Su Qingming has never been a person who likes to be competitive.

In the long river of time, only those who survive are the most powerful people.

Just like the more than ten demon kings of the Southern Barbarian Demon Domain who were suppressed under the Great Array of Heaven and Earth, in addition to Su Qingming for three thousand years, there were also other cultivators who were equal to him.

But in the endless years, some of these people died, and some of them were destroyed.

The reason why he was willing to compete with this genius of Kunlun's former younger generation, Su Qingming just wanted to see what level the sword in his hand had reached after he came out of the peak of the Dust Realm.

As his cultivation gradually improved, the sense of urgency in Su Qingming's heart became stronger and stronger, and the deepest part of his divine soul reminded him to hurry up all the time.

His time was running out.

It is precisely because of this that he will have a flash of inspiration and sense a little weirdness on Liyang Mountain.

It is very likely that you will encounter something more powerful here than you have encountered before.

So he agreed to compete with this handsome Kunlun disciple.

When Qiao Jingsheng heard this, he didn't know why he lacked a long-lost sense of fear in his heart, just like a sword path overhaul who had lived for nearly a thousand years when he traveled to a secret place in Central Continent many years ago.

The feeling of death at any moment made him creep away, and he could barely control the urge to turn away.

Qiao Jingsheng's gaze swept over everyone, and finally landed on the slim junior sister, and then clenched the Dao sword in his hand.

"Have you figured it out? The Three Realms of Returning to Truth and the Realm of Coming Out of the Dust have a ravine-like moat, and the distance between the two is like heaven and earth. ”

Qiao Jingsheng plucked up his confidence and said coldly.

There was no answer.

Su Qingming just stood there indifferently, his eyes indifferent, and a fairy sword emitting red light slowly levitated in front of him.

From beginning to end, Su Qingming didn't think too much about winning or losing, because he couldn't lose.

Even if the other party is the best young generation disciple in Kunlun, even if this person's combat power can be compared to Senior Brother Mo.

From the moment he stepped into the Dust Realm, Su Qingming already had the capital to walk the world, and he had forgotten that some of the Dao Sword Techniques of the three thousand years had already been remembered over time.

Su Qing glanced at Lu Qian, who instantly understood his thoughts, and did not speak again to persuade him, but silently retreated with everyone.

Qiao Jingsheng's expression was a little annoyed, since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had never met anyone who dared to ignore his existence like this.

The man's handsome face had a hint of murderous intent, and Sen Ran said, "I won't keep my hand." ”

The words just fell.

I heard a crisp sound of the sword, and the sound of the sword was heard for nine days, making the hearts of the onlookers in the distance tremble.

Kunlun inherits the Dao Ancestor, not only the Dao Law crowns the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, but also a large number of Dao Sect Sword Immortals have emerged over the years.

And Daomen Sword Immortal and Sword Cultivation are different.

Sword cultivation in the world, most of them practice sword holding and sword skills, the former is respected by power, and the latter is the pursuit of killing people thousands of miles away.

It's just that most of the Daomen cultivators have found another way of the sword, using the sword as a guide, or leading the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, or calling for wind and rain, or simply using the Dao sword as a magic weapon to take the road of sword cultivation and killing.

Qiao Jingsheng was a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, so he was naturally able to practice the vast Daozang swordsmanship of the Holy Land.

Therefore, what he practiced was the way of sword immortal killing.

As the Dao Sword continued to rotate, Qiao Jingsheng's entire person's momentum gradually climbed to the top, and Qiao Jingsheng's cultivation allowed him to condense the scope of his spiritual energy to a great extent.

The rich aura of the entire Liyang Sect was gathered above the tip of the Dao Sword at this moment.

The wind is howling, and the sword aura is rampant.

Fairy Qionghua and Lu Qian, who were hundreds of feet away, both looked at the handsome man in shock.

"Senior sister, it seems that Senior Brother Qiao's realm cultivation is higher, and the sword momentum is even more majestic, that person named Su Qingming can't beat it."

"Of course, Senior Brother Qiao is tied with Senior Brother Mo, if it weren't for his age, maybe who would be on the Immortal Demon List."

A Kunlun disciple praised him, and Lu Qian glanced back, it was Kunlun's missionary disciple.

The little girl kicked at the disciple fiercely, and the latter hurriedly retracted his head, lowered his eyes, and did not dare to say anything.

Seeing this, Lu Qian waved his hand at the many Kunlun disciples behind him, and said angrily: "Go farther, so as not to be injured by mistake." ”

Although these words were a little unkind, the dozen or so disciples of Kunlun and Yaochi could still see the situation in front of them clearly, and the distance of a hundred zhang was indeed too close for the two people in front.

Just as everyone was retreating, Qiao Jingsheng in the middle of the courtyard had already accumulated his sword momentum to the peak, and he looked at the man in green shirt with an indifferent expression in front of him, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even if it's the so-called first person out of the dust realm.

Even if he crossed the border and fought countless times, everything was useless in the face of the gap in the great realm.

Suddenly, Qiao Jingsheng was a little bored with this battle of will, even if he won, he would win in the realm.

No one will be surprised by this.

But the sword has risen.

He couldn't retreat.

