Qinghe's sword can only be described in one word, it is fast, extremely fast, and even difficult to grasp with the naked eye, it is too late for him to withdraw the knife and return to defense, so he can only try his best to open his body sideways.

"Poof", the cold cold air stimulated Zhang Zheng's skin, and the cold sword slashed across his chest.

Zhang Zheng's heart was beating wildly, and he fell with a backhand, blocking the iron sword, and the powerful power was poured into the weapon, and he took three steps back in a row before stopping and stabilizing his figure.

"What a powerful sword. He glanced down, and the Flying Fish suit on his chest was torn open a foot-long crack, and the blade only needed to advance a little before it could slash into his body.

Zhang Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at Qinghe.

He didn't expect that Qinghe's swordsmanship was not only extremely fast, but also fierce and unforged. He took the sword hard, and the martial arts arena under his feet was shaken out by the unloaded force.

"Boy, I'm going to get serious. Qinghe spoke coldly, and in the next second, he raised his sword, and the iron sword in his hand stabbed directly, silently, but there was a terrifying killing intention.

This sword is unpretentious, the sword is straight, and it cuts through the air.

Zhang Zheng's eyebrows jumped, the cold hairs on his body trembled, and an inexplicable momentum shrouded him.

"Snort", he hurriedly collected his mind, and the Mo knife held in his right hand rolled up the whistling wind, and stabbed towards Qinghe impartially.

His knife was five feet long, far longer than the iron sword in Qinghe's hand, and when the two stabbed each other, it must have been his knife that stabbed into Qinghe's body first.

This kind of fierce and fearless fighting style really made Qinghe feel tricky, the sword was halfway, the tip of the sword and the blade touched lightly, Qinghe appeared beside him ghostly, the iron sword stabbed out again, and a little cold light pointed straight at the door.

"Bell", the sharp iron sword was blocked by the wide blade, the Qinghe sword momentum was launched, and countless cold rays shrouded the three feet around his body, like the water of a big river, gushing endlessly.

Zhang Zheng was forced to retreat one after another, his sword technique was mainly offensive and killing, light defense, and he encountered Qinghe, the sword immortal, the sword of attack, one ring after another, without giving him a chance to breathe.

"Bell"

The wind and clouds were raging, and the sound of violent collisions echoed above the top of the mountain, and in the end he simply abandoned his defense.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it

The best defense is offense

If he blindly defends passively, Zhang Zheng won't be able to last long, so it's better to fight fast and kill to stop killing.

"Bang dang", he raised his knife to tear the sword light in front of him, bullied up, and slashed horizontally with the steel knife, forcing Qinghe to retreat.

Next, he stabbed one knife at a time, which was completely a deadly style of play, and in just twenty moves, he regained his previous disadvantage.

Seeing that the sword momentum was blocked, Qinghe still had no sorrow or joy, and the iron sword in his hand reversed, bringing up a trace of sword wind.

After 20 years of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, he has already developed the habit of paying full attention when fighting, not to mention that Zhang Zheng is still a top martial artist, and he cannot be underestimated.

The two of them made seventy or eighty moves again, and they fought for almost a quarter of an hour, even though his body was strong, he was faintly a little unbearable.

"Good boy, I'm going to make a trick next, if you stop it, I'll let you go to the library. ”

Qinghe said lightly, and then the sword momentum in his hand changed suddenly, the violent sword wind dissipated, and a fierce iron sword suddenly became soft, and it seemed that there was no strength at all.

Zhang Zheng didn't dare to be careless, but even more energetically, he knew that Qinghe's sword was not weakened, but all the edges were hidden, this was the most terrifying, when the edge was revealed again, it would definitely burst out with hideous power.

"Taiji Sword" Qinghe snorted softly, and the iron sword in his hand turned into a hundred and ten sword lights in an instant, and what he was holding in his hand was no longer a sword, but a round of sword circles.

Seeing this move of pressing the bottom of the box with his own eyes, the disciples under the stone platform suddenly boiled.

"Hey, is this the Tai Chi Sword of our Wudang Sect? ”

"Just by looking at it, I felt my scalp tingle. ”

"Uncle Shi is really powerful, and he has even practiced the Tai Chi sword. ”

"This brocade guard is miserable. ”

There are also some people who are worried that once Zhang Zheng, the envoy of Jinyi Weibei Town, is injured on Wudang Mountain, will it attract retaliation from Jinyiwei. It's just that at this time, even if they are worried in their hearts, they have no choice but to hope that their uncle will show mercy.

