Su Changqing didn't notice anything, and wanted to break the other party with one blow.

However, the sword body was instantly out of control, like the coercion of a giant mountain being released from Nangong Ji.

His sword has the ability to sense, so it is not controlled.

"That's?"

Su Changqing saw dazzling light burst out from Nangong Ji's body.

A bad consciousness came to my heart, and my body couldn't help but lean outward. The sword soul spread throughout the mountain without any flaws, but it didn't seem to work against Nangong Ji.

"The old man has actually been defeated, and he is really ashamed to use the tricks of the year on you, a junior, but today I have to save face, because you are worth it!" At this time, Nangong Ji's body swelled up and expanded more than three times.

Su Changqing couldn't see Nangong Ji in his eyes anymore, and the strongest sword soul condensed had no target, although the mountain was full of sword souls, but it was useless, this damage was not enough to defeat the other party.

Su Changqing didn't know what kind of trick Nangong Ji had used, he only felt tightness in his chest.

Nangong Ji suddenly appeared, and her expanded body slammed into Su Changqing's seemingly weak body.

Su Changqing raised his sword to meet it, and the frost sword collided with the huge fist.

Su Changqing snorted, and his blood was surging and he took three steps back.

The punch just now was like a river and sea pouring into his limbs and bones, and his internal organs were like thunder and lightning.

The pain instantly spread all over the body.

Another punch came, the golden fist carried an incomparably strong wind, Su Changqing's steps trembled, and the frost cold sword soul condensed and resisted.

The huge body in the air was like King Kong, and Su Changqing rolled with his sword for a few weeks, and was thrown out suddenly.

"What a domineering power!" Su Changqing was surprised in his heart.

Nangong Ji looked so weak before, and even had a little feminine aura between the knives, so now the fists alone were enough for him to deal with.

Could it be that martial arts are masterful?!

If so, it must be a very strong martial art, but there are no rumors on the rivers and lakes.

Although the rivers and lakes are very shy of Nangong Ji, they should not even hide his powerful moves.

The sound of wind and snow in his ears was like the roar of a fierce beast, although Su Changqing dodged the domineering punches, but it was also uncomfortable under the fist wind, and even drove the previous wound, and the pain became more and more inside the body.

He covered his chest and watched Nangong Ji, not the sick and weak appearance of Lao Long.

The originally gray hair turned out to be black, and he looked in the prime of life, which was also outstanding.

Nangong Ji, whose whole body has expanded more than three times, smiled bitterly: "I used to be known as a Hundred Flowers Knifeman, a Hundred Flowers Knife can replay the flowers of time, a hundred flowers bloom with a knife, and flowers are used as knives, and there are killing machines everywhere, but I am a Buddhist." This set of boxing techniques can awaken the qi and blood in my body, full of power, making the body extremely hard, but the power to break the mountains and rivers, I didn't expect to use it to fight with your master thirty years ago, and today it is your turn again. ”

Thirty years ago, the scene of Ershan Mountain was vividly in his mind, like an oil painting unfolding in his mind.

Su Changqing, who couldn't help but be shocked, didn't have time to speak, his body flew out again, the sword soul hovering in the air slowly subsided, and the frost sword was held in his hand to urge the internal force to gradually stabilize his figure.

A blood-red flush ran through the corners of his eyes, moistening his cheeks.

The bones creaked, but fortunately he hadn't lost consciousness yet.

The injuries that had been suffered in the sword mound came back again at this moment, superimposed on each other, and the pain made the corners of Su Changqing's mouth constantly touch up and down and separate.

A huge circular air wave slammed Su Changqing down from the sky above Cangshan.

Su Changqing screamed in pain, his body fell rapidly, the stones on the top of Cangshan Mountain shattered violently, and a big pit was formed within 100 meters, Su Changqing vomited blood wildly and lay inside.

"You lost, but in ten years, there will be no one in the world who is your opponent, I was too ruthless, don't blame it. Nangong Ji shook her head helplessly, and then looked at the old man in the deep pit, and a handful of tears almost came out of her eyes.

Thirty years ago, he used this set of Buddhism's "Wuji Fist" to fight against Sikong disciples, and he failed miserably!

Thirty years later, he had no choice but to use this set of punches to let himself win once, ashamed!

He looked at the blood stains in the pit, and Su Changqing, who looked tattered, was stunned.

Just as he was about to go down to heal the old man's disciples, Su Changqing's body burst out with a blue light.

