A giant claw of the brute bear ingested it fiercely, and its muscles swelled like steel and metal, and a rolling fishy wind blew up, tearing into the layers of sword rays, and a tearing explosion came from the air!

In the face of the fierce counterattack of the wild bear, Qing Mo's mind was raised to the extreme, blocking superfluous distractions, and entering a realm of neither joy nor sorrow, neither anger nor anger, no resentment or hatred, and his heart was like stopping water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her sword turned around, the blade of the sword was dull, there was no edge on the sword, and a gray and dark mist was emitted, and her whole person disappeared into the mist, and the brute bear clawed and grabbed the air.

"Slash-silence."

An emotionless voice sounded, and Qingmo suddenly appeared in a dead corner next to the brute bear, and the gray mist formed a whirlpool, and Qingmo, who was holding the gray sword, slashed at the brute bear.

Her stroke, to put it mildly, did not have a little earth-shattering fluctuations, as if holding the blade of the sword and simply sketched it, without any lethality, and the movement was extremely slow.

But the brute bear couldn't dodge Qing Mo's understatement, as if her sword blade pierced through the void, ignoring time, containing a kind of law and mystery, and slashed directly on the brute bear's arm.

"Huh?"

The brute bear only felt a stinging pain in his arm, and soon the stinging pain disappeared without a trace, and not a drop of blood came out, as if the sword was just an illusion, and it was not slashed at all.

"You will slowly see the withering sword technique of my faction."

Qing Mo's figure was once again hidden in the gray swirl mist, and only faint words drifted out.

"Hehe, the Silent Sword Technique of your faction is practiced by very few people, but we don't know nothing, it's nothing more than the three stages of lifespan, time, and cause and effect? I wonder where you've got? - And I'm not going to kill time with you! Roar!! ”

The brute bear sneered, ignoring the strangeness on his arm, and let out an earth-shattering roar, the knotted muscles all over his body, the congestion skyrocketed, and the hair on his body grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant bear monster with steel hair!

Whew――

Qingmo's body is like a fantasy, erratic, swaying out a fine and dense, like a cloudy sword rain, covering a huge area, it is almost impossible to dodge, and once you can't dodge, you will inevitably face waves of powerful blows, endlessly.

It's just a dense and continuous rain of swords, falling on the brute bear, emitting bursts of 'clanging' continuous metal collision sounds, which are completely impenetrable, and the giant defense body of the brute bear covered in steel hair.

The wild bear's defense was too strong, and the sword rain of the end of the green was like scratching an itch for him, directly ignoring the sword qi of the end of the year, and the violent qi on the giant claws was great, and a bloody wind broke out, and the huge bear body burst out like thunder, fierce and violent, and when it moved, the air exploded in an instant, as if the vacuum was full of cracks.

Tear! ――

The brute bear sent out hideous fangs, and the huge black bear body seemed to be crushed by a huge mountain, and a claw tore and slapped down, giving people the feeling that it was tearing a vacuum, covering a range of ten zhang, completely sealing Qingmo's body, and forcing her flexible and flickering figure out.

When the end of the green came out, the brute bear launched a fierce attack, the huge and heavy body, far more flexible than imagined, and the explosion was extremely strong.

No matter how Qing Mo dodged, the brute bear could change his position in an instant, making a stronger and stronger onslaught, each time he attacked, the bloody energy that erupted from the ferocious body, and gradually formed a violent bloody storm, constantly restricting Qing Mo's body and restricting Qing Mo to enter an unfavorable situation where he could only passively dodge and could not attack.

The current end of the green is like a small tree in front of the torrent, which will be broken and collapsed at any time.

"Withering—extinguishing."

When the bloody giant claw was about to tear in front of Qing Mo, Qing Mo's jade face, which was as cold as ice jade, was not shocked, and was not shocked by the violent attack of the brute bear, breaking the state of the heart like stopping water, and once again lightly sketched out the Xuan Ao sword.

The sword slashed out and landed on the torn giant claw, stinging again, ignoring the brute bear's defensive body, or it could not defend against such a strange sword technique as Qingmo.

And when she sketched this sword, the gray long sword she held instantly turned into a gray and dead mist, and disappeared without a trace.

"Die!"

The brute bear let out a fierce roar, the giant claws shrouded the thick and ferocious blood, and the shadow of death rushed to the face, evolving countless bloody ghost claws, opening up one space after another, terrifying and amazing, shocking the soul, killing in front of the eyes of the end of the youth!

He directly ignored the strangeness of Qingmo's swordsmanship, a pair of violent huge blood pupils, containing the ultimate murderous aura, it must be killed!

"- Your power is withering, what will you do to kill me?"

Qing Mo's deep and calm eyes, without any change, stood on the spot, looking at the fierce and terrifying, bloody giant claws torn in front of him, pinched out a sword finger, and stabbed a pair of bloody and terrifying giant claws.

