A hand reaches into the air.

That hand is steady, with a strong thumb and slender four fingers, which is suitable for holding a sword.

But at this time, the hand did not hold anything, but pointed at the great sword that broke through the air.

A few faint wisps of breath came out of his fingers.

The great sword seemed to sense something, and began to tremble, and then swung up and down, left and right, and the amplitude became larger and larger, like a man bound by a rope, constantly struggling.

The second senior brother looked at the big sword in silence, without any superfluous emotion on his face, just calm.

The big sword became more and more unpeaceful, and the people watching the battle in the wilderness even faintly felt fear from the swinging struggle of the sword's body.

The big sword trembled more and more, and the sword body gradually cracked, and then cracked again!

Only a few sneering sounds were heard, and several sword shadows appeared in the air dozens of zhang high, and then turned into several sword rainbows, following an extremely harmonious trajectory, flying towards the body of the second senior brother one after another.

Although the speed of the sword is fast, and although the blade of the sword is powerful, there is no killing intent at all.

When a flying sword flew in front of the second senior brother, it suddenly slowed down, and finally hovered in front of him, the sword body trembled slightly, like a very obedient and obedient child, waiting to be punished after doing something wrong.

The second senior brother reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, took off the flying sword, and plunged it into the ground in front of him.

The word picking is very accurate, because he is not grabbing, nor robbing, nor stealing, he just reached out and grasped it very casually, and took the flying sword off the air.

His movements were ordinary and natural, like picking a fruit from a treetop branch.

The second flying sword arrived at this time.

The second senior brother reached out and plucked it off as well, and inserted it into the ground in front of him.

The third flying sword.

The fourth course.

The fifth course.

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The second senior brother stood outside the Qingxia.

In the field beside him, a large iron sword was inserted.

Next to the iron sword, five swords were inserted.

It looks like a fence made of a sword.

Those five swords used to be a big sword, from the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion, made by the sword saint Liu Bai, and learned the style of the master. The effect is the former virtuous temperament, and the power is naturally extraordinary.

But after meeting the second senior brother, this big sword could only be reopened, and then it was taken off obediently and honestly.

Then it was made into a fence.

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Those few Sword Pavilion disciples, looking at the picture in the Qingxia in the distance, were extremely shocked and a little at a loss, and only later did they find that the Natal Sword was out of control, and Zhihai was hit hard. Wow, he vomited blood.

In the camp of the Xiling Temple, there was also a dead silence.

Especially those big people with high realms, their faces are even more ugly, only they know what the seemingly simple means of the second senior brother picking up his sword as a fence means.

The great sword of the Sword Pavilion was forcibly reseparated. It was already a very unimaginable thing, and what shocked them even more was the picture of the second senior brother taking the five swords later.

Cultivation is about manipulation, and the practitioner's manipulation of natal objects begins with the innate mind, and every practitioner will spend the most time and energy in his cultivation career to strengthen the connection between himself and his natal objects, so this kind of manipulation. It is one of the strongest relationships in the world of practice.

Even if there is a world of difference in realm levels, it is difficult for high-level cultivators to sever the connection between low-level cultivators and natal objects, even if some truly powerful great cultivators can do this with strong means, they have never heard of anyone who can so easily turn the other party's natal object into their own.

The second senior brother stretched out his hand to summon each other before, the big sword split, and the five flying swords were ordered to go, surrendering and falling. Apparently not destroyed by him. Instead, he was subdued...... How did he do it?

In the gods, the expression on Ye Hongyu's face became a little weird. Two unnatural blush appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and the starlight in the depths of her eyes became brighter, looking excited and vigilant.

"There are actually people in the world who can see through the slightest changes in the rotation of heaven and earth! It turns out that before me and Ning Que, there were already people in this world who already had a talented fighting spirit!"

Facing the powerful sword of the Southern Jin Sword Pavilion, the second senior brother did not choose to take out the sword.

He chose to make a move.

He came out with a hand.

One hand is enough.

However, the battle at Qingxia did not end there.

The big sword of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion is six swords in one.

At this time, five swords were inserted in the ground in front of the second senior brother, and one sword was missing.

Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged in the wilderness and let out a clear roar.

Blood oozed out of the white cloth that covered his eyes, and his thoughts rushed out.

An extremely misty sword shadow appeared above the blue sky, and then disappeared in an instant, and when it appeared in the next moment, it had already passed through the position of the second senior brother and came to the metal tent in front of the green gorge!

In terms of the Sword Pavilion, there is no extravagant hope at all, relying on this big sword, he can defeat the second senior brother.

From the very beginning, their purpose was to use this sword to hide the last shadow of the sword.

After Liu Yiqing's eyes were cut blind by Ning Que, his sword heart became extremely pure and calm, and his inability to see made his perception of the vitality of heaven and earth extremely keen, and now his sword was as strange as a charm.

That ghostly sword shadow stabbed Beigong Weiyang!

