"Boundless Sword" is the martial arts of the town of Wuliang Mountain, this swordsmanship, a total of thirteen styles, therefore, is also called the Boundless Thirteen Sword. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those who are not gifted and intelligent cannot learn, and those who are not the core disciples of Wuliang Mountain are not allowed to cultivate.

In other words, the people who can practice this "Immeasurable Divine Sword" are either gifted and intelligent, or they have a great connection in the Immeasurable Mountain.

Mo Changsheng was only twenty years old, and he was qualified to practice the "Infinite Divine Sword", and he was able to make this sword technique supernatural, no matter in any aspect, it showed his status in the Infinite Mountain.

As soon as he made a move, even Na Ding Lian was amazed: "The "Infinite Divine Sword" emphasizes the power of thunder, and it will kill with one blow, but I didn't expect that Senior Brother Mo has already practiced the first seven styles of "Infinite Divine Sword" to the transformation realm, and he is worthy of the name of the Heavenly Sword Prince." ”

"Heavenly Sword Childe Shenwei, he will definitely be able to kill this villain!"

"Kill him!"

"Eliminate harm for martial arts!"

The eyes of the crowd lit up and they applauded.

"It's a good time!" Luo Qing shouted, only to see that the thief who stole the chicken did not retreat but advanced, taking a stride, deceiving himself and approaching, as if he wanted to use his own flesh and blood to resist the pure gold iron bone fan in the hands of the Heavenly Sword Prince.

"It's stupid!" Mo Changsheng, the prince of the Heavenly Sword, sneered in his heart, he had already seen that Luo Qing's physical body was strong, but he didn't think that he could block his iron bone fan with his physical body, you must know that his iron bone fan was cast by a hundred refining gold, and it was not a problem to open the mountain and crack the stone, how could the physical body resist it, not to mention, now that he has been able to release his true qi, this is a symbol of the first-class master of the rivers and lakes.

Taking a step back, even if Luo Qing can block the external damage with his physical body, his true qi is rampant, enough to destroy all the meridians in Luo Qing's body, when the time comes, Luo Qing will be like a wasted person, he will kill if he wants to kill, and he will be humiliated as much as he wants.

For those who practice martial arts, the whole body meridians are broken, which is tantamount to life is worse than death. It's more exciting than killing him outright.

"Oh, when the time comes, if I show more generosity and spare his life, will my name as the Heavenly Sword Boy be more resounding in the rivers and lakes?"

Mo Changsheng licked his red lips lightly, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Luo Qing naturally didn't know the vicious thoughts in Mo Changsheng's heart, but, with his intuition, he could feel that among the group of people in front of him, only Mo Changsheng, the son of the Heavenly Sword, and Ding Lian, the daughter of the sect master, were the most threatening, and among them, this Mo Changsheng was the most threatening.

The fighting experience is not as good as the other party, and the true qi is not as strong as the other party, the only thing Luo Qing can compete with is by relying on his own body and strength.

Of course, the last killer move is the mysterious mustard seed bag. As long as you resist a blow and get closer, you will summon the 'Qingfeng' fairy sword, and you will be killed with one blow!

After killing Mo Changsheng by himself, with the 'Qingfeng' Immortal Sword in his hand, it is expected that the rest of the people will not be able to do anything to themselves.

Therefore, from the very beginning, he was ready to provoke Mo Changsheng.

Now's the opportunity!

Luo Qing and Mo Changsheng were about to fight together in the blink of an eye, and they were secretly calculating each other in their hearts.

Mo Changsheng made a sharp move, and the true qi was infused into the iron bone fan, and a glimmer of light pierced out, and it had already swept Luo Qing's shoulder. However, before this heavy blow could be realized, out of an instinctive instinct for danger, a bad thought was formed in his mind, and immediately, the 'immortal guidance' that used half of it had already been retracted, and the pure gold iron bone fan suddenly retreated to block his abdomen.

In the eyes of everyone, the yellow-faced little boy faced Mo Changsheng's sharp blow, his body was slightly deviated, and his left hand clenched into a fist, as if he wanted to resist, but he couldn't dodge it, and could only passively bear it. Luo Qing's body shook, and his yellow face seemed to turn pale.

After Mo Changsheng saw that the yellow-faced child was hit by himself, although he was in pain, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and then his right hand quickly flashed out like lightning, and he took out a long sword from his waist.

Then, the long sword with a hint of cold air slashed at his waist and abdomen.

There was a crisp sound of "stabbing", and after the long sword cut off the pure gold iron bone fan, the castration was still unabated, and it still hit Mo Changsheng's abdomen fiercely, knocking Mo Changsheng away.

Mo Changsheng turned over in the air and landed firmly on the ground, but after he stood up, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Of course, Luo Qingsheng took Mo Changsheng's blow, and it was not very comfortable, half of his body was numb, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. True Qi penetrated through his shoulder blades and rampage, making the qi and blood in his body continue to roll, Luo Qing hurriedly used his whole body's True Qi to resist, wanting to drive away this true qi, but, at this time, the three pages of gold paper that were originally dormant in his dantian suddenly moved. The three pages of golden paper rushed out with the golden droplets, swallowing the foreign true qi at once, and after trembling slightly, they returned to Luo Qing's dantian.

