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There was a piercing sound of gold and iron in the sky again, and the golden scale sword turned around and flew back, and the psychic soft sword trembled, and it also lost the opportunity to attack Lu Ping again, and this blow was evenly divided.

Ouyang Weijian's face changed, Lu Ping's golden scale sword was actually able to grab his flying sword body, although the power of his kind of swordsmanship was not the strongest, but it was the most strange and unpredictable, making the opponent ponder, and when the opponent realized that something was wrong, this sword had already hit with one blow.

What he didn't know was that Lu Ping's divine thoughts far surpassed those of the same level of monks, and now he was not inferior to the monks of the fifth or sixth layer of the Forging Pill, and Lu Ping had the "Three Pure Pupils" in his body, and the two cooperated with each other, but he immediately captured the body of the psychic soft sword.

It's just that the psychic software took advantage of the essence of the magic weapon after all, although it was caught by the golden scale sword and hit the body first, but no one took advantage of it.

Ouyang Weijian's fingers on both hands changed like butterflies piercing flowers, one after another sword tricks were pinched out, the psychic soft sword trembled for a while, and countless sword light wind blades overwhelmingly rushed towards Lu Ping, and the psychic soft sword flashed away, hidden in the sword light wind blade and disappeared.

Lu Ping took a step back in the air, and the golden scale sword drew a circle in the sky, as if it had pierced a heavenly river, and the torrent of swordsmanship that burst out rushed towards the wind blade sword light flying in the sky.

A shattering explosion sounded as if firecrackers had been set off in the sky, and a large number of sword light wind blades and sword art torrents were annihilated in the sky at the same time.

A breeze was actually able to blow towards the landing tile surface through the spiritual power riot caused by the collision of the two swordsmanship small supernatural powers, and the blue light flashed in Lu Ping's eyes, and the golden scale sword struck out horizontally, but it hit the air.

Lu Ping retreated quickly, and the golden scale sword suddenly turned into a pick in the process of stabbing in front of him, and in the crisp sound, the golden scale sword finally hit the psychic soft sword that turned into a clear breeze, but the soft sword was not knocked away by Lu Ping, but it bent sharply to dissolve the power from the golden scale sword, and the sword body suddenly became thinner, and the tip of the sword skyrocketed, stabbing straight towards Lu Ping.

This time it was unexpected, the Golden Scale Sword had no time to cover it, and while Lu Ping's body retreated rapidly, the talisman around his body quickly propped up, protecting Lu Ping's figure in it.

The water curtain is really good!

Ouyang Weijian finally forced Lu Ping to use the talisman little magic power, Ouyang Weijian smiled coldly: What about the talisman little magic power, the psychic soft sword has the nickname of "Ruyi Sword", and the best thing is to penetrate the opponent's talisman like a needle-shaped magic weapon.

The psychic soft sword stabbed at the "Water Curtain Zhengang", but it was stuck halfway and could not advance an inch, and Ouyang Weijian's cold smile suddenly froze on his face.

How could this be possible? How could his little talisman power have such a strong protective ability, and he could actually resist a stab attack equivalent to a needle-shaped magic weapon, even though this stabbing attack had been weakened beforehand.

Gold, blue, and blue colors flickered with each other, but the time between them was different, Lu Ping's body was as if it was a world controlled by Lu Ping himself, and the psychic soft sword entered it, first corroded the true element of the sword, and then weakened the strength of the sword, and then a viscous feeling attached to the body of the soft sword, making it difficult for the psychic soft sword to make an inch.

"This person's protective ability is much stronger than that of monks of the same level, and it is almost no longer under the ordinary defensive magic weapon, no wonder this person has not used a defensive magic weapon. ”

If Lu Ping knew that Ouyang Weijian was thinking like this, he would probably be crying and laughing, not that he didn't use a defensive magic weapon, but that his body didn't have a talisman magic weapon at all, fortunately, Lu Ping's talisman qi has now begun to condense the fourth kind of heaven and earth strange thing weak water, this is the water attribute heaven and earth strange thing that Lu Ping obtained in his body after killing the Kun Fish Demon Kong Liang, it is estimated that it is prepared for the Seven Treasure Thunder Hu, but Kong Liang's cultivation at that time was also in the third layer of the Forging Dan, and he could not condense the fourth treasure forbidden for the Seven Treasure Thunder Hurdle body, so he could only save the weak water for himself to condense after the middle stage of the advanced Forging Dan, but he didn't want to be cheap Lu Ping。

Although Lu Ping was amazed by the powerful power of the Seven Treasure Thunder Gourd, he did not intend to continue to achieve this treasure, so after Lu Ping obtained the weak water, the first thing he thought of was to condense the fourth water attribute of heaven and earth for his talisman little divine power.

As soon as the psychic soft sword missed, it had to retreat quickly, where could Lu Ping give up such an opportunity to counterattack, the golden scale sword swung in the sky three times in a row, and three sword waves rushed towards Ouyang Wei's sword.

