As soon as the word came out, Zhao Wenxin was not polite, and immediately launched his sword momentum.

It's not that he doesn't want to take a look at his demeanor in front of his subordinates, it's really that this Wang Qing in front of him, when he speaks, he obviously feels very ordinary, and with a word of invitation, his tone is elongated, and his momentum also explodes.

As a first-class, keen divine sense, he instantly felt danger. As a last resort, I can't care about any demeanor, so I made a decisive attack.

Zhao Wenxin's swordsmanship is a bit similar to that of summer, full of water vapor and endless.

Wang Qing made a mistake before and didn't fight with Summer, and he regretted it in his heart. After all, that is the heir of Penglai, the master of Guiyan, and the opponent of the first sequence in Wang Qing's mind.

Fortunately, there is a substitute here, and you can just feel the difference between the East China Sea martial arts and the Central Plains.

Than continuous, autumn thunder.

The thunder light was stretched into filaments that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and with the sword densely distributed in front of him, he formed a dense and tough aura.

Soon, Wang Qing's face froze, and he sensed that something was wrong.

This Zhao Wenxin's swordsmanship seems to be endless, and the offensive is continuous, but there is a faint suction, constantly absorbing the true qi that the two of them are dissipating from each other.

At the same time, the phantom of the crescent moon behind Zhao Wenxin gradually plumped up, and it was almost a full moon in a short time.

A martial art flashed in Wang Qing's mind, and Wang Qing subconsciously became careful.

Soon, the full moon was full, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled down, which was countless subtle sword qi.

Hell, really. Wang Qing entered the dungeon pit Shen Jiangxia before, and it was not uncommon for real Mingjiao disciples to make a move. It's not the somewhat out of shape martial arts of the current Mingjiao, but the primitive Mingjiao martial arts of the sun and the soul of the moon that came from the most primitive and far west.

Han Yueyao, Wang Qing confirmed that he would not admit his mistake. Although the moves have changed greatly, and even changed from sword techniques to sword techniques, the roots of that kind of cold and piercing moonlight are absolutely the same.

However, there is a lack of the sun soul, only the moon spirit, and the creator of this set of swordsmanship creatively uses the yin and cold of the water sword technique in Middle-earth, with the moon spirit that is also yin. Although it loses the smoothness of the alternation of the sun and the moon, it is more pure, and the damage is increasing unabated.

Interesting, the person who created this sword technique has a talent for kendo that should not be underestimated.

Since he is playing sword qi, Wang Qing is not polite, and ten thousand swords return to the sect.

The sword qi in the sword pill in the body gushed out and met the moonlight.

The sword qi intersected, collided, and canceled out, and soon Wang Qing's sword qi was consumed by nearly one-third, and the rest was withdrawn into his body. And although Zhao Wenxin's sword qi was consumed, it seemed to be inferior. But Wang Qing knew that most of his sword qi was absorbing the true qi that escaped when the two of them fought just now, and the real consumption was not much.

The two of them simply tried a few tricks, and in the eyes of outsiders, the sword was majestic, the sword aura was compelling, and the fight was not lively. But in fact, it's just a little trick to test each other, and no one uses all their strength.

Although Zhao Wenxin is conceited, he is not arrogant enough to be a veteran master like Wang Qing, and he can't even take his ordinary methods.

"Hmph, look down on you, there are two brushes. I'm serious, you be careful. ”

The sword momentum moved again, and a strange momentum rose up. A river of dirty blood surrounded it and slowly spread to the sword, staining the snow-white sword body with blood red.

Artistic conception used? Wang Qing subconsciously wanted to activate the Sword Domain, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and a vague sense of crisis stopped Wang Qing. This was a warning from the Death Intent Little Sword, and Wang Qing remembered the pure killing intent of the half of the blood-red in the Killing Intent World.

This river of blood is not pure compared to the killing intent, but that kind of dirt is not a good thing at first glance.

For the unknown, Wang Qing chose to deal with it carefully.

The sword was divided into gossip, the shock hexagram lit up, and a purple sky divine thunder was injected. A purple sword qi full of artistic conception full of shocking hexagrams flew out of his hand.

Xiaomei's Five Poisons Sect has a lot of extremely corrosive poisons, which not only melt bones and flesh, but can even damage weapons and armor. The acid of the gold-devouring silkworm used by Wang Qing to carve the sword was one of the failed products. Wang Qing naturally took precautions.

Lei is a thing that destroys evil, not to mention the Zixiao Divine Thunder, which is violent and domineering, but the Lord destroys the world. Wang Qingcai wasn't worried about any dirt that could corrode the Zixiao Divine Thunder.

Thunder collided with blood, the sound of sizzling was endless, and the slightest black gas drifted away.

Seeing this, Wang Qing waved his sleeves and retreated sharply, the gossip on his body and the gossip of the purple ribbon fairy clothes lit up, and an invisible qi protected his whole body, and he held his breath at the same time. It's really that the older the rivers and lakes, the less timid they are, and they are used to seeing the endless strange poisons and strange Gu of the little sister, Wang Qing is really jealous of these evil methods.

