That acquaintance, named Changlong, is a person from Tianmen, and he is also a sword cultivator.

Two hundred years ago, she came to the Fire Spirit Sect to help her, who was weak at that time, defeat Ming Lie and ascend to the position of sect master.

The most important thing is that a few days ago, when he was not in the early stage of his cultivation, he climbed the mountain again to visit.

The sword was not unsheathed, and with only the qi sword, he defeated himself in three moves.

Thinking back to that day, the unpredictable sword, Ming Ruo was ashamed of the fear in his heart, and was gritting his teeth, but suddenly sensed a sword intent rising in the distance.

"This sword intent, junior brother is here."

Jiang Liu straightened his waist and wiped his hand in the void.

A jade talisman fluttered and fell into his hand, grinning on his face, pale from injury.

Yulin, on the other hand, was wearing a flaming long dress, and looked back at Zhang Bing not far away, her lips and teeth moved slightly, and then she hugged Fluttershy and looked into the distance seriously.

Zhang Bing noticed Yulin's lips, and was embarrassed in his heart, and his qi and blood were tumbling endlessly in his body.

That Yan Wu Feather Dress, in the entire Fire Spirit Sect, was also a good magic weapon, and now it was actually won by the juniors of other sects in his hands.

It's a shame.

If it is known to the disciples of the sect, where is the majesty of this punishment elder?

With a "grunt", Zhang Bing swallowed a concentrating pill and barely stopped his emotions.

In the sky above the Fire Spirit Sect, there is something that kills people.

Thinking of this, his hand was faintly painful.

Although the skin and flesh on his hands were healed under the action of the elixir, all the tendons and veins were burned, and it was difficult to reshape.

Suddenly, he raised his head and stared at the top of the Death Table.

Only a "boom" was heard, and some weak floating prohibitions were pierced by several sharp sword qi falling from the sky.

A long sword fell through the gap and pierced into the Deadstand.

"Wow!"

Along the gap, Jing Qing stepped out, with one hand, pulled it out and slashed it, and threw out a cold sword shadow.

Then he raised his lips, smiled slightly, and pointed his sword at the five people standing in the audience:

"I'm coming."

"Five of you, whoever goes first."

As soon as these words came out, the entire courtyard was silent.

Some disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect who were stupid by nature were about to open their mouths to scold, saying who do you think you are? How dare you be so crazy on my sect's territory.

But just as they spoke, a kind of mysterious and mysterious majestic momentum overwhelmed them.

The words are clearly on his lips, but he can't spit them out at all.

"Very strong sword intent."

"Gao Wu, go, find out his catties."

Under the desperate stage, the Jindan monk Xie Jun who was in the lead was slightly silent, and then opened his mouth to interrupt the silence.

"Senior brother, don't worry, it's just the artistic conception, and I will too."

A young man standing on the far left walked up to the death platform in response, and with a flick of his hand, a slender and sharp, conical steel thorn with fire patterns all over his body appeared in his hand.

"The Split Fire Thorn, a blade created with the legendary Divine Soldier Splitting Water Thorn as a template, and I also ask the senior brother of Tianmen to give me one or two."

As the words fell, Gao Wu didn't wait for Jing Qing to reply, he had already carried the fiery red fire thorn and stabbed straight away.

A thorn flickered, and along the trajectory of the thorn tip, two flames were generated out of thin air, as if they were separated, forming a surging wave of fire that rolled towards Jingqing.

And in this flame, Gao Wu seemed like a fish in water, with strange footwork under his feet, his body was ethereal, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the ethereal figure resurfaced in the sea of fire, numbering hundreds and thousands, distorted and changing.

"Artistic conception? It's funny, even my five senses are blinded. ”

The eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and even the spiritual sense, were also shrouded in monstrous flames, and Jing Qing pouted indifferently.

This means, he can break in at least three ways.

If nothing else, the left eye is enough to see through all the falsehood and go straight to the truth.

However, now that everyone is watching, it is better to use other means.

Thinking like this, the artistic conception of the streamer spread to the space three feet in front of Jing Qing's body in an instant.

Every ray of flames, every trace of breeze, and even the distribution of the strength and weakness of the aura, these things that ordinary people can't perceive, are all in his grasp.

Even if he couldn't see Gao Wu's figure, when Gao Wu stabbed him with a fire thorn, the trace or anything didn't matter.

Concentrating his spirit, Jing Qing suddenly sensed that in the direction of his left side, a sharp breath was piercing him.

Raising the long sword, he slashed downward, and the sword cut a round arc in his hand, skillfully slashing towards the place where the edge attacked.

"Bang!"

The blades struck each other, and the fire thorns appeared.

Jing Qing was unrelenting, and with a turn of sword light, he slashed down with a powerful sword.

The slash was transformed into thousands of sword lights, and the sword qi that was a hundred times sharper than the spikes burst out.

The bright sword light knocked the fire thorn into the air, striking the prohibition.

Then, on the desperate platform, the tumbling waves of fire suddenly collapsed, turned into thousands of pieces, and disappeared without a trace like foam.

Gao Wu, who also had blood foaming in his mouth, appeared on Jingqing's left side, slumped to the ground, his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he was wondering how Jingqing could see through his whereabouts.

At this moment, there was silence in the entire courtyard, and the disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect present all looked stunned, looking at Jing Qing and Gao Wu.

How did this stop lose so quickly?

Gao Wu is the cultivation of the pinnacle of foundation building!

Practicing illusion, and comprehending the extremely difficult meaning of fire concealment, coupled with the strange treasure fire thorn, even if the cultivation is a few points higher than him, it is impossible to be seen through.

What's more, the sword cultivator on the stage is only in the middle stage of foundation building.

Ming Ruo sat on the throne and clenched his palms, just as hard to believe.

As the Yuanying Monk and the former owner of the Flame Splitting Thorn, she knew better than anyone present that Gao Wu's strength was strong in actual combat.

I thought that even if he was defeated, he would be able to cause damage to the sword cultivation of Tianmen, and at the worst of all, he could completely force out his hole cards and create an advantage for the battle below.

But who would have thought that under this guy's sword, Gao Wu would be as vulnerable as a child.

"Hmm, it turns out that those flames are all illusions, your strength is good, but it's not enough."

Jing Qing smiled slightly.

In the past few years in Tianmen, he has always believed in low-key cultivation, but at some point, he was also contaminated with an inexplicable arrogance.

Especially now, standing on this iron platform.

His blood was boiling, he was extremely excited, and his heart turned into a mirror, as clear as ice crystals.

The realm of clear insight, which I have worked so hard to achieve, is so vivid at this moment.

So he needs to fight, a hearty and hands-free fight.

Therefore, he naturally spoke: "If your senior brothers and sisters are about the same strength as you, it will be too boring." ”

"Hey, a few people in the audience, let's go up together."