Yu Qingning's figure swirled, the corners of her skirt were flying, but she was not stained with half of the sludge and muddy water, in the pouring rain and mud everywhere, it was like a turbid white lotus that came out of the mud and was not stained.

At the same time, countless whirlwind qi machines were born around her, layer upon layer, endlessly, making Li Xuandu's sword seem to be stuck in a quagmire, no matter what, it couldn't advance or retreat a single bit.

Li Xuandu did not hesitate to let go of his right hand holding the sword, and pointed at the head of the long sword while his body retreated.

The long sword suddenly let out a thunderous sound, and the sword qi was restrained, faintly flickering with an electric arc, and it instantly broke free from the entanglement of the qi machine and stabbed directly at Yu Qingning's face.

Yu Qingning stopped, his feet did not move, and his upper body jerked back, showing an almost parallel and exaggerated angle to the ground.

After the long sword swept over Yu Qingning, she just straightened up, but saw Li Xuandu's right arm make a pull back movement, and then the long sword was pulled back by the invisible qi machine, and it actually forcibly turned out a circular arc behind Yu Qingning, like a swallow swirling around the beam, stabbing the woman's back of the heart again.

This is the flying swordsmanship of the Qing Weizong, which can control the long sword with its own qi to control the enemy at a hundred paces, so that the three-foot Qingfeng can come and go freely, just like the flying wings on the sword, so it has the reputation of "flying sword in a hundred steps".

Yu Qingning leaned the umbrella on her shoulder, and with a bang, the umbrella surface was like a lotus flower behind her, like a big shield, blocking the heart-piercing sword coming from behind.

The long sword pierced the surface of the umbrella, and there was a sharp and piercing sound of gold and stone colliding and rubbing.

Li Xuandu made a virtual grip on the hilt of the sword, and the long sword turned around and hovered in front of its master.

Li Xuandu held the sword again, followed the sword, and the whole person swept towards Yu Qingning again, as if he was listening to thunder in a silent place, and it was coming in an instant.

In the face of this sword, Yu Qingning's figure jumped up and hovered in the air, and at the same time rotated the paper umbrella in his hand downward, and the umbrella surface emitted a faint fluorescence like a bright moonlight, in the vast rain, it seemed that the bright moon was sinking into the sea.

The umbrella is on top, the sword is on the bottom.

The two collided, and Li Xuandu's figure sank suddenly, and his feet sank into the muddy ground more than a foot deep, and he didn't reach his calves.

Yu Qingning staggered backwards, and after his feet touched the ground, the violent qi exploded a big pit directly under the embroidered shoes embroidered with green lotus on the white bottom, and the mud and stagnant water shot out, like a lotus blooming.

The woman took seven steps back, one lotus at a time, and a lotus at a time.

When Yu Qingning stood still, Li Xuandu also pulled his feet out of the mud and rushed forward to take out his sword again. Compared with before, it was three points less agile, but it was three points heavier, and the sword qi skyrocketed, making the sword body, which was originally only three feet, actually reborn and extended by half a foot.

What is sword qi?

Yu Qingning stepped a little under his feet, and hurriedly retreated, dodging this sword in a millimeter.

With just one sword, Yu Qingning's foothold was cut out of a large pit that was more than a foot wide and more than a foot deep.

Li Xuandu was unforgiving, and once again threw the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand with flying sword skills.

The flying sword roared like a rainbow.

Yu Qingning raised the Taijiu umbrella in his hand.

It's nothing more than an offense and a defense, and the two hold each other.

But at this moment, Li Xuandu, who was already bare-handed, waved his left sleeve again.

There was a flash of green light on the cuffs.

It was as if a small cyan snake coiled its body and charged its strength and shot out, jumping and tossing several times, extremely fast, weird and difficult to prevent.

Yu Qingning, who had always been at ease, finally looked a little embarrassed at this moment, although she had already noticed it in advance, but she was still left with a thin red line in her white throat by this sharp green mang.

This sword is not enough to distinguish life from death, but it is enough to distinguish victory from defeat.

Qingmang flew back to his master's side, hovering for several weeks as if to invite merit, and then slowly hovered, revealing his true face.

I saw a short sword with a whole body of turquoise hovering in the air, no more than a finger wide, no more than three inches long, there was a cyan sword qi lingering, like clouds and mist, and the word "Qingjiao" was vaguely engraved on the sword.

This is a flying sword.

If the flying sword technique is just forcibly controlling the three-foot long sword to leave the hand and injure the enemy, which is a bit nondescript, then this small and small handleless sword is the real flying sword. The means of harnessing such flying swords is called sword mastery.

The so-called sword is different from the sword, only because the word "royal" and the word "control" have the same sound, it will confuse the world and mistakenly think that it is the same thing.

The Taoist patriarch once explained in detail in the "Sutra of the Sword" that the way of the sword, no sword can not be used, and nothing can be used for a sword. The art of sword control is to give birth to a sword fetus and cast a flying sword, and feed the flying sword with its own essence and blood to give birth to spirituality, so that it can communicate with each other and be driven by qi.

According to the reason, a master of the Xuanyuan Realm can control the sword a hundred zhang distance, to the innate realm, not only can control the sword ten miles, but also more than one, as little as three or four handles, more than ten handles, but this is not the extreme, after reaching the realm of returning to the truth, you can control the sword for a hundred miles, flying swords more than a thousand, covering the sky and the sun, that is the real sword fairy style.

Today's Li Xuandu can only control the sword, and the flying sword cannot leave the body for a hundred steps, otherwise the qi of the sword will be unsustainable.

In general, the limitations of sword control are extremely great, and if there is no flying sword that gives birth to a sword fetus, it is useless to have sword control without it. Compared with the way of the sword, which is known as the sword of all things, it is undoubtedly inferior, and the way of the sword is to mean the sword, and it does not consume too much qi, so there are hundreds of sword immortals in the past dynasties, and it is far less difficult than the world imagines.

But then again, if you have a flying sword with a complete sword fetus in your hand, driven by swordsmanship, it can be said to be invincible and invincible under the Xuanyuan Realm.

Even if the opponent is Yu Qingning, who has set foot in the realm of returning to the truth, under the premise of not distinguishing between life and death, but only victory and defeat, it is no exception.

Yu Qingning stretched out her fingers and gently wiped the red line between her throat, although she couldn't see the dazzling red, she could feel the coldness in her throat and the warmth of her fingertips.

The woman's expression was calm, not angry but smiling, and there was no half of sarcasm, "After a few years, I have seen the swordsmanship of the Qingwei Sect again." ”

Li Xuandu's grasp of this sword is very good, even for ordinary people, it is not enough to be fatal, not to mention that it is a master of the Dan Realm like Yu Qingning, it is just a simple skin injury.

However, Yu Qingning held his own identity, since the victory and defeat had been divided, he would not be stalked, and smiled slightly wryly, "This time Qingning lost again, you can take that child away, and I will go and explain it to the sect master." ”

Li Xuandu waved his sleeves, the flying sword returned to his sleeve, and said: "I will send their family to Zhongzhou Longmen Mansion, you can go there to find her, and at that time, if she is willing to follow you back to Xuannu Sect, I will not stop her." ”