No wonder his appearance is somewhat familiar, and for a while I can't remember where I have seen it.

The current Ziyin is completely different from the temperament of Ziyin after a thousand years, although there is a prototype of the fairy wind dao bone now, there is no pressure brought by the sword immortal.

At the beginning, in the Ancient Sword Qi Tan plane, Mu Qingxiao and Ziyin Zhenren had also met a few times, and the latter's impression was extremely deep on him.

After all, the Sword Immortal was also the strongest he had ever seen.

Especially the feeling that you can't see through it at all, unlike now, both of them know that each other's strength is at a certain level.

Although Ziyin is now middle-aged, compared to a thousand years later, her appearance is still green, and her long black hair is not snow-white.

"Fellow Daoist, is there something on your lower face?"

Seeing that Mu Qingxiao kept staring at his face, Murong Ziying finally couldn't help but ask.

Shaking his head slightly, Mu Qingxiao smiled and said, "Daoist friend misunderstood, I just thought you were like an old man, so I took a few more looks." ”

"I see."

Murong Ziying was suspicious, and didn't ask any more, picked up the wine jug and poured the wine glasses of the two of them full of wine, and sighed: "Seeing that Daoist friends are not very old, but their cultivation is so terrifying, I don't know what sect it is?" ”

In fact, at the first glance of Mu Qingxiao, Murong Ziying mistakenly thought that the latter was an old monster with a standing face, but after a few words of conversation, he immediately vetoed it.

Although the latter's speech is mature, he does not have the vicissitudes of the old monster, he has always seen people very accurately, and in his opinion, intuition does not deceive people.

In this way, Mu Qingxiao's cultivation was very terrifying, making him feel like he had lived to a dog at an old age.

"There is no sect in the next place, it's just some adventures."

Smiling slightly, Mu Qingxiao didn't say much, age can't be used on immortal people at all, but he doesn't deceive people, he really has no way to do it.

“……”

Nodding slightly, Murong Ziying didn't ask any more, after all, this kind of thing is mysterious and mysterious, and everyone has their own secrets.

After drinking all the wine in the wine glass, Mu Qingxiao noticed that Murong Ziying's saber on the table was a cyan saber with jade beads on it, which was elegant and extraordinary.

Putting the wine glass on the table, Mu Qingxiao raised his head, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said, "Brother Murong, I have some opinions on the way of the sword, why don't you have a meeting with a sword?" ”

The good thing to say is to meet friends with a sword, and the hard thing to say is to compete in martial arts, to see who has a deeper understanding of kendo.

"Oh, a friend with a sword."

Murong Ziying was a little surprised, and at the same time, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, she didn't expect that the latter was also practicing swordsmanship.

He could feel that Mu Qingxiao was very strong, and not ordinarily strong, but he didn't notice a trace of the aura of the sword, and he didn't know how high the latter's achievements were in the way of the sword.

"Okay, in that case, then we'll stop."

Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao smiled slightly, Murong Ziying's strength is very strong, and he can just be used as an opponent, let him test his limit.

"Then please Brother Murong move, the bamboo forest a few miles outside the city is a good place to compete."

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At this time, even at noon, there was no cloud and the scorching sun was in the sky.

A few miles away from Lin'an City, there is a clearing in a huge bamboo forest, and in the center of the clearing stand two figures, the young man in white clothes is fluttering, standing with his hands in his hands, and the middle-aged man is holding a sword behind his back in his left hand.

"Brother Murong, please!"

As soon as the words fell, Murong Ziying's face became serious, and immediately a terrifying sword qi swept out of his body, soaring into the sky.

"The combination of seven folds is really strong!"

Originally, Mu Qingxiao thought that the current Murong Ziying would be at most four or five levels of cultivation, but he didn't expect to still mumble to him.

Moreover, the sword intent that erupted from Murong Ziying's body obviously had a deep understanding of the way of the sword.

"Zheng Zheng ......"

The terrifying sword intent attacked, Mu Qingxiao was not to be outdone, the supreme sword intent rose to the sky, just standing there, but it was extremely dazzling, as if he had turned into a divine sword.

Neither of them took the lead in swords, but two completely different sword intents shrouded the sky, and the creatures within a radius of dozens of miles trembled under these two sword intents.

If you are not a cultivator, you don't have enlightenment, so you naturally can't feel the coercion from the sword intent.

However, the demons and monsters within dozens of miles, and even some monks, were all overwhelmed by the two terrifying breaths.

In Lin'an City, I don't know what sect or sect, a group of monks gathered together, looking at each other, their faces were pale, looking at the sky in the distance outside the city, their eyes were solemn.

"It's so terrifying, just the momentum, it has an urge to worship."

"I don't know if it's the strong man of that sect who has a conflict, I hope it won't affect Lin'an City."

"This is a strong man, I don't know how many years of cultivation it takes for us to reach such a powerful point......

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In the bamboo forest outside the city, feeling the terrifying sword intent between heaven and earth, Murong Ziying's face was solemn, but there were turbulent waves in his heart.

Mu Qingxiao's horror was really beyond his expectations, the latter not only had an extremely deep Taoism, but even his comprehension in the way of the sword was not inferior to him, and even surpassed him.

Although neither of them had a sword, it was just a simple temptation, but he could feel that Mu Qingxiao's sword intent was domineering and sharp, as if he was an emperor.

If there were some doubts before, then now, Murong Ziying has completely regarded Mu Qingxiao as an opponent at the same level.

"Brother Qingxiao, your cultivation is slightly inferior to mine, why don't you make a move first."

Murong Zi's English tone did not mean to underestimate at all, but was full of solemnity.

"In that case, Brother Murong, you have to be careful."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qingxiao stopped grinding, nodded slightly, closed his middle finger and index finger, and with a volley in the air, countless illusory sword shadows appeared around him.

"Empty Sword!"

Facing Murong Ziying, who was five realms higher than himself, Mu Qingxiao didn't dare to be careless at all, besides, it was originally to test his limit, so it was naturally impossible to have reservations.

Looking at Mu Qingxiao's words and deeds, countless illusory sword shadows could be condensed in an instant, and a trace of admiration flashed in Murong Ziying's eyes.

"Woo Woo ......"

In the next second, countless illusory sword shadows collectively shot towards Murong Ziying at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, both in power and strength, which was extremely terrifying.

Murong Ziying's face was calm, the cyan sword was horizontally in front of him, the aura was running, and the sword body was rotated in his hand, unfolding a defensive barrier.

"Sonorous ......"

The sharp sword shadow collided with the barrier, constantly emitting a crisp and loud sound, and at the same time, a terrifying sword qi storm, centered on Murong Ziying, swept out in all directions.

"Leverage?"

Mu Qingxiao's eyes condensed slightly, the latter's control was very terrifying, and while resisting the Kongming Sword, he could actually fight back.

……

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(End of chapter)