In the Knife Grinding Hall, Li Qin was facing Song Que with his empty hand behind his back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Where's your weapon?" Song Que asked indifferently.

"Here!" Li Qin took out the hundred-and-ten-pound big axe from his personal space and threw it on the ground.

I only heard the sound of "ping ......", and the bluestone of the floor tiles in the grinding knife hall cracked, and debris was scattered. A cobweb-like crack spread out from the spear of the handle of the great axe.

"Is it the method of using mustard seeds to take Sumeru?" Song Que's eyes suddenly froze, and he muttered to himself: "Is there a way to cultivate immortals in the world?" ”

"Yes! I'm on this path! Li Qin replied in the affirmative.

"Really?" Song Que's facial features were as distinct as a carving, and a trace of interest appeared on his handsome and unusual face. However, this interest was quickly replaced by a raging battle intent: "In that case, let me see what kind of abilities you have as an immortal cultivator." In fact...... I can feel that you're not as good as me. ”

"Because I'm the Qi Sea Realm! This is only the second stage of the practice...... The road is long, and I will seek up and down. Li Qin explained lightly.

"If you survive, talk to me again!" Song Que was stunned, his eyes shining like the brightest starlight in the dark night sky, meeting Li Qin's calm gaze like an arrow, but his flawless face was still like water, and he said coldly: "Are you ready?" Then look at the knife! ”

Song Que pressed his hand on the wall, and with a "zheng" sound, one of the knives made a groan as if it came to life, and it jumped out of the sheath, which was no different from holding the handle of the knife in someone's hand and pulling it out, which made Li Qin feel cold.

This is a knife intent, but also a murderous intent, Li Qin felt Song Que's true intentions, and understood that Song Que was not a person with different hearts.

Li Qin contemplated and watched Song Que grasp the void again, and the thick-backed broadsword fell into his left hand that stretched out horizontally as if it were pulling an invisible rope.

Strange changes are sudden.

Li Qin felt that at the moment when the thick-backed broadsword fell into Song Que's grasp, Song Que's person and the knife merged into an inseparable and integrated whole, which was completely a strong and profound feeling, subtle and indescribable.

Song Que's eyes shone brightly at the same time, covering Li Qin, making Li Qin feel that there was no part of his body inside and outside that could be concealed from the observation of this master who was known as the world's number one sword master, and he was seen through, as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and snow.

At the moment when Song Que took the knife, an invisible but solid sword qi like an iron wall forced Li Qin with Song Que as the center, so that he had to resist with luck, and even more so to force himself to surge up his fighting spirit, otherwise he would inevitably be frightened and collapse without a fight.

Such martial arts, unless you see it, people don't dare to believe that it is true.

The strength that Song Que showed should still be within the realm of the Grandmaster, but Li Qin felt that he was infinitely close to the Great Grandmaster. At least, in terms of pure momentum oppression, Song Que felt more dangerous to himself, far more than Fu Cailin in his memory.

In the face of such oppression, Li Qin tightly grasped the handle of the big axe. The cold handle of the axe, the incomparably hard touch, made Li Qin feel an inexplicable power, this power belonged to him.

At that moment, he looked at Song Que seriously, paying attention to his every move. He was condensed, and he didn't dare to be negligent.

At this moment, Li Qin was nervous.

Unlike Li Qin's nervousness, Song Que's expression was still very tidy. He was careless and indifferent: "My knife is a knife that combines divine will, God is the mind, and the mind is the body and mind. ”

After that, he took a step forward, and the huge momentum was like a surge from the sky and the earth, and with his sure and powerful steps, carrying the cold and bone-chilling sword qi, he rolled towards Li Qin.

"Good!" Li Qin let out a snort, and raised the earth-splitting axe in his hand. He put his axe on his chest, his eyes glared at himself, and Song lacked the beauty of the knife.

But seeing Song Que's thick-backed knife breaking through the air, there were many wonderful images, and they couldn't stop changing in the space of two zhang, and every change was so clear and understandable, as if writing out the mind with a knife. The most important thing is that every change makes Li Qin's planned method of dealing with it become defeated, giving birth to a sense of decadence that his previous efforts have been wasted.

With the knife so far, it has reached the peak of perfection, and it is out of the realm of supernatural perfection.

The knife momentum changed, and the footwork also changed, and Li Qin couldn't even predict that he would attack from that angle in the end.

"Change...... This is the extreme evolution of change. Li Qin understands that Song Que's knife is not unbreakable, but he obviously does not have the ability to break it by skill at the moment - the lack of skill comprehension is Li Qin's weaker aspect.

Since you can't fight skills, you can't fight others, so give up.

Originally, my strongest thing was not in terms of skills.

In the face of such a terrifying and powerful enemy, Li Qin's strong fighting spirit burst out with an unprecedented essence in his slender eyes. He stared at his opponent without blinking, until the enemy sword was only six feet away from him, and the sword qi was surging, he snorted coldly, rushed forward half a step, and swept away the earth-splitting axe in his hand.

"Crack the Void!"

This is Li Qin's trick. Now, with his strength, he can take out a certain formula in the original complete trick and use it arbitrarily without doing any charging formula. While this doesn't give full play to the full power of the full move, it's simple, lightweight, and applicable – like the one now.

