But the problem is that these martial arts artistic conceptions are not a threat to Ling Chuxi, who has ancient sword intent, but can help Ling Chuxi better comprehend.

"Misunderstanding, joking? Unfortunately, I'm not interested in joking with you. Ling Chuxi's face turned cold, and he directly slashed at He Busi with a cangyuan sword technique.

This old man belongs to a donkey, and he coaxes and smokes away. If you want him to speak well, maybe he will start to surrender and admit defeat again, and you have to give him a little bitterness to taste, and he will know that he is desperate.

He Busi didn't expect Ling Chuxi to be so decisive, he didn't give him a chance to explain at all, and it was a killing move at once, and he was so frightened that he almost didn't jump up.

He had already experienced the power of Cangyuan's swordsmanship once, how dare he be careless, with a twist of his wrist, he stabbed towards Ling Chuxi with a lightning draw.

This sword, whether it is speed, angle, or the use of vitality, is extremely wonderful, if it can be promoted to the grandmaster, even if it is only the early stage, I am afraid it will not be weaker than Ling Gusong in the middle of the Tian Yuan.

Of course, with his temperament, he didn't have the courage to do anything with Ling Gusong with that kind of strength.

"Sure enough, it belongs to a donkey, so I have to pump it away." Seeing He Busi's sword, Ling Chuxi's eyes lit up, the sword intent of this sword was not even worse than the sword intent of those ancient powerhouses, this old man really had an expectation, but he was a little timid.

Ling Chuxi's sword blade turned, and the second sword and the third sword of Cangyuan Sword Technique shot in turn, with the first sword alone, there was really no way to take He Busi.

Feeling the earth-shattering sword might, He Busi thought that Ling Chuxi had really moved the killing machine, and he didn't even have the heart to admit defeat, and he tried his best to fight to the death, and the sword intent that was light, heroic, or simple came one after another.

Ling Chuxi secretly sighed in his heart the vastness of this old guy's sword intent, and while immersed in that sword intent, a bright light flashed in his mind, and he comprehended the ancient sword intent.

At the same time, in a valley not far away, the same sword aura was surging into the sky, and the two people in the battle were naturally Ling Gusong and Huangfu Qingjue, who had left the camp a moment earlier.

Under the agitation of the sword qi of the Grandmaster realm, bursts of thunder roared from time to time in the valley, and huge mountain stones were covered with cobwebs, and as soon as the night wind passed, they turned into pieces of rubble and cracked, and even the small peaks under their feet were razed to the ground.

Standing on top of the ruins, looking at Huangfu Qingjue's graceful and abundant posture as if walking in a painting, Ling Gusong became more and more frightened the more he fought: the descendants of the God-Emperor family, Huangfu Qingjue is indeed the descendant of the God-Emperor family!

Although Huangfu Qingjue seemed to have the same strength as himself on the surface, both of them were in the middle of the Tianyuan Dynasty, but Ling Gusong's tangible sword qi, which was known for its calmness and heaviness, and was known as indestructible, could not resist Huangfu Qingjue's extremely sharp sword qi at all.

Although it was only a sword qi condensation, under the intersection, there was a clear sound like the impact of stainless steel, and Ling Gusong was hit back again and again, and his face was even more ugly and ugly.

"Why haven't you done it yet?" Ling Gusong struggled to resist the Emperor's sword qi while keeping an eye on the movement in the direction of the camp. The longer he fought with Huangfu Qing, the more uneasy he became, if he wasn't bent on getting rid of Ling Chuxi and getting the Cold Moon Palace, he really wanted to take away his sword and go away now.

Finally, a raging flame rose into the sky, even from such a distance, Ling Gusong could still feel the terrifying high temperature contained in the fire curtain like a waterfall, and the faint blue fire halo made him palpitate even more. One