Tough on the ground, he now dares to say that he is not afraid of any player, but he does not dare to be arrogant to the point of being invincible in the world. There are already many weird methods in this world, coupled with the imagination of players, I really don't dare to take it lightly.

On the other hand, Zhao Wenxin, as the demon blood was violently dispersed by the divine thunder, it volatilized. His face was pale, and he took a few steps back.

This demonic blood is not only the condensation of qi and blood throughout his body, but also infused with his blood river artistic conception. It was suddenly wounded, but it hurt the roots.

His eyes were full of incredulity.

When passing on the art, the words of the master mother sounded in the ears.

"This "Bone Erosion Blood Blade" is very powerful, but it is not the right way to enter the evil path. Spread the craft that you only have for you to save your life, don't indulge in it. The focus is still on cultivating your master's "Tide Moon Sword Sutra", as long as you understand the extreme yin and pregnancy true yang, you can get the greatness of the world. ”

It's a pity that the yin and yang are too troublesome, and the demon blood is powerful, simple and rude. When Zhao Wenxin was promoted to the first-class, he chose to cooperate with the artistic conception of the blood river of "Bone Erosion and Blood Blade" without hesitation.

Sure enough, that kind of invasion and corrosion characteristics were amplified in the artistic conception, and the power was fierce, and it soon created a lot of fame in the rivers and lakes.

The last time it failed, it was in the summer. Knowing the routines of Sanssouci Island, Summer neutralized the poisonous blood with water vapor and ruined her sword with the advantage of the famous sword. But that's acceptable, not a crime of war.

But what was that thunder just now? How is it possible to purify demon blood, even...

Zhao Wenxin was horrified to find that his artistic conception of the river of blood had also been destroyed.

Artistic conception, a pure product of thought, how can it be destroyed.

He knew that Wang Qing visualized the little sword of death intent, although he was afraid of accidental injury, and usually did not dare to use death intent, but the ability to affect the three souls still unconsciously brought into the attack.

The artistic conception is damaged, and it is said that he has been defeated. But in his own gang, a group of subordinates looked at him with staring eyes, how could Zhao Wenxin allow himself to fail like this.

I gritted my teeth hard, but fortunately, I still have a hand, and today I will also take advantage of the gods.

The two mysteries on the sword gradually lit up, and the fluorescence flowed faster and faster. Gradually, a concussion formed on the blade, emitting a low humming sound.

If there are military fans, or military people present, I am afraid that they will exclaim. High-Frequency Blade, a special melee weapon equipped by mech units. The reason why it can only be used by mechs is that the energy and equipment required to produce such high-frequency vibrations are huge, and they cannot be miniaturized for the time being.

The tide rises.

The surging sword qi also brought that kind of vibration. Suddenly, it turned from a wave to a violent tsunami, rushing towards Wang Qing.

Wang Qing's expression was weird, angry and funny.

I didn't see any movement, the broken star was pointed out at random, without self and without a sword, and it was accurately pointed at two-thirds of the blade of Zhao Wenxin's long sword.

There is no sword qi vertically and horizontally, there is no true qi surging, and there is no artistic conception coercion, it is a sword of pure brute force.

The fundamental reason why this swinging sword Windsor was able to get Wang Qing's permission to sell it was that the sword had internal injuries. So Wang Qing didn't plan to pit his apprentices.

The swinging word pattern is the most complex one that Wang Qing analyzed. Other Dao patterns only need seven Erxuan to activate, and this one requires eight pills. Even if it is the best sword refined by the master of the Tibetan Sword Villa, it can only barely bear it. What's more, once it is shaken, it is extremely challenging for the material of the sword body.

When Wang Qing tested it, he found a faint dark wound, so he extinguished the idea of continuing to use the sword to analyze the Dao pattern.

Zhao Wenxin is not good at anyone, but he is against Wang Qing, who is most familiar with this sword.

The shock itself forced the material of the sword body to the limit, Wang Qing only used a little force on the dark wound, and the long sword instantly split apart and spilled to the ground.

"Nope! My Excalibur! ”

Zhao Wenxin looked like a wounded beast, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the bare sword handle in his hand.

Wang Qing shook his head slightly, his eyes swept over the surrounding Freedom Alliance masters. Surprise, fear, and confusion are mixed together, but there is no fighting spirit.

sighed, summoned Xiao Wu, and left the rest to the heavy cavalry regiment to practice. These improvised rabbles were really vulnerable, and the opponent of the Earth Cangyun Army was never them.

Before leaving, he glanced at Zhao Wenxin who was stunned on the spot with pity, but unfortunately, another one took the wrong path. Let's hope this incident will give him a head start. As for the materials for buying swords, they should be used as life money. Wang Qing found a suitable reason for selling defective products, and immediately felt justified.

The rest of the mess is handled by professionals, and Wang Qingcai is too lazy to bother.

He came out this time, and he didn't enjoy it at all. With a look of dissatisfaction, he began to think about his next goal. ()

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