The wind and thunder at the tip of Liu Yiqing's sword...... It shocked everyone who watched the battle.

The exclamations of the people were still brewing in their throats, and there was a dead silence in the room.

How could such a simple sword condense such a powerful force?

Including the various cultivation sects, among the people watching the battle at the side gate of the academy today, the only person who can really understand this simple sword is Cheng Lixue, the master of the Heavenly Oracle Division of the Xiling Shrine.

He was the only one who had already sensed the horror of this sword when Liu Yiqing had just stabbed the sword, and his right hand was on the root of the window, silent.

This simple sword is actually not simple, it has the fullest and even perfect spiritual will, with a hundred days of waiting forbearance in spring, and finally there is a faint sword intent of Liu Bai!

Simple, so powerful.

Everything in the world is like this, and so is Haotian Shenhui.

Cheng Lixue held the root of the window with one hand, felt the fierce sword intent coming from the side door of the academy, and thought that if it was himself who faced this simple sword, he would definitely not be able to take it, so he could only retreat quickly, retreat to a place where there was no way to retreat, and squeeze the impossible possibility with a desperate situation.

Even if Prince Longqing was still alive, in the face of such a simple and powerful sword intent, in the face of the wind and thunder at the tip of the sword, he could only choose to temporarily avoid his edge, and risk finding the last chance of life and killing at the cost of injury.

If Liu Yiqing Jiantao is a Taoist idiot, can she stop it?

Cheng Lixue thought of the news from Xiling, and silently added in his heart, of course, it was a Taoist idiot before going to the wasteland.

Immediately afterwards, he quietly denied his thoughts in his heart.

If it was a Dao idiot before going to the wasteland, she would definitely not block this simple sword, but would attack with an expressionless face, and when she herself was stabbed to death by a sword, the person holding the sword would inevitably die first.

So she won't die.

She can deal with Liu Yiqing's sword.

The wind and thunder rushed to his face, and there was a sword intent hidden in it.

Faced with such a dangerous situation and such a terrifying sword, Ning Que chose to close his eyes.

In this moment and closing your eyes, there is often only one explanation, and that is to think about suicide.

Ning Que didn't want to commit suicide, so while closing his eyes, he slashed in front of him with a knife.

He knew that with his current realm cultivation, he would definitely not be able to take this sword, so he didn't think about taking it at all, nor did he rush to attack like Ye Hongyu might do, but attacked.

The action of his swinging knife and slashing is simple, simpler and more primitive than Liu Yiqing's sword stab.

Because the knife itself is simpler and more primitive than the sword.

Swords are weapons that humans deliberately forged to salute or kill.

A sword can pierce a man, but it cannot pierce a jewel

The knife is a stone knife that humans found from heaven and earth, and was originally used for hunting.

A knife can cut people, and it can also chop many things, such as chopping wood.

Ning Que felt the heavy weight from the hilt of the knife, the subtle touch of the blade breaking through the air and reverberating, and a firm and reliable feeling that had not been seen for a long time returned to his body.

He hadn't chopped wood for a long time, and he was very cowardly

Chopping wood again today, although his eyes are closed, his movements are still so skillful.

Skillful enough to look at it and feel natural.

It's so natural that it's comfortable to look at.

Liu Yiqing, who was only facing the blade, felt very uncomfortable and even uncomfortable.

Ning Que slashed out, his movements naturally moved forward, and with a flick of the wrist, the majestic Haoran Qi in his body followed the handle of the knife, frantically pouring into the blade, even if the treasure knife in the palace was suddenly injected with so much Haoran Qi, it would fall apart into countless metal fragments in an instant.

But this new knife, which had been tempered by the sixth senior brother and fused into the weight of three Pu knives, was extremely strongly supported, and the slender blade trembled at a terrifying speed that could not be seen by the naked eye, as if it might break at any time, and it seemed that it would always bear a qiē in silence.

Oh whoop!

After Xiantao Liu Yiqing revealed his realm, the blue brick floor seemed to be spotless, but at this time, the finest ash between the cracks of the green bricks was all shaken out by Ning Que's knife momentum, diffusing to all directions!

The people of Chang'an City who watched the battle couldn't see what was happening in the field at all, and the picture in their eyes was still stuck in Liu Yiqing's wind and thunder sword about to stab Ning Que's face, and the knife in Ning Que's hand was about to cut out, but it was still just an ordinary knife in the air.

Only cultivators with a high realm can clearly feel that there is a majestic aura of heaven and earth, which is constantly flying around the Pu knife in Ning Que's hand, and the quantity and purity of this aura of heaven and earth are even more terrifying than the heaven and earth vitality absorbed by Liu Yiqing's wind and thunder sword!

Cheng Lixue also supported the window tower with her right hand, her body tensed, and her face was shocked.

He Mingchi, who was standing by the car, raised his head and held the wheel with his right hand.

Those green leaves in the air that were crushed into powder by Liu Yiqing's sword intent turned invisible when they touched the sword wind.

In the distance, a wildflower peeking out in the crack on the stone steps dissolved in an instant.

Ning Que's sword and Liu Yiqing's sword finally met.

The sword was majestic, and it was so suppressed that the wind and thunder on the tip of Liu Yiqing's sword kept shaking, trembling, as if it was like a residual candle in the strong wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Liu Yiqing was shocked.

