On the Lingwu platform, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the aura was intertwined, and after a while, the sword qi swept over the overwhelming talisman spiritual fire with the momentum of the wind and clouds, and the hundred spiritual fires burst in an instant, and the ashes were extinguished. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When a strong wind blew, on the Baizhang Lingwu Platform, the smoke disappeared, and the hard bluestone ground had already left countless sword marks in the sword qi that crisscrossed dozens of zhang.

A white-clothed man stood in the middle of the Lingwu platform, folding his hands on the long sword that was inserted into the ground, his face tired.

The sword in his hand was not a spirit treasure, it was just an ordinary iron sword, but it was such a mortal thing, just two draws of the sword, but the momentum was enough to be comparable to the heaven-level spirit treasure!

Close the sword and raise the mind for three hundred days, and once it came out of the sheath to kill the dragon.

Back then, the master asked him to close his sword and put it into the sheath to raise his sword intent, not without reason, but it was a pity that such a sword epiphany was only in a moment. Raising a sword for a thousand days, and finally getting the sword intent, such a understanding of the way of the sword, overnight, all of them are exhausted, I am afraid that it will not be easy to use this trick to make a hidden blade in the future!

However, the epiphany obtained from the unsheath of this sword will be of great benefit to Chu Tianqing's future practice, and the sentence that the master said back then, "There is a sword in the heart, everything in the world is a sword, there is no sword in the hand, and there are thousands of sword qi in the chest", and now, he has also realized the meaning of three points.

It's just that the consumption of spiritual energy by these two types of hidden blades is extremely terrifying, and at this moment, there is no trickle of spiritual energy in Chu Tianqing's spiritual sea, all of which are drawn out and used in the powerful two types of "inch thunder" and "sleeve out of the spiritual snake".

This "inch thunder" and "sleeve out of the spirit snake" two styles of swordsmanship, both from Wei Ling's hands, among which the "inch thunder" as Wei Ling's sword technique all over the Xixuan, its momentum has already exceeded the spirit of the three grades, and the distance from the heavenly level spirit recipe is only half a step, as for the move "sleeve spirit snake" is used as one of Wei Ling's life-saving means to press the bottom of the box, its grade is even higher than the inch thunder, compared to the general heaven-level spirit trick, it is even more than the eighth grade of the heavenly level, and even the seven-grade spirit recipe is comparable!

Therefore, in this competition, Chu Tianqing performed two types of Heavenly Rank Spiritual Techniques at one time, and he must have been a little overwhelmed, and his face was embarrassed.

But if you take a look at Zhou Yi on the other side, then I have to say that Chu Tianqing's condition is still excellent.

At this time, Zhou Yi was already sitting on the ground with a frightened face, his hair was scattered, and on his face, it could be seen that there was a new sword mark, which was not shallow, and the old sword mark was horizontal and vertical, echoing each other, but the face was divided into four parts, making his face even more hideous.

On the ground a foot behind him, a furrow could be seen to be half a foot deep in length and width, but the ravine broke from it, and it was the length of a head missing.

Obviously, Chu Tianqing's volley sword was still merciful to his subordinates, and he did not go all out to cut off Zhou Yi and the tornado together.

Maybe it was because he was too frightened, that Zhou Yi's eyes widened, his eyes were empty, his mouth was slightly open, and he let the blood continue to ooze from his cheeks, flowing down like a stream, without making any movements, and so on for half a pillar of incense, he slowly reached out to cover his cheeks, and fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes were still full of incomparable horror.

Chu Tianqing stood leaning on the sword, his tired face showed a half-point smile, looking at the two criss-crossing sword marks on Zhou Yi's face, he didn't forget to talk and laugh: "Isn't this much more symmetrical!"

On the seat outside the Lingwu platform, there was a moment of holding his breath and concentrating, and a moment later, there was a sound of cheers in the dead silence, and then it spread like a tide, and in a blink of an eye, the entire Lingwu platform was boiling, and the momentum was like a flood!

Wei Ling on the seat was obviously stunned, but after a while, his expression recovered, his hands opened the saber at his waist, and in addition to the horror on his face, a trace of laughter could be seen, and he scolded with a broken smile in his mouth: "Straight lady thief, this stinky boy is really interesting!"

Chu Tianqing felt the cheers surging like a flood, grinned, and laughed dryly, with a look of relief.

On the Lingwu high platform, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Tang Yi looked at the white-clothed man standing against the sword in the middle of the scene, his face finally showed a little relief, and Qin Yue also nodded with a smile.

However, Hou Min's face was pale, and his hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists, this time he really lost his wife and soldiers! Not only did he lose the treasure of the Kyushu Immortal Order, but he also lost a disciple with excellent talent in the door.

He estimated that Zhou Yi had suffered this blow, and his heart would inevitably change greatly, coupled with the middle stage of the innate realm that was strongly proposed by the Gongfa pill, I was afraid that it would be difficult to practice in the future, and he would definitely have no chance to climb the Xuanyang realm in this life.

