Under the stage, Lin Qinghan looked at the fire phoenix Liaoyuan turned into sword intent, with excited battle intent in his eyes, and he couldn't wait that the person standing opposite Sang Luo at this moment was him.

This move can be compared to the sword intent of the vast world.

In a short period of time, she was able to realize the second move, a sword move that was comparable to the combat power of Haoran World!

Sanglu's growth speed is simply terrifying!

And on the martial arts stage, Ji Qingfeng also smiled, raised his sword and condensed thousands of sword qi, and met her sword move head-on.

"When the rain falls, all things are born!"

After he whispered, thousands of sword qi sprinkled like spring rain, heading towards the fire of the prairie fire.

The moment the two sword qi collided, the phoenix let out a cry in the spring rain.

Sang Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword peak turned slightly, heading towards Ji Qingfeng.

The phoenix burned away, and behind each firelight there was a hidden sword qi, and the moment the rain fell, there were also a series of sword qi hidden in it.

The cultivation of the two of them is still swordsmanship, and they don't want to go up and down.

This back and forth, no one can beat anyone.

Sang Luo's complexion became solemn, Ji Qingfeng was not Lin Qinghan, and he would not fight stronger and stronger.

But he cultivates the Tao of Ordinary Life, and this heaven and earth will naturally send him a steady stream of spiritual power.

Although she has the blessing of Haoran Sword Dao, as she fights, her sword intent will become stronger, but her aura is constantly being consumed.

But if you borrow the exercises in the circulation method, it is meaningless to consume it with the season breeze.

So at the moment when the sword qi was agitated, the girl's eyes were slightly closed, her spiritual power was spread, and she gathered her Dao intent, and she used that trick to dominate the world-

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the sword intent is invisible.

And Ji Qingfeng has been waiting for Sang Luo's move for a long time.

This is a competition of sword intent between sword cultivators.

As far as sword cultivation is concerned, what supports sword qi swordsmanship is sword intent!

If the sword intent is strong, it will be invincible!

Ji Qingfeng stood in the wind, his wrist slightly flipped and raised a sword intent, like a spring breeze, his thin lips opened lightly, and he spit out four words,

"Red dust!"

So thousands of red dust rolled in, and in an instant Sangluo was brought into a mysterious situation, all kinds of people flashed in front of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it was in the noisy city, Chang'an Avenue was even narrow and evil, and the green ox and white horse Qixiang car were prosperous.

Sang Luo looked back, the red dust changed, the palace was opened in nine days, and all the countries were dressed and crowned. The sound of the phoenix flute moved, the jade pot turned brightly, singing and dancing, and she sat on the throne.

The girl was dressed in green clothes, looked at the people who bowed down below, raised her hand to touch the golden dragon chair, and whispered,

"Imperial power is rich and rich, and the power of life and death?"

It's just a cage!

In her heart, there are no waves.

In the blink of an eye, the scene changes again, the clear pond and jade water surround the mountains and rivers, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the hedge falls sparsely, the smoke curls, the child hangs his head to learn the economy, and the naughty boy flutters the butterflies.

Suddenly, someone grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Sister."

The immature voice sounded, Sang Luo looked down, a little girl with two pigtails was looking at her with a pair of big watery eyes, her eyes were dark, and her voice was immature.

"Sister, help me put the paper kite."

As she spoke, she raised the paper kite in her hand.

Sang Luo raised his hand and touched her head, took her paper kite, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

"Okay."

So the paper kite rode the wind, and the little girl cheered.

Sang Luo handed the thread to her hand, raised his hand and rubbed her head,

"Let's play."

The little girl bounced away, Sang Luo raised her eyes, looked at the paper kite in the sky, and smiled at the corner of her lips,

"Ji Qingfeng, your red dust is indeed good."

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