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Chen Jing's heart trembled as soon as he saw the sword, he could naturally see that the sword was also a sword of transformation, and after the transformation, the sword was condensed as a substance. And it hasn't been long since his own sword was transformed, and it can be said that he didn't refine it step by step to formlessness, so the sword gang was much looser.

The snowflakes in the sky, one by one, fell on the sword, silently turning into snow powder and floating in the air, forming a cloud of snow mist.

When the snow mist rose, both swords disappeared at the same time.

The sword roared and scattered across the boundless snowy field.

A circle of snowflakes in the sky suddenly turned into snow mist, and within a mile, the snowflakes that fell into it immediately dispersed.

After a long time, the sword groan disappeared.

The snowflakes returned to their falling appearance, and the two swords reappeared, and the sword light was still the same.

The Sky Sword doesn't look as solid as the one, but it has an advantage. This sword has a sword spirit, and the sword spirit is integrated with Chen Jingyin's god, which is equivalent to the Lost Sky Sword is the same as Chen Jing, which can make the sword more agile. And that sword is condensed, and the power is naturally much greater, it just wants to twist the Lost Sky Sword, as long as the sword is scattered, the Lost Sky Sword will no longer exist, looking at the sword light on the sword, it obviously can't do it.

This is the first person Chen Jing has met since he practiced swordsmanship, and when he was thinking about what kind of person the person behind the sword would be, she had already appeared.

She was dressed in a blue robe, and her hair was tied into a ponytail, fluttering in the wind and snow. A blue belt around the waist tightly tied the waist, making the waist look very slender, and a simple gourd was tied to the left side of the waist. She looked at Chen Jing, her two eyebrows were like swords, she was heroic, she didn't apply any powder on her face, and the whole person looked simple and sharp.

The Lost Sky Sword flickered in the void, and it had turned into a person, the same blue clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his hair tied back at his head, staring at her in the same way.

I saw that she took off the gourd on her waist, opened the gourd mouth with the female finger of her left hand, and with a move of her right hand, the handleless sword blade turned into a white light and fell into her hand, and the sword light reflected her hand more clearly, and it could be clearly seen that her fingernails were extremely short, and it seemed that she was repaired with the handleless short sword.

When the sword fell into her hand, the gourd in her left hand was already facing her mouth, her neck was raised, her eyes were still looking at Chen Jing without blinking, and she could clearly see that her white and slender neck was swallowing.

In the wind and snow, Chen Jing smelled the rich aroma of wine.

In the midst of the wind and snow, a woman in a blue robe stood in the void, pinching the sword light in one hand, and looking up to drink with a wine gourd in the other, her eyes were arrogant, and she had a feeling of treating all beings as nothing. Ye Qingxue is a kind of quiet, quiet, if she doesn't make a move, no one will ever be hostile to her, and the woman in front of her is proud, like the sword light in her hand, without a handle and without a sheath, and her edge is exposed.

While she was looking up and drinking, her eyes were still looking at Chen Jing, and Chen Jing was also looking at her, only feeling that the woman in front of her was extremely dangerous.

Suddenly, the sword light in the woman's right hand turned, and it was flexibly sandwiched between the index and middle fingers, and then the volley barbed down. Without speaking, without politeness, without any excuses, after taking a big sip of wine, a sword pierced the wind and snow. There are still wine marks at the corners of his mouth, flowing down his chin to his snow-white neck, and his other hand is like a blue bird with one wing, still holding a wine gourd.

Chen Jing did not retreat, let alone hide, he has never taken the initiative to fight with others, but in terms of swordsmanship, he has not yet met an opponent who can really defeat him, and today is the first.

So he stood still, holding the sword in his hand as well, although he held a loose sword light in his hand. The sword light floated out, and the two sword groans sounded almost simultaneously.

The snowflakes in the sky dispersed, and the snow fog suddenly appeared, and it was gray, and there was not a single complete snowflake.

In the sky, the woman suddenly disappeared, and Chen Jing also disappeared suddenly. They were all instant swords, and when the two of them reappeared, they had already switched positions. The woman stood on the snow, raised her head and took a sip of wine, facing Chen Jing sideways, Chen Jing was in the void, did not stay, a sword flew down in the air, the snowflakes in front of the sword light collapsed, the woman looked up and drank, her eyes squinted at Chen Jing, and a touch of sword light between her index finger and middle finger stabbed down Chen Jing in the air.

Suddenly, the sword light was already pointing at her slender neck, which was still swallowing wine, and she was suddenly blown up by the sword wind like a green leaf in the wind, and floated up, and a sword pointed at the Lost Sky Sword at the same time. How could Chen Jing be willing to let her sword hit her Lost Heaven Sword, her sword qi was condensed like substance, if she hit the Lost Sky Sword, it would be like a sword meeting another peerless sword, afraid of breaking it if she hit each other. The Lost Sky Sword will naturally not break with a single blow, but when the two swords hit each other, it will make the sword of the Lost Sky Sword body disperse.

The Lost Sky Sword flew away like a white smoke lan at the moment when it stabbed with a touch of sword light, blending into a cloud of snow mist, and Chen Jing naturally disappeared without a trace. The cloud of snow rolled up towards the woman. The female Taoist held a wine gourd in one hand and a sword in the other, floating back, and at the moment when the sword floated up, a sword pierced into the snow mist, and the snow mist that swept towards her immediately stopped. The snow mist cleared, revealing a cloud of sword light.

