After a while, Lin Qi gradually woke up, and at this time he only felt severe pain all over his body, and his meridians were also sore due to excessive consumption. He struggled to sit up, and then heard Su Jianxin's voice.

"You're awake, it's not going to be easy for you to win this battle. ”

Lin Qi spread out his senses, only to find that he was still in the rest area of the ring, he relieved his mind and took out a few pills from his arms and took them. After taking the pill, Lin Qi's condition also improved a lot, but some dark injuries needed to be slowly recuperated.

"I didn't expect that Zhang Che's strength could reach such a point, and I almost lost. ”

"It's good to win, and the duel between the junior sister is about to begin. ”

When Lin Qi heard this, he dispersed his senses, and found that in front of the dueling table not far away, the familiar soft aura was preparing for a duel.

"Senior sister fought against Chen Qiaomo this time, but Chen Qiaomo's magic sword can't be cracked at all, how should she face it, senior sister. Lin Qi said not only worried.

Su Jianxin patted Lin Qi's shoulder and said, "You have no confidence in Senior Sister Qiu?"

"It's just that the Qinglian sword intent is too extraordinary, and no power can be broken, and the senior sister will be very passive. Lin Qi kept recalling the mana fluctuations of Qinglian's sword intent, and he couldn't find any way to crack it.

At the same time, the time has come, and Ying Qiu and Chen Qiaomo's two daughters have both stepped onto the dueling platform.

Ying Qiu's face was as usual, and his eyes couldn't help but clench his fingers as he looked at Chen Qiaomo.

Similarly, Chen Qiaomo's performance was also very natural, her jade hand turned over a delicate magic sword appeared in her hand, and her eyes also looked at Ying Qiu.

The eyes of the two are opposite, the same confidence, the same fear.

On the side, Su Jianxin also continued to say to Lin Qi.

"The use of Qinglian Sword Intent's mana is indeed extraordinary, but it is made by mental power, and I think my junior brother has also heard of it. ”

"I heard my senior sister say that Chen Qiaomo's defense is driven by mental strength, and to break the mental strength, it also takes mental strength. Lin Qi replied.

But I never understood how to use this mental energy. ”

And Su Jianxin said: "Then pay attention to it." ”

At the same time, the dueling platform is full of wind and clouds.

Ying Qiu's hand swept through the air, and a plain and elegant guqin appeared under his finger.

When the moon appeared, a joyful sword intent was already permeated in the field, and Ying Qiu stroked the guqin and the sound of music echoed, and the ethereal sword qi appeared together.

Chen Qiaomo felt the sword qi in the heavens and the earth, and listened to the melodious and beautiful string sound, and a smile appeared on her face.

"I have long known that Ying Qiuqin is a sword master, and it is my honor to compete with you today. ”

"It's just a meaningless benefit from the sound of troubles, it's far from the Qinglian Sword Instrument, and it should be my luck to be able to communicate with you. ”

The two of them had a conversation, and their eyes were also filled with war.

And that's when the duel began.

Chen Qiaomo turned the magic sword sharply, and the mana on his body turned into a lotus flower under her mental power. Ying Qiu also made a move, the strings of the piano moved happily under her hands, and the notes turned into sword lights, attacking Chen Qiaomo in the gradually faster rhythm.

With a tentative blow, it fell on the cyan white lotus and disappeared without a trace, Ying Qiuxiu watched the changes, and the guqin in his hand stimulated the stronger the sword qi.

"The moon is shining in the sea. ”

Ying Qiu no longer hesitated, she made a strong move, and the sword intent that suddenly erupted in the qin penetrated away, and Chen Qiaomo did not dare to be careless in the face of this ethereal and pleasant sword qi.

"Qinglian Sword Ceremony, Jialian Holy Palace. ”

The defense that could not be broken was revealed, and the swirling lotus petals protected Chen Qiaomo's body.

No matter how sharp the invading sword qi was, it would have no effect if it landed on the Holy Emperor.

Outside the field, Lin Qi sensed this situation and was nervous.

"It has appeared, if this defense cannot be broken, Senior Sister has no chance of winning!"

Similarly, Ying Qiu, who was faced with such a thorny problem, also showed a thoughtful look, she lost with a sword, and the jade hand swept the clear and delicate sword at the end of the piano.

The sword of Linglong Xia is unsheathed, the sword and the qin reflect each other, and the sword qi of Ying Qiu has reached a higher level in the intersection of the sound of the sword and the sound of the qin. The seemingly soft and slow sword qi did cut through the shield and cut the ground, and no one could imagine that such a sword qi was actually from the hands of a weak woman like Ying Qiu.

"Exquisite dancing cherry blossoms, sword frost rolling glow. ”

Under the double balance of the piano and sword, two strong moves appeared at the same time, and the exquisite sword shadow in the piano seemed to roll up the cherry blossoms in the sky. At that moment when the frost swept in, Chen Qiaomo also felt a little frightened.

But.

Even such a superb strong move, falling on the Holy Palace, is weak.

Chen Qiaomo looked at Ying Qiu and said lightly.

"Wonderful sword and harp, but for me in the Skyclave, they are all diffuse flashy and empty dust, useless. ”

Ying Qiu's expression changed slightly, she seemed to have figured out something at this moment, and the trace of doubt between her eyebrows was gone.

Lin Qi outside the field was extremely eager.

"Even a strong move like Senior Sister has failed, is there really no way to break it?"

And Su Jianxin is different, he just has confidence in Ying Qiu, maybe others can't break it, but she can definitely do it.

After Ying Qiu's successive defeats, she stopped the offensive in her hand, her piano stopped, and the sword in her hand also stopped. She slowly closed her eyes, as if she was feeling something, maybe the wind was blowing, maybe it was the clouds.

