Jiang Fenghan stood in the attic, looking at Duan Jiulang's blow, his expression was slightly different. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a top genius in the younger generation, Duan Jiulang can see the extraordinary as soon as he makes a move.

A sheathed sword was actually wrapped in a landslide and tsunami-like power and smashed down, just the first time he struck, he already had a faint feeling of transcending the cultivation of the realm of refining gods.

Song Qiu would definitely not be able to block such a blow.

This is the thought that shook in Jiang Fenghan's heart.

In fact, Song Qiu did not block this blow hard.

His figure flew away, trying to dodge Duan Jiulang's attack range.

But Song Qiu changed three body styles one after another, and he did not escape Duan Jiulang's locked area.

The snowflakes on Song Qiu's shoulders that had not yet fallen were flying all over the sky, and some of them turned into dark snow water, seeping into his hair and clothes, looking like they were sweating with beads of sweat.

Those sweat-like snow water hung on Song Qiu's forehead and face, reflecting a simple light in the sunlight.

The whip in Song Qiu's hand stabbed out from a strange and strange angle, like a sword, stabbing at Duan Jiulang, and like a pair of sharp chopsticks, gently piercing the thin skin of the soup packet, and the soup wrapped in the thin skin vented out with this gentle stab, leaking a full plate and a full bowl.

The sword with the scabbard was picked apart by Song Qiu's thorn.

The momentum of the landslide and tsunami was cathartic with Song Qiu's stab.

Duan Jiulang landed on the ground, with a bang, as if the ground trembled with this fall.

Jiang Fenghan stared at the place where Duan Shijiulang landed with a serious expression, and Song Qiu's eyes also looked at Duan Shijiulang solemnly.

If it was in that big world outside, of course it would be impossible for the ground to shake and tremble because of Duan Jiulang's landing alone, but in the small world, such a thing was not impossible. When this scene happened, it meant that after a few days of adjustment, Duan Jiulang had become one with this small world.

Originally, Song Qiu's cultivation was already far inferior to Duan Jiulang, but now Duan Jiulang was integrated with heaven and earth, except for despair, maybe there was no other word to describe it.

Jiang Fenghan's hand clenched the railing tightly, Duan Jiulang's cautiousness and seriousness had exceeded everyone's imagination, and the outside world thought that Song Qiu was very likely to be a deserter and would not go to the appointment, but even so, Duan Jiulang still used the most serious attitude to make the most rigorous preparations.

It turned out that Duan Jiulang's preparation was not useless, and God had some preference for these diligent and serious people after all.

Duan Jiulang was as cautious and down-to-earth as rumored.

Jiang Fenghan sighed in his heart.

Duan Jiulang's expression was calm and indifferent, and he didn't seem to be aware of Jiang Fenghan and Song Qiu's gaze at all.

People in the world are admiring their own talent, their own cultivation speed, and praising themselves as an out-and-out genius, but only Duan Jiulang knows that in fact, what kind of talent does he have? If he hadn't been working so hard and being cautious and serious about everything, where would Duan Jiulang, the son of a farmer in the mountains, have today's achievements?

Because he is not a genius, he must be rigorous and serious about everything, as well as extremely hard-working.

This is the thought from the bottom of Duan Jiulang's heart.

The lion fights the rabbit, and he still does his best, not to mention that Song Qiu is not a rabbit.

Countless winds shook off countless maple leaves.

The maple leaves filled the sky, obscuring Song Qiu's eyes.

Those red leaves were like patches of blood, staining the blue sky.

Accompanied by the leaves, or hidden among the flying maple leaves, is the sound of the wind whistling.

The sound seemed to come from ancient times, distant and sharp, and some of it resembled the chaotic tones of a naughty boy playing a bamboo flute.

Song Qiu frowned, listening to the voice in his ears, a little irritable.

Jiang Fenghan frowned, listening to the sound under the attic, a little stunned.

Immediately afterwards, something happened that made Jiang Fenghan even more surprised.

The sword in Duan Jiulang's hand swung out, and the sword body and scabbard made a clanging sound in the wind, and the sound became more and more rapid, and it gradually turned into a human tune.

The tune was like the ancient Chu Song in the south, and the sound of Xiao Xiao wind wrapped up in Song Qiu from all directions.

Embattled, the wind is sluggish.

Jiang Fenghan looked at the Qiulin Pavilion with some admiration, he didn't expect to see these two tricks here.

These two tricks are the unique mastery of the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain.

The so-called unique mastery is probably extremely demanding, otherwise it is difficult to call it a peerless school, Jiang Fenghan did not expect Duan Jiulang to be able to use such two tricks just in the realm of refining gods.

He looked at the red maple in the sky, and thought to himself that it was really brilliant, and it was really gorgeous enough.

He looked at Song Qiu again, and thought with some sadness, he probably couldn't win this time.

Song Qiu, who was in the middle of the battle, did not change his expression at all, he didn't know the origin of these two moves, so he seemed a little fearless.

Although fearless, he could also feel the sinister killing machines hidden in the songs and winds around him, and those killing machines were like traps set by hunters in the forest, camouflaged with loess and broken leaves, and if he was not careful, he would be swallowed by those traps, and his flesh and skin would not remain.

Song Qiu's mind was highly nervous, and the whip in his hand danced vigorously, carefully dealing with the killing moves that suddenly came from the song and the wind, and then suddenly left, he even gave birth to an illusion, feeling that he was like an acrobat stepping on a slender steel wire, and one negligence could fall off a cliff.

In this world, many people will play abnormally because of nervousness, but there are also many people who will play for a long time because of tight nerves. Song Qiu is the latter, and the nervous mood makes Song Qiu play better, better than all the previous exercises and actual battles.

The three-pointed and two-edged blade blade knife technique was used from Song Qiu's hand, as if it were ghostly, with a knife in the east and a slash in the west. These seemingly trivial and messy sword techniques once cut through the Qingcheng faction's mountain guarding array on Qingcheng Mountain, and now they are the same knife techniques, and those songs and winds are gradually overshadowed by Song Qiu's knife sound.

Jiang Fenghan had never seen Song Qiu's sword technique on Qingcheng Mountain, and when he saw it for the first time at this time, he was shocked and speechless when he looked at the songs and wind that gradually disappeared in the sound of knives.

He knew very well what this meant—it meant that the sword technique used by Song Qiu was far more profound and powerful than the peerless art that had been passed down for thousands of years and relied on the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain to become famous!

Jiang Fenghan carefully paid attention to those knife techniques that were like scales and claws, each knife seemed to be swayed casually and indiscriminately, thinking about it carefully, but he felt that no knife move was useless and inefficient.

Looking at Song Qiu, who was dancing with the knife, Jiang Fenghan suddenly felt absurdly that there was no one in the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, known as the "Ten Thousand Laws Heavenly Palace", that could suppress the sword technique in front of him.

But...... How is this possible?

Jiang Fenghan couldn't help but feel a little dazed.