He didn't expect that Ning Que was obviously the weakest person on the second floor of the academy, and was even commented by the Taoist idiot as a shame for the academy, why did he show such a strong cultivation strength at this time.

But he wasn't ready to retreat, he wasn't ready to stop his sword...... The sword in his hand still looked forward.

Because he had been sitting quietly at the side gate of the academy for three whole months, he had made the most adequate preparations for the state that might happen in this duel, including the skyrocketing realm after Ning Que's penance was broken.

He firmly believed that when Ning Que's sword and the sword in his hand met, there would definitely be the slightest condensation.

Because as long as you are human, you will definitely think.

As long as he thought about it, Ning Que would think of Chao Xiaoshu from the sword in his hand.

Why is Chao Xiaoshu's sword in his hand?

Chao Xiaoshu really lost to himself?

Is Chao Xiaoshu alive or dead?

If Chao Xiaoshu is alive, can you still cut it down with this knife?

Aren't you worried that cutting down this knife will follow me to the burial?

You think you can stop thinking by closing your eyes and not looking at this sword?

Liu Yiqing thought indifferently.

He firmly believed that Ning Que could think, so even if Ning Que had non-human willpower and could ensure that there was no stagnation in the action of swinging the knife, there would definitely be a gap in his state of mind.

The strong compete with each other, and it is the victory and defeat that are not disappointed, and the victory or defeat is often only in a thought.

Liu Yiqing knew that he could grasp the gap in Ning Que's mood, and he had been preparing for this for a long time.

However, Ning Que's movements did not pause in the slightest.

He closed his eyes and slashed in front of him, the slash was so decisive and ruthless.

His thoughts didn't pause either.

The reason why he closed his eyes was not because he didn't want to see the sword towards Xiaoshu.

He didn't think about whose sword this was at all, he didn't think that Chao Xiaoshu might die, he might be locked up in the Sword Pavilion and it would be better to die than to die, if he cut it down with one sword, Chao Xiaoshu might really die.

He didn't think about anything, he just wanted to cut off the knife in his hand.

It's and the idea is simple.

It's much simpler than Liu Yiqing's idea.

So it's too much bigger.

The Pu knife in Ning Que's hand suddenly became brighter!

Countless golden rays of light erupted from the dull blade, like a sun leaping out of a sea of clouds, and like a burning cloud in the twilight.

The golden light ejected from the blade was bundled into a puff by Ning Que's telekinesis, and instead of spreading it around, it turned into a puff of flames and hit Liu Yiqing's face directly.

Cheng Lixue's hands holding the root of the window suddenly tightened and stood up in the car.

With two loud sounds, the window root shattered, and he smashed a large hole in the wall of the carriage.

He Mingchi, who was standing next to the car, didn't notice the movement behind him at all, and his right hand holding the wheel was strained because of tension, and his knuckles were deeply immersed in the wheel, and sawdust flew everywhere.

The two of them looked at the side door of the academy in shock, and shouted incredulously: "Divine art!"

A terrible noon sounded on the blue brick floor of the side gate of the academy

The ten thousand rays of light on Ning Quedao's body hit Liu Yiqing's face like flowing fire, and the pure Haotian Divine Radiance caught his eyes, and then pierced into his sea of consciousness, causing him a sharp pain.

However, his eyes came to see the real drama, any light disappeared in an instant, the world became dark, no matter how firm his sword heart was, he couldn't help but be distracted, and the sword momentum was chaotic.

The Pu knife in Ning Que's hand slashed at Liu Yiqing's sword.

The knife is mighty.

The wind and thunder on the tip of Liu Yiqing's sword suddenly flew like ashes and disappeared like smoke.

As if the burning Pu knife continued to chop.

The sword in Liu Yiqing's hand directly turned into countless fragments.

The knife momentum continues.

Ning Que closed his eyes and took out the knife, he only knew Liu Yiqing's original location.

Therefore, when the Pu knife fell, it did not hit Liu Yiqing's body and retreated miserably, but slashed on the blue brick ground.

But just cut it down, and that's enough.

The burning Pu knife was so heavy that it slashed on the ground, splashing countless sparks, and the Haotian Divine Radiance on the knife suddenly burst open, turning into an extremely terrifying breath of heaven and earth, and hit Liu Yiqing's body in the air!

The wind is blowing.

In this extremely majestic aura of heaven and earth, Liu Yiqing's body was like a sandbag in a hurricane, flying up diagonally lightly, falling heavily on the hard ground, and the wolf rolled unbearably for more than a dozen times in a row, until it hit a peach tree under the hillside and did not stop.

I could only hear a gurgling sound, and I didn't know if it was the peach tree or his bones broken.

Liu Yiqing held the peach tree with her trembling right hand and stood up with difficulty.

At this time, his clothes were torn, and the blood on his body was dripping, stained with dust, and it was unbearable to see, and the peach blossoms that had been blooming for some time fell like rain, and the color of the sprinkled on his body was three points thicker than the color of blood.

The most terrifying thing is that his eyes look intact as before, and even have the cold sword intent at the beginning, but looking at his blank expression, he can't see!

After a while, Liu Yiqing finally woke up from Nirvana's mental state, and when he was awake, he began to fear, because he was so frightened that he began to go crazy.

He stared at the sky with blank eyes, clutched the remaining hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, like holding the last straw, and kept waving wildly around him, shouting hoarsely: "How can you use divine magic! Who taught you divine magic!"

(To be continued)