, and Sanqing did not hesitate to pull out the belt on his body. The yellow belt trembled slightly in Sanqing's hand, and Sanqing followed the rhythm of its shaking and recited the incantation softly.

At the sound of this incantation, the belt in Sanqing's hand trembled even more, and soon, it turned into a golden three-foot long sword. On the body of the sword, the light is shining, and the black mysterious runes are wandering, which is not magical.

At this time, the breeze had already reached the center of the steps. Seeing that Sanqing summoned the rune sword, Qingfeng immediately listened to the footsteps and raised his right hand. As soon as he grabbed it out of thin air, a silver long sword was born in his hand.

After the silver sword appeared, the breeze moved again. In addition, the speed is faster than before, and the action is greater than before. With each step, the ground seemed to tremble. Sanqing on the high platform didn't move, just held the rune long sword and waited quietly.

Just when Qingfeng walked to the last step and jumped up, slashing the long sword in his hand towards Sanqing, Sanqing finally raised the talisman in his hand.

I only heard a crisp sound of "poof", and the two swords slammed together. Sanqing bent his feet slightly and maintained his center of gravity. Then he suddenly exerted his strength and pushed the talisman sword in his hand upwards violently. With this push, Qingfeng, who was still floating in mid-air, suddenly lost its center of gravity, and the whole person flew backwards again.

Seeing this, Sanqing hurriedly jumped up, straight down, and swung several swords in a row. Every sword is slashed at Qingfeng with a head and face, mercilessly.

Qingfeng's side swept backwards while using the long sword in his hand to resist Sanqing's rune sword. After a few rounds like this, the two finally flew off the high platform and regained their position in the center of the palace.

Both of them put away their swords, their eyes facing each other, each thoughtful.

Sanqing, who slashed out several swords in a row, felt a faint pain in the tiger's mouth, and a clear breeze that connected several swords, and the right hand holding the sword, had oozed a lot of blood. Blood flowed slowly down the hilt of the sword, flowing through the blade, and in a short time, the whole sword turned from silver to scarlet, which was very terrifying.

"I didn't expect that the mastermind behind the scenes would be me!" At this moment, Qingfeng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke and said in a deep voice.

"I thought of it, but I can't believe it!" As soon as Qingfeng's voice fell, Sanqing gave such an answer.

"Hmph!" Qingfeng snorted coldly when he heard this, and he didn't seem to believe Sanqing's words. Immediately after, he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, which had turned scarlet, and took the initiative to face Sanqing.

Sanqing shook a sword and dodged the sword of Qingfeng. After taking two steps back, his right foot touched the ground, and the whole person was stretched into a string. Then, with a fierce force with his right foot, the whole person shot out of the ground, shot at Qingfeng, and launched a counterattack.

In the next second, the two swords collided together, still making a crisp sound of "poof". Both of them were bounced back, but the next second, they collided with each other again.

Sanqing and Qingfeng fought like this. They slammed into each other sword after sword, bouncing back again and again. The speed is getting faster and the force is getting heavier.

The sound of "poof". Soon they joined together, and I don't know how long it took for the sound to stop.

This time, Sanqing still fell in the same place. But Qingfeng was ejected by an extra distance of nearly a zhang or so, and the scarlet long sword in his hand was also cut off, leaving only half of it.

At this time, the breeze was already in a state of cloak. Coupled with the broken sword in his hand, the blood that kept dripping from the broken sword undoubtedly made Qingfeng look very embarrassed.

"I didn't expect you to become so powerful!" Qingfeng raised his head slightly, stared at Sanqing with red eyes for a while, and then spoke, saying this coldly.

Compared to his tiredness at this time, his tone was very harsh, and even full of killing.

At this time, Sanqing was holding the talisman sword tightly, and when he heard Qingfeng's words, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression. There was a faint uneasiness in my heart, as if I realized what was brewing in the breeze. The real decisive battle is still to come. Now, we're just getting started.

(End of chapter)