"When"!

Swords and axes clashed, and the flames scattered.

Li Qin grasped the entity of the knife in Song Que's sword momentum. Although Song Que's strength is very strong, he is only a grandmaster after all. No matter how dazzling his knife is, it can't be a one-size-fits-all. Therefore, it is very important to find that point in the sword light, directly face it, and break it with force.

Li Chin apparently did just that.

After a hard fight, Li Qin and Song Que snorted, and they all stumbled back three steps involuntarily, fighting with Song Que.

Seeing that Li Qin was able to exchange a tie with himself in one blow, the corners of Song Que's mouth swept up with a hint of joy. He lifted it up, the blade pointed at the young opponent, and did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, and indeed looked up to the sky and smiled: "Wu Gong is really good, his mind can not show the slightest flaw, and he can only see through this knife by risking death and fighting hard, so that he can have a chance to save his life." If you change the ordinary hands, you will not be able to see through the many changes, and you will take a defensive position or try to dodge, which will lead to immediate defeat. Now I really admit that you have the strength to compete with me, since that is the case......"

Song Que said and threw the thick-backed broadsword in his hand to the knife holder, reused it with strength, and put a thin-bladed treasure knife on the knife holder into his hand.

At this moment, Song Que stood up, holding the scabbard with his right hand, and slowly pulling the long knife out of the sheath with his left hand.

Li Qingong gathered his eyes, looked at it intently, and saw that the blade was as thin as silk, as soft and dexterous as a feather, and it also oozes the brilliance of blue crystal.

Song Que's eyes roamed back and forth on the blade of the knife, and said softly: "This knife is called Narcissus, and I have created the 'Eight Tricks of the Heavenly Knife' based on the characteristics of this knife, with ten knives per recipe, a total of eighty knives. The knife is ruthless, Wu Gong be careful! ”

"Narcissus knives? The good is like water, ethereal like a fairy, light and heavy, ever-changing......" Li Qin heard the name of the knife in the Song gap, and looked at the thin blade in his hand, and his heart couldn't help but burst. He knew he wanted to go further:

He has always used a heavy axe to fight the world, heavy and light, and forceful. To borrow the sword realm of the original novel Dugu seeking defeat, he is undoubtedly in a situation of "heavy sword without edge, and great work is unfortunate".

And Song Que is obviously going further than himself. He also needs to use a heavy axe to enhance his power and strength, and Song Que can obviously use this narcissus knife to hit Wanjun with a light weapon.

"What if...... I think to go one step further, then I have to go out of the way of lightweight. Li Qin thought, his eyes brightening more and more.

"...... the first style of the 'Eight Tricks of the Heavenly Sword' is called 'Tianfeng Huanpei', and the artistic conception is that there are heavenly immortals riding the wind in the clouds, although they can't be seen, but there is a sonorous fairy music Qingyin." A moment of loss made him ignore Song Que's words in the middle, and when he came back to his senses, he happened to hear Song Que say this.

"What an ethereal mood! Then I'd like to understand how melodious and melodious the fairy music of the valve owner is. Li Qin said as he lifted his axe forward, his eyes fixed on Song Que. As soon as his mind moved, a huge momentum surged around him, surging towards Song Que like a tide. For a while, the cold air filled the hall.

"Good! Look at the knives! Song Que didn't say much, and at the moment when the words fell, he stepped forward, and the thin blade of the narcissus in his hand turned into thousands of blue blades, enveloping Li Qinlian with a knife. He swung his knife and attacked, like an antelope hanging on its horns, and the end was so exquisite that it was hard to believe.

Li Qin knew that this knife was all based on a fast word, and he also understood that Song Que's speed would reach a realm that he could not capture under the characteristics of the narcissus knife in his hand. This knife, to say its roots, is very similar to the previous one, but since Song Que dared to use such an internal trick after he dissolved the knife in front of him, he must have relied on it. Judging from the characteristics of what it says, its tricks must be the way to go.

"It's not going to be easy now." Li Qin knew something was wrong.

Just listening to the whistling of the sword wind resounding in all directions, or the light or heavy knife qi mixed in, it was impossible for him to seek a little substance and break it like he had at the beginning. After all, these knife qi can also kill.

What to do! Li Qin gritted his teeth. At this critical moment when life and death hung by a thread, he purely instinctively guessed where Song Que's murderous aura was, and at the peak of his murderous aura, he simplified the complex, followed the axe, mustered up all his strength, and chopped it away with an axe.

At this time, he was lucky with the axe, and the big axe bloomed with a misty yellow glow.

"Ding"!

After a clear sound, the blue mang and the yellow mang continued to fight. Li Qin blocked Song Que one after another, like a bird flying and a fish swimming, and there was no trace of ten consecutive knives, but his heart trembled, and his hands were numb.

Light, heavy, ethereal, or stagnant. Song Que only has one knife, and its true qi attribute is not as changeable as Li Qin's, but he uses this light knife to show the way of yin and yang change.

One knife gives birth to ten thousand laws, although Song Que can't do this trick yet, but he also has such a vague fur.

"That's amazing!" Li Qin muttered to himself.

The two parted abruptly.

Li Qin stood with an axe, his hands and feet trembled, and he secretly breathed back and breathed, unable to speak for a while.