Time is often not to reminisce about two people who don't know each other, and the man opposite them was just stunned for a moment, then reacted and slashed at the two with an axe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ji Qing and the woman were both very quick to react, flashing left and right, and the black smelly axe weighing a thousand catties slashed on the ground, making a crack in the gray land.

Ji Qing looked at the woman, and the woman happened to look at Ji Qing, obviously the black and white sense couldn't see the look of the woman's eyes, but she clearly knew what the woman meant.

Tacit understanding, sometimes it's as simple as that, you don't need to get along with thousands of years of feelings, and you don't need the same blood flowing in your body.

Ji Qing showed a smiling expression, she held the wooden sword in her hand and turned her back on the woman, dealing with the demon cultivators except for the leading man. The leader was temporarily surrounded by a bewitching woman.

Although Ji Qing didn't know the man's cultivation, he could probably infer a vague cultivation from his attack, which should be the eighth layer of qi training, and the woman's cultivation was similar to hers, it should be the sixth layer of qi training.

Don't think about anything else, Ji Qing lifted the sword, the water blue spiritual power turned, the cold attached to the wooden sword, the wind broke at will, and the cold ice sword of the forgetful sword intent was definitely not something that ordinary demon cultivators could resist. Cultivation is under her, and one move can kill the opponent.

The sword intent is ruthless, and the sword aura is majestic!

It becomes a trend of breaking the wind, like a sway, straight to the sky.

The demon cultivator under the momentum opened his eyes wide in horror, his body stiffened, and he realized that his neck was bleeding like a torrent of blood.

It's not far from death.

His eyes were blurred, and his face receded with fear, only surprise.

"You, you ......"

But before the words were finished, he ran out of breath.

Ji Qing's face remained unchanged, the chill on his sword was even worse, and he dodged a treacherous attack with a light touch.

Holding swords and fighting, exchanging injuries for injuries, and using the most basic sword moves to send the wooden sword into the heart of the demon cultivator, at the same time, the strange weapon of the demon cultivator cut through the skin on Ji Qing's arm, and it flowed out to find the red blood mixed with black blood on a closer look.

Ji Qing snorted coldly, pulled out the wooden sword, and brought out a stream of blood, which happened to sprinkle on her white robe, like a blood-stained Shura.

This demon cultivator is higher than her, and she has never had the determination to exchange her life for her life, and death is just a matter of course.

After a while, the front of the dilapidated temple was bloody, the ground was full of corpses of demon cultivators, and Ji Qing also had many wounds on his body, large or small.

Only two women and one man stood in this quiet space.

The man's voice was angry: "You female sword cultivator is crazy, what are you doing with the affairs of the Demon Dao?!" ”

The demon cultivator woman laughed, it was a careless mockery, and she said to the man: "Look at your cowardly appearance, are you scared now?" ”

The woman is not a cold-hearted person, Ji Qing helped her, she naturally would not let Ji Qing be wronged. Not to mention...... She covered the wound on her left shoulder and stared at the man fiercely, this revenge that hurt her was bound to be avenged, and the man in front of her was, and so was the male sword cultivator of the Sword Sect.

The man snorted coldly: "I'm talking about that sanctimonious female sword cultivator, what are you going to do as a woman?" ”

Ji Qing pressed the right shoulder of the woman who wanted to speak, took a step forward, pointed at the man with a wooden sword, and there was a cold arc at the corner of her mouth, she said, "Crazy? How can you drive me crazy. ”

The blood-stained robe rose slightly with the master's words, and the black ribbon had already fallen in the fight, revealing those dark green eyes, lifeless but extremely beautiful.

However, the man who was 'watched' by Ji Qing only felt heavy and dead, and he was bluffed speechless for a while.

He didn't look over, he scolded himself a few times in his heart, how could he be frightened by a woman, or a woman whose cultivation was not as good as his own. He had obviously forgotten that the female demon cultivator who had frightened him was also a woman whose cultivation was not as good as his own.

