"Heh, is it very powerful, this time the two sword intents are connected well."

"But that's not enough."

The majestic aura gathered, but in the snap of his fingers, the blue and dark long sword suddenly revealed a deep green glow.

However, in Jing Qing's eyes, the green light turned into scarlet blood, flowing on the sword's body.

The domineering and tragic sword seems to carry death, and the arrogant and unreasonable swordsmanship idea has been engraved on Jingqing's mind as early as the moment the sword is not cut off.

Syllable.

The sword blade of the man's mind slashed fiercely into the sea of knowledge.

The sharp sword intent set off a monstrous wave, causing the originally stable sea of consciousness to burst into the gaps, and the spiritual consciousness that was scattered everywhere was turbulent and dissipated by the sword intent.

With just one sword, Jing Qing damaged one-third of his spiritual sense, and while his headache was splitting, the recovery speed of his spiritual sense was also greatly slowed down.

At this time, the man's sword edge was less than three inches away from him.

It only takes another moment to cut himself off, and the magic robe on his body can't even stop him for a moment.

"Bastard!"

Faintly aware of the transcendence of the man's sword, Jing Qing bit the tip of his tongue and stimulated his depressed spirit.

The pace of the Demon Dragon's Heavenly Fist moved, and wind and clouds appeared out of thin air under his feet, Jing Qing's body was like a slippery loach, swimming back and forth, almost rubbing the blade of the sword, dangerous and dangerous, sliding past the man's sword, and the magic robe on his body was also cut, extremely embarrassed.

The man looked at Jing Qing's footsteps with some surprise, and did not pursue: "My sword has fifty-six changes, blocking all the dodging paths in front of you, and it also contains the artistic conception attack I realized, you can dodge, it's really good." ”

"Cut."

After shaking his body, he could stand firmly, and Jing Qing's praise of the man did not produce the slightest bit of joy.

Such praise is simply a kind of irony for him who is embarrassed.

"Hey, I don't think you have much strength, forget it today, and fight next time you break through."

Yawned lazily, the man lowered the sword in his hand, and was about to take it back, but he heard Jing Qing say: "No, you and I have to fight another sword"

"What, you still want to beg for abuse? All right. ”

The man raised his sword with great interest and pointed at Jing Qing: "I want to see what kind of sword you can wield now." ”

"Whew!"

For the man's sarcasm, Jing Qing did not get angry, but breathed steadily, striving for every second of time, and recovering his strength.

Because of his weakness, the other party has such qualifications.

If you want the other party to stop the angry ridicule, you can only use the sword in your hand to seal his mouth, which is the personality of Jian Xiu.

Calm and concentrate, the mind communicates with the sword spirit of slashing the void, and the four artistic conceptions rise one after another.

"Oh, or these four artistic conceptions, do you want to continue to mix and superimpose?"

"It's useless, before you really grasp the essence of those artistic conceptions, if you want to really mix and superimpose, it's simply wishful thinking and flaws."

"Wait!"

The man sensed the breath rising from Jing Qing's body.

After a while, his eyes suddenly became a little solemn, and he felt instinctively, and now the artistic conception that appeared on Jing Qing's body was not quite right.

The next moment, the sword in Jing Qing's eyes shone brightly, and a sword was swung out, and the slash in his hand also echoed lightly.

With the illusion of the divine text of the right arm, a large amount of heaven and earth aura broke away and gathered towards the Void Sword, and even some of the aura controlled by the man was constantly stirring and almost broke away.

The formless and substantial sword qi devoured the sunlight, plunging the surroundings into darkness, and only the cold light on the blade of the sword was the only light.

When the sunlight in the slashing void is saturated and can no longer be absorbed, the sword technique changes instantly.

"Phaseless Pure Yang Sword"

Countless tiny rays of light were violently released, and each sword qi of light was covered with a faint sword intent, making it have an extremely sharp edge.

"Zheng!" With a bang, the sword qi gathered and turned into a sharp white line, twisting and tearing open the void and slashing towards the man.

"Oh, this sword, it's very interesting."

There was another "clang" sound of the sword, and the man's sword was already on the white line.

Immediately, his figure exploded, and for the first time, his face showed a look of surprise instead of mockery.

This sword is very strange.

It's so strong that he can't break it at will in a gesture.

It's really funny.

What kind of techniques did this kid use, the artistic conception of the imperial envoy, so that he could make his not very clever and comprehend the shallow artistic conception to this point?

Rumble!

The sword qi transformed by the light rushed endlessly, and the ground under the man's feet completely collapsed.

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At this moment, ten miles away, on a rugged mountain road.

A beautiful young man is walking slowly and methodically towards the Hanging Water Mountain in the distance.

Although handsome as jade, with a smile.

But that beautiful face gives people the feeling of extreme indifference, as if the things of the whole world can't leave traces on his heart.

Again, it's like, it's a dead man's face, delicate, but lifeless.

Suddenly, the young man stopped, and with a pair of cold eyes, he looked at the mountain wrapped by the river not far away.

"This sword qi belongs to the dragon master, and the other one who competes against each other and doesn't want to let it go, could it be my new junior brother?"

"This sword intent is really good."

A strange color flashed in his eyes, and the young man tapped his toes on the ground, and his body instantly turned from slow to fast, and he took a few vertical leaps.

It didn't fly, but the speed was definitely not slow, and in a few moments, it was already across dozens of miles of mountain road, stepping on a rock halfway up the mountain wall.

From this distance, with the help of the river floating in mid-air, a sword aura reflecting the sun clearly appeared in his eyes.

The slender sword qi like the light, although there is only one, fills a small world, giving people a momentum of ten thousand swords, but the charm of the sword qi is ethereal and ethereal, weird and unpredictable.

"Awesome."

Shocked inexplicably, the young man subconsciously squinted his eyes, and casually compared the mysterious sword move sword style in his hand, competing against the amazing sword in his mind.

No, it's not too difficult to avoid its edge and dodge this sword, but if you want to break it, you always feel that something is missing.

Yes, this sword is like light, pervasive, no matter how much you resist, it can be immediately transformed into a corresponding killing move, with my current realm, if you want to break it, you must break it with force.

It's really terrifying, the spirituality in this swordsmanship has completely surpassed most swordsmen, and even, it is not weaker than himself.

Hehe, I really want to see what kind of performance those conceited swordsmanship and talent guys have to show when they see this kid!

Seeing that he has been practicing hard for decades and has not yet touched the realm of the way, he is now easily used by a "child" who is no more than double ten, and even competes with the sword of the dragon master.

Is it ashamed to die, find a crack in the ground to drill, and never dare to use a sword, or directly wipe your neck to commit suicide?

Faintly, the young man's indifferent eyes lit up slightly, and he seemed to have two more points of anger, and the corners of his mouth were also hanging, with a bloodthirsty smile.

"I really want to, draw my sword."

"If you kill him, if you want to come to your own kendo, it will be stronger."