The dense forest is windy, bringing the chill and cold silence of the night.

A fist and a sword silently confronted each other in the dark gravel path, with their own hearts, and disappeared in the darkness for a long time.

It seems to be quiet.

In fact, the undercurrent is turbulent.

Play with each other.

Tang Qing stood up and moved forward, never retracting half an inch, nor dropping a single inch, always hanging three feet in front of the sword, as firm as ever.

He was waiting for the sword to come.

Or, get out of the way.

The Ruthless Fairy's sword has risen, but it has not yet reached its peak.

Although the sword is radiant and murderous, there is always room for it.

She didn't believe that Tang Qing really dared to swing his fist.

Although that punch was firm and steady, and the power of the golden light hidden under the fist was also far-reaching and vast enough, she believed that with Tang Qing's cultivation in the second realm, she was afraid that she would not be able to control and absorb all the power in the golden light.

So if that's all there is to it, you can't pose more of a threat to yourself.

But she was still jealous of the strange boy in front of her.

Because the opponent's right hand never left the side of his waist from beginning to end, there was a short sword there, although the sword did not exude any edge or might, but she knew that the terrible sword intent must be hidden in it.

If the boy comes out with a sword, will he be able to resist it?

With this in mind, the ruthless fairy then recalled the sword intent that he had encountered by chance tonight, and felt the power and breath contained in it, and a trace of fear and palpitations appeared in the depths of the sea of knowledge, and it did not disappear for a long time.

The venue was deserted.

Except for the sound of swords and cold wind, no extra sounds can be heard.

But someone needs to break the silence.

The Ruthless Fairy raised his long sword, elbowed forward, and did not look back, but suddenly said to Wu Lao Er behind him: "You go back to the wooden house first." ”

This sentence is naturally not to protect Wu Laoer, but just to test Tang Qing to see if he really dares to make a move.

Wu Lao Er's breath had recovered a little at this moment, and when he heard this, he immediately got up, and was ready to retreat without any hesitation.

In an instant, a punch came from the darkness.

The distance between the two people separated the gravel path left Wu Lao Er in place.

Some are unreasonable.

Tang Qing didn't look at the ruthless fairy, just stared at the somewhat annoyed Wu Lao Er, and said, "You can't leave." ”

As soon as the words fell, his left fist suddenly rose, and the fist wind moved slightly, but this time, it was quickly quelled by the sword intent.

The Ruthless Fairy Sword pointed at Tang Qing, the killing intent in her eyes accumulated to the peak, and she said coldly: "You don't exist when I do?"

Tang Qing turned his eyes and didn't speak, but his left fist was raised again, his left arm began to tighten, gradually gaining momentum, and the golden light under his fist was no longer hidden, but filled between every bone and every inch of skin in the metacarpophalangeal joint.

The momentum is rising.

That was his answer.

The Ruthless Fairy frowned, her eyes looked at the short sword for the last time, and quickly moved away, murderous aura and sword intent coexisted, surging towards every corner of the dark forest.

"Do you really think I dare not do it?"

As soon as the words fell, a snow-white sword light suddenly exploded, illuminating the entire dark night as if it were day.

The wind chill is getting more and more urgent, and the murderous aura is getting heavier.

That sword came from the night, with a bright sword intent, and went to the light.

Tang Qing was in the center of the light, his fist straight forward, the golden light flickering in the sword, and it was quickly swallowed.

A mighty force came into the air, pervasive along the air in the dark forest, and strangled Tang Qing's fist little by little.

It's very sharp.

The golden light aura under Tang Qing's fist was far-reaching, and it bloomed extremely in the sword intent, and he never retreated a little.

Just a slight shaking.

Although it can be resisted, it is a little difficult.

The next moment, the sword intent rose again, becoming more and more vast.

The white-clothed figure of the ruthless fairy merged into the sword light, disappeared in place, and came with a sword in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of Tang Qing's eyes, and swung the sword under his fist.

This sword, the pinnacle of the four realms, has no reservations.

Tang Qing's body was wrapped in golden light and resisted, the golden light did not move, but the tendons and veins of his left fist began to break a little, and the power of the dragon turtle in his body quickly rose, wanting to repair his pain and injuries.

The ruthless fairy looked at it coldly, and the sword intent did not stop.

A sword and a sword went straight down.

Another sword, the momentum sank, with a terrible whistling sword sound, not giving Tang Qing a chance to breathe, wanting to completely hit his left fist.

Although that golden light was powerful enough, the power in it was unimaginably terrifying.

However, Tang Qing has only been in harmony with him for a short time, and the power he can exert is really limited.

Facing the shocking sword intent at the peak of the Four Realms Soul Suppression, he could only lose.

But he still hasn't retreated.

The bones of his left fist had been completely broken, and he had long been unable to clench his fist, but he barely gathered his strength with the surge of golden light, and desperately resisted the ruthless fairy's sword after sword.

The power of the dragon turtle burrowed between his veins and bones, preventing the flow of golden blood.

His injuries began to heal under the power of the dragon turtle, but they soon crumbled again under the endless sword intent.

Tang Qing's brows furrowed, and his mind tightened.

Feeling the turbulent pain that I had never experienced in sixteen years, I suddenly felt a little like I was in a different world.

Wu Lao Er hid behind the ancient tree and looked at this scene, he saw the picture of the strange young man in front of him struggling in the sword intent, and suddenly felt great horror.

He wanted to run away, but every time he turned around and moved, Tang Qing's eyes would look over.

Stare at him, watch him.

Even when he was facing that Dawson's cold sword intent, standing in a life-and-death situation, he did not forget his goal.

Wu Lao Er, he must die.

It's just that the sword intent under the fist is still permeating at this moment.

There is a tendency to never die.

The ruthless fairy appeared in the cold light, her eyes were cold, and her face was like the extreme cold frost of December.

Once her murderous intent rises, it won't go away so easily.

After killing Tang Qing and snatching the short sword, she will find the secret of that sword intent.

As for the strange boy in front of him, he didn't know what to do, so if he died, he would die.

Thinking of this, she would not hesitate, the long sword in her left hand reached across her chest, her right hand reached out, and then she clenched her hands, and after a while, the sword light in the forest was exhausted, all converged under the sword, with the extremely strong sword intent that seemed to be able to cut through this dark night, and roared towards Tang Qing, who was a little lonely and helpless.

This sword was the strongest she could slash tonight.

It is also the sword she is most satisfied with now.

The momentum is huge, and it pays attention to killing with one hit.

She was very confident, even if she was the proud descendant of the Sword Saint, Baili Broken River, she would not be able to retreat in the face of her full sword.

Not to mention the one in front of you.

Her eyes were hidden behind the sword intent, trying to see a trace of fear or panic in the other party's eyes.

But Tang Qing's eyes did not change from beginning to end, even if the sword intent was at the head, or between life and death, his expression, eyes, and mood did not change in the slightest.

Still indifferent, with a calm from beginning to end.

The ruthless fairy frowned, suddenly alert.

Because she saw that Tang Qing's right hand, which had been covering the sword, was no longer just lightly placed on the short sword on his waist, but slowly rolled up, forming an empty fist.

Then, he took the dagger.