After Jian Yuanzi heard Jian Fengzi's words, he immediately fell silent, obviously he didn't have much hope for Murong Xuan, and he didn't have any hope for himself to get the earth skin grass, and sighed in his heart; "Why is this son's talent so good actually discovered by his own senior brother" I also have to admire the luck of my senior brother in my heart, after all, among the swordsmen who cultivate the spirit, the people who can comprehend it are definitely not one in a hundred, and the people who can comprehend the sword momentum have their opportunities and talents indispensable.

Murong Xuan didn't know that Chen Qing had comprehended the sword momentum of Slowness now, and Murong Xuan remembered what his master Jian Chenzi told him when he was powerless in his heart at this time, "Swordsman, don't be afraid, with a fearless heart, no matter what powerful person you face, you must dare to show your sword, don't let your sword be covered with dust."

After Murong Xuan remembered the words of his master Jian Chenzi at this time, the feeling of powerlessness in his heart was subsiding sharply, and in exchange for a fierce fighting spirit, an unyielding will to dare to face a strong enemy was spreading in his mind, and this unyielding will was reflected in his actions Murong Xuan held the Chixiao Sword tightly at this time, and attacked Chen Qing in a lonely and unbreakable manner one after another, and the Chixiao Sword was swaying with spiritual power, as if the spiritual power should not be stored, overwhelming, and attacking Chen Qing vigorously, Chen Qing looked at Murong Xuan like a clown, fighting back frantically, and he didn't care in his heartAt the same time, the moves in his hand are also ever-changing, indefinite, and they crush Murong Xuan's attacks again and again.

When Murong Xuan attacked, Chen Qing did not take the initiative to defend this time, but took the initiative to attack Murong Xuan, Murong Xuan was caught off guard, and he couldn't dodge in a hurry, and was slashed by Chen Qing's arm, and suddenly, blood flowed, but Chen Qing didn't realize the pain in his arm at this time, and lifted the Chixiao Sword and attacked Chen Qing with one sword after another, and Chen Qing was also unrelenting, stabbing at Murong Xuan's vital point with one sword after another, and Murong Xuan was also unable to avoid most of the moves from Chen Qing, and could only dodge Chen Qing's vital attack, but other places could not be set up, so it didn't take a while, Murong Xuan became a bloody man, covered in blood.

For Murong Xuan's situation, Ling'er, who was standing outside, felt very uncomfortable in his heart, or he didn't see that his brother Murong was not in danger of life at this time, and at the same time, if he was hindered by the rules, he really wanted to carry the sword and go to clean up this person, and at this time, looking at Murong Xuan's bloodstained appearance, Ling'er's heart felt like he was pierced by something, and the fist in his hand clenched silently and relaxed after a while, because he found that Murong Xuan seemed to be a little different at this time.

Murong Xuan still couldn't dodge Chen Qing's attack at this time, but he seemed to have a clue about Chen Qing's slow sword momentum, but he couldn't touch the ceiling, but at this time, it was Murong Xuan's fearless spirit that touched the Chixiao Sword here, and Murong Xuan's familiar light appeared, at this time, a white old man's figure appeared in Murong Xuan's mind, and he saw the old man holding the Chixiao Sword in his hand, straight to the sky, and shouted loudly, "Break!".

Murong Xuan heard the sound of breaking, and suddenly came to his senses, at this time, Murong Xuan suddenly felt that he had entered a new world, and his understanding of being lonely and unbreakable had reached a new level, at this time, he looked at Chen Qing's slow sword momentum again, Murong Xuan saw the law of its operation clearly, and at this moment Murong Xuan finally comprehended the lonely and unbreakable style; At this time, Murong Xuan entered the door of the lonely and unbreakable style, and Murong Xuan lamented in his heart, "I used to care too much about the moves, but I forgot the root of the lonely and unbroken style." ”

At this time, Murong Xuan looked at Chen Qing's slow sword momentum, and finally had a brow, although Chen Qing's slow sword momentum looked extremely slow, but what was contained in his sword was the way to overcome rigidity with the way of softness, Murong Xuan slowly looked at Chen Qing's sword at this time, Chen Qing looked extremely slow At this time, it had become traceable, facing Chen Qing's sword, Murong Xuan began to become more comfortable, Chen Qing was still slowly stabbing towards Murong Xuan, but this time Murong Xuan looked at Chen Qing's sword, not in a hurry, when Chen Qing attacked in front of Murong Xuan, Murong Xuan suddenly stepped back, and the Chixiao sword in his right hand came out, taking advantage of the moment when Chen Qing's blow missed, Chixiao Sword slashed horizontally in front of Chen Qing's chest, Chen Qing's original snow-white clothes became blood-stained under this blow, but he looked as if he didn't know much about the injury on his chest, but stared at Murong Xuan with an incredible face, and his heart was horrified;" He was comprehending the sword momentum of slowness, and he had never been seen through by the enemy, and in the realm of entering the spirit realm, there were very few people who had allowed themselves to be injured again, but at this time, Murong Xuan actually let himself be injured in such a situation, thinking that Murong Xuan was only a mere mid-stage spiritual cultivator not long ago, even if Murong Xuan had reached the late stage of spiritual entry now. Its strength shouldn't have grown so terrifyingly, after a while, Chen Qing was convinced, Murong Xuan's blow this time was completely caused by luck, otherwise he would never have broken his sword momentum, people are in charge of emotions, as long as they have this kind of thought, then they will be occupied by this thought, and completely lose their minds, Chen Qing at this time is like this, he believes that Murong Xuan is luck happened to hurt him, Murong Xuan's actual strength is not so strong"...

Under the impact of this thought, Chen Qing once shot his sword at Murong Xuan, but this time Chen Qing's sword was not as casual as before, but the sword in his hand became full of light, and he stared at a shield in front of the sword and rushed towards Murong Xuan, its speed was extremely fast, and Murong Xuan only saw a phantom in his eyes when Chen Qing rushed over.

But Murong Xuan was still holding the Chixiao Sword directly, when he saw Chen Qing's phantom, the power of the divine soul gushed out, clearly capturing Chen Qing's attack, taking advantage of the moment when Chen Qing's fall stabbed down, Murong Xuan rose into the air, and at this moment, Chen Qing landed with one move, stabbing the competition platform out of a round pit, but Chen Qing was shocked in his heart, he didn't feel Murong Xuan's existence, with his instinctive reaction, Chen Qing's first feeling was that Murong Xuan must be behind him, but it was too late....