Chapter 8: The Sword of the Body

Above the Qingxuan Sword, the sword qi was pervasive, condensed but not dispersed, and the tip of the sword erupted with flickering sword light, as if the surrounding air was about to be cut apart.

The sword intent is void and has no real form, but it can condense sword qi and cut steel, no wonder the Great Elder asked Zhang Hengfeng to come to meet him.

"Now Qin Ping is going to suffer. ”

"Zhang Hengfeng, this kid's sword intent, is one of the best existences in the entire Xuanyun Sect. Even if Qin Ping unleashed the roar of the Wild Lion, it would be difficult to be the edge of his sword intent. The second elder looked at Zhang Hengfeng's sword intent condensed sword and exclaimed.

The Great Elder nodded, but there was no response, he turned his head to look at Qin Ping, who had an indifferent face, to see how he could respond. The strength of this earth mirror can actually allow Zhang Hengfeng, who has comprehended the sword intent, to exert all his strength.

"At this age, it is not easy to realize the sword intent. It's a pity ......" Qin Ping sighed and shook his head slowly.

All the martial arts cultivation up and down the Xuanyun Sect is to pass on his mantle, this sword intent is one of them, Zhang Hengfeng's sword intent can only be regarded as the first entry threshold in Qin Ping's opinion, and it is a pity that he has not even achieved the transformation of sword intent.

After Zhang Hengfeng heard Qin Ping's arrogant speech, his face turned cold, he cultivated hard, and finally comprehended the sword intent, ranking fifth in the heavenly list, he was a leading model among his peers, and he would be looked down upon by Qin Ping in front of him like this.

"Hugh said a lot, I see how you can hide. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Hengfeng stomped on the ground with one foot, stepped forward, lifted the flickering Qingxuan Sword and stabbed at Qin Ping, the sword slashed through the air, drawing a trajectory of white gas, which was unstoppable.

There are four levels of swordsmanship, sword qi, sword intent, all swords, human swords, and Qin Ping is the realm of human swords, the realm of Mahayana, at this moment, although the physical body is not good, it is still more than enough to deal with a Zhang Hengfeng who has just entered the sword intent.

Qin Ping's expression was indifferent, not panicking at all, before the Qingxuan Sword arrived, the dazzling sword rushed to the cold wind first, blowing up the strands of hair on Qin Ping's sideburns and moving in the air.

"Is he going to give up resistance? If Zhang Hengfeng doesn't stop, he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die, Second Elder, do you want to stop Zhang Hengfeng?" a disciple beside the Second Elder asked kindly.

The second elder frowned slightly, he didn't expect this Qin Ping to stand motionless like this, and he didn't plan to defend or attack, so he wanted to step forward to stop this competition.

"Look again. The Great Elder flicked his sleeves and stopped the Second Elder with one hand and wanted to step forward.

Since the Great Elder also said so, the Second Elder withdrew his stepping foot, restrained his hands, and waited for the result.

Everything happened in an instant, and the Qingxuan Sword stabbed in front of Qin Ping in an instant.

The threat brought by the condensed sword intent made Qin Ping's cheeks tingle slightly, Zhang Hengfeng's full stab accompanied by sword intent, with Qin Ping's current strength of the earth mirror, it would be difficult to dodge by relying on his body.

Qin Ping naturally knew this, but that's all.

"It's a shame that there is no appearance but no interior. ”

Before the words fell, Qin Ping seemed to have both a heart and an unintention, and raised his right hand indifferently, and gently pointed at the stabbing Qingxuan Sword with one finger.

This move, in Zhang Hengfeng's opinion, is tantamount to looking for death, Qin Ping still wants this hand, okay, since you are so big, that's good, under the competition, the sword has no eyes, this can't blame me.

Qin Ping didn't admit defeat, and he Zhang Hengfeng didn't have a bodhisattva's heart, his heart was horizontal, and he had no intention of stopping, so he gritted his teeth and still stabbed out.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, but the next scene was surprisingly weird, and even the two elders with high status were secretly surprised.

There was no expected scene of Qin Ping's blood spattering arena, nor did there be a scene where Zhang Hengfeng was defeated by Qin Ping and retreated.

With just two ordinary fingers, Qin Ping simply clamped Zhang Hengfeng's imposing Qingxuan Sword, the sword of Qingxuan Sword was no more, the sword intent was no more, and the fierce stab seemed to have never happened.

Zhang Hengfeng was stunned, and many of the children of the Xuanyun Sect who were watching the battle were also stunned, even the two elders next to him didn't know why, how did Qin Ping do it?

Only Qin Ping himself knew that the moment his two fingers touched the Qingxuan Sword, the skin of his two fingers covered so much of his sword intent, like floating dust, to break Zhang Hengfeng's unstable sword intent condensed sword light, it was not a hand to capture, if this could not break Zhang Hengfeng's offensive, wouldn't it be a big joke in the world.

In the realm of human swords, with the body as a sword, everything is a sword, and every inch of skin can hide thousands of sword intents, but after breaking Zhang Hengfeng's sword intent, Qin Ping quickly took it back, and the sword intent he released was short-lived, not noticed by outsiders, which made the people stunned.

The situation came suddenly, Zhang Hengfeng couldn't accept such a result, and he used his sword intent to strike with all his strength, but he was taken down by Qin Ping so lightly.

Zhang Hengfeng frowned, his sword intent had been broken, he was in no mood to continue the competition, and Qin Ping's even more strange body style, according to his conscience, he asked himself that it was impossible to hurt the other party in the slightest, and he lost this competition.

"I throw in the towel. Although he was unwilling, Zhang Hengfeng was also a resolute person, he put away the Qingxuan Sword in his hand, and if he lost, he would lose, and he would not argue anything for himself.

"You don't complain if you lose. After Qin Ping sorted out his clothes that were shaken by the sword intent, the words that followed made Zhang Hengfeng's footsteps unsteady and staggered.

The Great Elder's eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking, Zhang Hengfeng didn't care about him, this young sect master who appeared out of thin air actually had such strength.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother, how did you take my trick. Although Zhang Hengfeng had lost, he was not humble and asked. This question has been held in his heart for too long, and he doesn't vomit or feel unhappy.

"Instead of asking me, it is better to ask yourself, the sword qi condensed by the sword intent, the slightest bit into the buckle is the best choice, in vain to seek the edge, you will cut the waist. ”

It was difficult for Qin Ping to explain how he cracked the offensive, and he wouldn't explain it, because he hadn't reached the realm of human swords, even if he did, Zhang Hengfeng wouldn't understand, not to mention, after the sword intent, there was also a sword realm, and the gap between the realms was too big, and this was an insurmountable gap.

"If you seek a sharp edge in vain, you will cut off your waist....." Zhang Hengfeng pondered hard, his eyes were shining, if he understood.

The point is over, I hope that the next time Zhang Hengfeng meets, the sword intent comprehension can be more complete. Qin Ping Yujiao glanced at Zhang Hengfeng and said secretly.

"So, what other senior brother wants to probe my strength?" Qin Ping looked around, and the aura that a strong man should have spontaneously appeared.

The audience was silent, Zhang Hengfeng, who was fifth on the heavenly list, lost, how could anyone dare to come to "teach", isn't this embarrassing for himself.