After a long time, a soft cry spread in all directions.

Ning Baifeng's right hand holding the bridge rain suddenly tightened.

Pei Qianshan, who was in the distance, slowly raised his hand and stretched his waist, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

Then, Pei Qianshan's voice came.

"I don't know whether to thank you or feel sorry for you. ”

Pei Qianshan continued: "Because of the special reasons of the body, the condensed sword pill had nowhere to be placed, but I didn't expect this accident to let me successfully practice the secret technique he gave me. ”

In this way, many people are a little baffled.

However, Ning Baifeng understood the meaning of this.

The body is special, because of the change in the Sword Valley, which made it a sword body, and that he must be Fushanhe.

The sword pill could not be placed in the sword body, he really didn't know this, but just now an accident actually made him cultivate the secret technique given by Fushanhe, which was obviously not simple.

Many people can't understand a lot of the content, but the word Kenmaru is easy to understand.

Pei Qianshan has broken the realm!

And also use it to cultivate unexpected secret arts!

As for who he is, with Pei Qianshan once stepping into the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion, it is very likely that he is the master of the Sword Pavilion.

Originally, many disciples who looked nervous showed a relieved smile on their faces at this moment.

Pei Qianshan raised his arm to his eyes, stretched his palm slightly, and there was a sound of metal friction between his fingers.

Ning Baifeng's expression was awe-inspiring.

Some division commanders frowned slightly, thoughtful.

Wei Xing raised his puppet arm and looked at it, his fingers pinching the same metallic sound, but not so crisp.

People are not iron and stone, how can there be a metallic sound?

Without giving everyone too much time to think, Ning Baifeng and Pei Qianshan moved almost at the same time.

The two figures rushed through a distance of nearly a thousand zhang and collided with each other in a few breaths.

Boom!

The rain on the bridge in Ning Baifeng's hand stabbed directly on Pei Qianshan's sword finger.

The fingers were on the iron sword, and there was no severance, and there was no bloody phenomenon of the long sword piercing into the arm.

It's just a collision of a fingertip and a sword.

Such a situation shocked everyone.

Would the Advanced Sword Pill Realm have such an ability?

Many Sword Pill Realm masters even began to examine themselves, cutting off their right hands with their left hands, and blood flowed everywhere.

What is the situation that Pei Qianshan is showing at this moment? Is it really that strange secret technique?

What kind of secret technique is it, it can actually compete with a sword weapon with a physical body, is it the iron body of a soldier? But Pei Qianshan is obviously a sword cultivator!

The crowd's thinking continued.

The battle on the gimbal is also going on.

After a one-shot retreat, the two fought again.

It's just that the current situation is no longer an edgeworth attack, and the two of them directly fight in close quarters, and the long sword and the sword fingers collide, making a sharp exchange sound.

Ning Baifeng used all the swordsmanship and swordsmanship he had learned, as well as the blocking style and the ground-cutting style.

Pei Qianshan seemed to have changed into a different person, not dodging or dodging, and letting the iron sword stab on his body.

After some fighting, there was not a single wound on his body.

Ning Baifeng felt a hint of sparring.

Pei Qianshan actually used him as a sword grinding stone to comprehend the new realm!

Although Ning Baifeng was unwilling, the current situation was basically Pei Qianshan pressing him to beat, after all, a person who was not afraid of being injured was indeed a little unreasonable.

Even if Ning Baifeng wanted to exchange his injuries for his life at this time, he would have to change it.

There were many afterimages and dense metal crashing sounds between the gimbal again.

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......

"Could it be...... Man and sword in one?"

An old man with gray hair hesitated in his voice, not quite sure if his guess was correct.

Many people follow prestige.

Some of the disciples of Zhenyue Feng recognized the identity of the old man, it was an old man who had been buried in the Dossier Hall all the year round to sort out the classics, and the sword pill was gradually withering.

Hearing the words of the old man, many old-timers who have experienced hundreds of years carefully analyzed the words of the old man, but gradually some people's eyes lit up.

Then this conjecture spread all over the PTZ.

The way of sword cultivation has been passed down to this day, and many of the partial cultivation methods have been lost, and even only a few words are recorded in some dilapidated and damaged classics.

And the unity of man and sword is one of them.

The unity of the human sword in the secular rivers and lakes is just that the sword is an extension of the body, but in the eyes of the ancient sword cultivators, the unity of the human sword is really the union of the human sword, the person is the sword, and the sword is the person.

The vague record is that the sword pill in the sword cultivator's body, the natal flying sword, and the sword cultivator himself, the three are combined, and the human sword is one.

As for how to meet, no one knows, because this secret method has been lost.

"If it's not the unity of human and sword, then how can Pei Qianshan's body be explained. ”

Someone asked softly.

With this conjecture, many people recalled Pei Qianshan's body before

on what happened, and what he said.

This conjecture is consistent in many ways.