Qiao Jingsheng's eyes became a little cold, and he pinched the sword technique with his right hand, and shouted: "Huanghuang Heavenly Sword, I Dao Changrong, go!" ”

Rumble!

A brilliant pillar of light suddenly erupted from the aura light that had been accumulated for a long time, and the pillar of light was dazzling, driving the constantly trembling Dao sword straight forward.

There, a green-shirted figure stood at the forefront of the sword light.

The spiritual cyclone triggered by Qiao Jingsheng's sword momentum blew the sleeves of the man's green shirt, swaying wantonly.

Su Qingming, who was in the center of the interweaving of sword qi and sword light, felt the majestic aura coming to his face, and sighed slightly in his heart, when it came to the cultivation realm, the Kunlun Holy Land was much stronger than the Dao Sect.

It was the man in front of him who was only about thirty years old that he had already stepped into Qiao Jingsheng, and such a person in the Dao Sect had no one to contend with.

Even Chen Khan Zhi, who was called a genius by the Qing Law Palace, and Fang Hate couldn't compare.

Only Yu Wenwen, who had comprehended the Sword Venerable, could barely win.

Su Qing had a lot of thoughts, but the spirit sword in front of him slowly bloomed with a more dazzling red light.

The ordinary immortal sword suddenly swirled along the majestic sword qi that broke through the sky.

With a burst of chaos in the air.

The aura brought by the spirit sword gradually took on the shape of a tornado.

At the foreground is the tip of the fairy sword.

The tornado swept up the gravel and flowers on the ground around it, and the entire courtyard was stirred by these two breaths as if it had experienced a violent storm.

It's just that on a white wall that no one is paying attention to, the flying sword that is stuck upside down on the wall is not moving at all, and it has not been affected in the slightest.

...

...

With a landslide-like sound came.

The entire courtyard was shrouded in smoke and dust, and the crowd from thousands of feet away widened their eyes, trying to see what was going on.

However, there was only a faint red and white light in the field, intertwining and separating in the smoke and dust.

From time to time, there was the sound of gold and iron colliding.

"It's so powerful, I didn't expect Su Qingming to really resist Senior Brother Qiao's sword with his cultivation out of the dust realm, it was a sword of Qiao Jingsheng's great cultivator."

Of course, the happiest person in the crowd was Lu Qian, although he had a veil on his face, he was very happy to see that this guy seemed to be much stronger than before.

However, Fairy Qionghua didn't seem to be too surprised, and the other female disciples of Yaochi didn't seem to be surprised.

After a burst of emotion from everyone.

The mountain breeze blew, and the smoke and dust in the yard completely dissipated.

The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was the deep and large gully on the ground, straight and smooth, as if it had been broken by a sword.

At the end of the ravine, Qiao Jingsheng's face was pale, and the scarf on his head fell somewhere, his hair was scattered, and he muttered to himself.

"How is that possible? How can it be. ”

He remembered the sword that had broken through earlier.

Peerless.

That sword was the most unstoppable sword he had ever seen in his practice.

Ignoring the distance, ignoring the realm, but at the last moment, he broke through the sword qi barrier and knocked down his Dao scarf.

Originally, I thought that guy was just a Dao cultivator who came out of the dust realm.

But things turned out unexpectedly, and this time, there was no suspense about the defeat, and I didn't even know where the defeat was.

Qiao Jingsheng finally understood what Senior Brother Mo said when he fought to a draw with Senior Brother Mo that day.

"After all, they are brothers in the same class."

Yes, there is a gap between geniuses after all, and Senior Brother Mo read a love affair at that time.

"Senior Brother Qiao, you actually lost.... Not even a sword can defeat it. The crowd was silent for a long time, and finally someone spoke.

This sound woke up everyone who had already fallen into shock and consternation.

So they all looked at the man who crossed the border and won, but still looked calm.

Only Lu Qian lifted the corner of his skirt and ran forward.

"Su Qingming, I knew you could win, the spirit sword is still so powerful." The little girl has long lost her previous mature and wise appearance, and has once again regained her lively temperament when she was by the river.

Su Qingming casually handed her the spirit sword and said calmly: "On the sword path, he lost, but in the realm of cultivation, he did not lose. ”

When they heard this, they all looked at him with doubt.

Only Fairy Qionghua seemed to see a hint of clues, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

The Daomen Sword Immortal has a technique, called the sword in the heart.

It is rumored that it is the third disciple of the Taoist ancestor, the heart sword is invisible and indistant, one slashes troubles, two cuts lust, and three cuts mortal dust.

Qiao Jingsheng used the second sword of the Heart Sword.

I thought that this sword could break the evil thoughts in Su Qingming's heart, but he didn't know that he had already fallen into it without knowing it, and Su Qingming saw the weakness in it.

It's just puzzling how Su Qingming, a person from the Dust Realm, was able to see through Qiao Jingsheng's sword weakness so easily.

As if seeing the doubts in Fairy Qionghua's heart, Su Qingming opened his mouth and said: "I have come from cultivation, not relying on natural qualifications, but relying on eyes that can see through the weaknesses of the world. ”

"In the world, any swordsmanship and Taoism have weaknesses, see through the weaknesses, and no one in the whole world is stronger than me."

Su Qingming's tone was very flat, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, and the ten thousand difficult things in the eyes of the world were as simple as eating and drinking water in his body.