Qingchen shouted angrily, his whole body was boiling, the Qingmeng Divine Sword in his hand was waved, a giant sword that reached the sky was brilliant, the sword intent swept away the void, and the sword path was full of Zhou Tian. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Qiang!" The two innate divine swords intersected, and when the gold and iron struck each other, the sword intent was overflowing, the sword qi was tyrannical, and the huge sound wave swept away the clear wind and auspicious clouds around him.

"A little skillful!" The leading Qilin clan Daoist looked at Qingchen and was able to take over his sword with the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit Xiaocheng Xiu, although it was because of the high quality of the Qingmeng Divine Sword, but it was obviously a good way of swords.

"Take me another sword!" As soon as the words fell, the divine sword in the hand of the leading Qilin moved again, and a blazing flame came out from the sword, and the sky seemed to be ignited, and the fire was red, steaming the water vapor of the heaven and the earth, and tens of thousands of flame sword qi gushed out, densely covering the entire sky.

The sword weapon in his hand moved again, and the flame sword qi pierced the sky with a powerful momentum like a meteorite fire rain, and the sharp and scorching sword qi rushed towards Qingchen on the opposite side.

The eyeholes shrunk, Qingchen turned his hand, hung the Qingmeng Sword upside down in the air, pushed it horizontally with both hands, and the Qingmeng Sword suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and a cyan sword light appeared, spreading across the sky, exuding a chill that penetrated the soul, but it was Qingchen who comprehended the supreme swordsmanship to the stage of sword light differentiation, and the sword light filled the sky with a wave of his hand, taking a step further in the middle sword path.

Pushing forward with both hands, ten thousand swords pierced through the air, the bone-chilling cold seemed to freeze the sky apart, the sword light staggered, the sword intent clashed, the bone-chilling and blazing flames collided, making a sizzling sound, the whole sky was shining with fire, and the cold light was bright, as if it had become a bipolar world of ice and fire.

Qingchen's face turned red, and he forcibly swallowed the crimson in his mouth, his face was indifferent, he stood with his sword in his hand, and looked coldly at the incomparable Taoist opposite.

"Yes, you are entitled to know my name, remember, my name is Mocheng! But it is because of this that I want to kill you, because you have insulted the sword in your hand. ”

The Qilin Leader Mo Cheng first glanced at Qingchen who was standing indifferently with an appreciative expression, and then his face changed, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, even worse than before.

"Qilin True Flame, Chixiao Divine Sword!"

The divine sword in his hand danced, a sword pierced the sky, the wind and clouds gathered, the aura boiled, a flame divine sword appeared in Mo Cheng's hand, the surrounding sky seemed to melt and dissipate in the next moment under the burning flames, Mo Cheng was full of fire, mana burned, and the divine power was mighty.

With a sword swing, a vast sword intent that burned everything rushed straight towards Qingchen, and where it passed, a vacuum area was formed.

Qingyi was agitated by no wind, Qingchen's face was serious, staring at the panicked sword intent rushing towards him, the Qingmeng sword crossed the sky, the sword intent of water moved from Qingchen's body, and the three tricks of water operated, causing the void to fluctuate, and there were ripples, and a thousand zhang sword river fell from the nine heavens, the silver light was shining, the waves were magnificent, like the thunder of the nine heavens was angry, roaring angrily, and rushing towards the ink city.

"Boom..."

The surging sword river collided with the burning flame divine sword, the Qingmeng divine sword and the Chixiao divine sword went toe-to-toe, "Click!" The sky shattered, the Dao space crack flashed, and the sword intent condensed like a substance, and then shattered.

"Rub and go... Poof!"

Qingchen retreated again and again in the air, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out of his mouth, his face was pale, looking at Mo Cheng, who only shook his body and took half a step back, he smiled bitterly, and then a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, and his battle intent rushed into the sky.

The Qingmeng Divine Sword in his hand waved, and a void and cold sword intent floated, when Qingchen was promoted from the Qingmeng Divine Sword to the top-grade innate spirit treasure, the sword intent that he comprehended from the Heavenly Void Qingyuan Stone appeared, and the void stopped flowing.

