"It's a good swordsmanship, it's cleverly used, and it's very appropriate."

The man was full of interest, and he swung his sword one after another, opening and closing, crisply and neatly.

Qi condenses the spirit, the god sword, and the sword moves at will.

The light long sword, at this moment, in his hand, actually has a kind of condensed gravity.

Little by little, it restrained Jing Qing's sword, causing the light of the sword qi to sink into the viscous mud and unable to completely burst out.

But the violent and mighty breath, under the oppression, became deeper and deeper, making the air freeze.

It's as if a mountain is pressed on top of a volcano that is about to erupt, and although it can stop it for a moment, in fact, it will make the eruption stronger.

With the dazzling cold glow of the sword blade, reflecting the four directions, the momentum of the two swords also climbed to the limit.

Jing Qing's hand holding the sword began to tremble slowly, as if it couldn't bear the weight on the blade.

The man laughed softly, looked at Jing Qing, and said, "Apprentice, see that you have really reached the limit this time, how about the final move?" ”

"Good!"

There was no blood, his face turned pale, and Jing Qing squeezed out the word from between his teeth.

Immediately, the man's sword suddenly became lighter, and the violent sword light that had been suppressed suddenly exploded.

At that moment, Jing Qing's speed of swinging his sword increased by three points in vain.

A thousand swords in a flash.

Tens of thousands of dense sword shadows sprinkled out like a torrential rain, and every stab of the endless sword momentum sank to the substance, concentrating on the man's defense line.

Eventually, a crack finally cracked in the man's defenses.

"One thousand four hundred and thirty-two swords."

Seizing the opportunity, all the sword shadows were gathered together, condensing into a tragic and dazzling line.

The slender blade of the sword slashed along the insignificant gap, slashing at the man's vital point.

"Boom."

The fierce sword roar resounded through the clouds, and the collapsed spiritual qi sword qi continuously impacted the surroundings, forming a large storm of sword qi that swept in all directions.

The hanging river that floated and flowed around the mountain also seemed to solidify at this time, and the turbulent water flowed all of a sudden, and the sharp sword qi broke through.

The invisible force made the river split into two in an instant, and the crystal water, mixed with hundreds of spirit fish, flowed down the mountain stream, forming a small pool in the low-lying place.

Jing Qing pestle and slashed the void, gasping for breath, beads of sweat the size of beans, down his cheeks, rolling into the dust under his feet, the whole person seemed to have no strength, and the spiritual power was also consumed, just relying purely on the will to support.

The right arm holding the sword also revealed a trace of gray aura, and Yang Wen, who was constantly moving, somehow revealed a trace of grayness.

The physical condition is very bad, but Jing Qing's miserable white face is laughing desperately.

Even if the muscles twitched, the face was withered, and the smile was more ugly than crying, it could not stop the excitement and satisfaction in the heart at all.

The last sword was really swung with strength.

The four artistic conceptions may not be superimposed, but they can be fully coordinated.

Using the Yang text of the right arm, the imperial envoy pure Yang artistic conception, forcibly gathered the Yang aura of heaven and earth, pressed it into the Void Sword, and then used the sword intent of the slash after the mutation to swing it out.

It is a very simple process, but Jingqing tried his best.

The continuous transformation of artistic conception made him run out of oil and lamps whether it was physical strength, mental power, or even spiritual power and experience, and with a little luck against the sky, he could swing such a sword.

However, Jing Qing is confident that after going through this process, it will not be difficult to use the same tricks in the future.

Although because of the Yangwen of the right arm, it cannot be used at will, which will cause the power of the sword move to drop a little, but it is also strong enough, and the challenge of leapfrogging is not a problem.

After all, Kenshin's talent is not a joke.

All the techniques and moves related to the sword can be mastered in the shortest possible time, even if the brain does not understand, the body has already memorized it.

Even, it can be perfectly manifested in actual combat.

"This sword is delicious enough."

"Now, it's time for you to rest."

The man was dressed in plain clothes, stepped on a light step, stepped forward, the hilt of the sword was just on his back, and with a slight knock, Jing Qing was knocked to the ground.

"I haven't seen it for five years, and the dragon master's swordsmanship is even more powerful."

The handsome young man immediately flew up from the huge rock on the side of the mountain, crossed the hanging river, and stepped on the mountain road that was destroyed by the sword qi.

"Who did I say, peeking facelessly on the side, it turned out to be Changyun, who had only gone out to practice for five years, why, the experience is over?"

"By the way, I heard that a few days ago, you fought with the successor of the Demon Sword Sect, how was the outcome of the battle?"

The man was obviously stunned, and then asked in a familiar tone.

"Master Long said with a smile, this time I returned to the sect, I was in charge of the edict of the five elders, and I was responsible for the conduct of this festival, and I came here for two small things, I didn't expect there to be an unexpected gain."

Step on it at will, crush the soil under your feet, and feel the stubborn sword qi remaining in it, and the strong artistic conception.

Changyun continued in an indifferent tone: "As for the son of the sect master of the Demon Sword Sect, his strength is barely enough, and with a matching top-level magic weapon, he can at least rank in the top ten among the sword cultivators of my sect. ”

"However, compared to this new junior brother of mine, he can only be regarded as scum, and there is nothing to say."

The man nodded and smiled slightly: "Heh! In charge of the festival? This is a lot of fun, after all, it is a grand ceremony of reincarnation every five hundred years. ”

"It's not too early to prepare more than ten years in advance, apprentice, do it well, command tens of thousands of monks, and sort out the inner gate area, which is also a kind of tempering for the state of mind."

The festival is regarded as a tradition of Tianmen, once every 500 years, it is grand and grand, in addition to the disciples of this sect to participate, there will be many large sects in Donglin and even other regions to come to watch the ceremony.

The life span of a monk is several times longer than that of a mortal, and such a matter that has a bearing on the face of the sect has taken more than ten years to prepare, which is nothing at all.

"It's nature."

"Summoned by the elder, I don't know if you are puzzled by Master Long, why would such a talented disciple as Senior Brother be handed over to you for guidance?"

Changyun smiled slightly, and what he said made the man frown.

He was indeed a little puzzled by this.

Although his swordsmanship and strength are strong enough, his own cultivation has been stuck in the middle of the Yuan Infant for some reason, and he has not been able to advance an inch for a hundred years.

This also makes his status much worse than before, and he can't participate in some important things in the door, so he can only take care of the water spirit veins on this hanging water mountain.

Why did the sect leave such a genius to himself for guidance this time?

You must know that among the Heavenly Gate, there are countless people who are stronger than themselves in terms of cultivation alone.

Even though the swordsmanship may be a little worse, it is better than himself, who has only taught one apprentice and has little experience in swordsmanship.