"Very good, very good, take me another sword."

The sword in his ears was ringing, ready to go, and Jing Qing's eyes were full of joy and persistent fighting spirit.

Wisps of silky sword qi wrapped around the broken gap of the Qingfeng Sword and blended together to form a translucent sharp sword blade.

Swinging the sword horizontally, the sword light bloomed, and the No. 8 puppet also raised his sword to resist.

The sword is tragic, there is no subtle change, only the extreme strength and sharpness, and the extreme speed.

"Boom!"

The Qingfeng long sword shook, and the momentum of breaking through the giant knife was like a bamboo, and it flew and inserted it into the stone wall not far away.

Without any obstacles, the vast sword qi drove straight in like a tide, swept forward, and the sword qi overflowed, engulfing the body of the No. 8 puppet in an instant.

The entire chest and abdomen of the No. 8 puppet was completely torn into thumb-sized iron filings by the fierce sword qi, leaving only a huge head and legs, barely intact.

"Strange."

Putting away the sword and sitting on the puppet's remnant body, the golden feather landed on Jing Qing's body, gently pecking at his hair, as if he was a little afraid of the tragic sword momentum just now.

Jing Qing was not happy about the victory, but was very puzzled.

The second knife of the No. 8 puppet is not strong, even weak and pitiful.

If the first knife is as dignified as a mountain, making people have to avoid the edge of the knife, then the second knife is purely relying on huge brute force to swing the knife.

The gap between the two cannot be described in words.

"That's it, anyway, I won."

After thinking about it, he couldn't find the reason, Jing Qing simply put the doubt behind him, and an excited smile appeared on his face.

The giant knife, still stuck in the stone wall at the moment, has not disappeared.

This knife is definitely at the level of a top-level magic weapon, and it is extremely huge, and it uses more materials than other magic weapons.

Even if you can't find a suitable person to buy and sell, you can directly throw it into the shop pù opened by the sect, and you can earn a lot of spar. Basically, you don't have to worry about the cost of cultivation for the next year.

"Tsk, I said why is there such a big movement, it turns out that the junior brother actually killed it, the puppet of the eighth strongest in this year, it's really amazing."

"Presumably, the younger generation of newcomers will respect their juniors and younger brothers."

A black shadow came through the air, holding an unusually familiar red spirit sword in his right hand, and a wicked smile on his face that could not be concealed.

It's not Yulin, who is it?

The stingy woman came to the door as promised.

Jing Qing took the golden feather back into the beast bag.

It is not an adult, and it has comprehended the natural powers of the Golden Silk Fire Dove, but it cannot participate in this level of battle.

"Senior brother, if you are as smart as you, you should always know why your senior sister is here."

"Senior sister, I won't bully you, your sword has been broken, just use this one."

Looking at Jing Qing's movements, Yulin squinted his eyes and glanced at him with contempt, and his tone was solemn:

"Draw the sword, if you win this time, I will present ten congenital fetal tonifying pills and three bottles of tiger marrow forging bone paste, if you can't, hum, the knife belongs to me, and you have to obediently lie on the bed for three months."

As soon as the words fell, the fiery red fire spirit sword in his hand came out of his hand and shot into the rock beside Jing Qing.

Jing Qing smiled bitterly, pulled out the fire spirit sword beside him, the sword heart was clear and naturally communicated with the sword weapon, and immediately felt a familiar blood flowing in the sword.

"Forged with the bones of a golden filigree, this sword belongs to Bai Lin, I don't know if he ...... What's going on now. ”

Recalling Bai Lin's fierce battle intent outside the cave, Jing Qing was speechless, withdrew the Fire Spirit Sword from its scabbard, and held the Qingfeng Sword again.

In terms of grade, the Fire Spirit Sword has to win the Qingfeng Sword by a few points, but after all, it has been warmed by Bai Lin with his own essence and blood, which does not match his own breath.

And the spirituality itself is not stimulated, it is just a sharp weapon.

Jing Qing used it, but his own strength could not be exerted to the fullest.

"Who would pay attention to where their men would faint, but you decided to use this broken Qingfeng sword? Then don't blame me for bullying you. ”

The phantom flashed, Yulin's had disappeared in place, and Jing Qing subconsciously swung his sword forward.

With a "ding" sound, a huge force was transmitted from the sword.

"It's good to be able to react, take me again."

A simple style of Zhan Ge phantom appeared in the void, rusty and dry blood spots, but it looked very cold.

"Today, use your sword to hone my killing path."

"Bingge!"

Yulin opened his palm, and the phantom of Zhan Ge was like a real thing, falling into his hand, with a fierce and bloody aura, which suddenly made Jing Qing feel like he had come to the battlefield to fight.

"Woo."

Tie Ge danced, and the roar was like the soul of the battlefield crying, and his body was churning, like an evil dragon overturning the river and the sea, rising to the sky.

"Wow!"

As fast as lightning, Zhan Ge suddenly burst out with a terrible roar, rolling up the killing aura of Bing Ge, as if he was alive, breaking through the layers of void and slashing towards the Jingqing Face Gate.

Jing Qing's expression was solemn, and his body retreated sharply.

The Qingfeng sword in his hand was stabbed out without hesitation, and a sword point was at the opponent's attack, and the weakest place revealed the sword qi.

A simple straight stab, ordinary, but bold and ruthless to the extreme.

The whirlpool-like killing qi was instantly dispersed by a sword, and the phantom of Zhan Ge also let out a golden iron roar, even more ethereal, as if it would disperse in the next moment.

"Haha, very good, only this kind of battle can hone my killing path more purely."

"The power of a stripe."

Yu Lin's hand trembled slightly, but his face showed extreme joy, smiling happily, the heavenly pattern ink rose painted on his forehead was shining, and a huge rune drilled out and merged into the phantom of Zhan Ge.

An even more terrifying killing intent emerged, and Jing Qing suddenly felt that Yulin at this moment was extremely dangerous.

"Hey, are you sure you're just trying to teach me a lesson? And not kill me? ”

Jing Qing smiled bitterly, but in Yulin's attack range, there was no possibility of escaping at all, so he could only swing his sword to resist.

It's just that.

In the previous battle with Puppet Eight, the injuries he suffered were once again unstable.

The lungs were concussed and bleeding, and several ribs were broken, although they were suppressed by spiritual power, and they took some healing elixirs, but I really don't know how long they can last.

"Boom, boom!"

The war danced wildly, the wind was like a knife, and it raged wildly.

With Yulin as the center, the stone pillars beside him exploded one after another, and everywhere they went, they were like paper paste, and they couldn't resist a single bit.

The manic killing intent spread even more, and the tiny creatures living in the cave left one after another, and even those prohibitions hidden everywhere were opened, flashing with light.

Jing Qing was calm, wielding the Qingfeng Sword to protect his body, dodging Yulin's edge, and from time to time he shot out a sword qi, piercing into the murderous whirlpool.

Sword fighting, sent? Qiang's voice, the speed of the two is extremely fast, one sword and one fight, fighting each other.

"Ding......

Zhan Ge smashed down on his head, Jing Qing struggled to resist, and suddenly his arm was numb, and a trace of violent and cold murderous aura passed into Jing Qing's body along the sword body.