A mysterious sword trick was played, five giant swords of different colors stood in the air, five colorful sword lights rushed to the sky, intertwined and entangled, the sword intent from the void to the yin was integrated into the giant sword, both hands were put forward, the five giant swords were one, and a giant sword covering the sky and the sun was across the heavens and the earth, and the sword intent froze everything, shattered the void, and slashed towards Mocheng.

Facing Qingchen's powerful sword, Mo Cheng's face was heavy, the Chixiao Divine Sword was horizontal in front of his chest, and a thick evil aura came out,

"Burning the Sky Jedi, Red Sky Strike!"

Ten thousand flames swirled, the void trembled, and a flame divine sword that also spanned heaven and earth appeared, covering the sky and the earth, and the colorful divine sword slammed together, the void collapsed, and more dense void cracks appeared, the whole sky was like a huge broken glass, the surrounding mountains and rocks were cracked, magma surged, and a large area of desolate ancient trees flew sideways...

"Ahh

Although Qingchen is extraordinary, but after all, the difference in cultivation is too great, stalemate for a moment, the colorful giant sword is broken, although the power of the flame sword is consumed by the colorful sword, but the power is still not to be underestimated, Qingchen was seriously injured by the sword, the green shirt was broken, the body was burned in a large area, the blood flowed, and his face was pale and weak, but he still supported his body, wiped off the blood stains on his mouth, and stood with his sword, his body was proud.

Mo Cheng looked at Qingchen, a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and said: "Qingchen hand over the Spirit Treasure Divine Sword that you took from your clan, I can spare you from death!"

Qingchen coldly glanced at the Qilin clan who had survived his attack on the other side, gloating with a grim face, raised the Qingmeng Divine Sword and aimed it at Mocheng, silently, his back straightened.

"Find you, I will fulfill you!" Mo Cheng looked at Qingchen who was unremarkable, and was furious in his heart, thinking that he was also one of the leading figures in the younger generation of the Qilin clan, the leader of the same generation of the three clans, and now he was persuaded with good words, but he was rejected, how could he bear it.

As soon as the Chixiao Divine Sword moved, a red light appeared in the sky, and in an instant, a giant sword that burned heaven and earth covered Qingchen.

Qingmeng Shenjian felt Qingchen's crisis, a buzz, shaking, Qingchen looked at the giant sword that was getting closer and closer to him, felt a strong intent to die, subconsciously suppressed the fear in his heart, forced himself to dispel the idea of using the Creation Qinglian, and secretly warned himself that he must not give up until the last moment.

This is a sword competition, a duel of swordsmen, even if your own cultivation is insufficient, you must persevere, otherwise in the future, your Dao heart will inevitably be dusty, your sword heart will be broken, your cultivation will stagnate, and there will be no chance of breakthrough.

At the moment of life and death, Qingchen's mood was unusually calm, he closed his eyes and quietly realized, looking back on his ups and downs all the way, from the unexpected arrival of the flood wilderness, to the great battle of Ao Win, the occasional encounter with the ancestor of the eyebrows, the battle of the Qilin clan Mo Lin, and the arrival was not thoughtful...

Gradually, Qingchen fell into deep thought, what did I do when I came to the flood wilderness?...?

No, I am the one who holds the three-foot green edge, proves his own kendo, breaks through the world, and ascends to the supreme sword. Those who mess with my heart, I cut them with a sword, those who block my way, I destroy them with a sword, three thousand troubles, a hundred deaths without regrets, infatuation without change, morning news, death at night is enough.

As Qingchen realized in his heart, the Qingmeng Divine Sword beside him burst out with unprecedented brilliance, Qingchen's eyes opened, and an indescribable Dao intent manifested from him.

The sword intent that enveloped Qingchen shattered, and the Qingmeng Divine Sword jumped in mid-air, emitting bursts of joy and continuous sword roars.