"Senior, I haven't lost yet!" Su Changqing stood up tremblingly, and spat out blood again, mixed with dirt.

Nangong Ji immediately waved his sleeves: "Don't be reckless, it's the old man who is ashamed of you." ”

"No, I haven't lost yet!" Su Changqing shouted with the last of his strength.

"Your body can't support it anymore, and now you have to heal!" Nangong Ji said.

"Senior, I don't blame you for fighting with all your might, thank you, you can let me fight heartily, there are not many masters like you, let me fight until I don't have consciousness, and besides, I'm not as weak as you imagined!"

At the foot of the warehouse, Mu Ningxue tightened her lips, her eyes were full of worry, and the loud sound just now made her stupid and uneasy heart tense.

With that loud bang, she seemed to see her loved one's body slam down on the top of the mountain, and then a cloud of dust filled the entire mountaintop.

"Why? Why do you have to work so hard, you must not have an accident!" Mu Ningxue shouted at the top of the mountain.

She was even more anxious than Su Changqing, but she couldn't go over at this time, because the man had said at night that she couldn't go over!

Su Changqing condensed the sword soul again: "When Jiang Ci was defeated by my double sword, he used these two tricks. ”

Nangong Ji smiled presumptuously: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you still have reservations, a good world Mosu Sword Immortal, a good world Mosu Sword Immortal!"

Su Changqing's surging sword soul was like an ancient aura, and the whole mountain was almost trembling, it was a gaze from the ancients, and at this moment, he was a well-deserved master.

Reign over the world, look at everything!

Nangong Ji's body suddenly swelled a few more points, her golden limbs became thicker and thicker, and her bulging veins almost exploded.

"It seems that today, I have to go all out to win! Your opponent has brought me back to the era of competition with your master! I am willing to fight!"

"Good!" Su Changqing's hair was scattered, and his unstoppable appearance was indescribably handsome, but his ragged clothes were unique.

"I have a sword that can break through mountains and rivers, and I have a sword that can break through thousands of miles of frost and cold!"

The two swords slashed out, and the desolate aura shook the entire Cangshan.

Although it doesn't really have the power of "ten thousand miles" like the original Sword Shrine Space, it is enough to break mountains and rivers.

"I have a knife, a hundred flowers eternal!"

This knife is different from before, this time a hundred flowers do not bloom, and a hundred flowers are gone.

But the phantom of the knife expanded, and instantly enveloped the top of the mountain, and the shadows of countless stamens came out, and the light shone brightly, infinitely.

Even Nangong Ji himself was shocked, he had never used a knife in the case of using the increase of the Buddhist fist before, but when he used it today, he found that it was so powerful.

Countless stamens collided with Su Changqing's sword, and a violent light struck instantly.

A rumbling sound sounded at the top of the mountain.

The clouds in the sky were dense, and the darkness was overwhelming.

Nangong Ji was surprised to find that this knife was enough to make him proud, but he couldn't help Su Changqing.

He believed that even Sikong Tu couldn't take this knife thirty years ago, but it was so bullish that the knife that shook Cangshan was destroyed by Su Changqing's even more shocking sword.

Huge frustration.

In a moment, Su Changqing's frost sword violently swirled around Su Changqing in the air, his old injuries had already been touched, and the taste of ten thousand ants devouring his heart became stronger.

He struggled to hold on, and he kept shouting in his heart: We must win! We must win! The man at the bottom of the mountain is still waiting! I will win for her!

The sword light spread wantonly on the mountain.

Nangong Ji's body was eroded by the sword soul and vomited blood violently.

He can't lose! Thirty years ago he lost to him! He can't lose to his apprentice today!

The beautiful scenery of the flowers blooming is not appreciated, and the gorgeous flowers carry the aura of the sky, even if a person from the realm is here, he has to fall on the spot.

The cold light in the sky was like infinite condensation of frost, and the cold air was pervasive, and the whole mountain shook again.

Su Changqing finally closed his eyes: "A sword frost cold!"

The frost sword burst out with a ray of light again, Nangong Ji couldn't support it anymore, the whole person fainted, and his body without resistance flew out like a feather, Cangshan was very high, but his body landed very slowly.

Slowly regaining his original size, his body fell from Kurayama.

Su Changqing won! The whole mountain stopped trembling, and the chill was monstrous.

Su Changqing followed the man's body, jumped up, and jumped down.

Because she's waiting!