Without waiting for Qingchuan to hold the ancient sword again, Mo Li swept towards Qingchuan's lower plate with one leg, and the speed of his movements greatly surprised Qingchuan.

However, just when Mo Li thought that he was about to succeed, a cold light flashed in Qing Ming's hand beside Qing Chuan, and a sword slashed towards Mo Li's calf.

Although Mo Li's kick can kick Zhongqingchuan, the price he can pay is that he will be cut into two pieces below the knee, and this kind of loss-making business naturally cannot be done.

While Mo Li was closing his legs, he had been quietly observing Qingming and Qingchuan, Qingming's eyes were always focused on his legs, while Qingchuan, who was almost kicked by himself, was different, he had rearranged his posture and was ready to attack again.

This time, Mo Li finally saw a clue, Qingchuan was responsible for attacking, and Qingming was responsible for defense, with Qingming here, Qingchuan could let go of his hands and feet, and swing his sword without any worries, he only needed to think about how to put the opponent to death in his mind, and other things, there was no need to worry about it at all.

One person is only responsible for attacking, while the other is only responsible for defense, so he can achieve the ultimate in attack and defense, and it seems that this is the key to the Sanqing Sword Formation being able to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes.

But what role did Qing Fan behind them play in these three Qing Sword Formations?

Since it is a three-person sword formation, the three must have their own responsibilities, judging from the current situation, Qingchuan and Qingming's attack and defense are already very difficult to deal with, plus a Qing Fan who has never made a move, it seems that these three Qing sword formations are indeed a little tricky.

Qing Fan's posture of always standing still gives people a sense of inscrupulability, and it is this incomprehensible feeling that once again attracts Mo Li's attention.

Qingchuan seemed to have been waiting for this opportunity, and when Mo Li dodged his move, he inadvertently aimed at Qing Fan behind him again, Qingchuan suddenly changed his sword move, and stabbed Mo Li's lower abdomen with lightning speed.

People who practice martial arts have a common sense that an attack aimed at the middle lane, especially the lower abdomen, is the most difficult to dodge.

If you want to dodge up and down, you don't have to think about it, it's completely impossible, and the only way to deal with it is to dodge to the sides.

But whether it's to the left or right, it takes a lot of action to dodge this sharp blow, and if you can't dodge, you will hurt your waist and abdomen on both sides.

And this place from the waist and abdomen to the ribs, the reason why it is called a soft underbelly by people who practice martial arts, in addition to the fact that it is difficult to exercise here, is easy to get injured if you can't dodge, which is also one of the very important reasons.

Qingchuan's sword made Mo Li suddenly sober up, if he blindly entangled in Qingfan, then before Qingfan made a move, he would be killed by the two people in front of him.

Mo Li lifted his spirit, staring at the ancient sword in Qing Chuan's hand with all his body, and when the ancient sword reached the first three inches of his lower abdomen, Mo Li's right hand suddenly stretched out towards the ancient sword, wanting to bounce it away again.

However, Mo Li never expected that this move was obviously a defensive move for self-defense, but it attracted Qing Ming's extremely ruthless sword, which slashed straight towards the forearm of his right hand.

Prior to this, Mo Li had tried countless times, and only when he was about to hit Qingchuan would Qingming make a move.

But this time, for some reason, Qingming suddenly attacked when he was almost overwhelmed.

Qingchuan's sword was already very difficult for Mo Li to deal with, and Qingming's sword was even worse.

At the last moment, Mo Li flipped the wrist of his right hand, and at the same time stretched out his left hand, his right hand flicked away Qing Ming's sword, and his left hand bounced Qing Chuan's sword that was almost stabbing his lower abdomen, so that he finally barely escaped the catastrophe.

Just when Mo Li secretly let out a sigh of relief, Qing Fan, who had been hiding behind Qing Ming and Qing Chuan, suddenly took out his sword and came straight to Mo Li's chest.

Mo Li finally understood why Qing Ming was hiding behind the two senior brothers, and he had been standing still.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that he was no longer able to resist, and at the same time completely ignored him, so as to hand over this inevitable sword.

Seeing that Qing Fan's sword was about to penetrate his chest, Mo Li's whole person suddenly jumped backwards, trying to distance himself from Qing Fan.

However, Qing Fan's sword stabbed out, and it seemed that he had no intention of taking it back, his shoulders sank, and he actually knocked the two senior brothers in front of him out.

Kiyomei and Kiyokawa spat blood from their mouths and could no longer get up.

Qing Fan was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and he obviously didn't have any guilt for the two senior brothers who were seriously injured by himself.

Qing Ming and Qing Chuan glanced at each other, but they were relieved, they seemed to be very confident in Qing Fan's sword, and their current situation seemed to have been expected by them.

Although Mo Li jumped backwards with all his might, he was not as fierce and fast as Qing Fan's forward rush, and when his feet landed, Qing Fan's sword followed.

Mo Li didn't try to flick away Qing Fan's powerful sword with his fingers as before, but cautiously folded his hands and caught the ancient sword in Qing Fan's hand with an empty hand snatching white blade move.

However, Qing Fan's forward momentum did not stop because of this, and a strong momentum made Mo Li retreat from the whole person, and at the same time, his feet drew two obvious grooves on the ground.

Qing Fan's momentum was strong, and Mo Li also increased the strength in his hand, and for a while, the sword body of the ancient sword began to make a buzzing sound, and then began to tremble violently.

Mo Li was a little surprised by this trembling, Ming Qingfan didn't seem to be exhausted, and this tremor inevitably seemed a little weird.

However, in the next moment, Mo Li finally knew the reason why the ancient sword was trembling.

Qing Fan's forearm suddenly retracted back, but the sword body in Mo Li's hand did not move at all, but it no longer trembled like just now.

Mo Li's gaze turned from the ancient sword's body to Qing Fan, but he unexpectedly found that the hilt of the ancient sword was still tightly held in Qing Fan's hand.

Son and Mother Sword!

By the time Mo Li realized that Qing Fan's ancient sword was a son-mother sword, Qing Fan had already struck again, and the short sword in his hand was already less than half an inch away from Mo Li's chest!

Seeing all this in his eyes, Qing Ming turned his head and quietly closed his eyes.

If it weren't for the different positions of the two sides, he and the white-clothed scholar named Mo Li might be good friends.

The corpse fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Qingming sighed lightly and opened his eyes, only to see the second junior brother Qingchuan in front of him, pointing in the direction of Mo Li and Qingfan with a shocked face, unable to say a word.

Qingming turned his head abruptly, equally dumbfounded.

The white-clothed scholar happened to be standing there upright, and the sound of the corpse falling to the ground just now was Qingfan.