It was early, the morning light was faint, the mist was floating in the field in front of the green hills, the light was dim, and the dew on the blades of grass reflected the light in the environment like blackened pearls.

There were five swords stuck in the field, and they were the swords that the second senior brother had snatched from the disciples of the Sword Pavilion yesterday. Instead of standing in front of the five swords, as he had done yesterday, he walked around.

The Battle of Qingxia lasted all day, and instead of taking a step back, he took a step forward.

In the depths of the mist, a sudden sound of a broken cry sounded.

"Sanqingshan Liang Xiang came to receive the teaching!"

Sanqing Mountain is a famous spot in the southeast, it is a great sect of Taoism, but the reputation of the Rotten Ke Temple is too famous over the years, so in contrast, some people are nameless, in fact, there are many strong people in the faction.

Liang Xiang is the young disciple with the highest talent and the highest realm in Sanqing Mountain, and he is deeply loved by the elders of the sect, even the Xiling Temple has a lot of attention, and he is very confident in his own kendo.

After receiving the military order from the Xiling Divine Temple last night, he was not as gloomy as other cultivators, on the contrary, he was very excited, he wanted to see if this second master of the academy could take his own sword.

So his voice is very confident, very proud.

Along with this sound came a brilliant flying sword, the sharp and narrow blade of the sword, like a feather arrow that easily pierced the air and mist, and roared.

The second senior brother looked at the depths of the mist, there was no emotion, he didn't look at the flying sword, and stretched out his right hand.

There was a tearing sound in the mist.

It's like countless pieces of paper, torn into countless pieces by powerful fingers.

The breath of heaven and earth in front of Qingxia, with this sound. Teared alive.

The wisp of heaven and earth vitality dragged by that flying sword naturally broke as it tore everywhere.

A muffled grunt of pain sounded in the fog.

The flying sword that roared suddenly lost control and fell down slowly.

fell into the hands of the second senior brother.

The second senior brother grabbed the flying sword and threw it behind him at will.

With a thud, a sharp flying sword. Plunge deep into the slightly wet field ground.

Standing side by side with the five flying swords last night.

As the morning light grew, the mist suddenly disappeared.

The picture of the field became clear.

A young Taoist priest stood there in a daze, his hands empty. There was blood all over his chest, and looking at his expression, he looked like he was scared stupid.

He is the proud Liang Xiang of Sanqingshan.

Two Sanqingshan men stepped forward to grab his arms. lest he fall to the ground.

Liang Xiang only came to his senses at this time, and a strange cry of horror came out of his throat.

Yesterday, watching the flying sword of the Sword Pavilion disciple being snatched away, he was still mocking those Southern Jin Dynasty people who did not match their names, but at this moment, he saw his natal sword being snatched away, and he knew what it was like.

How could such a thing happen?

How did the man across from him do it?

Why didn't the sect elders teach?

Tongmen dragged Liang Xiang back to the south of the field, he looked at the gloomy sky stupidly, and let out a few strange howls from time to time, and the Dao heart that was hit was completely destroyed.

The second senior brother did not notice these details.

He had even forgotten where the proud young Dao Sect cultivator came from and what his name was.

More and more cultivators appeared in the wilderness. There are also dozens of strong men in the army who have obviously been immersed in martial arts cultivation for many years, and the common feature of these people is that they do not ride horses, and they all have talisman paper attached to them.

Is this how the Xiling Temple responded?

The second senior brother raised his broad iron sword and pointed it at the dense cultivators, his left hand behind him.

The people of the academy under the tent. Seeing this action of the senior brother, he knew that this was an order for them not to move.

Since the Xiling Temple has been prepared, the sound of the qin flute does not need to be sounded for the time being.

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The second cultivator who launched an attack on Qingxia was a loose cultivator from Xiaodong Mountain.

This casual cultivator cultivates the martial arts, and he doesn't take an ordinary path. If he is willing to join the army, whether in the Southern Jin Dynasty or in the Song and Qi Kingdoms, he can find a position as a general, but his life goal is to become the commander of the Xiling Temple, so he has not been out of the mountain, until the temple edict to the Tang Dynasty, he finally ushered in the opportunity of life.

As long as you can show your already strong strength in this war, you will naturally be favored by the temple.

That's what the sanctuatri thinks, and that's what he does.

He raised the heavy knife that slaughtered the lion and tiger in Xiaodong Mountain, shouted like thunder, kicked out an earth dragon in the field with both feet, and rushed towards the Qingxia unstoppably.

The speed of this casual cultivator was so fast that even the air was humming.

The cultivators in the wilderness only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the scattered cultivator had already swept in front of the second senior brother, and the big sword slashed down with endless might!

There was still no expression on the second senior brother's face.

He raised his broad, straight iron sword and swung it out.

The edges of the armor that covered the whole body were exposed with a coat exposed.

When he swung his sword, there was not a trembling in the sleeves of his shirt.

Just as Liu Bai explained to his disciples last night, when the second senior brother swung his sword, he did not use his own strength, but the power of heaven and earth, so his movements were very natural.

His movements are natural.

It's like waving your sleeves.

There was not a trace of clouds rolled up, but all the breath of heaven and earth in front of the Qingxia swept up.

His arm and iron sword, between the breath of heaven and earth, followed, with heart but not force.

The iron sword met the loose cultivator's broadsword in the air.

The blade that once slashed the lion and the tiger was as small and fragile as a piece of paper before heaven and earth.

Only a click was heard, and the heavy knife shattered into countless pieces.

The iron sword continued to move forward, seemingly gently and calmly clapping against the loose cultivator's chest.