In any case, it's time for Chen Qiaomo to make a move.

Her magic sword was raised, and as the sword momentum changed, the lotus flower in front of her also reflected a burst of pure white holy light.

"Qinglian Sword Instrument, Bitter Collection and Destruction Dao. ”

The Holy Light of the Skyclave appeared, and this invincible light shrouded towards Ying Qiu.

And Ying Qiu did not avoid it, nor did he let it, as if he had given up in the face of failure.

Lin Qi's heart also mentioned his throat, it was this kind of mana, no one could stand up under this magic light.

The light, carrying an indescribable warmth, shrouded Ying Qiu's body.

Chen Qiaomo also thought in his heart that Ying Qiu had been defeated.

And Ying Qiu, who was bathed in the holy light, closed his eyes and said slowly.

"The accumulation of suffering, the extinction of the path, all the worries of birth, old age, sickness and death, all the bitterness of greed, hatred and ignorance, mixed with all the desires in the mind and the karma of birth and death cause and effect. If there is a heart in the heart, it will not be able to bear the light, but the mind of the empty realm will not be confused. ”

The holy light could not fall on Ying Qiu's body, and above her body, it was the same realm of mental power. This result also surprised Chen Qiaomo for a while.

The holy light was fruitless, and Chen Qiaomo withdrew the magic light.

In the field, all eyes converged on this, Ying Qiu, cracked the incomprehensible offensive that swept the conference.

"When did you realize that. ”

Ying Qiuwan smiled and said, "Under the sound of the piano and sword qi that I played with different emotions and moods, your defenses still can't be broken. It was also at this time that I had the idea that I could not accept any emotion, and nothing could hurt. This may be the state of emptiness. ”

"So you dare to give up all your defenses and empty your mind to meet this move?" Chen Qiaomo was a little unexpected.

Ying Qiu smiled and said: "Swordsmen, more or less like to gamble in this situation, maybe I am a woman, but as a swordsman." Guts and courage, I am not inferior to my senior brother, and my junior brother. ”

Ying Qiu said softly, and the Linglong Xia in his hand was full of sword qi again.

Lin Qi outside the court was also greatly relieved, he may not have known what his mental strength was before, but now he has more or less understanding.

Speaking of Chen Qiaomo's empty realm, it is similar to the realm of stopping water in his family swordsmanship, although one is to abandon vulgar thoughts and break through the red dust. And one is to clear the mind and let what you see reveal its essence. But at least they all pay attention to a calm mind, but Lin Qi can't continue to improve his family swordsmanship, otherwise there will be a realm of water after the realm of stopping water.

At the same time, the duel in the field has reached the key.

Ying Qiu's sword was full of sword intent again, and Chen Qiaomo was also showing the Holy Palace.

"Qinglian Sword Intent, Jialian Holy Palace. ”

The petals emerged and landed in front of Chen Qiaomo, glowing with emptiness like her state of mind.

And Ying Qiu's sword is also beyond the ordinary sword momentum, and her state of mind is not spotless at this moment. But with a lot, there are joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. In her sword species is the emotion she cherishes, the avenue is ruthless.

People have affection.

"He asked his heart. ”

The sword of conscience came out, and with three thousand troubles, it turned into a sincere figure in the red dust, breaking through the ruthless absolute defense.

The sword, piercing the Lotus's defenses.

In the realm of emptiness, many things were born.

The sword fell in front of Chen Qiaomo, and she put down the magic sword.

She lost, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

"Thank you for making me feel, genuinely emotional. ”

Chen Qiaomo's state of mind was chaotic in Ying Qiu's sword full of emotion.

If you are a human being, you can't escape the emotions of this world.

Ying Qiu also retracted the sword and said.

"Maybe you don't have to suppress too much, your Skyclave has been backlogged for too long. ”

After that, the two said goodbye to each other.

At this point, only the final decisive battle remained.

And the last two remaining are all lonely disciples.

Lin Qi and Ying Qiu competed for the title of the first junior of Bashan in the end.

And at the same time that Ba Chuanshan was nervous about the final result.

Above the sky, next to the sun, an inconspicuous star looms in the sky.

It's in the corner of Bashan where this star is watching.

On top of a towering mountain.

An old man sat cross-legged in the middle of a lotus platform, and he had a childish face and could not know the specific age. His drooping white law was neatly draped behind him, and his eyes were a little drowsy, but such a pair of dull eyes exuded a breathtaking divine light from time to time.

He was wearing a white robe, and a whisk in his hand hung between his arms.

His eyes were fixed on the endless mountain in front of him, not knowing what he was looking at.

And at this moment, a glimmer of divine light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

In the moment when his eyes flashed, there was one more person in front of him.

It was an equally old figure, perhaps even older than him.

The old man was shrouded in a wide and gorgeous purple robe, and his hands were as dry as a dead tree, and his eyes were so old that his skin seemed to be unable to hang on his face.

It is such an old man, as if he has returned to the light of the dead.

He looked at the old man in front of him, but the voice he made was very domineering, shaking the mountains.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

The white-clothed old man looked at the old man in front of him and smiled.

"Maybe it's waiting for someone, but it doesn't matter. ”

And the old man in the purple robe was also sitting cross-legged in front of him, and with a wave of his robe, a chessboard appeared in front of him. With a few dry fingers, a black chess piece landed on the board.

"Let's play a game of chess. ”

The white-clothed old man's face froze, his fingers fell, and a white chess piece also landed on the chessboard.

Two old men start a game of chess, and the old man plays chess very slowly, maybe he wants to be so slow, or maybe he doesn't. Chess players have their own minds.