The white-clothed young man slowly withdrew his peachwood sword, and the cyan cloth strip circled back and forth between the young man's waist and abdomen several times like a ribbon in the air, and finally tied a knot steadily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"This sword intent?" Zhang Zixiu bowed his head, his pupils shrank, and after pondering for a while, he slowly spoke: "Could it be that Qinglian Sword Intent!" ”

"That's right! One life is two, two is three, and three lives are infinite, and the Qinglian sword intent evolved from this! The young man in white began, his face was full of energy, and there was indescribable self-satisfaction in his expression.

Although Zhang Zixiu majored in asceticism, it does not mean that he does not understand the way of the sword, the three vehicles of the sword, the lowest is undoubtedly the swordsmanship, the middle is the sword trick, the best is the sword intent, the sword intent is free, reflecting all the spirit of a swordsman, if the sword intent is domineering, the sword is a landslide and the water is reversed, if the sword intent is cold, the sword is a little cold light, if the sword intent is light, the sword is a dragon shallow chanting mountains and rivers, this Qinglian sword intent is quite light, even if it is just with a peachwood sword, With the blessing of the sword intent, countless layers of dark energy were superimposed, and it actually reclaimed a trench on the white stone ground.

"Young Lang is really good, I'm afraid that there is no foundation building period monk who can fight with you without being defeated!" Zhang Zi cultivated, he was telling the truth, although there were hundreds of disciples in Guiyun Sect who majored in swordsmanship, but the most brilliant of them was only cultivated into swordsmanship, relying on continuous swordsmanship to improve power and fight against others.

"Oh!" A look of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the young man in white, his clear eyes blinked, and he suddenly said: "Then I don't want to return without success today, this world is really disappointing in Kyushu!" ”

"If Xiaoyou doesn't dislike it, what do you think of the old man's strength?" Zhang Zixiu said bluntly, he also majored in kendo when he was young, and he almost touched the threshold of sword intent, but he retreated halfway for some special reasons, and countless times passed, while he practiced asceticism, his comprehension of sword intent became deeper and deeper, and he suddenly wanted to try it with this young man and demonstrate his sword intent.

"You?" The white-clothed young man hesitated a little, stroked the sword body with his right hand, pondered for a while, and said, "You are in the Dan stage, I ...... I'll give it a try! My purpose is just to prove that the foundation is invincible, and don't blame me for defeating you! ”

Hearing this, Mo Xian couldn't help but burst out laughing, this handsome young man was really a little cute.

"Xiaoyou said that I laughed, I will reduce my cultivation to the foundation building period!" Zhang Zixiu smiled, and couldn't help but be warmed by the innocent temperament that the boy accidentally revealed, the most exquisite thing about this kendo is the heart of the swordsman, only the heart is pure and clean, innocent, and in everything can he return to the basics and cultivate the most amazing sword intent.

"That's good! Let's go! The boy took out the peachwood sword and placed it horizontally on his chest, which was the swordsman's respect for his opponent.

Zhang Zixiu's sleeves swayed, and when his spiritual power surged, a flash of cyan light suddenly flashed in the sky, and then a cyan delicate long sword wrapped in cyan flames plunged straight down from the sky.

Bang! The gravel flew around, the sword body was bright, covered with fine veins, the cyan flames wrapped around the entire sword body, the hilt of the sword was a dragon head, Mo Xian could clearly feel the rolling spiritual power fluctuations from the sword body, and the chilling sword qi.

Zhang Zixiu slowly pulled up his sword, the cyan flame jumped, like a surging streamer, the young man in white narrowed his eyes, and sighed for a long time: "Good sword!" ”

"The name of this sword is Qinghong, which means punishing evil and promoting good, and cutting off all the injustices in the world!" As soon as the words fell, Zhang Zi's clothes repair trick fluttered, and he jumped out like a dragon, a little cold light, and in an instant, countless sword lights surged, bright as the sun, and the dazzling people couldn't open their eyes.

"Haha!" The young man laughed and said, "What a good one to kill the injustices of the world!" I like it! ”

As he spoke, his wrist flipped over, and the small peachwood sword in his hand crossed a stunning arc, the tip of the sword rose up, and then it was picked down violently, and the sword body bent strangely, and with a bang, there were thousands of sword marks.

The sword light flashed in the sky, like a bright rain of light, carving sword marks on the ground, and the sonorous sound of sword roar was endless.

