Song Mingjing's flick finger fencing, sword piercing boulders, and the kung fu that follows him like a shadow is really wonderful, and it may not be regarded as unprecedented or unprecedented, but it is enough to shock the contemporary.

Before Zhanzhao and Chen Ruoni could react, others had already rushed into the arena, swinging their swords, and the chill enveloped the audience like winter.

The fine iron sword left behind by Long Qianshan seemed to have been revived from the dust of the past, buzzing and trembling in Song Mingjing's palm, peeling off like mottled rust raindrops, blooming with a cold glow, scorching people's eyes.

Swish!

Song Mingjing held the sword in his hand, and he did not perform any exquisite sword moves, and the void slashed down with a sword, but it was like the invasion of the river waves, the tide rose and surged, and naturally gave birth to a huge force that was difficult to deserve.

Phantom Sea, Yinguang and other five monks of Western Xia, together with Jiexian, only felt that their eyes were full of confusion, the sword qi was cold, the muscles were like pinpricks, and there was a majestic pressure like a mountain, and Qi Qi was shocked and changed.

"Who is superior ——。"

The Phantom Sea Monk let out a short exclamation, his mouth and nose were filled with energy, and he stopped abruptly.

The sword light was too fast, like a flying star breaking through the sky, and the sword shadow was transformed in front of him, it was clearly a single sword, and the six people including Jiexian and Xixia monks gave birth to the terrifying feeling of being targeted at the same time, and they were cold all over their bodies, only to feel that they were going to be pierced by a sword in the next moment.

Duh!

Jiexian shouted, his arms raised, and the wide monk's robe was instantly filled with energy, drumming up the hunting wind, and the roar of the sword light that flew towards him.

The five monks of Western Xia also performed their own stunts, with their fists and palms coming out, and there was even a monk who flicked his sleeve and took out a mouthful of silver ring knives all over his body, and slashed out diagonally.

In an instant, the attack of the six people smashed the sword light, and there was a muffled sound of "bang", as if a balloon had burst, and then the sword qi that was as thin as a cow's hair boiled out.

The sword qi was sharp and fierce, unmatched, but with a twist in the air, the monk who danced the knife screamed, and half of the bloody arm flew into the air, and the ring knife was also a crisp sound of "collapse", and it shattered into several pieces in the air.

Puff puff!

The other four Western Xia monks staggered and retreated, their clothes between their chests and abdomen shattered, and their exposed bodies were full of scars cut by the sword qi, and their bones were deeply visible.

This is still the one who made the sword monk bear the brunt, and blocked the most ferocious first wave of sword qi with the ring sword, otherwise they would only be more seriously injured.

It's just that the sword monk also paid the price of half of his arm.

Only Jiexian's martial arts were better than the five monks of Western Xia, and when he saw that the edge was difficult, he took advantage of the situation and retreated, only to shred the sleeves of his robe, revealing his two smooth arms.

"Sword Qi?!"

Jiexian stood still for a moment, looked at Song Mingjing who was slowly falling off the field, his expression was suspicious, and his cold and hard face was filled with disbelief.

In the martial arts, he can practice his internal skills to send and receive freely, and use them in weapons, he can already be called the world's first-class master, all over the rivers and lakes martial arts, and the countries inside and outside the sea, there are not many such masters.

Jiexian himself is also in this level.

And being able to turn the formless and substantial true qi into tangible things, form all the outside, break the strong and damaged soldiers, and hurt the enemy and cut people, such martial arts, Jiexian has never heard of it in some strange stories in the rivers and lakes, even if his master Yan Confession Master has not cultivated.

Jie Xian never imagined that he would see the legendary "sword qi" today, and that a person with such miraculous skills would still be so young.

Boom!

On the other side, the sword monk was hit hard, his arm was cut off, and there were wisps of sword qi in his body that eroded in, and he rammed through the meridians and acupoints, and the monk's qi was scattered, and he couldn't resist it at all, and he snorted in his pale face, and fainted on the spot.

"Ahh Senior Brother Silver Pine! ”

The silver light monk exhaled urgently, ignoring his own injury, stepped forward quickly, reached out and touched the chest of the silver pine monk, his fingertips surged, and he clicked a few times quickly, and then "snorted" and tore off a section of his robe, sprinkled wound medicine on the broken arm of the silver pine monk and bandaged it.

But the expression on his face did not relax in the slightest, it was still solemn, although Yin Song had no worries about his life for the time being, but if the raging sword qi in his body could not be expelled as soon as possible, this body cultivation would be nullified nine times out of ten.

It's just that the "sword qi" was just some illusory martial arts anecdotes for Yinguang and the others a moment ago, and where did they get the ability to subdue and drive that "sword qi" out of Yinsong's body?

Thinking of this, Yinguang involuntarily looked at Song Mingjing in the field, and his pupils contracted.

The three monks of Western Xia such as Phantom Sea were also shocked and unspeakable, and their hearts seemed to have set off stormy waves, and even their bodies trembled slightly as if they were electrocuted.

"What happened? Who's the extra person in the field? ”

"Huh! You see, one of the monk's arms was broken...... ”

There was a lot of noise in the martial arts arena, and the monks of Xiangguo Temple who were watching one by one looked frightened, looking at the center of the field in confusion, and they only felt inexplicable about this sudden change.

Song Mingjing's speed is not galloping, but it is not something that ordinary martial artists can capture, although most of these monks of Xiangguo Temple have martial arts, but they can really see the scene of enlightenment, enlightenment and a few monks of the 'ring' generation.

Because of this, they also felt the horror.

"Who is this young man? He actually cultivated the legendary sword qi mastery...... Song Mingjing?! Unheard! ”

The two senior monks of the word "enlightenment" glanced at each other, and they both saw the worry and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Nine years ago, Long Qianshan, the first person in the martial arts at that time, also came with great momentum, and it was in this martial arts arena that he launched a thrilling duel with Master Yan Confession.

The top masters of the two martial arts fought more than 1,000 moves, and in the end, Long Qianshan was still defeated by one move, but even if Long Qianshan's swordsmanship was alone in the martial arts, it seemed that he did not have the edge of this sword qi.

Phantom Sea took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, took a step forward, and stared at Song Mingjing: "We have nothing to do with Your Excellency, and we have no grudges in the near future, why did Your Excellency do this?" If you don't...... If I don't come up with an explanation, I'll ...... I am not easy to deceive in the line of Egret Temple and Chengtian Temple in Xixia. ”

Although he said that he was begging for an explanation, he didn't have much confidence in his tone, and his face was gloomy and uncertain, even some ordinary monks saw the taste of lust and guilt, and suddenly caused a series of sneers.

Hearing this, Phantom Sea and the others' faces turned blue and white.

Wudao and Wuwei waved their hands to stop the laughter of the monks.

Song Mingjing only glanced at the Phantom Sea, and then ignored it, he shot a sword just to test the level of these people.

Although the five monks from the Western Xia and the precepts are all mortals, their martial arts are relatively not weak, the five monks of the Western Xia are all middle-grade, and the precepts are masters who can be called high-grade, of course, there is still a big gap from the transcendent realm.

"Senior Brother Jiexian, are you okay?!" At this time, Zhanzhao hurriedly ran into the center of the field, greeted Jiexian with concern, and glared at Song Mingjing: "Hey, why did you beat Senior Brother Jiexian?" ”