The two swords intersected, Li Qing quickly took a step back, looked at the black long sword in his hand, and saw that the sword body was intact without the slightest trace of damage.

Sure enough!

After all, the Yitian Sword was borrowed from Zhong Wen, and in the battle just now, Li Qing was afraid that the sword would be damaged, so he always unconsciously avoided the divine sword in Xiao Wenjian's hand, which somewhat affected the performance.

At this time, seeing that the weapon did not fall into the wind, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and a stone in his heart finally landed.

Xiao Wenjian looked at the Sun God Sword in his hand, and then looked up at the sword in Li Qing's hand, and the surprise in his eyes flashed.

The two of them just paused for a moment, and then you and I fought with each other, this time, Xiao Wenjian felt that the momentum on Li Qingjian's sword was obviously a big improvement compared to before, and he actually fell faintly behind.

"How is that possible!" Xiao Qing slapped the tea table beside him with his right hand, causing the teacup and tea tray to jump up at the same time, "What Li Qing is holding in his hand is definitely not the 'Fish Death Sword'!"

"Father, the color of the sword in Li Qing's hand is somewhat similar to the sword that Zhong Wen lent to Xue Pingxi before. Xiao Wuru suddenly spoke, fighting with the Dragon Slayer Sword at close range for a long time, and he was quite impressed by the color of this treasure knife.

It's Zhong Wen again!

This nasty guy is really everywhere!

In recent years, the Xiao family's father and son have been in the limelight and invincible, but they unexpectedly suffered one after another in the hands of a little teenager.

The father and son glanced at each other, and at the same time saw the surprise, anger and helplessness in each other's eyes.

Li Qing let go of his hands and feet, and his sword was like a dragon, instantly breaking the original evenly matched situation, occupying seventy percent of the offensive on the field, and gradually suppressing Xiao Wenjian to the upper hand.

Xiao Wenjian's pressure surged, the space for his shot became smaller and smaller, and every sword felt sluggish, and the haze of failure gradually enveloped his heart.

Am I really inferior to him?

Xiao Wenjian looked at Li Qing's stabbing sword in a daze.

This sword carries an unrivaled momentum, and the angle is extremely tricky, and it seems that it is impossible to avoid it.

Lose, lose again!

Xiao Wenjian seemed to accept the fate of imminent defeat, and slowly closed his eyes.

A blue shadow suddenly appeared in his mind, like a fairy in the sky.

The fairy held the moon-white sword in her hand and stabbed him in the chest.

The sword was like a bolt of lightning, carrying the breath of death, instantly rolling him into the endless abyss.

No, I can't lose!

The fairy's earth-shattering sword kept repeating in Xiao Wenjian's mind, and a violent aura surged out from his body, instantly enveloping the ring.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword in his hand stabbed forward seemingly slowly.

Obviously, it was Li Qing who struck first, but the long sword in Xiao Wenjian's hand came first, and he actually arrived one step faster than him, forcing Li Qing to retreat from the sword.

Li Qing took a step back, his mind was not disturbed, the long sword in his hand was fine-tuned, and he attacked Xiao Wenjian's left shoulder trickily.

Seeing that he was about to be hit, Xiao Wenjian's pupils dilated, and his right hand slowly stabbed out a sword again.

For some reason, this seemingly slow sword actually came to Li Qing's chest first.

Li Qing sweated slightly on his forehead, his body twisted suddenly, and he narrowly dodged the attacking sword, only to feel that the opponent's moves were extremely mysterious and elusive.

After two rounds, Xiao Wenjian seemed to have mastered the trick and began to counterattack with his sword, each move seemed to be slow and weak, but it forced Li Qing to retreat again and again, and he didn't have the power to fight back at all.

"This—This is!"

The Wine Venerable's mouth opened widely: "This son's swordsmanship has actually faintly touched a trace of 'Dao', and His Royal Highness is afraid that it is dangerous." ”

"Old wine, what is 'Dao'?" Li Yanxiu was the lowest, and he was confused when he heard it.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, it is no longer meaningful to cultivate to the point where I am sustained, and then blindly pile up spiritual power. Venerable Wine explained, "If you want to go further, you need to find your own way of cultivation, the old man's age, he can only touch a trace of the shadow of the 'Dao', and he has never been allowed to enter the door, Xiao Wenjian is young, and he has actually reached this step, such a genius is really unheard of." ”

"Xiao Qing gave birth to a good son. Li Jiuye stared at the two of them in the ring and said rather depressedly.

The situation on the field was changing, and in an instant, Xiao Wenjian had completely gained the upper hand, he slowly stabbed out sword after sword, Li Qing kept retreating, and the long sword in his hand took a defensive position, and he was very difficult to deal with.

The ring is not big, Li Qing retreated step by step, and soon came to the edge of the ring, in a desperate situation where there was no way to retreat.

Win!

Xiao ruthlessly clenched his fists fiercely, his emotions rarely lost control, revealing excitement.

He originally thought that Li Qing had fallen into a plot, Xiao Wenjian could easily win the championship, and if he had mental calculations or not, he would most likely be able to defeat Xue Pingxi and return to the top ten on the list.

However, the whole process was full of twists and turns, completely unexpected, under the interference of the magical boy Zhong Wen, his father and his own plans frequently failed, and they were almost in vain.

