Now it seems that there is only one way to move the sword.

With a strange smile on his face, Jing Qing pinched his fingers, just like the smiling god and Buddha in the ancient legend, and slowly pulled down the qi sword on his sideburns.

The uncontrollable cold emanated from the top of the qi sword, firmly locking the mountain pillar.

"What a cold sword."

Yulin wrapped his arms around him, his face showed a different color, and he only felt that the qi sword appeared, and the temperature around him suddenly cooled down, and he actually had goosebumps on the skin exposed outside his dress.

Although this yin cold air is a little heavier, it is not like this, it penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and the spiritual consciousness and thoughts are about to be frozen.

Even himself, a monk who practiced ghost art and majored in killing Dao, also had a feeling of being frozen in ice.

"The sword is a killer, and it is naturally cold."

Jing Qing let out a faint sound, and the petite qi sword with two fingertips was handed forward.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! ”

Three soft sounds in a row, it seemed to be the sound of the sword weapon unsheathed, this weapon was only condensed by sword qi, but it had a unique power that only a divine weapon of the yin attribute possessed.

In just an instant, within three hundred meters of the sword blade, countless mosses withered and turned to ashes, and the air of death was permeated.

With a flash of brilliance in his eyes, Yulin used the spell, grabbed a ball of dead air, and sucked it to the tip of his nose.

The breath of death entered her nose, killing her life, making her face turn pale, and several huge ghosts, who couldn't bear it anymore, struggled on her, and sucked out these death breaths with great greed.

Extremely surprised, and suppressed several fierce ghosts, Yu Lin couldn't help but ask: "What kind of swordsmanship is this, these dead qi are actually purer than the breath produced by many extreme yin dead places." ”

"Reverse kill the sword."

Jing Qing replied, and then kept silent. The terrifying sword aura continued to lock onto the mountain pillar in front of it.

In the last moment, the sound of the piano changed, and a kind of quiet aura like a landscape also fell on Jingqing's body. The-for-tat confrontation with the sword qi brought by the pressure made him have to be cautious.

Thousands of meters apart, the two qi with completely different characteristics are deadlocked together, and there is no room for retreat between them.

There is no doubt that Senior Brother Zhong Lang on the mountain pillar has also been aroused and is making a tentative move.

Kakaka!

At the intersection of the qi and the machine, it seemed to be shattered glass, and black ripples appeared, and the space was almost penetrated.

After a moment, Jing Qing first lost his patience.

Jian Xiu is the heaviest attacker, and he has always defended like a shield, which is not his style.

He suddenly spoke: "Senior Brother Zhong Lang, I was introduced by Senior Sister Yulin, just to ask for a bottle of Dingfeng wine, there is still an injured person here who is in a hurry to get injured, you and I are so consumed, it's not a thing." ”

The sound accompanied the sword, resounding through the sky and spreading to the top of the mountain pillar.

The next moment later, I heard a chuckle coming from the mountain pillar, a deep and simple voice, and said, "Then this junior brother, how are you doing?" I'm not going to let me serve the spirit wine with both hands for no reason. ”

"How dare you, junior brother."

Tilting his head, Jing Qing raised the blade of the qi sword, and smiled all over his face: "I just ask my senior brother to take me a few swords, if you think that my swords are of acceptable level, you will be soft-hearted and give me a bottle on credit." ”

As soon as the words fell, the majestic sword intent suppressed the Quartet, and it was extremely domineering, expelling all the spiritual energy, and rendering this half of the world into a world of swords.

And Jingqing is the master of this world, ruling everything.

"Close to Dacheng's sword intent, okay, junior brother, you have this qualification, and you are limited to ten moves."

Zhong Lang was silent for a moment, and in response to Jingqing's agreement, the clear and ethereal sound of the piano also became heavy, with a little more of the murderous aura of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

"Senior brother is really fast-talking, so let's take the sword."

Without hesitation, Jing Qing immediately swung his qi sword, thousands of meters away, and slashed away.

"Click!"

The qi sword shattered suddenly, and the brilliant sword light, rolling up the dead qi in all directions, shook the sky, light and elegant, like a meteor chasing the moon, falling towards the mountain pillar.

Reverse killing swordsmanship is also a very famous swordsmanship in the sword house, once it is moved, it directly points to the origin of life and death.

"Good swordsmanship."

Zhong Lang's voice is still as calm as ever, but the sound of the piano is getting higher and higher, endless.

The sound of the strings was clear, and the sound was like a violent wind, sprinkling the ocean, bending the hundreds of trees on the mountain pillars, and hitting the sword qi just right, like a knife that broke water, interrupting the flood of sword qi in an instant.

"Boom!"

In the sword qi that was cut off by the sound of the qin, the air of death was calm, and the shadow of a bewitching demon loomed in it, born out, dancing with the music of the qin, the face could not be seen clearly, but the figure was extremely charming.

"My sword, naturally, is good."

Smiling proudly, Jing Qing's fingers hooked slightly, attracting the sword momentum, and there seemed to be an invisible silk thread tied to his hand, full of the heaviness of the mountains.

With a pure body, perform swordsmanship.

Ten years of the Sword Mansion, he fed on sword qi every day, thirsty for hard water, Jing Qing's body has long been tempered to the limit, and it is hard enough to afford most of the power of swordsmanship.

"Yin Yang Immortal Demon Sword."

As soon as the sword came out, another white-dressed celestial girl, just like a reflection in the water, appeared at the feet of the witch.

One yin and one yang, one demon and one immortal, one life and one death, while opposing and hostile to each other, they are interdependent and indispensable.

"Senior brother, be careful, the first two swords are just preludes, and this third sword is the main meal."

The sound of the word meal fell, less than a thousandth of an instant, a silver match, has risen into the air, the waist of the long sword, hidden for more than ten years, the first time out of the sheath.

The Celestial Witches and Witches are all phantoms, dissipating like bubbles.

Only a large amount of pure yang and pure yin qi remained, blending together, an indescribable supreme force, born in the center of yin and yang qi.

"Inside."

"I really can't imagine that there is still such a disciple hidden in my Tianmen, and his artistic conception has entered the hall."

"The most important thing is that he is still so young and has full potential to move up to a higher level."

The hut on the mountain pillar, sitting cross-legged on a futon, with an elegant temperament, a man playing the scorched tail guqin, his fingers stiffened, hooked the strings, and his heart was full of shock, extremely shocked, and hidden a little excitement.

Throwing down the guqin, Zhong Lang got up, walked out of the hut, reached out and pinched a leaf blown off by the wind, and exhaled and played.

The music is crisp and cheerful, without the elegant and lonely sound of the piano, but there are more intoxicating charms of the mountains and rivers, high and low rhymes, tactful and free, and natural.

A kind of artistic conception emerges in the sound of music.

Zhong Lang was intoxicated with the song, forgetting everything, and the music was suddenly high, like cliffs and waves crashing on the shore, and the aftermath was even more twists and turns.

"This is Senior Brother Zhong's way of mountains and rivers, the sound of heaven and earth."

Yulin licked his lips and couldn't help but remind: "Senior brother, be careful, if you are drawn by this music and lose the initiative, you will definitely lose." ”

"Thank you for your concern, but I think I still have some chances of winning."

Jing Qing smiled brightly and was full of confidence.

The slashing sword slashed down, and in the yin and yang qi, the peerless sword qi that had been nurturing for a long time finally took shape at this moment, and slashed out towards the sound of music in the sky.