Xuan Qing glanced sideways at the hunchbacked old man beside him, and nodded slightly, as if he was very satisfied with the performance of "Qin Ping".

The hunchbacked old man did not turn his head to look at Xuanqing, but suddenly took two steps, these two steps seemed to be not big, but he came to the side of "Qin Ping" all of a sudden, and turned to look at Xuanqing not far away with "Qin Ping".

"Idiot, open your eyes!" the old man shouted beside "Qin Ping".

"Qin Ping" suddenly seemed to have three more points of strength on his body, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the second master beside him.

The old man who was originally hunchbacked had now straightened his body upright, and the sword in his hand was pointed diagonally, but there was a sword aura rising up into the sky. Two long eyebrows floated to both sides, moving in the air like a swimming snake, his eyes were wide with anger, and the shabby Taoist robes on his body swelled up like the wind blowing.

"As long as my monks have a sword in their hands, they have a body of courage, there are no taboos, who said that you need to close your eyes and watch the situation, who said that you need to be so ingenious, let you ghost and illusion and ghostly ghosts, I will break it with a sword!" The old man suddenly drew his sword and shouted, "Ping'er, keep your eyes open and look at it, how is this sword used!"

The old man was different from the rest of his sword, his whole body leaned back slightly, and at the same time, his hands were separated from the left and right, and the sword in his right hand was flat and round in front of his head, and his eyes looked up with the tip of the sword. Take a step to the left, your whole body to the left, and bend your legs into a horse step.

At the same time, the back of the cloud sword held the sword in his right hand and pulled downward, the sword face was only three inches away from the body, the sword fingers of the left hand were in line with the right hand, attached to the inside of the right wrist, and the eyes never left the tip of the sword from beginning to end.

Then the old man's body shook, and Xuanqing's oppressive momentum was opened by such a living earthquake, and even "Qin Ping" could feel the dignified momentum around the old man being shaken away, and it was replaced by the old man's own rising sword qi.

Between the old man's lower body did not move, and the gestures of his hands did not change, he turned the sword blade, slowly retracted the hilt of the sword to his waist, and the tip of the sword reached Xuanqing in front of him.

Xuan Qing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he was surprised by the old man's extraordinary momentum, "Senior brother, it seems that over the years, you have practiced a lot of things with your most basic sword posture." ”

The old man's face was solemn, and he didn't hear Xuanqing's voice, just focused on his sword, and his eyes focused on the tip of his sword. He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Xuan Qing, and the sword aura in his eyes flashed.

Xuanqing's heart was cold, he didn't dare to hold it up, and suddenly pulled out the sword on his waist quickly, and raised it diagonally in front of him, making a defensive posture.

Sure enough, at this time, the old man stepped out in two steps, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place, although the speed was extremely fast, but the movements of each step were clearly visible in the eyes of "Qin Ping", and he suddenly arrived in front of Xuanqing, and there were no other bells and whistles in swordsmanship, just a straight stab.

Xuan Qing faced this seemingly ordinary straight stab, but he showed an extremely vigilant look, his arm was in the sword to form a line, twisted his body and turned, the sword in his hand was provoked diagonally, and the force penetrated the tip of the sword, and the two swords collided, and a series of sparks collided all at once.

The sword in the old man's hand was still stabbed forward, but Xuanqing's oblique pick was not useless, and it still made the old man's sword slightly offset the angle, and failed to stab Xuanqing's chest as he wished. Xuanqing took two steps back and dodged the old man's next stab.

"Senior brother, you are really here, you are asking for the life of your senior brother!" Xuan Qing retreated with a trace of palpitations on his face, if he didn't understand the character of this junior brother, he knew that he would not leave his hand when he took out the sword, and took his sword seriously, otherwise he would definitely be injured under this sword.

The old man did not answer, but threw his sword back into its sheath. Then he stood back where he had stood and began to close his eyes.

"You're not going to fight? It's not the sword heart of my generation of monks. Xuan Qing looked at the old man with his eyes closed in surprise.

"Anyway, I can't beat you, and if I continue to fight, I will definitely lose, why should I humiliate myself?" The old man's voice was calm, and he really didn't show a trace of a scoundrel.

"You, you, you are still cautious, that is, Ping'er said that you are not as good as me, and then you are still the second master, so you hold a grudge, hey, the master is unfortunate. Xuanqing sighed helplessly.

The old man looked like the old god was there anyway, unmoved, and stood in place with his hands on his chest and his eyes closed.

Xuan Qing shook his head, took two steps forward, and stood back in his original position, "Come on, you have been messed up like this by your second master, and you have to do it again, I won't give you any chance this time, your second master has already done a demonstration, come on." Xuanqing didn't wait for "Qin Ping" to answer, and the momentum on his body instantly rushed like "Qin Ping".

"Qin Ping" immediately felt a sense of oppression even more than before, and he couldn't even catch his breath. "Qin Ping" was not as panicked as before, with the demonstration of the second master, "Qin Ping" no longer felt the qi around him, but concentrated on his own sword, without his own sword qi and sword intent, but "Qin Ping" still had his own sword in his hand.

"Qin Ping" looked directly at the tip of his sword, his arm flicked slightly, and the sword body was lightly raised upward, and the momentum that was originally solidified was cut at once, and "Qin Ping" suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was much smaller.

"Haha, junior brother, take a look, ah? Ping'er's move is really good, isn't it, sword, don't be so strong, be light, your demonstration is really okay, but Ping'er is still suitable for my sword." Xuan Qing had a smug smile on his face.

"I knew that he couldn't go my way, he and you were all the way, but, after my influence, he wouldn't be exactly the same, he always had to have one or two indomitable sword moves in his heart. The old man seemed to have guessed this ending a long time ago, and he did not show any chagrin.

"yes, maybe he'll surpass you and me. Xuanqing's face also slowly calmed down, watching "Qin Ping" work hard and concentrate on the sword in front of him.

"Qin Ping" practiced the sword for a while, and finally felt that he was no longer affected by Xuanqing's momentum oppression, just as "Qin Ping" looked up at the two masters happily, the two masters were gone, replaced by "Chu Yu" standing in front of him with a smile.

"Very good, that's the end of our training, let's go, let's go back." As Chu Yu spoke, he suddenly slapped his palm on the center of Qin Ping's eyebrows, and Qin Ping's last memory was that the sky behind the forest began to shatter, and then he entered the infinite darkness again.