The air on the long street became unusually tense again.

Liu Qing's left shoulder was slowly dripping blood, blood flowing down his arm, to his wrist, and then down his sleeve to the ground.

After all, it is also from the hands of mortals, no matter how strong the armor is, it is impossible to completely remove that power in the face of this sword outside the sky.

The giant blade reversed, and Li Juexian held the knife in his backhand, and the tip of the knife did not point to Liu Qing, but to his back.

The pitch-black giant blade was extremely clear, obviously it was only condensed by Gang Qi, but the body of the knife was carved with countless intricate and gorgeous talismans, obviously there was no scabbard, but he silently took a step forward, Chen waist turned sideways, and his five fingers fell on the bloodstained hilt, making a gesture of drawing the knife.

The mottled bloodstains did not belong to Liu Qing, nor did they belong to himself, as if the moment this long knife was formed, it was attached to the handle of this knife, and it could never be scrubbed off.

His movements stopped in a moment's posture before the knife was drawn, and there was absolute silence.

A light flashed in Liu Qing's eyes, and from the opponent's solemn attitude, he also felt the power of this knife and the fierce and resolute aura contained in it.

Thousands of years ago, when the way of the knife was at its peak, there was a kind of knife player, every time they drew the knife, they had to bathe and change their clothes, calm their mood, and hide all their anger in the depths of their hearts, only when they drew the knife, they could release it.

That kind of knife art is a dangerous devil, and according to legend, even the owner of the knife cannot control such a knife, and will be controlled by the murderous aura contained in the knife.

But Li Juexian has obviously surpassed this a long time ago.

There was not even a murderous aura in his knife, but an extremely strange sense of compassion, mixed with the fierce momentum of the knife, extremely weird.

Compared with Li Juexian's solemnity, Liu Qing showed a completely opposite momentum, which could not even be said to be momentum, because he was very relaxed, and there was even a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

He spread his legs apart, and gently moved his wrist that had been bruised earlier, and the real qi swirled in it, moistening the red and swollen flesh, and the pure Jun sword was loosely lifted in his hand, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

But Li Juexian didn't rush to make a move, he knew how dangerous the old man in front of him was, even if he had reached the Tianchong realm, he still didn't take advantage of it after fighting so many moves.

There was a faint pain in his right chest, and the sharp sword intent stayed in his flesh and blood, although he pressed down, it did not disappear.

His knife did not have a scabbard, but invisibly, he covered it with a sheath.

The scabbard is sometimes a restraint of the knife, but when the force of the knife is too strong to control, the position and angle of the scabbard can control the direction of the knife with the help of the scabbard.

The moment the knife breaks free from its sheath, it gains ghostly speed, and the explosion of power at that moment is like a river bursting its banks, and it is irresistible.

That's the essence of this knife.

But in the face of such a knife, Liu Qing was just laughing, he likes such a powerful opponent, he is a fanatical swordsman in his bones, and his favorite thing in his life is to hold a sword and fight with people, instead of raising flowers and birds, and pretending to be a senior in the rivers and lakes who has no quarrel with the world.

At this moment, he smelled the smell of blood coming from his body, and he was inexplicably excited, and his fingers were trembling.

"This knife is just like a little bit. ”

Hearing this, Li Juexian was unmoved, he knew the power of his sword, but he also knew that the other party was strong, very strong, but he didn't feel that it was his opponent.

Previously, he challenged Zhang Yuanzhi, the head of Wudang, although it was rumored that the two sides fought for more than an hour, regardless of victory or defeat, but he knew that in the end, he actually lost, not in other things, but in the realm.

Even if we go back now, the outcome is still unknown.

With a low shout, the pitch-black Gang Qi turned into dark clouds in the sky, covering the sky dozens of feet high, and from a distance, the black clouds overwhelmed the city!

Li Juexian's knife made a piercing long hissing sound against the scabbard, and he slashed out with all his might, the light was like a full moon, and the black giant blade was shrouded in a faint layer of Buddha light, and the tide of compassion gushed out, and the sword light was as thin as a line.

The knife was forced.

Because at the moment before the sword, the old man in front of him suddenly took out the sword.

It's not a complicated sword move, nor is it a straight and simple stab of the sword of the Killing Immortals.

I can't describe that sword in words, that sword is like a ghost, and it means to kill!

Like his sword, this one is designed to kill his opponents.

The sword was incomparable, and in just a moment, it was struck together with the earth-shattering sword, and such a violent heaven and earth vitality was mixed together, and the space within a radius of dozens of zhang was full of surging thunder and lightning.

In the black clouds rolling overhead, there were bursts of roars, as if the evil ghosts of hell were lurking, which made people feel uneasy.

Lao Huang frowned, although the Drunken Immortal Pavilion had collapsed for a small time, his eyes were still staring at the table, and the wine trembled incessantly, like the earth under his feet.

In his sea of consciousness, the place where the two men fought outside, was a rich light, as if the sun had exploded, making everything fearful.

At this time, he knew that although countless killing moves had been made, until this moment, the battle between the two had just begun.

The sword light and the sword light were intertwined, and in that place that was only a few zhang square, the two competed in skill, strength, cultivation, and patience, and everything else that could be used in battle.

Slowly, the thing in the black cloud roared to the ground, and then it was shattered by the sword light, and then fell again, not afraid of death.

Suddenly, the cold light froze, and the two separated again, whether it was the giant blade or the pure jun, both were dripping blood, no longer any ancient mottled bloodstains, it was fresh blood, the blood of the other party.

Even with the body that is known as King Kong's indestructible, Li Juexian's body still has countless wounds, whether they are deep or shallow, they are all shrouded in a dense sword qi.

This injury was very serious, especially the sword intent contained in those wounds that was temporarily pressed down by him with internal force, and if he was not careful, it broke out, which was enough to kill him.

In contrast, Liu Qing's body has much fewer wounds, but looking at the knife mark from the left shoulder to the lower abdomen, even if he has forcibly stopped the blood himself, the placket in front of him is still all stained red with blood, and it is still shocking to see in his eyes.

Liu Qing gasped heavily, coughed violently twice, leaving a trace of blood on his chin, at this moment, he finally felt his old age, and was a little envious of the other party's body that was older than him next year, but extremely young.

After a long and intense battle, he was still able to adjust his breathing without confusion, which he could have done when he was young, but not now.

He laughed twice and said, "Li Juexian, you are called this name now." ”

With a hint of memory in his words, Li Juexian knew that the other party was talking to delay time and recover his strength, but he nodded, because he also needed to recover.

If you continue to fight like this, even if you can win in the end, you will pay an unimaginable price.

"Why did a person like you become a monk in the first place?"

"Because I believe in Buddhism. ”

"Nobody believes in Buddhism from the beginning. ”

Li Juexian was a little silent, although he did not admit that he was the former White Lotus Monk, but it was undeniable that the memory of the previous White Lotus Monk was still there, and it was extremely clear, and those were all things that he had personally experienced.

"Maybe it's because I'm so hungry and there is food in the temple, but even now, I still believe in Buddhism. ”

Liu Qing smiled, he didn't just want to delay time, he really wanted to talk to the person in front of him, and he thought it was quite interesting.

He said softly: "What you believe in, it's not the Buddha in the temple, that Buddha has a golden body, or a clay sculpture, or is offered by ten thousand people, or is exposed to the rain and sun in the wilderness, but I think it should be all compassionate, but along the way, how can you kill thousands of lives, how can you be compassionate." ”

Li Juexian nodded and said, "It's true, but it's my compassion, because I'm the Buddha, the Buddha is me, and when I was a white lotus decades ago, this was doomed." ”