The two jumped into the sky, their figures flashed back and forth, and they couldn't see the frequency of their sword swings with the naked eye, only feeling that there were dozens or hundreds of swords in an instant, and the extreme sword intent was like a shock, and it was like a shadow, and the figure swept rapidly, and it was already one after another blue and white sword flowers quietly bloomed, and then burst into pieces.

"Good swordsmanship!" The crown belt on Zhang Zixiu's head was picked off, his black hair was scattered, and his expression showed an unparalleled look, he hadn't been so happy for decades, so the whole person was put into it, and this sword intent was more and more free, coming and going with the wind.

"You're not bad!" The young man in white laughed.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

A sword came out, ten thousand laws were broken, seven syllables, like a golden stone shattering, the sound of the sword became clearer and clearer, and I saw the figure of the young man moving rapidly in the sky, and in just a few seconds, dozens of positions were changed.

Swish! The figure flickered, and unconsciously gathered a green lotus sword flower around Zhang Zixiu's body, which was gorgeous and dazzling.

Shout! The small sword came out of his hand, and in an instant, countless lightsabers shot out from the lotus petals carved by the sword intent, and swept towards Zhang Zixiu.

"The sky is in the sky!" Zhang Zixiu was also crazy at this moment, his black hair was scattered, his eyes were surging with fanatical colors, his wrists were forced, from his legs to his waist to his shoulders, and the strength of his whole body gathered into his right hand, and then a little bit of light burst out, the blade of the sword rose, and countless sword marks were slashed through the Qinglian sword, and a majestic sword light surged out from the tip of the sword, rushing to the sky.

On the ground, a group of monks were dumbfounded, they had never seen Elder Zhang so embarrassed.

Bang! The sky suddenly became gloomy, and there was a dull sound, as if a muffled thunder exploded among the clouds, and then the clouds and mist broke through, and it was actually a great dragon formed by the collection of pure sword intent, swimming its body, roaring and smashing down.

Bang! Bang! Touch! Countless cyan swords emerged from the sky, combined in an orderly arrangement, and continuously hit the swooping dragon.

Mo Xian narrowed his eyes, looked up at the two people fighting in the sky, and couldn't help but have a trace of yearning in his expression, the sword master kills and kills, it is the way of the king, if he can also become a sword cultivator.

At this point in the battle, instead of having the slightest tired look, the young man in white shouted with joy, and his posture like a swimming dragon flickered and fluttered, and it turned out to be another sword formation, and countless sword marks were intertwined, forming an impenetrable sword storm that detained Zhang Zixiu inside.

Bang! As if it was the sound of gold and stone shattering, a sword mark escaped by chance, hitting the mountain to which the platform was attached, and the rolling stone suddenly fell, exposing a gap up to one meter deep.

Through the sword storm, you can't see the situation inside, but the sound that comes to your ears is getting denser and denser, and in the end, people obviously feel that Zhang Zixiu's aura suddenly soared, and the aura surged, and he suddenly broke free from the circle of the sword storm.

The young man in white withdrew his sword, stood in the sky for a while, and slowly began: "You lost!" ”

"That's right! I lost! Zhang Zixiu's expression was calm, there was no unconvinced, his heart was irrepressible ecstasy, he had suppressed the dream of a swordsman for fifty years, and his Ling Xiao sword intent was finally cultivated! If it weren't for the fact that he was not as good as the young man in white in his state of mind, and he couldn't fight the ultimate sword intent, he might not have lost this battle, just now he restored his cultivation to the Dan period before breaking free, I have to say that the young man in white is very amazing, even if he looks at the entire mortal world, he is also extremely extraordinary, so if he loses this battle, he loses, Zhang Zixiu is willing to gamble and lose, and he loses convincingly.

The white-clothed young man's face was a little pale, just now he played two consecutive moves of Qinglian Sword Intent, and the aura in his body was also consumed a lot, if it weren't for the proficiency of the Great Hui Heavenly Gong taught by the Lingyin Master Ancestor, he could absorb the aura of heaven and earth anytime and anywhere, with the profound spiritual power of the monks in the Dan period, he might not win this battle.

The young man in white simply performed pranayama, his eyes scanned back and forth over the crowd, and he slowly began for a long time: "I want to compete with him!" ”

Everyone followed the young man's gaze and stared at Mo Xian in unison.

Mo Xian looked at everyone, and then at Zhang Zixiu, this nerd was full of smiles at the moment, as if he was saying go quickly, go quickly! Don't hide it!

Mo Xian looked at himself again, and finally swept his gaze to the young man in white, and his face became extremely gloomy in an instant.

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