Seeing Xiao Wenjian being restrained by Li Qing, this resourceful "amorous son" lost his soul for a while and completely gave up hope, but unexpectedly, the eldest brother, who had never really pinned his hopes on it, launched a Jedi counterattack and beat the martial king Li Qing with magical swordsmanship.

Is this the power of focus?

In just a moment, he was a little envious of Xiao Wenjian's purity.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that when his personal strength reaches a certain point, it may really be enough to break the shackles and override the world.

At this time, Li Qing's feet were already attached to the edge of the ring, seeing Xiao Wenjian stabbing a sword in the chest, although the sword momentum was extremely slow, the trajectory was completely unpredictable, and he couldn't find the slightest way to deal with it.

If you take a step back, you have to step out of the ring, and according to the rules of the competition, you will lose this duel.

And if he doesn't retreat to death, under Xiao Wenjian's unbreakable sword moves, he is bound to be either dead or injured.

At this moment, cousin Li Xuefei's crying red eyes appeared in front of Li Qing.

I will never let Xiao Wuru get his wish!

He suddenly stopped retreating, jerked his head up, and looked straight ahead.

If you can't even protect your loved ones, what's the point of retreating with your whole body!

Li Qing's eyes shone with determination, and he took a step forward with his right foot, meeting the long sword in Xiao Wenjian's hand.

The memories from childhood to adulthood are like a marquee passing in front of Li Qing's eyes.

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness is an immortal genius, a rare encounter in a hundred years, and you will definitely be able to take that step in the future and achieve an immortal legend!"

This was what Li Qing said to Li Jiuye when he was five years old.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness's comprehension of cultivation has surpassed that of your ministers, and if you continue to teach, it will only be a waste of time, it's time to find another good teacher for Your Highness. ”

At the age of sixteen, Li Qing's second master, "Midnight General" Zeng Rui, said that what he had learned had been hollowed out by him, and there was nothing to teach.

In the second year, Emperor Li Jiuye personally took him to the Holy Land, and after testing Li Qing's qualifications, the master of the Wendao Academy Palace was amazed, and allowed the third prince to learn the "Ninety-Five Supreme Sword" that only the emperor himself could cultivate.

The grade of the "Ninety-Five Supreme Sword" is between platinum and gold, and it should not appear in the world.

At the age of twenty-three, Li Qing broke through the gap between heaven and man, stepped into the realm of the heavenly wheel coveted by the world, and became the youngest master of the heavenly wheel in the Great Qian Empire, creating an unprecedented record that shocked the world.

After another year, he met Xiao Wenjian, a year older than himself and equally amazingly talented.

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, and the two peerless geniuses fought each other without accident.

Few people know the outcome of that battle, but after the fight, Xiao Wenjian abandoned the sword and embarked on a journey to find the divine soldier alone.

After that, Li Qing effortlessly defeated Lian Yunfei, the "plum hand" who ranked first in the list of heroes and heroes at that time.

Since that day, the first position on the list of heroes has never changed.

Li Qing, the prince of Wu, was respected as the strongest man of the young generation by the entire Daqian.

The world may think that this Third Highness must have gone through countless hardships to complete this series of unimaginable feats, but they don't know that in Li Qing's heart, these achievements are really unchallenging, and they have not caused him even the slightest trouble.

The world of genius is by no means understandable to many people.

Facing Xiao Wenjian's strange sword path with no trace, Li Qing felt for the first time in his life what it means to hit a wall and what it means to be powerless.

It turns out that there are things I can't do.

Xiao Wenjian's long sword was getting closer and closer to his chest, and a strange feeling floated in Li Qing's heart, a little helpless, a little novel, and a little excited.

At the moment when he made up his mind not to retreat, his heart was clear, and the cells in his body began to activate spontaneously, and his vision seemed to change subtly.

Xiao Wenjian's swordsmanship is still mysterious and difficult to understand, but it is not as completely traceable as Shicai.

Instinctively, he swung the long sword in his hand.

"Ding!"

Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce Li Qing's chest, at the last moment, the two swords finally collided again.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Xiao Wenjian saw that the long sword was swinged, and did not stop, and continued to swing the sword to attack, Li Qing stared straight ahead, his eyes were a little scattered, as if he was wandering outside the world, but the long sword in his hand could always block Xiao Wenjian's attack at a critical moment.

"Good!

The Wine Venerable suddenly raised the gourd and poured it, laughing and said, "The talent of the Third Highness is really unparalleled in the world!"

Li Jiuye let out a sigh, leaned slightly on the back of the wooden chair, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, just now for a moment, he thought that Li Qing was going to lose, so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

Xiao ruthlessly grabbed the broken folding fan with both hands, and under the excessive force, the handle of the fan made of cold iron "creaked".

Why can't you follow my wishes one by one and obediently become a stepping stone to the rise of the Xiao family?

His face was pale, his teeth were clucking, and he looked at Li Qing, who was full of toughness and didn't want to fall, and his heart was irritable.

didn't know that there was a person in the audience who was even more depressed than him.

Obviously, the traverser is me, why are these two people on stage more like the protagonist than me?

Zhong Wen looked at the magical performance of the two on the stage, the thumb and index finger of his right hand were at right angles, stroking his chin, puzzled.