Swish!

Dongfang Cheng's figure turned into an afterimage in an instant, came to Leng Ling's side, stretched out his hand to catch his collapsed figure steadily, and at the same time, his eyes were like a sword, glowing with coldness.

"You, very good. It's a pity that it's not a sword cultivator. ”

He sighed lightly, his tone was quiet, and then with a light push in his hand, with the help of spiritual power, he pushed Leng Ling's body backwards, and after being caught by the other disciples of the Sword Sect, he took a pill into his mouth.

The effect of this elixir is excellent, it can be said that the effect is immediate, after Leng Ling took the elixir, his face immediately turned from pale to ruddy, and his breath gradually stabilized.

"The next battle of the Sword Sect will be handled by me alone, if any one of your Lingyue Sect defeats me Dongfang Cheng with a move and a half, my Sword Sect will admit defeat and get out of this secret realm, and then talk about the ownership of this immortal's finger bones. ”

Dongfang Cheng is proud, and can even be said to be conceited. Because he believed that among the disciples under the foundation within these four sects, no one was his opponent, and no one was even worthy of his second sword. Especially when he pulls out the ink abyss, it is when he is the strongest.

Because he ...... It is the reincarnation of the sword immortal, and it is an invincible person!

"I give you half an hour to rest and breathe your aura. Half an hour later, I'll fight you again. ”

Dongfang Cheng sat cross-legged, took off the Mo Yuan sword behind him along with the scabbard, and put it on his lap, the aura in his body was agitated, emanating from every pore of his body, and he was full of this sword.

Chen Mo's expression was calm, unmoved by Dongfang Cheng's words, he slowly closed his eyes and breathed the injuries on his body.

Half an hour passed quickly, and when Chen Mo opened his eyes again, the breath that seemed to be bloodless suddenly descended again, causing a lot of storm to be set off in this dense forest, and the leaves rustled......

And Dongfang Cheng had pulled out Mo Yuan at this moment, and his backhand was behind him, and the corners of his clothes were swept up under the sound of the wind. His gaze is calm, mysterious and distant, like a deep pool that will never make waves, and it is as if the soul has been sucked into it.

It makes people feel a trace of fear in their hearts for no reason.

Mo Yuan's sword body is pitch black, there is no blade, both sides are the same width, like a heavy ruler, flashing with a heavy light, as if it is covered with dust, baptized by the years, so that it is so old, as if it can be broken at a moment's break.

And above the blade of the sword, there were seven points of light that shone like stars. It's a dazzling light that is hard to forget at a glance.

Looking at this long sword with no blade and as black as ink, Han Lin suddenly remembered the ink stone he had used to grind ink, when he used a pen as a knife to draw thousands of ways on coarse paper, as if he was painting another world, which made his mind relax and flutter. It's just that after entering this Lingyue Sect and starting to practice, he hasn't painted for a long time.

"You, enough for me to be qualified to make a sword, look at it. ”

Dongfang Cheng's voice was calm, but it hid an unstoppable pride, but his words did not make people feel arrogant, but felt that it should be so. A character like him, as if a sword immortal is in the world, with a graceful demeanor, white clothes are better than snow, and no one can stop him where the sword light sweeps.

Chen Mo's face was gloomy and his whole body was tense. The moment Dongfang Cheng's words fell, he immediately felt that the qi in this place had changed, as if it had become a sea of sword intent, and every inch of the place was densely packed with sword intent, and every trace of this sword intent, every wisp of sword intent, where it was headed, was himself.

Chen Mo could clearly feel the tingling sensation coming from every inch of skin on his body, and this pressure like a black cloud pressing down on the city made his heart pound. It seems that in the next moment, it will be like a thunderstorm stirring the earth's fire, and a fierce offensive will come like a storm.

"No! If you wait for him to be full of momentum, I will definitely be defeated, and only by breaking his aura can I have a chance. ”

Chen Mo's eyes flashed, and he immediately made a decision in his heart, his left hand slapped on the hilt of the sword, and the long sword in his hand flew out in response, and at the same time, he also quickly cut his fingers and drew a rune on the palm of his hand. Immediately, a gray mist seeped out, enveloping it. In the gray mist, grimaces flew by from time to time, making bursts of sneering laughter, making Chen Mo feel as if he had walked out of the land of death at this moment.

Under the effect of this gray mist, Chen Mo's speed increased again and again, and he had already arrived in front of Dongfang Cheng's eyes in just a moment, and under the hissing of the long sword in his hand, it was already rapidly approaching Dongfang Cheng's throat.

It seems that at this moment, the big picture is decided. The next moment, however, it all reversed.

Dongfang Cheng's eyes widened slightly, his right hand and sword fingers, lightly wiped on the body of Mo Yuan's sword, and he didn't see any movement, immediately Chen Mo screamed, and when the long sword in his hand touched Dongfang Cheng's throat, it collapsed and turned into ashes. Its body also flew upside down, retreated dozens of feet in a row, and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood from its mouth, and fainted.

"Alas!"

Dongfang Cheng withdrew Mo Yuan, his eyes lowered, looked at Chen Mo's body, and sighed lightly, as if he was sighing that his opponent couldn't even take one of his own swords, and the lonely look in his eyes didn't seem to be fake.

Du Xiaomei had a cold face, lifted Chen Mo's body back, took out the healing pill from the storage bag, pointed at Chen Mo's throat, and made him open his mouth to swallow, while turning his head to look at the people of the Lingyue Sect.

At this moment, the expressions on everyone's faces were different: Liu Hong looked worried, as if he was worried about the future of the Lingyue Sect. Tang Qian looked at Dongfang Cheng expectantly, the light in her eyes became more and more intense, and she seemed to be eager to rush over now. At the moment, Han Lin lowered his head, the expression on his face was cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Du Xiaomei's gaze stayed on Han Lin's body for a few more moments, and then she sighed lightly, closed her eyes slightly, and suddenly turned around. And the moment she turned around, with a bang, the ice-blue sword light stained half of the sky, and her eyes, at this moment, suddenly opened their eyes, and in her pupils, they had turned into white, like ice and snow.

And the moment she opened her eyes, the extremely low temperature swept through the entire dense forest, and the sound of clicking continued, taking advantage of the already cold environment, which actually made the place freeze between breaths. The dead leaves that fell from the trees, as they fell, a thick layer of ice formed on the leaves, which fell heavily to the ground and turned into powder.

This temperature is so low that it does not seem to come from the outside world, but from everyone's heart, from the inside out, through the bones and hearts. Even when he breathed, he carried white gas, which made everyone, from the bottom of their hearts, rise a chill, and looked at Du Xiaomei with an extremely jealous gaze.

Even Rong Wusheng of the Mountain Moving Sect, after solving his opponent with one palm at this moment, stroked the tip of his frozen hair and looked at Du Xiaomei with an extremely obscure gaze.

"Yes, maybe you deserve my second sword. ”

A sincere smile suddenly appeared on Dongfang Cheng's face......