The moment the words fell, the space within a five-inch radius in front of Qing Ling's fingertips suddenly changed.

A huge whirlpool of air currents was formed in an instant, and the air pressure in the whirlpool had already broken through the critical point, and all the air currents were entangled and converged in one place, and there were faint signs of merging. The space at the center of the vortex has become blurred and distorted, completely losing its normal appearance, as if it is on the verge of collapse, crumbling, and will shatter and turn into a spatial crack at any moment. Thunderbolts of dark blue lightning flashed violently in the whirlpool, and the light shone so brightly that it almost blinded the person who looked directly at it temporarily, creating a scene like the end of the world in a space only five inches square.

After Xuantian saw this scene, his eyes lit up with a feverish light.

Time seemed to go back to the past, back to the day when Qing Ling taught him the trick of sword fingering, and the scene at that time was already deeply imprinted in Xuantian's mind.

"Compared to my uncle, it's like I haven't learned sword fingering. Xuantian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Qing Ling pointed his index finger forward and lightly clicked, and the place where the central air flow of the vortex converged suddenly shook, and then the "oppressed" air flow condensed into a bundle and released it.

The true qi of the sword finger that has gained "liberation" is like a peerless sword unsheathed, releasing an endless sharp murderous aura, no matter how hard the thing in front of it can break it in two.

The power of one finger is no less than that when Luo Yong wielded the Huangquan knife, the cultivation is strong and weak, and it seems that the judgment is made from above.

When Luo Yong sensed that the situation was not good, it was too late, and it was too late to strengthen his palm power to resist at this time, so Luo Yong condensed the true qi of his whole body into a red barrier in front of him, intending to use his strong spiritual power to block the invasion of the sword fingers.

"The Rakshasa Soul Seal condensed by my true qi once resisted the Zhurong Divine Fire, and now my internal cultivation is a higher level than at that time, although the finger power of this little girl is extremely powerful, but it can't help me. Rayong thought to himself, a confident look on his face.

The moment the sword finger True Qi touched the power of Luo Yong's palm, it easily dispersed it, and then bombarded the True Qi barrier in front of Luo Yong at a lightning speed.

At the moment of the collision, Rayong's face suddenly turned pale, and the feeling of fear began to spread in his heart, and a breath of death rushed towards him, as if the door of the ghost gate was open in front of him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Familiar time, same ending.

"Click----

A crisp cracking sound came, and the impregnable wall in Rayong's cognition shattered piece by piece, and fragments of spiritual power flew in the air and then floated down, like withered petals.

The True Qi Barrier is not useless, at least it offsets nearly ninety percent of the power of the sword finger True Qi, but the remaining one-percent aftermath is enough for Luo Yong to "enjoy".

With a loud "bang", Rayong's sturdy tall body was blasted upside down, thrown more than ten feet away, and fell heavily on the ground outside the square.

"Well done! Teach this fanatic a hard lesson who doesn't know the height of the sky. ”

"Uncle Qingling is really hard to find an opponent!"

A cheer rang out one after another, and all the disciples were impressed by Qing Ling's profound cultivation, and it was difficult to suppress the admiration that welled up in their hearts!

Xuantian's eyes looking at Qing Ling at this moment were also full of admiration, as if he couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment, and his heart was filled with an emotion that didn't know her name but was as hot as fire.

Rayong slowly got up from the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his chest one after another, and suddenly a sweetness in his throat, a mouthful of blood couldn't bear it anymore, and spurted out.

At this moment, Rayong actually had a feeling of despair, boundless frustration surging towards him, and for the first time in his life, he experienced the meaning of the word "despair".

"The power of one finger is far better than that of Zhurong Divine Fire, how is this possible? Could it be that her internal cultivation has already reached the sublimation realm? If it weren't for her mercy and avoiding the key points in her heart, I'm afraid I would already be a dead corpse now. ”

The thoughts that lingered in Rayong's heart became more and more chilling to him, and it seemed as if a voice in his heart was telling him to quickly use the teleportation technique to retreat, but his unruly nature could not allow him to do so.

"With the help of the power of 'Huangquan', Xing may be able to defeat her, the most difficult disciple of the Sanqing Sect should be her, if you can defeat her..."Luo Yong thought about this, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sharp pain in his chest had been left behind him.