Her action was like a child holding a twig and stabbing a steel hammer and striking a stone with an egg!

However, when Qingmo's sword finger landed on the brute bear's bloody giant claw, there was no imaginary situation where she was torn into a piece of flesh and bones by the giant claw when she hit the stone with an egg. In turn, the brute bear's bloody giant claws froze in mid-air, unable to cross over, and Qing Mo had a pair of soft sword fingers.

"How is that possible!"

It's not that the brute bear doesn't want to tear apart the Qingyue faction in front of her with one claw, but her sword pointing is full of a strange and incomparably incomparable rule power, instantly draining the violent power on her arms, and suddenly the two arms don't seem to belong to her, it is difficult to enter, and she can't send out a little bit of power.

"-Break!"

Suddenly, Qing Mo's bland expression changed and became cold, and under her sip, the two huge and thick arms of the brute bear suddenly burst out from the arms with a dense trace of gray sword qi.

The bear's arms withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and dried into bark like a tree, as if it took a little strength to cut off a pair of cracked arms.

"So this is the meaning of your Silent Sword Technique."

The fierce face of the brute bear, revealing a little grim color, avoided its edge for the first time, jumped back and forth, agile and agile like an ape, and immediately left the range of Qingmo.

“――”

Qing Mo was expressionless, did not answer the brute bear's words, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

"Hmm."

When the brute bear retreated, he found that the power that had been drained from his arms was recovering at a high speed, and his muscles were turning from dry and cracked to full and knotted, and it was estimated that it would not take five breaths to recover to the level of strength and terror just now.

"I understand, your Silent Sword Technique is not successful, and you can only touch the place where you have slashed, then there will be a weakness of Silence."

The bloodthirsty red eyes of the brute bear became fierce and violent again, and even flashed a kind of cunning, "Moreover, if I guess correctly, the Silent Sword Technique that the Qingyue Sword Sect has always been difficult to cultivate, the main body is not cultivated in strength and sword moves, it is cultivated in the rules of the soul and heaven and earth. Therefore, if you use the Silent Sword Technique, it will inevitably consume the soul that hooks the rules of heaven and earth more than using the sword move. ”

"The fact that you can't chase it down now is a good proof of that."

As soon as the words fell, the brute bear didn't wait for Qing Mo to speak, let alone the strength of his arms to recover, he suddenly burst out, and his entire huge body, filled with a bloody strong wind, blew over, and summoned a heavy and huge pitch-black axe, raised it high, and slashed head-on, tearing a black arc of light in the void.

Rumble!

Qing Mo's figure became erratic again, and the pitch-black giant axe slashed to the ground, cutting out a crack, and the crack gave rise to an evil black Yan.

"If you don't give me a chance, you won't be able to use the Silent Sword Technique, and I won't give you a chance to recover."

The brute bear saw through why Qing Mo didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue just now, that was because she used the Silent Sword Technique, and when the soul communicated the laws of heaven and earth, it must have consumed a lot of essence, and it was difficult to attack again.

It is precisely by grasping this key point that the brute bear has found a way to target the end of the green, and as long as he uses his weapon to attack, it will invisibly cut off the contact of the end of the green, and he can also exert a more terrifying offensive.

It's a pity that the brute bear underestimated the end of the Qing Dynasty, and underestimated the most difficult to cultivate among the three major sword classics of the Qingyue Sword Sect.

"-- A beast is a beast, and even if it becomes a demon beast, it is just a fool without enlightenment."

Qing Mo's old-fashioned and lonely jade face revealed a cold and mocking color, and with a strange and psychedelic step, she met the giant axe slashed by the brute bear, but her figure was obviously close at hand, but the giant axe of the brute bear was always only a little short of hitting.

And when Qingmo's body was unpredictable, she pinched different sword fingers, surrounding the perimeter of the wild bear, as if she was sketching something.

The brute bear began to have a feeling that something was wrong, and when he was about to withdraw from the range where Qingmo was, suddenly Qingmo's body changed, and he disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant, and the brute bear completely lost the trace of Qingmo.

In other words, Qingmo disappeared without a trace in his beastly acuity.

Before the brute bear could react, Qingmo appeared on the periphery of the battle circle strangely, only to see her pinching a sword finger, slashing across the air, and in an instant, the brute bear's heart shook violently, and he felt that between heaven and earth, there was a gray, degenerate, aging, weak, death, and cold aura, turning into a lonely and old sword qi, as if from ancient times to the present, ignoring the barrier of space, penetrating through the brute bear, the earth erected a pillar of gray sword qi, like a sword array, blocking the direction where the brute bear was, Soon, a force of vicissitudes and silence of the rules is wearing away the brute bear......

Qing Mo, who cast this withered sword array, suddenly spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, his face became gray, and his hair became dry, as if he had suddenly aged by more than ten years.