Even the Huangfu brothers and sisters on the side couldn't help but stop the movements in their hands, and looked at Gu Qingquan in disbelief, is this really just the cultivation of a two-star great warrior and a four-star great warcist?

An Chun unwillingly wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of gloom, groping for something in the Qiankun bag around his waist.

In the next second, several pills appeared in An Chun's hands, he ate one by himself, chewed viciously, and then ate two more for the purple-clothed man who was hustered on the ground, and put one hand on the purple-clothed man's back, and the aura slowly poured in to guide the medicinal power to spread evenly in his body.

Hmph, do you have any medicine? Gu Qingquan glanced at An Chun with disdain, and his left hand also touched into the Qiankun bag on his waist, grabbed a few and threw them into his mouth, just like eating jelly beans, Yue Ge could leave a lot of healing medicine for himself.

The people who were watching around were dumbfounded, and couldn't help but pout, they were worthy of being the children of the family and the power, that is, they were wealthy!

The purple-clothed man who was almost abolished breathed a sigh of relief under the effect of the elixir, and looked at Gu Qingquan viciously, as if a substantial murderous aura instantly shrouded Gu Qingquan, and the fire rose to the extreme. I won't stop seeing your blood today!

The two sides have risen to the point of not dying.

What is this? Two division-level powerhouses captured a great samurai, and one of them was slightly injured, and the other was almost beaten with chickens and eggs.

The tense atmosphere was silent for a few seconds before it burned again, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger. Even the scattered cultivators who were hidden around couldn't help but raise their hearts and stuck them in their throats.

Huang Fushan was the first to react, and with a squeak of the knife went straight up, Xuan Ao's position once again reflected a wonderful effect, pressing step by step, and the knife light like a hose was extremely powerful, not at all like the means of a girl's family.

However, Huang Fushan was an anxious man, and his aura was exuding in one go, trying to split the purple-clothed man in front of him in half in one fell swoop. Although the purple-clothed man on the opposite side seemed to have been hiding and was a little embarrassed, he saw the moves, did not waste any aura, and steadily followed every move of Huang Fushan. You must know that Lu Dao, the other party is an authentic master-level powerhouse, and Huangfu Shan is only a half-step master, although it is only half a step away, it is a world of difference.

The more time passes, the lower Huang Fushan's momentum becomes, and the obvious lack of stamina is. Gradually, from the original sharp upper hand, the roles of the two reversed after a while.

Huangfu Xuan on the side was still full of clouds and light winds, and his face did not change his face and waved the long sword in his hand like mercury. Huangfu Xuan has officially entered the division level, coupled with his indifferent temperament, he holds the sword trick steadily, retreats can be defended and attacked, and he grasps it just right.

The long sword was swung without leakage, and it seemed that there were no rules to be found, so that the purple-clothed man on the opposite side had no idea where to start. In the perception of the purple-clothed man, he had lost the aura of Huangfu Xuan, and there was only a silver long sword left in the entire world, standing in front of him without any mistakes.

"Although in this world of cannibalism and cannibalism, indifferent people are destined to be unstable. But this kid actually realized the second realm of sword training because of this temperament, which is not simple and not easy. The gaze of a loose cultivator was always fixed on Huangfu Xuan's body, and the approval in his voice was undisguised.

The sword-maker is nothing more than three realms:

There is a sword in the hand. The first realm is to pay more attention to the moves than the artistic conception, and the sword user pays too much attention to the form and cannot integrate himself with the swordsmanship. Although he holds a sword in his hand, the 'sword' in his heart has not yet taken shape, and he looks like a god.

There is no sword in the hand. The second realm pays attention to the artistic conception rather than the form. At this level, the sword and the move are already clear in the chest, and the sword moves at will, sending and receiving freely. At this time, the sword has become one with the bearer.

There is no sword in the heart. In the realm of the most rear, all things return to the source. The first two realms are dominated by sword skills, while the most rearmost realm is enlightenment. It just breaks the truth of 'Yin and Yang are harmonized, and things must be opposed', and everything returns to its origin.

The Sword Saint Gu Tianxing has reached the supreme artistic conception of using a sword, and there is no doubt that there is no sword in his heart. Rao is no matter how talented Gu Qingquan is, and he has just touched the threshold of no sword in his hand, and he still follows the Biluo sword trick very regularly when he fights. However, Huang Fuxuan had completely comprehended that there was no sword in his hand, and his complete comprehension was not the same as the distance between him and the threshold he had just touched.

Gu Tianxing studied all his life before he stood at the top of the pyramid of no sword in his heart, how old is Huangfu Xuan, but he is a young man of twenty years old. In contrast, Huangfu Xuan's speed is really terrifying, and this terrible achievement is all due to his indifferent temperament.

The Huangfu brothers and sisters and the purple-clothed man were in full swing, but the three of Gu Qingquan stood motionless, but the momentum between the three of them has been in a state of soaring, and the air has begun to solidify, and the concentration of the aura is terrifying, and if you are not careful, the aura will explode.

Although the pressure was monstrous, Gu Qingquan still stood there with an unchanged face, his long sword crossed his chest without giving in. Even if the person standing in front of him today is a king, a saint, or an emperor, he can't back down. The hatred of the ancient family, the pain of humiliating his father, and the hatred of repeated oppression, if it were any man, he would not retreat, and he could not retreat! Thinking of this, Gu Qingquan did not retreat but advanced, and took a step forward in the oppression of the two.

The blue water streaks flashed between Gu Qingquan's delicate eyebrows, and a domineering aura that squinted at the world suddenly surged out, and An Chun and the others instantly felt an overwhelming coercion attacking, and a few drops of sweat appeared on their temples. This is not the oppression of cultivation, but the coercion of those who come from the depths of their hearts.

The air seemed to have stopped flowing, and the feet of the three were completely submerged in the earth. The small pebble swept by Huang Fuxuan's sword suddenly broke into the aura of the three people, and it was so confined in mid-air, which showed how much the air between the three of them had been compressed.

"With the strength of one person to resist two division-level powerhouses, even if he loses today, he is enough to be proud. ”

"Yes, facing two people who are much higher than their own cultivation alone, this courage alone is admirable. What's more, from the beginning to the present, he has not shown signs of failure. Feeling this domineering arrogance, several scattered cultivators looked at Gu Qingquan with sparkling eyes and boiling blood, no matter what their original intention of coming here was, this young kid made several people admire it in their hearts.

Although they and the others didn't know what grievances there were between the Shrine and this kid, what they saw was that the shrine had been oppressing this kid with an attitude of almost a scoundrel. For the glory and survival of men, for the principles and dignity that they abide by in their hearts, they would rather not bend, and they would not regret it.

The momentum is still rising, the air concentration that the three of them saw is close to saturation, and the clothes and hair of several people are pressed tightly on their bodies, and the small pebble that accidentally broke into the aura of the three people was squeezed into powder with a bang!

What a terrifying aura! Several people in the audience gasped and clearly heard the sound of their own saliva.

At this moment, a slumpy water flashed, and Huang Fu Shan was slapped upside down by the purple-clothed man with a knife, and the red blood flowers were scattered all the way.

"Shanshan!" Mu Keqing screamed silently, the crimson figure flashed, and held her up a second before Huangfu Shan fell, a trace of purple light flashed in her eyes, and she took out the cyan long silk on her waist and hit the purple-clothed man.