Ruan Manman looked at the two people who were fighting frantically on the gimbal, and said worriedly: "So, isn't the senior brother unable to win?"

There was silence near the sword boat.

"It's kind of like a layer of puppet armor on it, or a layer of armor. ”

It was Wei Xing who spoke.

As a disciple of Shenji Mountain, he has a lot of insights into the magic weapons outside the body. In front of him, what made him think the most was a martial artist wearing a high-grade puppet armor.

Lang Ping was surprised: "What do you say?"

Wei Xing said: "In the ancestral hall of the master gate, there is a high-grade puppet armor, after wearing it, the whole body is like just covering a layer of gauze, which is lighter than the handsome armor talisman, but the protection is extraordinary, and the situation of Pei Qianshan in front of him is somewhat similar. ”

Wu Ziqi asked, "There are no flaws at all?"

Wei Xing didn't speak.

Wu Ziqi reacted immediately, he asked a little excessively.

This kind of content is obviously a secret, and Wei Xing's ability to say that there is a high-grade puppet armor in the division is already a lot of words.

What Shenji Mountain does is to buy and sell talismans, tell the weaknesses of his own magic weapons, and then how to do business in the future.

Wei Xing listened to the dense crisp sound in the gimbal and looked at his arm again.

After a while, he sighed, then raised his voice slightly, and said: "No matter how thick and hard the armor is, there are people inside after all, and if it is a person, there is a divine soul, as long as there is a way to destroy its divine soul, what is the use of having a hard armor." ”

Everyone was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized.

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......

The sound of discussion on the periphery was transmitted to the gimbal with the wind.

Although the two of them kept fighting, there were still a few words of those words for the two to hear.

Among them, the words "man and sword" and "divine soul" are the most talked about.

Ning Baifeng forced away Pei Qianshan's sword finger with a sword, and retreated.

Pei Qianshan chased after him, gasping and said, "I see how many sword yuan you still have to support such consumption!"

The two were only a sword away from each other, so they could naturally hear each other's voices.

Ning Baifeng was silent for a moment and said, "How good can you be." ”

The figures of the two kept moving.

Ning Baifeng stopped the hard encounter with Pei Qianshan, and just dodged quickly with smoke and rain.

Pei Qianshan sneered: "As long as I stab you once, you will definitely die! Think about it, how many times have you stabbed me?!"

The crashing sound between the gimbal disappeared, and only the figures of the two kept flashing.

Some people find it boring, which is obviously a struggle to consume.

A good sword fight, it becomes a tossing and turning that you chase me, what can you see.

Without hearing the other party's answer, Pei Qianshan opened his mouth again and said, "Ning Baifeng......"

"Pei Qianshan, no one has ever said how much you say! Want to satisfy your killing desire and win some verbal praise?!"

Ning Baifeng directly interrupted him in a cold voice.

Pei Qianshan took a deep breath, his face gradually turned cold, and his eyes seemed to look at a dead person, cold and ruthless.

Pei Qianshan suddenly stopped pursuing, stood on the stone platform, looked at Ning Baifeng a few zhang away, and said coldly and cruelly: "Since you want to die early, then I will fulfill you!"

After finishing speaking, Pei Qianshan actually turned his head and flew away outside the cloud platform.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the sudden scene.

Was he defeated and fled, or what's going on?

There was silence all around the gimbal.

In a few breaths, Pei Qianshan had already flown out for several miles, and there was only a small black dot left in his figure.

Ning Baifeng looked over there and understood very well that the other party was not running away.

In the previous competition, Pei Qianshan was almost adapting to the new realm and fighting methods, and now that he is going to such a distant place, he must have a plan.

Sure enough.

With a shocking sword roar, a brilliant cyan sword light erupted from the black dot in the distance, like a lightsaber reaching the sky.

In an instant, many people speculated that the reason why Pei Qianshan ran so far was just because he didn't want people to see him perform secret techniques.

Ning Baifeng looked at the earth-shattering sword light, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them after a while, his eyes were shining, making it impossible to look at them directly.

"Everyone, please borrow a sword!"

As soon as the words fell, many people did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

Only Lang Ping and the three of them had some faint guesses.

In the blink of an eye, a dense sword roar sounded between the gimbal and the gimbal.

Just as someone was looking for the source of the sound, they found that the sword sounds were all coming from the scabbard on their body.

Not everyone can refine the flying sword into the body in the sword gut realm, so the sword on the body is still in the scabbard and various sword boxes.

Then, an unforgettable scene appeared on the gimbal.

Hundreds of long swords rushed directly out of their scabbards, flew to the side of the man in the gimbal, and then quickly flew around the white-clothed figure.

This scene, like

A tornado, swirling in the gimbal.

And in the middle of the tornado, someone is holding a sword, and some are like raising a fire to the sky.

Another sword roar resounded through the sky.