He glanced at Cheng Yue, who was the initiator, and his face turned even greener.

Seeing this opportunity, how could the fat man on the side miss such an opportunity to add oil and vinegar, he immediately took a sip of the ambergris in the cup, and smacked his lips and exclaimed: "Tut-tut, it's a pity that Senior Brother Hou Min lost this battle, and the name of the second eldest of the ten thousand years in your pavilion is afraid that it won't be able to take off for a while!"

When Hou Min heard this, he gritted his teeth, and his emaciated cheeks suddenly burst out, ignoring Dong Fatzi's words, but Dong Fatzi was not a master who accepted it when he saw it, and immediately laughed cheaply, and his voice was amplified a little, and said with a smile: "It's just a pity that Zhou Yi is such a good seedling, he took the muddy path in the fairy road, and was ruined twice, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Hou Min endured it again and again, his face was blue for a while, and he finally couldn't bear the fat man's sharp words, and immediately got up from the wooden chair with a cold snort, and with a flick of his robe, he turned into a streamer and flew out of the Lingwu platform, heading straight to Guyun Peak.

Seeing this, the fat man grinned dryly, but on this fat face, it was an unconcealable smile, and he shouted loudly to Hou Min who was flying away: "Senior Brother Hou go slowly, don't lose the conference and flash your waist, then the senior brother really wants to say a word for the senior brother is not worth it!"

The swift streamer in the air fell downward, and Hou Min, who was going away against the wind, heard this, and was so angry that he almost didn't faint and fell to the ground, gritting his teeth and facing all the way to the Lonely Cloud Peak, and flying into the Lonely Cloud Palace.

Dong Fatzi laughed happily in his heart, and scolded in his heart: Hou Min, the old fox, also has today?

Seeing Dong Fatzi and Hou Min facing each other like this, everyone couldn't help but smile helplessly, for hundreds of years, these two guys have been intrigued, and it is not uncommon for each of them to step on each other.....

Li Qiuyue on the high platform moved, flew off the stage, and without waiting for the Xuanyang Realm elder who was presiding over the Shuyun Conference to speak, he walked to the center of the Lingwu Platform with an expressionless face, and glanced at the white-clothed young man in front of him, who was barely standing with the support of the long sword in his hand.

This glance made Chu Tianqing stunned for a moment, and the pavilion master in front of him, who looked almost the same age as himself, stared at each other, and the atmosphere couldn't help but be a little awkward.

Li Qiuyue disagreed, his hands were crossed in front of his chest, holding the three-foot Qingfeng that was inseparable from his body, Li Qiuyue, who had few words, finally spoke slowly, opened his lips and said: "The champion, Suoyun Pavilion Chu Tianqing!"

The cheers outside the arena were loud and loud, the momentum was like a tide, and the atmosphere became more and more high, and those disciples of Suoyun Pavilion looked at the man in white in that scene, but they invisibly felt that their faces had added a bit of brilliance, and they were all happy.

Chu Tianqing looked at Li Qiuyue, and didn't know how to answer, so he had to grin dryly, who knew that Li Qiuyue didn't pay attention to it, there was no expression on a pretty and beautiful frosty face, but his eyes looked towards the extreme north of Lingwutai, and through the huge hall door that was three zhang high, he raised his eyes, his eyes were the same as before, without the slightest expression.

It was exactly where she could see, in the Lingwu Hall outside the Lingwu Platform that was empty due to the Shuyun Conference, a woman in a brocade robe also cast her eyes at the same time, and a smile could be seen on a pretty face that was not inferior to Li Qiuyue.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes of the brocade robe woman were like a crescent moon, the corners of her mouth curled up a subtle arc, and her eyes did not meet Li Qiuyue, but fell on Chu Tianqing, who was dressed in white, and muttered in her mouth.

"It's really worthy of Senior Brother Tianqing!"

The girl in brocade smiled with relief, and no longer had the slightest sense of affection, turned around and walked out of the Lingwu Palace, returned to her horse, and rode away.

One person and one ride, out of Shuyun City, all the way east.

As the king of Huainan in Jincheng said, the dead have died, and there is no more dead soldier in the world. Therefore, there will be no Tang Moxue in the world.

The woman who was heading east all the way took one last look at the huge Shuyun City, looked at the towering green mountains, and couldn't help but smile.

The beauty smiled, and the smile was poignant.

When she turned back, she took the mountain path and rode her horse down the mountain.

A farewell to Shu is a thousand autumns, this goes through the years, when it is a good day and beautiful scenery is false, even if there are thousands of styles, who to say?

The smile on Tang Moxue's face dissipated, and there was no joy or sorrow, and she sang a poem that she didn't remember from anyone's pen, and her voice was like a silver bell.

Looking back suddenly, the road is far away, the smoke is thousands of miles, and the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide!