Bai Qi's eyes widened, like an angry-eyed King Kong, and with each step forward, the bronze sword in his hand would swing from side to side, causing the air to fluctuate constantly, making the surrounding bloody aura more and more intense.

Because it is only a spiritual attack, without the support of true qi, whether it is a body technique or a martial art, there is no way to use it with all its might, it seems that simple moves are not as powerful as in reality, but they are straight to the essence, as long as the spirit is tough enough, they can exert the original ordinary martial arts, ten times, twenty times, or even nearly a hundred times the power of the original! The most important thing is that once the spiritual level is injured, it is equivalent to the soul is damaged, and in the future, whether it is the progress of cultivation or the length of life, it will suffer unimaginable losses, which is unacceptable to any martial artist.

From an ordinary person to becoming an acquired martial artist, Mengjiao only took a few months. Even if he has excellent bones and tenacity, when it comes to his understanding of his own martial arts, he has almost nothing to be proud of except for the wind god's legs. The true qi of the arms and fingers was useless at this time, so he panicked all of a sudden, and when he felt Bai Qi looking at himself, the overflowing will to kill, he twisted his body without thinking about it, and cast the snake-shaped raccoon flip technique in the Nine Yin True Scripture, so that the oncoming breath hit the air, and then the five fingers of both hands curled, and with the Nine Yin Divine Claws, he pressed it out fiercely in front of him, there was nothing there, but there was a broken war halberd, under the impetus of the palm wind, it jumped up with a buzz, and the halberd was aimed at the attacking bronze sword, and the two collided with each other, bursting out with a little spark。

"Without the blessing of true qi, the Nine Yin Divine Claws have all dropped several notches regardless of speed and strength, and the most important thing is that in the past, when I used to use martial arts, I relied on true qi to run induction, but now I can't do that, I dare not guarantee the accuracy alone, fortunately, I got Guo Jing's memory before, and my understanding of the Nine Yin True Scripture is not inferior to those grandmasters who have worked hard to study martial arts for decades, otherwise the first move will be a big loss!" Meng Jiao muttered, constantly analyzing the strength gap between him and Bai Qi in his heart, and found that in addition to the slightly rusty moves, the strength was slightly weak, there were no other obvious weaknesses, so he breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his chest and rushed forward, in the process of mental battle, retreating is a dead end, the longer the delay, the more serious the attrition, this is both sides, there is no way to avoid it, only by fighting hard, knocking the opponent down, absorbing all his abilities, can he learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses and get the glory he deserves!

The first sword was a tentative attack, after being blocked, Bai Qi was not discouraged, but with the help of two weapons after the exchange, the shock force came, the wrist shook slightly, and the bronze sword was withdrawn, and after a semicircle, it was split forward again, this time whether it was momentum or attack strength, it was stronger than before, with his many years of combat experience, he had already seen that Mengjiao had lost his true qi, and he could not fully adapt in a short period of time, this is the fighter, as long as he can grasp it, even if it is to defeat the strong with the weak, there is no problem at all, not to mention that the strong side is now strong, it seems to be him, as long as he takes advantage of the situation to attack, do not give the other party a chance to breathe, Victory is a sure thing, if there is hope of resurrection, the sacrifice he made to break out of the blackstone space will be all worth it!

The sword is sharp, there is still some distance from himself, Meng Jiao has already felt it, the skin up and down his body, there are bursts of tingling pain, without any hesitation, an iron plate bridge, straight and straight backwards, and then with the help of the waist liliang, twisting the body, several backflips in a row, just stepping on the floor with both feet, jumped up again, the third type of rainstorm in the wind god's legs was used, the leg points poured like a rainstorm, and the legs were as violent as the wind, even if there was no blessing of true qi, this kind of power was enough to make people look sideways, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, although this sentence is not certain, but there is also a certain truth！

"Dying and struggling!" Bai Qi snorted coldly, the bronze sword danced into a round wheel, the needle could not be inserted, the water could not be splashed, and every leg shadow attacked, he would put the sword edge squarely to meet it, forcing the other party to have to retreat, otherwise it would not hurt the enemy first, and that would really be stealing chickens and rice!

As soon as he was halfway through the move, he was forced to stop, making Meng Jiao so depressed that he almost vomited blood. Even if Guo Jing has decades of combat experience, even if he knows several supreme exercises, after all, he did not create it himself, it takes time to understand and grow, but he just lacks time! The black stone is a treasure, in order to get the greatest improvement in his limited life, he can only fight hard, so those people with a bright nose, like a dog that smells fishy, are surrounded by farts, which is like a whip, constantly spurring him forward.

Bai Qi was unforgiving, and saw that Mengjiao had little actual combat experience, so he seized the opportunity, did not give the other party a chance to familiarize himself with martial arts, and prepared to go all out and completely establish his own victory! And in this process, he found that although his swordsmanship is very strong, he can deal with people whose spiritual origin has been condensed into substance, the effect is really average, the spirit of the innate martial artist is as round as one, and the external induction has reached the level of premonition, even if the strength is poor, it can also be avoided before the danger comes, it is precisely for this reason that there is rarely a life and death fight between the innate martial artists, because they know that unless the realm is far apart, it is impossible to divide the victory and defeat in a short time, because the battle of will makes too much movement, it is really not worth it。

Bai Qi fought on the battlefield, no matter what kind of enemy, it was a sword slash, and now several attacks without scoring good results, even if it is tenacious, he can't help but feel a little more anxious, after all, he left the blackstone space, it is not without a price, every breath has to consume a huge amount of spiritual energy, to support the consumption, no matter how strong the foundation is, it can't last long, just such a distraction, just happened to be discovered by Mengjiao, a few flickers rushed out, both hands reached out to break through the already careless sword net, grabbed Bai Qi's arm, and slammed it on the ground。

Rumble!

The white head smashed into the mud in all directions, the dust flew, and knocked out a huge dirt pit, fortunately he was not injured, just when Mengjiao was about to continue, he had recovered from the gains and losses, his right leg slapped the ground fiercely, slapping the corpse of a deceased person into minced flesh and flying out, picking up the fallen bronze sword with his left hand and slashing at his neck.

Looking at the bronze sword held in Bai Qi's hand, feeling the unbreakable sharpness, Meng Jiao's brows furrowed high, and he shouted coldly: "It's great if you have a weapon!

Holding his hands forward, the appearance of the snow drinking knife in Nie Feng's hand kept appearing, a three-foot-seven-inch long, flawless treasure knife, directly in the palm, horizontal on the chest, blocking the bronze sword, the two weapons just collided, Mengjiao and Bai Qi felt that their heads were hit by a sledgehammer, and they were groggy and weak.

Swords are intangible, transformed by spirits, they can have entities, and once they fight, it is a spiritual collision, and there is no luck at all!