On the other side, the expression on the face of Qingquan, the head of Qingquan, changed and his heart was bitter.

Tai Chi Sword is the Wudang School's Zhen School swordsmanship, which has been lost for two generations, and he has not been able to practice it, and he never thought that his junior brother would succeed in cultivating without saying a word.

As the head of Wudang, although he is willing to succumb to the Qinghe, he also has his own arrogance.

Just watched the battle of the two people on the stage, he couldn't raise the slightest fighting spirit, and he was more than a monster.

......

......

In the middle of the field, Qinghe's palm slowly stretched out, pushing the Taiji Sword towards him, the air did not fluctuate at all, and the strength converged to the extreme.

"I have a sword, and I ask the sword fairy to appreciate it. ”

Zhang Zheng opened his mouth to speak, and then inserted the knife in his hand back into the sheath, and everyone below was puzzled, speculating whether he planned to give up resistance, only Qinghe's face flashed a trace of understanding.

He held the scabbard in his left hand, rested his right hand on the hilt, and clasped the blade with his thumb, and his body never wavered, like a stone sculpture.

"Iai Slash"

"Bang Dang"

A high-pitched and crisp sound suddenly sounded, and I don't know when, the knife in Zhang Zheng's hand was unsheathed again, and the pitch-black blade slashed out from the bottom to the top, because the speed was too fast, and even left only a faint black line in the air.

Everyone felt a faint edge skimming over their faces, and one by one the Wudang disciples looked at Zhang Zheng with shocked eyes.

The blade slashed straight into the Taiji sword circle, and the hundred and ten sword shadows were torn apart in the blink of an eye, and the slender blade collided with the only sword body, emitting a piercing roar.

The Tai Chi sword was broken

Qinghe's complexion changed greatly, the iron sword in his hand trembled, and the sword shadow once again appeared, canceling out the sword strength of Zhang Zhengju's slash.

With a single blow and retreat, the two of them each put away their weapons and stood on both sides of the stone platform.

The shock in Qinghe's eyes dissipated, and he said with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Good boy, your knife is really terrible, and it almost caught your way." ”

Zhang Zheng smiled bitterly, the two seemed to be tied, but in fact he lost, on his forehead, a wound that was so subtle that it was not easy to detect was soaked in blood, which was cut by the sword wind.

However, in this battle, both sides did not show the last ability, although Qinghe is strong, but if it is a battle of life and death, even if he is defeated, he can die together.

He didn't feel malice from Qinghe's body, so naturally there was no need to fight again.

Zhang Zheng clenched his fists and said: "The predecessor of the Sword Immortal, it really deserves its reputation, and the younger generation has been taught." ”

This battle inspired him a lot, but it was a pity that he didn't use the sword, otherwise the realm of swordsmanship would definitely advance.

On the rivers and lakes, there are very few people who can make Wudang Sword Immortal make a move.

Qinghe waved his hand, so that he didn't have to be hypocritical, most of the people in the martial arts are bold people, since Zhang Zheng met Qinghe's requirements and broke his Taiji sword, he couldn't break his word.

Qinghe drank back the surrounding disciples, and then led Zhang Zheng towards the library at the back of the main hall.

He has almost no respect for Zhang Zheng's mustard now, and his words and eyes are even more appreciative.

On the way, Qinghe suddenly asked curiously: "Boy, I see that your last knife is a Japanese knife technique, and between your knife movements, you open and close, quite a bit of Japanese knife method, to be honest, what is the relationship between you and the old man of the Qi family?"

The old man of the Qi family in his mouth is naturally the descendant of Qi Jiguang, Qinghe is crisscrossing the martial arts, and he will definitely not know the Qi family knife, when he fought just now, he vaguely had this thought.

Although Zhang Zheng's knife technique is almost self-contained, when he comes out of the knife, he still unconsciously uses the method of the Qi family's knife, which ordinary people will definitely not see, but he can't hide it from a master of Qinghe's level.

He thought for a while before returning slowly: "If that's right, the old man Qi in your mouth should be my master." ”

He is Lu Wanyue's man, and naturally he is also the old man's apprentice, so it is not wrong.