The cyan sword light in the distance suddenly came down, forming a sword pillar more than a hundred zhang long, and flew towards this side rapidly.

Ning Baifeng, who was standing in the middle of the flying sword whirlwind, looked calm and took a deep breath again.

"Hey!"

With this loud shout, hundreds of flying swords of nearly a thousand quickly converged towards the pitch-black long sword he held high.

In a few breaths, the tornado formed by the convergence of various flying swords seemed to be held in his hand.

Such an astonishing scene is stunning.

At this time, the white-clothed young man who was holding this tornado giant sword directly rose up, and the giant sword turned sideways and rushed towards the dark blue sword pillar.

The sky is thousands of miles, and the sky is high and the clouds are wide.

The cyan sword pillar and the tornado greatsword hedged against each other.

In the eyes of the disciple standing on the sword pond at the foot of the mountain, there were two meteors in the sky colliding together.

Rumble!

The earth-shattering noise shook the heavens and the earth.

The wind swept in all directions.

Where the two strange giant swords collided, the sword light and the flying sword scattered in all directions, like fireworks that suddenly exploded, and the light was brilliant.

After the collision, the two giant swords did not separate, and were still rushing forward.

From the tip of the sword to the blade of the sword, inch by inch is constantly shattering.

The hundred-zhang long giant sword became shorter and shorter, and the two people holding the sword had no intention of retreating.

The tornado giant sword formed by the combination of hundreds of thousands of flying swords was consumed, and the huge sword pillar of the dark cyan color was also only more than seven feet left.

The two still didn't stop.

The pitch-black long sword in Ning Baifeng's hand collided with the seven-foot sword light, shattering each other inch by inch again.

The rain on this bridge came from the river boat covered bridge, and it has been washed by the aura of the river for a long time, and then after the training of Jin Dan's self-explosion before the death of Kurong Yusuo, even if it is the hardest dragon scale of the prison cow, it is only barely grinding out a trace of luster, which shows its hardness.

However, at this time.

The long sword collided with the sword light and was actually smashed into pieces.

The combination of human and sword is really powerful!

At this moment, the speed of the collision between the two gradually slowed down.

Everyone watched this scene and was shocked and speechless.

Although the speed of the collision continued to slow down, it still did not stop, and the eyes of the two looked at each other angrily, containing an extremely resolute will.

Ning Baifeng and Pei Qianshan knew very well that at this moment, the two were competing not only with swords, but also with sword energy, sword intent, and divine soul.

Both of them gathered their own spirit and condensed into a sword.

The goal is to kill the enemy with one sword!

Many people were shocked but also surprised, these two people had no reason to fight, why they were so desperate.

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......

Zuo Ci's face was as cold as ice, and his right hand slowly rose, but he suddenly froze in place.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the extremely high Sword Pavilion, his face was extremely angry, and his eyes seemed to be burning with a fire.

He was about to stop the two of them, but he was stopped by the one in the Sword Pavilion!

Zhuo Xinyuan said calmly: "The victory is not scored, Senior Brother Zuo, please be calm for a while." ”

Zuo Ci turned his head when he heard the voice, and his angry eyes crashed into Zhuo Xinyuan's eyes like a sword mountain.

Zhuo Xinyuan snorted, his eyes dimmed slightly.

His cultivation is much worse than this junior disciple after all. Half-step Sword Immortal, there is always half a step away from Sword Immortal.

Zhuo Xin was far from discouraged, his defeat was not the key, the real victory or defeat was all on those two young people.

The fight between the two is almost unknown.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ning Baifeng and Pei Qianshan.

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The moment the black sword and the Xuanqing sword shattered, Ning Baifeng's fist collided with Pei Qianshan's sword finger.

It was at this very moment.

Ning Baifeng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. Pei Qianshan did not vomit blood, but several white smoke erupted from his seven orifices, rising in a curling manner.

The blood shone brightly over the white smoke, and it seemed that Ning Baifeng was extremely miserable, but in the eyes of the division commanders, he was extremely shocked.

These white smoke are not ordinary qi, let alone overflowing spiritual energy, but the manifestation of the divine soul of a monk of the Middle Three Realms, which is more important than the physical body, and there is no difference between the pool.

Many division commanders have already rushed to the two and are ready to rescue.

After the two collided, they finally fell back into each other for the first time.

However, just when he was no more than three feet back, Ning Baifeng almost subconsciously rushed forward with smoke and rain, and then held his right hand into a sword finger, and stabbed Pei Qianshan's forehead with a move pointing at the sky.

Pei Qianshan flew out upside down in an instant, and wisps of white smoke all spewed out, and then the sword qi brought out by the sword finger was emptied.

Before Pei Qianshan fell, someone had already caught his body.

Ning Baifeng stood on the stone platform, maintaining his posture and not moving at all.

The long wind stirs the robe, and the momentum is unparalleled.