Luo Qing was surprised in his heart, and tried to move his left shoulder, but it was not damaged at all except for pain.

Between the two of them, there was a flash of light, although it was complicated, but it was only in the blink of an eye.

The person who was still cheering before, shouting that the Heavenly Sword Master would win and Luo Qing would die, suddenly stopped abruptly like a duck being choked by the neck.

Luo Qing suffered a lot of internal injuries, and everyone could naturally see it, but, on the other hand, Mo Changsheng, the son of the Heavenly Sword, didn't seem to be much better, and then looked at the faint bloodstains and torn clothes on his body, which was much more embarrassed than Luo Qing.

The yellow-faced thief in front of him is too powerful, and what a famous Heavenly Sword Boy is, he was even injured in his hand.

Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back.

However, some people also set their eyes on the long sword in Luo Qing's hand. Although I don't know where this thief got the long sword, it is undeniable that this is definitely a magic weapon.

You must know what kind of person the Heavenly Sword Master is, the pure gold iron bone fan in his hand must not be a mortal thing, he can cut off a sword, and he can also cut through the inner armor of the body, which shows the power of the long sword, if he can get it...

Mo Changsheng's clothes were torn at the moment, the iron fan was broken, and he spat blood from his mouth, and he had long since lost his previous chic bearing. He stared at the 'Qingfeng' in Luo Qing's hand with a grim face, and there was a trace of greed in his eyes: "Okay, good, you're very good, no one has been able to hurt me for a long time, even if you have a divine weapon in your hand, you must die today!"

"I'm not good, not at all! But you're good, you're very strong. Luo Qing shook his head and said with a serious face: "If I were good, you would have been a dead man a long time ago!"

Luo Qing's words are not compliments, but serious, his strength is not half a star behind Mo Changsheng, just take the sword just now, if Luo Qing can be more calm and accurate, Mo Changsheng is already a dead man at this moment.

And Mo Changsheng's fighting experience is obviously much higher than Luo Qing, if it weren't for the extremely sharp 'Qingfeng' fairy sword, Luo Qing's blow just now could only repel it, and it wouldn't hurt him at all.

Luo Qing deeply understands that this is the gap in strength.

Don't look at Mo Changsheng's embarrassment on the surface, but he was only slightly injured, and he missed a blow, and it was impossible to have such a chance again.

"This thief has been seriously injured, and it is the end of the crossbow at this moment, everyone will go up together, kill this fang, and eliminate the harm for the martial arts!" Mo Changsheng's scholar saw that Luo Qing was retreating again, and immediately shouted, instigating everyone to do it.

"This wicked thief insults me immeasurably and deserves death!"

Ding Lian had a long silver whip in his hand, and he was about to come down.

"Such a thief, everyone will be punished, if everyone kills this thief, my Heavenly Sword Gongzi will owe everyone a favor, he will ask me every day, and he will repay him!"

Heavenly Sword Gongzi Mo Changsheng took the long sword in the scholar's hand and shouted loudly, "Infinite Divine Sword" made a brazen shot.

At this time, Mo Changsheng could be regarded as recovering his name as the Heavenly Sword Prince, with a long sword in his hand, the sword light was swallowed, and the half-foot green light flickered, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen thin wounds were cut on Luo Qing's body.

"What can you do with a divine soldier in hand?"

"Kill him!"

"There are so many of us, and we can't kill a yellow-faced child, and if we spread it, it's not a bad reputation!"

Seeing this, everyone broke out in greed, and they copied the guys one after another, some threw hidden weapons, and some held swords and soldiers, and they rushed up, wanting to rob the divine soldiers, and as a result, Luo Qing's life.

For a time, Luo Qing was surrounded by everyone, and he was in danger.

"The tiger is not powerful, are you a sick cat when you are a young master?"

In the crisis of life and death, Luo Qing was furious, regardless of his injury, he used the magic weapon in his hand, cut people when he saw them, and specially picked those who fought in close quarters and had low skills.

But in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

At this time, the people who can still stand to besiege Luo Qing, except for Mo Changsheng and Ding Lian and the other four, are some real good hands.

Originally, everyone still wanted to besiege and kill Luo Qing, but what they didn't think about was that this hateful thief was not only strong, but also a slippery head, if a good hand attacked and killed, he would fight and retreat, if he fought in close quarters, relying on his physical strength, he would swing his sword and slash, and even use everyone's body to block hidden weapons.

This is a bitter pain for those who are held hostage, and if they are not careful, they will become the target of everyone's flesh and die.

The inn is in the south of the city, and the water and land conference is about to start, and there are many army masters stationed in the city, but, however, the martial arts vendetta has always been cruel and ruthless, as long as it is not a large-scale massacre, the court will only turn a blind eye and will not interfere.

Therefore, Luo Qing was not hindered, fighting all the way, covered in blood, and not long after, he was chased by everyone to a cliff.

Luo Qing raised his eyes and looked, this cliff is a hundred zhang high, not to mention a hundred zhang high, and now he is seriously injured, full of wounds, and there are masters chasing and killing, he can't help but secretly say: "It seems that the master is going to die here today!"