Fang Jianyun also pressed his cultivation to the middle stage of foundation building.

In his hand was a pure golden sword, which was dazzling even in the moonlight.

The two of them were separated by more than ten steps, and the horizontal sword was on the chest, and they bowed their hands as a salute.

"Miss Ye!" With the sword in hand, Fang Jianyun's person is also like his sword, sharp and imposing. The sword is in his hand, and it is the weapon of the king.

"Young Master Fang!" Ye Qingyue's momentum was restrained, and the whole person seemed to have turned into the wind in the mountains, without a trace. In addition to the sword, she is the weapon of the hermit.

The two men shot almost at the same time, and the golden sword cut a golden arc of light, stabbing straight forward.

The tip of the blue and blue sword trembled slightly, like a green leaf in the wind, fluttering, making it difficult to distinguish castration.

However, when the two swords were about to intersect, the blue and blue swords suddenly shook, and they disappeared. Ye Qingyue, who was holding a sword, suddenly floated out horizontally at that moment.

The golden sword is powerful, and it is difficult to change the move again halfway through the sword. Ye Qingyue also saw this. Her sword was light and swift, and it seemed like she had taken advantage of it.

"What a quick move!" Fang Jianyun's eyesight is extraordinary, and he can naturally see that Ye Qingyue's sword still takes advantage of his body.

The golden sword fell short, castration unabated, but suddenly rotated around the central axis. Immediately afterward, I saw nine golden sword lights flying out of the golden sword, but the golden sword turned into a little golden light, which was blown by the mountain wind and dissolved into the moonlight.

The nine swords formed a phalanx and galloped towards Ye Qingyue.

This is the method of incarnation outside the sword, one sword can turn into nine swords. Nine swords can also be turned into one sword. Such a free change is a clever way to make up for the shortcomings of the original lack of flexibility.

As soon as Ye Qingyue's sword momentum changed, the long sword was slanted, and the cyan sword light cut through the moonlight, and he saw thousands of petals emerging out of thin air, and the shallow pink falling flowers rained into a Taiji pattern, like a shield in front of the sword array.

It is exactly one of Ye Qingyue's usual tricks - Biluo Yellow Spring.

The dark fragrance floats, and there is a faint sound of flute from the depths of the sea of flowers.

The golden sword formation suddenly slowed down at this moment, and the long sword reversed. The tip of the sword hangs low. These nine swords were blurred again, and each sword was divided into nine, hitting the flower shield like a dense rain.

Jin Kemu, the golden sword hit the crimson petals. The petals were like snow and ice in the sun. Dissolves quickly.

Attribute restraint. Ye Qingyue is not out of the question.

As soon as the seal in her hand changed, the petals suddenly faded their color and became crystal clear.

It's not that the petals have changed color. Instead, the petals turned into ice flowers.

A layer of petals is stacked on top of each other, and a dozen or dozens of petals form a small Taiji pattern, and these small Taiji patterns form a larger Taiji pattern.

The effect of this superposition was amazing, and a layer of white light was enveloped in the entire flower shield.

The white light didn't feel terrifying at first glance, but as soon as the golden sword approached it, it was swallowed up without exception.

This kind of design is a temporary reference to Fang Jianyun's incarnation outside the sword.

The small golden swords no longer rushed towards the shield, but gathered together and arranged into a huge heavy sword.

The sword slashed straight down from mid-air, and the momentum was amazing, like Mount Tai pressing the top, and all the armies fired in unison. Without any tricks or superfluous movements, he just slashed down at the shield with that unrivaled determination.

The shield was already spinning rapidly, and the white light on the shield had almost condensed into substance. It tilted slightly, meeting the heavy sword at an elevation angle.

The moment the sword and shield clashed, a dull sound sounded in a sudden burst of sparks.

It seemed that the mountains and the moonlight around them trembled.

The heavy sword fell, and the white light on the shield shook, but it still held on to the heavy sword.

The heavy sword didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, it was raised again, and it fell again!

The shield tilted a little harder, and under the sword, the white light that almost condensed into substance trembled even more, and there were some signs of collapse.

The epey rose again and fell again.

Compared with the initial momentum, this time the sword momentum is more and more solemn. In addition to that kind of domineering, there is also a taste of loneliness. It's like being desperate when you break the kettle, and it's like knowing that you can't do it.

This is his sword, the sword of the king.

Disdain any tricks, disdain any illusion, even the posture of the falling sword is simple.

One force will drop ten times, and one sword will break ten thousand laws.

simply exerts the sharpness of the sword to the extreme, and vividly interprets the awe-inspiring domineering and cold and hard loneliness of the sword.

Ye Qingyue's face finally changed! This was the sword of the king, and she could not feel the blade-like sword intent very clearly.

The sword intent was like a galactic pouring down, overwhelmingly pressing down. Don't leave a room for others, and don't leave a way out for yourself. Even the moonlight became cold and solemn under that sword intent.

The Quanyin Sword in her hand was already trembling, and Zheng Ran Qingming sounded more like a whimper in the wind.

The weapon of the king, wherever the sword blade goes, is the king's land and the king's ministers.

The sword technique in her hand changed again, but there were no more beautiful flowers or ice and snow in mid-air. The sword danced in a light and slow rhythm, but her person was like a fluttering butterfly, as if there was no trace of weight, stepping on the wind and dancing.