The previous charge of the temple cavalry has proved that the piano player Beigong Weiyang is the key figure in this battle, and Liu Yiqing's goal has always been him and the piano on his lap!

Sensing that success was just around the corner, the natal sword seemed to be about to touch those tight strings, Liu Yiqing couldn't help but get excited, and the howling became sharper.

His eyes were injured by Ning Que at the side gate of the academy, but he didn't hate the academy, because it was a fair contest, he just wanted to defeat the academy, even if it was only once, no matter who it was.

The next moment, Liu Yiqing's howling suddenly stopped.

His face showed extremely complicated feelings.

Because he felt that his natal sword had touched a lot of string-like silks.

But that's not the strings.

Because there are too many of those threads.

More is like a net.

A net waiting to be cast.

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The spirit of Beigong Weiyang has always been on the strings. He didn't pay attention to what was happening on the battlefield, because the second senior brother was always standing there like a green mountain, so he thought that he must be safe.

So when Liu Yiqing's mysterious and indescribable sword shadow suddenly disappeared from the blue sky, flashed in the metal canopy, appeared in front of him, and was about to stab into his chest and abdomen, he was startled.

As the Great Priest of Heaven said, he and Simon were not confused by the law of music. Even if he cultivated to the realm of knowing fate, he still wouldn't fight, so in the face of this flying sword, he didn't have any way to deal with it.

Beigong Weiyang thought that he was really going to die at this moment.

The next moment he remembered that there were many people around him, so he knew that he should not die.

He really didn't die.

The seventh senior sister Mu Yu's wrist was slightly raised, and the embroidery needle between her fingers was passed through the embroidered cloth.

Red thread on the embroidery needle. It had been hanging on the ground, tying everyone's ankles and those metal rods, and as she moved, the red lines that looked like a mess also moved.

As soon as the red line moved, there were countless lines as fine as wool in the tent. The breath of tenacity as gold is born.

The mysterious sword shadow was bound by countless breaths, and suddenly turned into an insect thrown into a spider web, and it was like a beast stuck in a quagmire, no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't move forward an inch.

Liu Yiqing, who was sitting cross-legged in the field in the distance, knew better than anyone the situation he was facing at this time because of the connection between the natal sword, and he did not hesitate to try to recall the natal sword.

A ghostly sword shadow. Because of the sudden stillness, the main body was finally revealed, which was a very faint and delicate flying sword, and it was ready to retreat silently.

The fourth senior brother was looking down and drawing something on the sand table.

Sensing that the flying sword was intent to leave, he raised his head, and with a flick of his fingers, a yellowish rune paper flew up, landed on the sword, and wrapped it.

Liu Yiqing's sword is extremely sharp. At this time, he forcibly retreated under the control of his telekinesis. I only heard a snort, and a crack appeared in the yellowish rune paper. The meaning of the rune has not yet had time to be fully explained.

But the two hold each other, and there is always a period of temporary rest.

At that moment, an iron clamp reached out from the air beside it.

The iron clamp opened and closed, clamped the flying sword, and rested it on the blazing fire.

The faint blue flame instantly burned the rune paper wrapped around the sword.

A heavy hammer was lifted high and slammed down.

There was a crunch bang.

The faint but tenacious sword jumped up as if it couldn't bear the pain.

This is the sixth senior brother striking iron.

This is the sixth senior brother refining the sword.

It's an action he's repeated all his life.

Even the hardest swordsman in the world could not have been more skillful and natural than his movements.

So that tricky sword, there is no chance of refusal at all.

It was smashed into scrap metal.

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Poof.

Liu Yiqing's face was pale, and his chest was full of blood spit out.

His body staggered and he nearly fell.

Only then did he understand why his own trickery sword could hide from the eyes of the second senior brother.

That's because these academy disciples don't care about their own trickery at all.

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"You're a good sword. You are also very good to be able to advance to the realm of knowing fate in such a short period of time, but what is really good is the big sword from before. ”

The second senior brother said: "Liu Bai's idea is very good, the teacher's sword in the world, only need to pick up a wisp of his sword intent, it can sweep the world, unfortunately, the cultivation realm of you people is a little weaker, if it is six sword masters who know the fate realm, it will be much more difficult for me to deal with it." ”

Liu Yiqing, supported by his fellow disciples, stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from his lips, listened to the direction of the voice, and saluted sincerely: "Thank you Mr. Second for your advice." ”

"Go back and tell Sù Liu Bai, since you always have to make a move in the end, it's better to shoot now, why let you people come to die, while I'm at my peak now, I'm also going to fight. ”

The second senior brother looked at somewhere in the south and said with an expressionless face.

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In the camp of the Western Tomb Temple in the south.

The quiet carriage was still quiet.

Half an hour later, there was a somewhat lonely voice in the carriage.

"The more you fight, the stronger you are, this is Jun Mo, since you want to fight happily, you naturally have to wait for you to fight first, otherwise wouldn't you live up to this battle between you and me?"