On his right arm, a violent aura fluctuated violently.

In the man's hand, the qi sword formed by the gathering of spiritual energy was instantly shaken open and dispersed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jing Qing did not retreat but advanced, and took a step forward.

Slashed the blade of the sword, resisted the man's artistic conception, turned into a swift sword light, and stabbed towards his throat.

"This is what the elders are talking about? Born with divine scripts, engraved on the flesh, there is only this bit of power? ”

"This is such a rare chance to be blind in vain, presumably this text is crying."

The man pursed his lips disdainfully, and his body shook strangely, and he was already in a blind corner that Jingqing's sword could not reach.

At the same time, with one hand, he bent his fingers downward, and it was already flicked on the side of the spine of the slashing sword.

A cunning sword aura suddenly spread out on the sword body.

Jing Qing's arm was crisp, and the right arm that was swinging the sword involuntarily shifted outward, stabbing the air beside him.

"Hey, what should I say about you, everything you have learned and understood is a first-class stunt, but none of them can really enter the house, you are too impatient."

"The so-called artistic conception is not something that can be used after comprehension, the so-called strength, not that you can exert it when you achieve it, you have potential, but there are many things that you lack."

The man's palm shook, and an air sword condensed and formed again, slapped Jing Qing's face fiercely, and slashed at Jing Qing's right arm.

"Ding!"

The qi sword was shocked, and it was disturbed by the positive divine text on his right arm halfway and collapsed.

"Good opportunity."

Jing Qing gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

With that salty smell, the artistic conception of the streamer rose again, breaking through the man's suppression, and the instinct to perceive everything, so that Jing Qing easily grasped the fighter.

The terrible sword light all erupted, and countless rays of phosgene suddenly appeared in an area within a radius of 100 meters, flowing wantonly, converging into a long river of sword qi, silently slashing towards the man's back.

Just in an instant, the edge of the sword qi was less than half a foot away from the man's back.

Qi Concealment.

It is a means of hiding sword qi in objects and carrying out a sneak attack after being touched by others, and it can also be used to make traps.

But for Jing Qing, who has comprehended the artistic conception of the streamer, the use has become broader.

Hiding the faint sword qi in the sky and controlling it with the sword technique of the Three Thousand Stars Sword, it can instantly gather when necessary, and burst out with unimaginable power.

Jing Qing knew that he was not the opponent of this titular master as early as the beginning.

So not long ago, it was not in vain to desperately fight against the sword, but also to hide the sword qi that was scattered and overflowing by the man, in order to take some advantage.

"Interesting idea, the power is not bad, but this kind of sneak attack method is not the right way to kendo."

The man chuckled.

He had just turned around because Yang Wen interfered with the aura.

In a hurry, he couldn't completely offset Jing Qing's sword qi, so he could only let the remaining qi force him back.

At this point, this was the first time that the men had retreated.

"Phew, who said it wasn't the right way?"

Jing Qing spat out a mouthful of blood foam, although the man's qi sword just now, although it was disturbed by Yang Wen, it also hurt the body, and at this moment, inside the body, the spiritual power was constantly running out.

Fortunately, the foundation of his own cultivation is deep, and Yang Wen is constantly gathering yang attribute aura, instinctively repairing Jing Qing's body, and reluctantly pressing it down.

This person is really strong in battle, if he comes to the real thing, he is afraid that he will be killed in an instant, and there will be no scum left.

It is worthy of being the master chosen by Tianmen for himself, and he is really powerful.

However, if he admits defeat because of this, he doesn't dare to fight, but it's not his character.

A true swordsman, no matter how desperate the situation is, the sword in his hand will not waver in the slightest.

Jing Qing exhaled deeply, the sky lines on his forehead were shining, and the phantom of the Ouroboros appeared, forcibly expelling the artistic conception spiritual sense left by the man in the sword, so that the long sword in his hand remained pure.

Then, the sword blade of the slashing void was horizontal, Jing Qing's heart had no distracting thoughts, his mind was in his mind, and he kept it transparent, faintly resonating with the slashing sword spirit.

Man and sword, too, at this moment, merge into one, regardless of each other.

"Oh, that's how fun it is."

The man's eyes lit up, and an excitement that had not emerged for a long time surged in his heart.

Human sword resonance, this is not an ordinary state.

Even if he is himself, he has been cultivating swords for hundreds of years, and the long sword in his hand has accompanied him for most of his life, drinking countless blood, and he can only be in this state and has never penetrated deeply.

This is the real swordsman.

This kind of battle is interesting.

Give such an apprentice to yourself*, hehe, those old guys from the sect, this time they are quite wise.

The man laughed, and with the crisp sound of the sword for a lifetime, a blue and dark long sword with a length of two feet and an inch suddenly appeared in his hand.

The long sword, which was as cold and bright as autumn water, for some reason, made Jing Qing smell a thick blood, as if what was reflected on the sword was not sunlight, but scarlet blood.

"In that case, I'll be a little serious, be careful, don't be crippled!"

"Cut."

Jing Qing stepped on the ground with both feet, stepping on the steps of the Demon Dragon Turning the Sky Fist.

Like a swimming dragon, the whole person roared and folded forward, flickering and flickering, as if hidden in the clouds.

However, the slash in his hand exuded a striking sword light, like a streamer, speeding in the fog.

The artistic conception of climbing, colliding, and the confrontation to the death, turned into substance, repelling the surrounding air, and the aura was shattered and chaotic.

"Dangdang......"

Six swords in a row, Jing Qing's attack was random and casual, the man guarded it without leaking, sword after sword, and in the end, I didn't know who attacked and who defended.

I can only see the sword shadows, constantly colliding, one has not dissipated, the other has been connected, the sword shadow and the sword shadow overlap each other, I don't know the reality.

Not to mention the sword blade entity, it was the huge force that collided with each other, which also caused this land to crack into countless huge deep scars and spread outward.

The staggered rooms are as dense as a spider's web.

This kind of sword pair is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be taken advantage of by the other party.

Fortunately, Jing Qing's artistic conception of streamers and control everything in the three-foot space around him enabled him to persevere in this kind of hand-to-hand combat where subtlety and tragedy coexist.

"Okay, it's been a long time since anyone had the guts to fight like me."

"Be careful, I'm going to speed up, I have to keep up."

Haha laughed, the man's sword speed suddenly increased by thirty percent.

The sword shadows in the sky converged again at this moment, and along a mysterious trajectory, penetrating Jing Qing's sword.

"Don't think about it."

Desperately urge the artistic conception of the streamer.

The man's rapid sword shadow gradually became clear in Jing Qing's eyes, and a brilliant sword aura of light came out through the sword, blocking the man's sword.

"It's not going to work!"

Five crisp sounds in a row, and there seemed to be only one, Jingqing forced his potential to the limit.

Almost at the same moment, he slashed out five times, and desperately swung the Biyu long sword away.