The first peak of Bikong Mountain, the Holy Gate, on the martial arts field.

Neither Xia Ji nor Li Ying made a move, but the momentum collided wildly invisibly.

It's like a crazy goshawk, screaming at a low altitude against a terrifying giant beast, Cui Wei is like a mountain.

Silent rivalry.

The surrounding Holy Gate disciples were inexplicable, because the momentum of the two of them was only aimed at the enemy, and only when they made a move and had an impact on the surrounding environment would they be detected by the people around them.

In other words, before making a move, what you fight is the knife intent, and whoever has the better knife intent will take the lead.

This seems to be somewhat different from using true qi to fight.

Such as... It's just spelling the truth.

Xia Ji felt the difference at this moment.

In the midst of the battle, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

It's like this world, there are three parallel levels of fighting.

True Qi, Xuan Qi, is a kind of one.

The realm of competition, knife intent, is the second type.

Competing for physical strength may be considered the third type.

The cultivation methods of these three are completely different.

True Qi is to rely on opening acupoints, running Zhoutian, dredging the meridians, condensing the true yuan of the dantian, and then opening up the second vein of Rendu, opening the innate breath, and then seeking to break through the Xuan.

This one is completely different from worrying, because there is an internal force to exchange talents.

The realm and intention depend on epiphany.

This one has the Chaos Dao Scar of its own.

And the cultivation of the physical body is the strange "four doors", "holy bones", "colossus skin"...

So is it necessary to exchange blood, genes, and all kinds of other ...

If Xia Ji had met Li Ying a few months ago, maybe he would have been more serious, but now, in the face of such an opponent, he was more observant and thinking than caring about success or failure.

Li Ying felt his contempt.

Suddenly, two lines of tears flowed from under the black cloth, and at this moment, the momentum on his body rose extremely rapidly, and the sadness in his heart and the pain after his father's death burned, making his knife burn too.

Whew...

In the moonlight, in the red of the brazier, a cold light shot out like an electric explosion.

But only three inches out.

Li Ying's whole person froze.

Why freeze?

Naturally, because of the Holy Son who stood across from him.

The black and gold robe, wrapped in black and gold, seemed to have not moved a single step, but he looked at his holy son quietly.

The aura of cold death enveloped him, causing his burning to be extinguished.

"Heart's eyes, return to nothingness!"

Li Ying roared, the emotions on his body burned fiercely, turning into madness, his hair around his head danced wildly in the wind, and he pulled out the knife in his hand by two inches.

But only two inches.

It's only five inches in total.

Returning to the void could not neutralize the death sword intent on the Holy Son's body at all.

His body was like an ice sculpture, he didn't move anymore, and he sensed behind the Holy Son with great fear...

There was a terrible woman with a terrible face and a blurred face, looking at him with a sly smile in the darkness.

It made him tremble and tremble with shame.

The surrounding disciples were inexplicable, and they didn't know what happened between the two.

Why don't you have to fight with real anger?

It was as if time had suddenly stood still.

The atmosphere is quirky.

"Everything is empty!!"

Li Ying suddenly moved his strength, desperate to draw the knife, he was so crazy that he forgot about life and death, as a knife man, if he didn't even dare to pull out the knife in the face of the enemy, what was it?!

It's better to die!

"Roar!!"

In the furious roar, the momentum of Li Ying's whole body climbed to the extreme, mixed with madness and tragedy.

The sword qi and knife intent surged out from the body of the knife that was a few inches out of the sheath, like substance, forming a closed cover.

That's all his sword momentum, the convergence before the explosion.

The air hood seems to be calm, but in fact, it contains a lot of sword qi, and if the ordinary True Yuan Realm runs in, I am afraid that it will be stupid by this momentum in an instant.

And the average swordsman will also be dissolved all the sword intent in this air cover, just like returning to the void.

Even Pang Jing more than half a year ago was far inferior to him.

But this is nothing to Xia Ji.

The black-robed Son took a leisurely step forward, a strange shadow hovering behind him that only his opponent could see.

The right hand was raised, and the index finger seemed to be completely indifferent to the horror of the air shield, a little more casual.

One finger to one person.

Li Ying's eyes flashed fiercely.

Don't underestimate me!

Xia Ji's finger seemed to reach into the water of a lake full of piranhas.

In an instant, countless sword qi seemed to have found an outlet, surging wildly towards that finger.

However, that finger was like a pillar of the sea god, and it did not move at all.

In the eyes of outsiders, maybe nothing happened, and even thought the two of them were so strange.

But for the two of them, at this moment, they have fought countless times.

Li Ying's body trembled, and the hand that held the hilt of the knife loosened.

His sword momentum collapsed completely.

The air shield was shattered by this finger.

One finger relic.

The world is extremely hard, and it is easy to ward off all evils.

Boom!!

The hood is crushed.

Li Ying was stunned.

Syllable.

The sound of the knife coming back into its sheath was especially loud in the stillness of the night.

In the face of this mysterious holy son, Li Ying's knife was never pulled out after all.

At that moment, he saw ghosts, and he also saw death.

At that moment, the momentum of his last battle was shattered by a finger.

And from beginning to end, Xia Ji just took a step forward, and then raised his hand, took out his fingers, and crushed, so simple!!

Li Ying saw the gap clearly, and said with a wry smile: "I lost." ”

He tore off the black cloth wrapped around his eyes and looked at the Holy Son in front of him like a monster, "You are a great swordsman, but... I'm not going to give up. ”

His fighting spirit burned even hotter.

But he also knew that from now on, this man would be the target of his pursuit.

He must defeat him in order to overcome the demon in his heart, and defeating him will also make his strength increase by leaps and bounds.

Xia Ji was also looking at him, and on this man wearing an iron hoop, he seemed to see a frightened shadow.

Li Ying bowed his head, then stepped back respectfully, bowed, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you." ”

Xia Ji nodded, just at that moment, he also saw this man's calmness and madness, as if the hottest fire and the coldest ice were entangled with each other.

Now his politeness is only the calm side, and if his sword is drawn, it will be like a fire burning the sky.

It's a pity that he can't pull it out in the face of himself.

Otherwise, how wonderful this knife would be.

Li Ying turned around and prepared to leave, took two steps, but suddenly couldn't help but stop, and said in confusion: "Take the liberty to ask, how many times has the Holy Son asked?"

Xia Ji thought about it, since he heard the whisper of that strange woman, it seemed that he had five more times, so he said directly: "Eleven times." ”

Li Ying's body shook, obviously devastated.

Then, he asked in a secret way: "The Holy Son, have you heard the whispers of the gods and demons?"

Xia Ji's expression did not move: "You saw it?"

"Not only did I see it, but I will never forget it. ”

The conversation between the two was very quiet, and they were all conducted in a way that was transmitted into the secret.

There are some things that ordinary disciples should not know.

"Tell me, I know it exists, but I can't see it myself. ”

Xia Ji knew that once he used his sword intent seriously, something would always appear behind him.

The impression that thing gave him was:

Woman's voice.

It was mixed with the smell of formalin, the smell of lava sulfur, and the strange smell of flowers.

Cold hands like dead people, and covering their eyes, the darkness in a coffin.

What exactly is this?