Before the words fell, the two had already rushed towards each other at the same time, only to hear a clanging sound, and the swords and sticks had already intersected in the air. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Murong Ying didn't send out a sword qi to attack the enemy, he knew that this move was useless to Huang Chang, so he just stabbed the opponent with the wooden sword body in a decent manner. But Huang Chang didn't dare to slack off at all - he didn't know if a sword qi would suddenly burst out from the tip of the sword, so not only did he quickly push the blade away, but his body also slightly turned an angle sideways to prevent being stabbed by the opponent's sword qi.

This blow was in vain, and then they each withdrew their weapons to look for the next opportunity, Huang Chang also took the time to glance at the stick in his busy schedule, and couldn't help but secretly say - his stick was made of metal, and he was specially blessed with an earthy spell that enhanced the protective performance, and as a result, after hitting the wooden sword in Murong Ying's hand, a small gap appeared on the stone shell of the stick head.

"This guy's golden spell seems to have improved a lot...... Thankfully, I was prepared. ”

Huang Chang thought to himself, the reason why he used the metal stick was because he was afraid of Murong Ying's golden technique. If he only used an ordinary wooden stick, even if he was strengthened by the earth-moving spell, he would most likely be cut off by the wooden sword in Murong Ying's hand, not to mention that the other party also had a sharp and unparalleled natal sword.

The two of them were separated with a touch, and then pounced again, and exchanged several moves in ping-pong. Huang Chang had a heavy stick in his hand, and his shots were all hard and hard to hit, while Murong Ying was light and agile with his sword, avoiding the stick in a hurry, and trying his best to find the flaws in Huang Chang's moves. It can be seen that he does not plan to use the Natal Flying Sword at present, after all, Murong Ying is arrogant and does not want to be said that he can only rely on the Flying Sword to win.

After fighting a few moves, when Huang Chang once again relied on his big move to sink, he used a move to "split Huashan" and smashed down on Murong Ying's head. But the latter took an opportunity, first blocked the stick head with the wooden sword in his hand, but it was not a hard connection, but a light half arc, gently and skillfully unloaded the momentum, and at the same time the sword body was slightly sideways, it was actually cut all the way along the stick, if Huang Chang did not let go in time, the ten fingers of both hands may not be able to be protected.

The surrounding senior brothers suddenly let out a sigh of admiration in unison - their immortal cultivators did not have high requirements for martial arts, and Murong Ying's hand was already at the level of the swordsmanship masters in the mortal world. Even Huang Chang secretly praised in his heart, Murong Ying's move was even eliminated, and he overcame rigidity with softness, which was quite a bit of the charm of the Tai Chi swordsmanship rumored in his previous life.

In desperation, Huang Chang had no choice but to loosen his hands and let the iron rod fall to the ground. But at the same time as the stick fell, he also quietly picked the stick head with his toes, so just when Murong Ying thought that Huang Chang had lost his weapon and wanted to step forward to attack, he was kicked out by Huang Chang with his foot raised, and the iron rod suddenly raised its head like a poisonous snake and smashed it towards Murong Ying's face.

The latter was stunned and retreated, but Huang Chang's hands were always continuous: one kick picked up the head of the stick, followed by another series of kicks, and vigorously kicked in the middle of the iron rod, pulling the entire stick towards Murong Ying. After Murong Ying tried his best to block it back, Huang Chang pounced on it fit, waved his hand at the end of the stick, made the iron rod spin, and swept towards Murong Ying with a blocking momentum.

This hand seems to be lightweight, but it is impossible to do it without great strength in the hand - Huang Chang has been practicing immortal magic and Taoism diligently in the past few years, but he has not let go of internal strength qigong, and his strength is still one of the best among his fellow disciples and brothers for nearly forty years. Except for Wu Daniu, who had "studied" in Tianchan Academy, no one else could match him.

And Murong Ying, under this continuous series of attacks, finally had to block with a wooden sword. So in the midst of the exclamations around him, only a "snap" was heard, and the wooden sword that had been applied to the golden spell could not resist the slam of the iron rod after all, and it was broken into two parts.

Murong Ying had to jump backwards, but Huang Chang didn't pursue, stopped and laughed:

"What's the matter, Murong, in terms of martial arts and melee combat alone, you don't have any advantage in front of me. ”

Murong Ying snorted, didn't say a word, just jumped back, and at the same time pinched a sword trick with his left hand, and gently slapped the sword box behind his back with his right hand. Suddenly, I saw a piece of blue light shining, and the psychic sword called "Leek Leaf Qingshuang" finally flew out.

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As soon as this flying sword came out, Huang Chang immediately put away the smug face just now and took out a twelve-point solemnity. The flying sword is the most suitable for combat among many magic weapons, and the natal sword of sword cultivation is stronger than the ordinary magic weapon flying sword - ordinary monks control the flying sword or other similar magic weapons, even if they can make it fly and kill, but they must be controlled remotely by using divine consciousness and spiritual awareness, if the mental power is not strong enough, it is inevitable that it will be rusty and stagnant, and the moves are often relatively simple, with only a few actions such as horizontal splitting and stabbing, and it is difficult to change halfway.

However, the natal sword is connected to the monk's own bloodline, and the flying sword is equivalent to a part of the monk's body. As long as the monk's mind moves slightly, and the natal sword is immediately sensitive, even if he is flying outside, he can still control it like an arm and a finger, as if commanding his own hands and feet.

Murong Ying's current skills are still shallow, and the natal sword has not really fused with him - so he can only use the sword box on his back, instead of directly transforming into his body like Chang Qingzi, but it is more than enough to deal with his junior brothers who are also in the middle of qi training.

After Murong Ying released the flying sword, he did not rush to attack, but stood in place, letting the flying sword that seemed to be particularly excited swirl and fly around his whole body like a swimming fish. At the same time, he shouted in a deep voice:

"Huang Chang, release your magic weapon too, do you still want to use this mortal iron rod to face my Qingshuang Sword?"

-- After Xi Kunlun reached the fourth level of Qi training, his disciples could receive a medium-grade magic weapon from the sect, and whether they chose it for offensive or defensive purposes, they could greatly enhance their own strength. However, Huang Chang still didn't take out any magic weapons, but he didn't hold it up so much that he didn't prepare at all, and just laughed lightly:

"Not really. ”

As he spoke, Huang Chang's hands and feet began to move, but instead of drawing talismans and chanting spells, he threw a few seeds on the ground from time to time while running around. His movements were fast, and he seemed to be a chaotic process of throwing a few grains from east to west. And every time he throws a seed, he will attach a little bit of Otogi Qingling Qi to it, and use his own mana to urge those seeds to take root, sprout, and grow rapidly as soon as they land...... In an extreme time, clumps of twisted and shaking vines grew.