The battle begins.

Bai Jian flicked the small sword in his fingertips, and then countless explosions were heard in the air.

This is an extremely violent sword qi.

The sword qi like a waterfall overflowed, and there was no need for Bai Jianyi to make a move, and the sword qi turned into rain and dew, and appeared overwhelmingly above Su Qingming's head.

Su Qingming grasped the sword and took a light step forward, and then his entire body disappeared.

In the next breath, the ground where he was originally located seemed to be cut into tofu by thousands of thin lines in an instant, and scattered stone chips fluttered and fell to the ground.

The white sword's eyes condensed slightly, and a sword stabbed out towards the void, just colliding with the long sword Jing Qing.

Bang!

Su Qingming's figure reappeared on the bridge.

The swords of the two remained as if they were colliding.

The figures of the two seemed to stop here at the same time, never moving again.

Immediately afterward, there were countless rapid collisions of silver-white sword qi within a radius of ten zhang of the bridge.

Rumble!

The sound was like an explosion of countless muffled thunder, and those sword streams that leaked wildly everywhere filled the entire bridge.

The bridges on both sides were broken at the roots.

The surface of the lake began to explode violently, and the water splashed everywhere.

At the head of the bridge, a stone lion is split in two from the middle.

Countless ordinary people who were watching felt the stinging pain on their cheeks like knives, and they all took a few steps back.

As time passed, the eyes of the two became brighter and brighter, and the sword qi around them became more and more violent.

Smack.

Su Qingming stopped, as if coming out of that strange state of silence, and then his figure flashed again, and he gently stepped back.

Bai Jianyi seized this opportunity and rushed forward without fear, looking like he was going to directly press Su Qingming out of the bridge with momentum.

Su Qingming came to the end of the bridge in a few flashes, no longer retreated, and slapped his right hand towards the sword body.

Rumble!

The sword qi like the sea rushed out, and the forced white sword retreated helplessly and landed at the end of the bridge.

"Run?" Bai Jian tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Su Qingming's face was expressionless, and he just slowly held the sword diagonally in his hand.

Bai Jian narrowed his eyes, no longer talking nonsense, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate wildly.

"Whew."

Su Qingming exhaled lightly, his green shirt fluttered, and then the whole person directly turned into a cyan streamer, and countless phantoms appeared on the straight line on the bridge.

The transformation of a sword into a rainbow is not the same concept as the transformation of an entire individual into a rainbow.

No matter how fast a sword is, if it can't hit someone, it's useless.

But people are different.

One sword misses, and there are a thousand swords.

The purple rope in the white sword's hand was surrounded by sword qi, as if it had become a sword of wind and snow.

The snow sword slowly extended, and in the end, it was more than a zhang.

That's when it happened. Changhong to the top!

There was a brief silence in the air, and then the entire bridge, the street, and even the ground shattered almost at the same time.

Bang!

The hard bridge boulders crumbled into debris and then fell on the surface of the lake with a pop.

The Mingyue Bridge was destroyed, leaving only a long stone ridge filled with countless sword marks.

In a square inch, Bai Jianyi and Su Qingming's bodies turned into a ray of light and shadow that could be vaguely seen with the naked eye, and then there were thousands of violent collisions in the rubble in the sky.

There was a sword light next to the Yingxian Inn.

There was also a sword light above the mysterious old man's head.

Countless people were surrounded by sword lights that lit up at the same time.

Seeing this scene, countless people in the audience showed a shocked look of appreciation.

This scene is too strong and too beautiful.

The two of them did not use the so-called power of heaven and earth, nor did they use any Dao methods, and they were able to fight so beautifully and thrilling just by relying on their understanding of kendo, which is really admirable.

Cicada Yi's gaze moved with the sword light, and said, "It's very strong, but I feel that Su Qingming is going to lose." ”

Song Nu didn't speak, but he didn't refute either.

From the beginning of the sword just now, Su Qingming showed an extremely terrifying sword dao strength, competing with the white sword that had been in the dust realm for many years, whether it was sword intent, swordsmanship, or body technique, he did not fall behind at all, and faintly occupied a trace of the upper hand.

But the question is .... The current Bai Jianyi is simply competing with Su Qingming in swordsmanship, and has not yet used the realm mana, let alone the power of the dust realm.

The cultivator of the Dust Realm was already as light as a swallow, and his body was vaguely connected to heaven and earth, and Su Qingming and Bai Jianyi of the Ning Yuan Realm were almost an insurmountable gap between the two.

If it was just that, then Su Qingming would definitely be defeated.

The cultivators present who had the ability to see this scene also thought the same thing, so they did not show the slightest expression on their faces.

Alone.

That person didn't have much of a strong realm, but his face was full of weirdness.

His name is Zhang Ruoxu.

He had personally seen Su Qingming fight with Hu Shao who came out of the dust realm, and the feeling that the battle at this moment gave him was that Su Qingming seemed to be much easier than last time.

Why is that?

Blind?

Suddenly, the sword intent in the air disappeared.

This proves that the short sword contest in the middle began to end, and countless ordinary people opened their sour and red eyes.

The figures of Su Qingming and Bai Jianyi landed on the surface of the lake full of boulders, shaking slightly.

The powerful Purple Suo Famous Sword had the same change at this moment, and the sword qi slowly disappeared, but instead the sword body slowly turned into a void white.

The almost illusory sword body floated silently in mid-air, exuding a divine aura.

"I'll admit you're stronger than I expected."

Bai Jianyi said: "But now I want to end this competition. ”

Previously, Bai Jianyi did not use the power of the Dust Realm, but simply competed with swords, and the two of them were both sword cultivators, so they naturally wanted to defeat Su Qingming in the sword path.