Rayong strode back into the plaza and came in front of Qing Ling, looking her up and down with a hint of greed.

Qing Ling turned a blind eye to his rude gaze, and lightly opened his lips and asked, "Does Your Excellency deny losing?" If you are not convinced, you can start over. ”

Luo Yong pursed his lips with disdain and said heavily: "Of course I don't accept it." Lao Tzu hasn't used all his strength yet, but for the sake of you being a weak woman, he just let you make a move. Now I'm going to deal with you seriously. ”

Hearing what Luo Yong said, all the disciples were in an uproar, and scolding erupted.

"It's shameless, I've already lost so completely, but I still have to fight to the death. ”

"Obviously, I said that I didn't use magic weapons, but now I use it as an excuse that I haven't used all my strength. ”

"Uncle Qingling spared his life, he didn't know how to be grateful, he was really a wolf with ambition. ”

Luo Yong laughed twice, and said aloud to the disciples who were fighting outside the field: "You Xiaoxiao can scold, when Lao Tzu defeats Qingling, then see what else you have to say." ”

With that, he lifted the "Yellow Spring" long knife that had been inserted in the ground for a long time, and the black mist around his body, which had been much dimmed by the wound just now, condensed again, completely enveloping Rayong's body again.

"This time, Lao Tzu won't let it go again. Luo Yong said sharply to Qing Ling.

Qing Ling turned a deaf ear to Rayong's threat, and only replied lightly.

"Please. ”

Luo Yong also held the handle of the "Yellow Spring" knife in his left hand, making a gesture of holding the knife in both hands, and then suddenly raised the ghost-headed long knife high above his head, the blade pointed straight to the sky, and said in a deep voice.

"Above the nine heavens, it is said that the blue falls, the blue falls overturned, and the dust is ambushed.

Biluo has fallen!"

After the mantra was recited, a scene that stunned everyone immediately appeared.

Although there was no mutation between heaven and earth, a domineering and incomparable force that seemed to fall from above the nine heavens ruthlessly bombarded the area where Qing Ling stood.

"Boom ----"

When the deafening loud noise cleared, it was a mess.

With Qing Ling's position as the center, the granite slabs within a radius of five zhang were smashed into powder by the majestic force that came from nowhere, and the entire ground completely collapsed, forming a bottomless huge pit, which was nearly a hundred zhang deep at a cursory glance!

At this time, Qing Ling's figure no longer existed, as if he had been driven into the abyss of the earth that had not seen the light of day under the head-on blow that was too late to be prepared.

There was silence in the four fields, and the sound of needles falling could be heard clearly.

Almost all the disciples of the Three Qing Dynasty were so frightened by this shocking scene that they lost the ability to think, leaving only a blank in their minds.

At this time, Luo Yong stroked the blade of "Yellow Spring" with his hand, and laughed insolently as if he was crazy: "Good knife! It is worthy of being the treasure of my Rakshasa clan. As soon as this knife comes out, no matter who it is, it must surrender to its power, and no one can stop Lao Tzu, hahahaha..."

Xuantian's heart was as painful as if he had been hit by a hammer at this time, endless grief and indignation gushed out from the depths of his heart, his eyes suddenly became red, everything in front of him gradually became blurred, and a crystal clear teardrop slowly slipped down from the corner of his eye.

A sturdy arm suddenly wrapped around Xuantian's neck, Xuantian turned his teary-eyed face, but saw Zhuo Yan staring at him with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, without the slightest worry on his face.

Xuantian felt a trace of displeasure in his heart, shook off Zhuo Yan's arm, and said to him in a slightly reproachful tone: "Uncle Shi is in a deep crisis now, Brother Zhuo can still laugh?"

Zhuo Yan shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that you are still far from knowing Qingling as well as me, and what you cry like this is your distrust of her." This Rayong was seriously injured by Qing Ling before, and his skills were already greatly reduced, how could he reverse the outcome in one move. Qingling pretended to be shot down by him, but he didn't want him to lose too badly. Next, you will meet the last Sanqing Town Sect Peerless School except for the Heart Sword and the Ancient Relic Rhyme. ”