There was a loud bang.

The burly body of the loose cultivator suddenly flew off the ground into the air, flew a distance of dozens of zhang, and then fell heavily to the ground, smashing out a deep pit.

A moment later. A violent and unwilling roar sounded in the pit.

The sanxiu threw the hilt of the knife from his hand and angrily crawled out of the pit.

Then he fell back into the pit.

He roared and climbed again.

He fell back into the pit again.

If so, five times.

The casual cultivator finally couldn't climb anymore, and he fell to the bottom of the pit in some confusion.

Wow.

He began to vomit blood, which was black, and even some debris of internal organs could be seen inside.

The power of that iron sword actually penetrated into this person's incomparably strong body. It directly shattered his internal organs.

And the cultivator himself was unaware of it, until he tried to stand up five times, and those vibrations. Only then did the internal organs, which were already covered with countless cracks, all cracked.

It's like that seemingly powerful knife.

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The next person to attack Qingxia was not alone.

Nor is it a sword.

Rather, more than twenty swords.

More than 20 flying swords from cultivators of various sects and sects.

A field shrouded in darkness. I only heard the terrible sound of the sword, but I saw that the sword body was like a rainbow, and it became bright.

These more than twenty people are all great sword masters of the Cave Xuan Realm!

The number of cultivators in the world is not large, and the number of Cave Xuan Realm is even less, and the ability to organize so many great sword masters on one battlefield can only be the Tang Dynasty and the Xiling Temple.

The picture of more than 20 flying swords whistling and dancing wildly is extremely rare.

Even a great powerhouse who knows his fate at the pinnacle will feel very tricky in the face of such an attack.

The second senior brother didn't find it tricky. I just feel that I only have two hands, and I am just a little troublesome.

Looking at the more than twenty flying swords that broke through the air, he plunged the iron sword into the dirt in front of him, and stretched out his hands into the air to catch them at will, because the movements were too fast, so it looked a little messy.

All I could hear was a myriad of crunching sounds.

More than 20 flying swords. They were all caught in his hands.

His palms are not large.

I don't know how to catch so many swords.

Those flying swords were held horizontally in his hands, just like a peacock who was really proud, so proud that he was too lazy to dress up and wake up without incident, opening the screen to dry his wings at will for a moment, it was really messy.

Then he threw the flying swords behind him.

The swords plunged into the wet field.

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Haotian Dao Sect rules the world, and even the Sword Saint Liu Bai and the Book Saint King are all Keqing, and I don't know how many cultivators are their vassals. This Battle of Qingxia was undoubtedly the battle in which the number of cultivators had participated in the largest number of battles in a hundred years.

Countless cultivators and coalition powerhouses rushed across the wilderness, attacking Qingxia like waves, slapping at the man who was standing silently in front of Qingxia, no matter how many companions in front of him fell, the people behind still continued.

This is the succession of the former and the latter.

It's just that the successor still can't take a step forward, and he can only afford to do it.

Dozens of arms flew into the sky with blood.

Dozens of corpses were shaken into the distance.

Countless flying swords burst through the air miserably, and then turned into scrap metal in the man's hands.

Yesterday, in the field in front of the Qingxia, there were tens of thousands of feather arrows, which was a forest of arrows.

The vibration of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi stimulated by today's battle had already shattered those feathered arrows into rubble, and in their place were more than a hundred flying swords deeply inserted in the wilderness.

Those flying swords have different styles and different breaths, some wide and some narrow, some sharp and some blunt.

But when they are inserted into the ground, they make no difference.

It's all so lifeless.

It was a sword forest, more like a sword mound.

The second senior brother stood in front of the sword mound, occasionally waving his iron sword.

He always stood at the very beginning, not moving.

His eyebrows were still flat, not even for a moment.

He didn't show anything shocking and surprising, just waved the iron sword calmly and silently, from the first sword to the present, no matter the posture angle or power of the sword, there was no change.

He didn't seem to know what tiredness was at all, from early morning to noon, each sword was so focused, so it seemed so casual, and he felt that even if he had to kill until dusk, he wouldn't change anything.

His body was stained with blood, and the position where the blood flowed over the armor did not change, and the position where it dripped from the edge of the armor did not change, so the field in front of him was smashed into several clear puddles of blood.

He was as meticulous as he had been in the past years, both in his posture and in his expression.

Kill with scrupulousness.

The more this happens, the more terrifying it becomes.

The sword intent that runs across the field is gradually becoming scarce.

Many cultivators are so overwhelmed by fear that they subconsciously stop attacking.

Suddenly there was a cry from the crowd.

I don't know which cultivator of the cultivation sect it was, but I was scared and cried.

No one thought to laugh at that person.

Because looking at the iron sword that was dripping blood......

Everyone wanted to cry.

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(Today's chapter on this, the update in the last few days may be a little less, because the end of the year is approaching, tomorrow my father-in-law and mother-in-law will come back, I have to pick up the station, there are still a lot of things to do, and then there is the update in February because of the New Year, there will definitely be less, in order to avoid saying that I will fork after the fork...... Since March, the number of monthly updates has been increased and noted in advance as a pressure and commitment. There is another thing to report to you, that is, the annual selection, mainly the alliance leader selection, although f and old k may really not care about this, but the two of them are now in the top ten of the alliance leader's selection, and please have a ticket in your hand, support it a lot, take this opportunity, and thank you for your kindness for more than a year, and the rest is not much to say, I write a good book in return, hard work. In addition: I still like Jun Mo the most, so I will write more about this paragraph, and I held it for a long time, just to write about the Battle of Qingxia. (To be continued)