Qi Xianxia didn't fly away in embarrassment.

It was holding the peachwood sword in his hand, and he inherited Wu Changqing's punch with the sword body, but he was pushed out of the distance by the fierce fist.

Finally, he slowly stopped in front of the middle Taoist of Longhu Mountain.

He looked at Wu Changqing with a look of surprise, puzzlement, and solemnity.

"It's true that I underestimated you."

"But you said you don't need a sword to fight me."

"Oh, I really don't believe it."

Qi Xianxia, who was shaken up by a punch, was not discouraged in the slightest, but had a flat expression.

With a slight swing of the long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword, which was obviously made of wood, bloomed with a buzz like the trembling of an iron sword.

The void around the sword body visibly rippled with the naked eye.

Wu Changqing returned the punch and stood up again.

The smile on his face never changed, and he stood in place, waiting for this Qi Immortal to gather his sword momentum and attack him.

Whether it is Wudang or Longhu, the Taoists of the older generation have already seen some of Wu Changqing's ways at this moment.

"When Wu Changqing did it, although he had the inaction of the Daomen."

"But more of it is like the rootless qi of a qi refiner like the South China Sea Guanyin Sect."

"Could it be that the Qi Refiners, who have never been born, have also sent people to participate in the mortal world?"

A casual elder of Longhu Mountain stood beside a group of peers and expressed his opinion.

Judging from Wu Changqing's faint breath when he moved.

Just like the rare Qi Refiner in the world, there is still a gap between him and the Daomen.

"No, it's not as simple as a Qi Refiner."

"Can you see why this Wu Changqing's cultivation is here? If it is those Qi Refiners in the South China Sea, at least when they start their cultivation, they will definitely be exposed. ”

"But even if this kid makes a move, he can only make people perceive his obscure aura that can hook the world."

"This son is by no means as simple as a Qi Refiner, let alone a simple Dao disciple."

Zhao Xichuan's old eyes are vicious, but he wants to see through Wu Changqing's deeper extraordinary.

The power that Wu Changqing mastered definitely surpassed those South China Sea Qi Refiners.

Just when these veterans of Longhu Mountain were talking about Wu Changqing in private.

Qi Xianxia was already Wu Changqing, who had fallen again with a sword.

And this sword.

It's not just Wu Changqing who feels a slight difference.

Even the group of brothers behind Wu Changqing also had a bad premonition, and they all withdrew a little distance to the sides in advance.

When that sword fell on Wu Changqing.

Wu Changqing moved.

He drew a circle on his chest with one hand, and the vigorous aura in his hand affected the general trend of heaven and earth, absorbing the offensive of Qi Xianxia's sword.

At the same time, the other hand quickly pinched the finger under the sleeve robe.

Rumble!

A loud bang was heard.

Qi Xianxia's sword finally fell.

On the ground a zhang away in front of and behind Wu Changqing, a profound sword mark about a finger deep and a total of five zhang long suddenly appeared.

And around the ground where the sword marks were drawn, the bluestone slabs cracked inch by inch.

It can be seen that its sword is strong.

If it was against an ordinary second-grade realm martial artist, the second-grade realm martial artist would not have the slightest room for resistance.

But this sword is against Wu Changqing.

Wu Changqing seemed to have an invisible and gentle force around his body, completely dissolving the sword momentum of this sword, and he didn't even fall to the ground.

Qi Xianxia looked at Wu Changqing at this time, one hand drawing a circle, and the other hand seemed to be making some kind of big move.

His face couldn't help but tighten, and he wanted to make another sword, forcing Wu Changqing to react and interrupt the other party's ongoing actions at this time.

But Wu Changqing wanted to be one step ahead of him, and there was a big move.

"A sword for a sword."

"If you want me to draw my sword, then you will inherit my swordless sword first!"

"Go."

Wu Changqing's voice was light, but when it fell in Qi Xianxia's ears, it was like a thunderbolt.

He looked up suddenly.

At this time, Wu Changqing also happened to stop drawing a round palm, and the palm on the sleeve robe suddenly waved up.

That action.

It's as if you're throwing a flying sword into the air.

Immediately after, Qi Xianxia saw the thrilling scene of the sky shaking the thunder.

Bang!

Although today's sky on Wudang Mountain is not a beautiful scene of clear skies, it is also an open blue sky with no clouds for hundreds of miles.

But in this clear blue sky where there were no clouds, a touch of purple thunder exploded the sky without warning.

The moment the first purple thunder appeared.

Qi Xianxia was already sweating on his forehead, and looked at Wu Changqing in disbelief, who was also looking at the sky, with an expectant expression.

Then his sword intent immediately skyrocketed, and countless fierce sword qi appeared out of thin air around his body.

Around his body, a dense sword qi net began to form.

Confronted the falling Sky Dome with all his might.

The Taoists who are not skilled in the road on the mountain are still wondering why there is a situation of thunder on a sunny day.

I just thought it was a heavenly warning, and something big would happen.

They all looked at each other.

Only those Daoists who had individually cultivated to that level were dumbfounded, and their hearts were filled with turbulent waves.

Among them was Zhiheng, who had been defeated by Qi Xianxia with a sword before.

"Big brother...... Is this the art of thunder? ”

Zhiheng has the cultivation from the second grade, as well as a deep understanding of the supernatural powers of the Daomen.

He could only see that Wu Changqing had mobilized the power of the heavenly thunder with his own strength, and placed it in the entire Dao Gate, and it was also a treacherous supernatural power that could only be performed by extremely advanced Daoists.

Just like their Wudang No. 1 sword Wang Xiaoping Wang Shishu, or they are in charge, they have the ability to do this.

I didn't expect that now they can do it even if they are only the senior brothers who have been on the mountain for five years.

It shook his heart somewhat.

"It's not just the art of thunder."

"Changqing's move is somewhat like borrowing a knife to kill people."

"With the King Kong sword of that Qi Xianxia, he is planning the power of heaven and earth, and under the combination of the two, he will trigger half of the heavenly tribulation."

"This is the scene of thunder on a sunny day, and the next move is bound to shock all the Taoists on the mountain."

Hong Xixiang put his hands in his sleeves, and he was also waiting for the sword of the day.

It's just that compared to others, he has already had a battle with Wu Changqing, who has just come out.

Naturally, there was not much shock anymore.

With Wu Changqing's current strength, it is not too difficult to do this.

The difficulty is on the side of Longhu Mountain.

I hope that Qi Xianxia will not break his Dao heart under this sword, and he will never have the opportunity to reach the top of the martial arts with a sword from now on.

Zhiheng nodded ignorantly, only understanding a little understanding.

Qi Xianxia was already ready to attack at this moment, turning his ninety-nine-nine-percent internal force into the strongest sword he had ever made.

Under the watchful eye.

The second thunderbolt finally arrived as promised.

This time, that purple thunder was no longer a flash in the pan, but slashed straight towards Qi Xianxia's head.

Purple thunder and lightning shone across the sky, causing the heavens and the earth to fade from color.