Fang Jianyun felt it, every time her sword drew a sword light, there was an invisible silk thread laid down at the place where the long sword passed.

The threads were so fine and flexible that his heavy sword could not cut them.

Quanyin Jian is dancing, walking slowly and gracefully. Even the sonorous sword roar sounded lingering at the moment.

Beauty Town, Hero's Tomb.

The red-sleeved eyes of the emperor smiled, and the hero was helpless and hateful!

The thread is love.

Fang Jianyun also realized this.

The golden heavy sword gradually slowed down, and the sword hesitated and hesitated in the invisible silk net, as if it was wandering, as if it was struggling.

Ye Qingyue's Quanyin Sword was still flying up and down, and she was like a web-knotted spider, spitting out fine silk threads from the tip of the sword. Circle by circle wrapped around the cold blade.

This is the fourth weight of Xiaoxiang's swordsmanship - the earth is long and the sky is long.

Fang Jianyun hesitated, his eyes gradually blurred, and the invisible silk threads along the cold sword blade seemed to have been wrapped around his heart.

He seemed to see the silent sword dance in the moonlight again, such a person, such a night, such a moonlight.

Can you afford it?

The king is brave, domineering, cold and hard, and lonely.

The golden heavy sword suddenly shook violently, like a locked tiger, struggling in the golden wire cage that was forced to stop.

A long groan suddenly sounded in the cold moonlight. The so-called dragon chant. The so-called tiger roar is about what it looks like!

The golden sword finally came out of trouble, and it no longer hesitated, no longer hesitated. A clean sword slash.

The invisible mesh suddenly shattered. In the mighty mountain wind. Blown into a hairspring scattered in all directions.

The determination of the golden sword became sharper and sharper, and there seemed to be blood flashing on the golden sword.

Is it sad too?

No. It won't be sad. The king's sword will only be tempered by blood light to be colder and harder, and more lonely!

The net of thousands of knots of love was broken cleanly, and Ye Qingyue's Quanyin Sword changed in response to the situation, but at this time, it was as shaky as the wind.

The golden sword seemed to have no scruples, and swept with a long split, invincible.

Ye Qingyue's Wind Sword Intent was cut off by the golden sword and gradually shattered. It's already completely down.

After a while, she let out a long sigh and stood with her sword drawn.

"It's me who lost!" She said.

With such a domineering and sharp sword, she really couldn't resist it.

In the final analysis, the sword intent she comprehended belonged to the sword intent of Xiaoxiang's swordsmanship, which was complicated and messy, not her own sword intent after being integrated. It's normal to lose.

Fang Jianyun retracted his sword, the golden light suddenly dissipated in his palm, and the night in his eyes suddenly darkened.

"My cultivation is a great level higher than yours, and I am also older than you. In other words, I also took advantage of it. He laughs. There was an indescribable melancholy and depression in that smile.

The moonlight fell under his eyes, and the halo seemed much colder than before.

Ye Qingyue diverted the topic: "Why did Young Master Fang come to this Qingcheng too?" ”

"In a few days, I'm afraid this Qingcheng will be lively!" Fang Jianyun said, "Do you know that this time, the location of the peace talks between the Northern Desolation Demon Beasts and the Terran monks is set in Qingcheng. ”

Ye Qingyue thought for a while and said, "In this way, is the head of the sect also coming?" ”

"Maybe!" "If nothing else," he said, "he would have come." ”

Accidentally? Ye Qingyue smiled: "There will be many people, do you want him to have any accidents?" She thought, the head should be the main battle! When the war started, no one had the heart to care about him, and when the war was over, it was estimated that it was time to settle some accounts.

"It's up to his luck!" Fang Jianyun said.

It was already very late at night, and the two walked down the mountain side by side, and after saying goodbye, they left separately.

Ye Qingyue watched the golden light disappear into the sky, only to feel that the golden light, although dazzling, was like the sun in the sky. Reliable people who are too close are afraid that they will inevitably be burned.

O sword of the king!

Although it is sharp, it can either hurt others or hurt yourself.

It was a sword that was destined to be lonely.

But Ye Qingchen's sword is completely different, his sword is meticulous and meticulous, and every detail of each sword has been calculated to perfection. It strives to get the maximum benefit at the lowest cost, and is absolutely unwilling to waste even the slightest effort.

That's the sword of the wise. She vaguely remembered that he seemed to be cultivating the sword of "insight" and the heart of "insight".

Insight into the world, clear in the heart.

Well, what about her own sword?

It should not have formed its own style and characteristics.

But tonight's competition, she benefited a lot. It seems that he vaguely understands the direction of his development in kendo.

But that thought was only fleeting, and when she tried to look for it, she disappeared.

She didn't think about it anymore, and walked briskly back to her cave.

This short war is coming to an end!

Qingcheng is about to be lively, and she will soon be able to return to Tianyin City.

Her mother was already out of the country, and she couldn't wait to see her.

The plain white shadow flew into the cave.

The moonlight was bright on this night, and it fell on the ground like frost on the ground.

Far away, on the top of another mountain, a lonely shadow watched her disappear under the dark cliff.

Ye Qingyue thought that the person who had left stood for a while in a place she didn't know.

He was silent, as if he was saying goodbye to something, and as if he was paying tribute to something.

The moon turned in the middle of the sky, and the Gobi under the moon was desolate and desolate.

He stood upright, like a sword on the top of a mountain.

Cold, hard, lonely. (To be continued......)