But as the competition continued, he found that he had not defeated Su Qingming in the sword path, and if the stalemate continued, there was even a faint possibility of defeat.

So he no longer chooses to compete in kendo.

Although it is a bit embarrassing, most people in the world don't care about the reason, they only remember the victory or defeat of the competition.

Su Qingming still didn't have any emotion, and let out a faint sigh.

The battle continued.

However, this time, Bai Jianyi did not control the sword with qi again, but used the sword to control the qi.

Most of the swordsmanship of the monks of the Qingcheng Sword Sect is to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and the range of power is extremely large.

When it comes to the powerful swordsmanship of the Qingcheng Sword Out of the Dust Realm, it is one of the most powerful swordsmanship in the world.

The swordsmanship he performed could not be stopped even by the masters of the Ordinary Cave True Realm.

The white sword pinched lightly with one finger, and the purple rope that exuded a void white brilliance disappeared, not with that kind of swish, but the entire sword body seemed to slowly merge with the space.

Immediately afterwards, Su Qingming's body also disappeared at the same time.

The sun-drenched lake is crystal clear and calm, leaving only gravel floating on the water.

Countless people looked at each other, some incomprehensible.

Where did Su Qingming go.

Cicada Yi and Song Nu were on the heights of Chang'an City, and their gazes quickly turned around in various places throughout the city.

Yes, because Su Qingming and the long sword roamed the streets and alleys of this city.

To be precise, it was Su Qingming who ran around with that sword.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Bai Jian's mouth, ordinary people thought that the Qingcheng Sword Sect's thunder method was powerful within a fixed range, but they didn't know that the divine thunder had a spirit, even if it ran out of Chang'an City, it was useless.

The distance between one person and one sword is getting farther and farther away from the Mingyue Bridge.

The white sword was sealed with one fingertip, and the purple sword sword pointed at the sky, the originally bright sky was instantly gloomy, and a breath of destruction appeared at the top of the whirlpool.

Rumble!

Lightning

A flash of lightning with an aura of annihilation flowed above the clouds, and dark whirlpools searched everywhere like human eyes.

Then it seemed to lock on Su Qingming.

A white light as thick as a hair fell from the sky, instantly piercing the sky, and flew towards Su Qingming, who was running in Chang'an City.

The houses, the streets, the torii, all the obstacles encountered on the way of the tiny hair turned into smoke and dust in an instant.

The breeze blew through the four city gates in the southeast, south, and northwest, and fell to the ground and passed away, until finally, Su Qingming stopped in the street of the east gate of the city, and the thunder also appeared there in an instant.

It was only a moment later that the thunderbolt as thin as a hair suddenly fluttered in a daze, and spun around, as if it had lost its purpose, and could only stay where it was.

After a breath, Bai Jian's pupils, which were dozens of miles away, suddenly shrank, and his face showed an incomprehensible look of shock.

Because Su Qingming's body shape and even qi have all disappeared, and he can no longer feel it.

This is an extremely terrifying thing, no matter how fast a person's speed is, how can he have the thunder speed that borrows the power of heaven and earth?

Even if it's fast once, how can it be fast every time?

It's just that before he could think about it, a sense of fear between life and death came in his heart, and Bai Jianyi seemed to understand something instantly.

Yes.

The reason why Su Qingming was wandering around with that trace of annihilation divine thunder was not to escape at all, but simply to keep the power of thunder as far away from Bai Jianyi's body as possible.

"Gather!"

Bai Jian made a decision immediately, using all his spiritual power to desperately condense an annihilation thunder again.

The cultivator who came out of the dust realm recited the sword duel, and the speed was extremely fast, and it only took two breaths.

But in a life-and-death duel, a breath is an extremely long time.

The breeze rose again, and Su Qingming appeared in front of the white sword with a shocked face in an impossible attitude.

Su Qing was condescending, and his right foot stepped lightly, stepping on the body of the long sword that happened to fly back quickly.

Then he held out his right hand.

His right hand turned into a palm, with a strong spiritual power, and shot it towards Bai Jianyi's chest.

Bai Jianyi's eyes revealed a pinnacle look between life and death, and he suddenly shouted, his hands were not trying to condense the divine thunder, and he also turned his palms on top and faced them fiercely!

The next moment.

The three palms were facing each other, Bai Jianyi's face turned pale in an instant, his hands were beaten back like papier-mâché, and then the right palm was lightly printed on Bai Jianyi's chest.

Bang!

Bai Jianyi's body flew out with the illusory ancient sword, and with a bang, it fell into the lake.

The ripples on the surface of the lake caused by the violent shock dispersed in all directions, and there were faint traces of blood falling from it.

...

There was silence.

Everyone's heads couldn't turn around.

There wasn't even a trace of sound in the room, and countless eyes looked at Su Qingming, with some indescribable weirdness and fear in their eyes.

There was a long silence.

"Why, why is his sword escape technique faster than his senior brother's thunder sword technique?" A Qingcheng disciple really couldn't understand it, and couldn't help but take the initiative to ask.

When Bai Jian recondensed the divine thunder before, Su Qingming's figure returned to the same place even faster than the electric light.

What is the rationale for this?

This question was also a question that everyone present was puzzled about, and even the Qingcheng Sword Sect Sword Elder frowned fiercely, obviously a little unbelievable.

As a result, their questions were answered the next moment.

"Because I'm out of the earth."

Su Qingming said.

One sentence caused a thousand waves, and countless people dropped their jaws at the same time.

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