Chen Jing stood quietly, and the sword was still pointing at the heroic female Taoist. The short sword without a hilt in the female Taoist's hand also pointed at Chen Jing, and the distance between the two was only one zhang, including the distance between the two swords. No one spoke.

The gourd in the female Taoist's hand was raised, and she was about to drink again, and Chen Jingyi's sword had already stabbed out.

In Chen Jing's opinion, her drinking action was a silent invitation to fight, walking with the sword, fluttering in the air like a sword. The sword was in front, and a ball of sword lotus flowers bloomed, and Chen Jing was behind, like a water-green lotus stem.

Blooming, a sword blooms sword lotus.

The sword between the female Taoist's fingers changed direction as Chen Jing changed, and she was always pointing at Chen Jing from afar. Just as the sword lotus bloomed under the cover, she moved. It was not a retreat, but a sword pierced straight into the center of the sword lotus, regardless of it, it seemed that it was a fragile white lotus. At the same time, his body moved with the sword and rushed straight into the sword lotus.

The sword lotus cracked, scattered in all directions, turned into a cloud of white smoke, and showed a flying butterfly, and the butterfly turned into a blue coat, holding a sword light, only to appear, and the sword in his hand was lifted up from the bottom to the female Taoist. And the female Taoist didn't seem to see it at all, and a sword light in her hand stabbed towards Chen Jing's throat.

The instant sword can penetrate dozens of miles of void in an instant.

However, both of them showed instantaneous swordsmanship at such a short distance, without any preparation, and their thoughts were instantaneous.

The sword light pierced Chen Jing's eyes, and the Lost Sky Sword also slashed itself. If it is solid, the other party will definitely disembowel and become two halves. The sword had arrived, and Chen Jing's whole person suddenly floated sideways, like a phantom, and the sword pierced the air.

At the same time, the female Taoist also flew in the air, just avoiding the Lost Sky Sword, her body was like a blue ribbon, flying, and the sword in her hand had been changed to a horizontal stroke, chasing Chen Jing's eyes and stabbing it. And the Lost Sky Sword in Chen Jing's hand was also chasing her and stabbing her.

From a distance, it looks like two fish biting each other head and tail in the water, and at first glance, it looks like the yin and yang fish in the Taiji diagram are turning.

At first glance.

It was just a moment of touch, but the two of them changed several sword moves on the line of life and death. The sword scene was cloudy, the sword chant was still fluttering, and the two of them had separated again, each pointing at each other with his sword.

The fight just now is more than the mentality of life and death, if any of them have a wave, the sword in their hand will definitely be a little slower, then they will have to hate under the opponent's sword.

If the mind is not clear and quiet, it is normal to arrive, and life and death can be determined between life and death. They all know this truth, but they all choose this extreme way, obviously they all have absolute confidence in their hearts.

The snow fell gently, the wind stopped at some point, and the sound of snow falling could be heard between the heavens and the earth.

"I can't imagine that there is a sword cultivator like you outside of Luofu in Luzhou." The female Taoist with the wine gourd in her hand said.

Chen Jing also replied: "The world is vast, I am just a speck of dust in the world, and there are countless people like me outside Luzhou." ”

"The sword immortals in the world come out of Luofu, and one sword breaks through the law of the world. Even your method of cultivating the sword and sacrificing the sword is also passed down by Luofu. Since you cultivate swords, you can't say that you are a mote in the world. The female Taoist said, her figure was already fluttering, and the sword between her fingers pierced Chen Jing's throat like a flash of light.

Chen Jing didn't retreat, and the Lost Sky Sword startled Bai Yanlan, and his body was shrouded in sword light. From a distance, I only saw a sword of the female Taoist from the misty sword light penetrating through the sky and appearing in the distance, without stopping, another sword penetrated through, disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already in the sky, a sword barbed down, and it disappeared without a trace when it was in the air.

Chen Jing's body melted into a cloud of sword light, fluttering around, and he was actually in a defensive state.

Suddenly, the sword light in Chen Jing's hand exploded, and a sword roar sounded in the void, rolling up towards an empty void. The sword light passed, and that void actually appeared in a whirlpool. The snow that was falling quietly around him was actually surging towards the swirl of sword light.

In the sword light, the figure of the female Taoist appeared, she was still holding a wine gourd in one hand and a sword in the other. The body moves with the sword, the left sword and the right sword, and the sword moves are concise. And Chen Jing has already disappeared, there is only a sword in the space, faintly, you can see a blue butterfly flying, up and down, left and right.

It's a sword fight.

When the sword is born, it will be able to draw the aura of heaven and earth. And this method of traction depends on the sword trick, when a set of clever sword tricks is used, it can stir up dozens of miles of wind and clouds to change color, and can break spells. And Chen Jing didn't learn any swordsmanship, what he did was the swordsmanship he learned from the old swordsman when he was a child, so many years, he naturally didn't think it was just ordinary swordsmanship, and he had long guessed in his heart that the old swordsman was not an ordinary person.

This set of swordsmanship is the first time that Chen Jing has used it completely after the sword gang is completed. Many years ago, when he was in Obsidian, he was running for his life completely with his sword gang and instant swordsmanship, but now he is not fleeing, but fighting swords.