The man calmed down and said, "I'm so arrogant, but a woman who turns her back on the righteous path and colludes with the devil's path dares to say these words, I'm afraid that without my hands, those monks who claim to be gentlemen on the righteous path will be able to devour you alive." ”

The woman who colluded with the demon path in the man's mouth still had the same expression, and the dark green eyes of the waveless looked at the terrifying-looking demon cultivator.

She raised her sword, and her sword intent moved with her heart.

The battle is imminent!

Ji Qing said: "Do a lot of talking, and fight a game." ”

In the final analysis, Ji Qing is a sword cultivator of the Sword Sect, and the style of the sword cultivator will not be polite to the demon cultivator who slanders him, and if he doesn't accept it, he will beat you to obey!

It's a sentence, don't accept it, come to war.

There wasn't much excitement, just a natural disobedience.

What can be avoided for the gap in cultivation, she has the intention of forgetting the sword, pinning her affection on the sword, which is a sharp weapon in the world.

What is the fear of the treacherous demon cultivation method, she has a sword, a sword to break the wind, and a sword to kill it.

Fighting spirit, she swung her sword and said to the woman, "Watch the battle from the sidelines." ”

The bloody clothes waved, the words fell, and Ji Qing raised his sword and stepped forward. The demon cultivators on the other side are also fighting with axes.

The wooden sword is extremely lightweight, although it is not sharp and affectionate, but it has the addition of forgetful sword intent, which is not much different from usual. The Forgetful Sword is against the Demon Cultivation Axe, one black and one brown, one slender and one thick, the two are comparable.

Ji Qing's right hand was in severe pain, and the manpower on the other side was really not ordinary.

The man was also surprised that this woman still had some means to resist his strength. However, the man sneered again, she was just a woman with low cultivation, how strong could she be, how could she resist his full blow.

The man increased his strength, and he was about to kill Ji Qing, Ji Qing was not false, one move did not work, so he changed to another trick, and used his strength to overcome the gang with softness is a common trick used by her gentle mother, and she naturally learned it well.

For a while, the two fought endlessly.

The hundred moves were fleeting, the demon cultivator's axe had already injured her, the blood was flowing down her waist, and the white inner disciple's uniform really became a bloody cloth. Her mind is a little chaotic, in the end, her cultivation is not enough, and her successor is powerless.

There was another black axe in front of her, Ji Qing's fingertips trembled slightly, her dark green godless eyes couldn't help but widen, her white teeth bitten, she swung her sword and changed the direction of the axe to unload the force, but it still fell on her left arm. Blood flowed out without question.

The man shouted, "It's just a fake trick." ”

Even so, the man swallowed his saliva and wiped the beads of sweat that had come out of the nervousness.

And Ji Qing's side is also uncomfortable, she knows that there is no benefit to going on like this, and the battle for too long is extremely disadvantageous to her. should be in a hurry, but now his mood has no fluctuations.

She seemed to be back in the small courtyard of the farmhouse of that day, and the sword dance under the flowers.

Affection in the heart, in the sword. Swing the sword to break it, hide it in the sword, and not be emotional. Good, good, good!

Swinging the sword, the sword intent was even more forgetful, and he directly cut off the man's right arm.

Blood splattered, brilliance shone, and the ground was covered in dust.

"You've lost."

People are faster than voices, and when the man first hears it, a woman comes to his eyes, and there is a wooden sword that is not sharp and has blood stains.

"I lost!"

The man muttered, his corrupt face showing indistinguishable despair and pain, not reacting to the bleeding wound.

The woman watching the battle smiled and said, "It's ridiculous that a demon cultivator who cultivates qi at the eighth level loses to a female sword cultivator at the sixth layer." ”

Ji Qing didn't care about this, and the tip of the sword went straight to the man's throat.

If she really said that she won this man, it was just a sudden breakthrough of luck. However, who can say that luck is not a strength.

She endured the severe pain and said to the man: "It's convincing." ”

It was so humiliating to be cut off by a sixth-level female sword cultivator, how could a man care about anything else. His eyes were red and his face was crazy. The demonic energy in the body kept turning.

On top of the dilapidated temple, the sky is excellent, the sun is shining, but it is cold for no reason.