Where could Ouyang Weijian let Lu Ping take the lead so easily, the bow body of the psychic soft sword in the retreat shook, and it returned to the size of an ordinary flying sword, and stabbed out in a row of eighteen swords in the sky, which was a sword condensed by eighteen sets of swordsmanship in the "Merry and Happy Eighteen Swords".

For a while, both sides abandoned the small magic power to fight fast, intending to take the lead, the waves were already rising due to the wind, although Lu Ping's thousand piles of snow sword were sharp, but they were restrained by Ouyang Weijian's wind attribute swordsmanship, and they could not exert their momentum one after another.

Lu Ping's golden scale sword came out of his hand again, the sword momentum changed again, and the sword technique of Dajiangdong was like a rolling torrent, rushing towards Ouyang Wei's sword with an indomitable momentum.

For a while, Ouyang Weijian seemed to have an illusion, as if he had become a reef in the river, intending to block the progress of the torrent, but in the end, he was using his mantis arm as a car, to be submerged and coerced by the torrent.

The battle between Lu Ping and Ouyang Weijian can be said to be the highest level of the most outstanding young monks in the Beihai cultivation world, and the monks of all factions watching the battle below, regardless of their cultivation, are all staring intently at the fighting methods in the sky, but in private, they are multi-purpose, and they are familiar with each other's swordsmanship.

After the two people in the sky gave up their powerful swordsmanship, although the scene of the battle was a little less thrilling, it became exciting, and the sky was full of flying wind snakes and swimming swordfish fighting each other.

Two people in the sky, one seems to have turned into the source of the storm, and the other seems to be the source of all waters.

Lu Ping was a little missing the Water Shadow Sword at this time, if he had this sword in his hand, Lu Ping would have another killer weapon in his hand, at least the invisible sword technique Lu Ping had also been able to exert the power of the small supernatural power, so as to make up for the gap between the golden scale sword in the quality of the magic weapon and the psychic soft sword.

Lu Ping just thought of the Water Shadow Sword, and his heart flashed, and he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have ignored something.

At this moment, a great crisis loomed over the landing level.

It's Ouyang Weijian's natal flying sword!

Lu Ping did not hesitate at all, and the Golden Scale Sword evolved into a swordsmanship torrent again, but this time the swordsmanship torrent did not rush towards the opponent, but formed a huge vortex around Lu Ping, and it seemed to form a huge waterspout in the sky.

The monks who were watching the battle all looked at Liu Tianling Ancestor who was sitting at the head, no matter how this set of swordsmanship looked at it, it was extremely similar to Liu Tianling Ancestor's fame before the advanced law phase stage.

Although Liu Tianling Ancestor is not a sword cultivator, the great divine power waterspout she has successfully cultivated is indeed a reference to the swordsmanship techniques recorded in the "Linhai Listening to the Waves", Lu Ping has listened to the teacher several times, and has also heard the teacher carefully talk about the cultivation method of the waterspout, so he naturally has some references.

Lu Ping turned the swordsmanship torrent into a waterspout this time, but it was not to hurt the enemy, but to protect himself.

The wind blade sword light transformed by the psychic soft sword rushed towards the waterspout, intending to completely break the tornado, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, but immediately after the psychic soft sword, an invisible energy turned into a black line that seemed to be able to swallow the flowing wind flashed out, and a sound of gold and iron resonance came, and the black line had broken the waterspout in one fell swoop, and slashed towards Lu Ping, who was hidden in the waterspout.

However, the broken waterspout suddenly shrank, but it turned into a recurring torrent of swordsmanship, blocking the black sword light again.

The black flying sword broke out, the golden scale sword waited for work, and collided with the body of the black flying sword, the golden scale sword flew back upside down, and the black flying sword hit fruitlessly, but it created an opportunity for the psychic soft sword again.

"You really hide your strength, you can convert the swordsmanship torrent at will, where is the battle with Li Xuanliang, after using the swordsmanship supernatural power, you can't control it, but even so, you will be defeated today, and you are not the only one who has hidden your strength. ”

Ouyang Weijian's mind was in a flash of lightning, and the psychic soft sword took advantage of the opportunity when the golden scale sword was knocked away by his own natal flying sword, and once again displayed a small swordsmanship power.

This kind of swordsmanship is very different from the small magic power formed by the "Merry and Happy Eighteen Swords", and it is obviously a brand new swordsmanship.

At this moment, Ouyang Weijian's natal flying sword also recovered from the collision with the Golden Scale Sword, and sprinkled a semicircular arc in the sky, as if it had turned into a folding fan, and slammed towards the Golden Scale Sword that was knocked away: It is another kind of swordsmanship small magical power!

The two kinds of swordsmanship small supernatural powers were fully envoyed by Ouyang Weijian, these two small supernatural powers seemed to be able to cooperate with each other, as if they were deliberately assisting each other, the two supernatural powers were combined, and the psychic soft sword and the natal flying sword were like two flowing winds chasing each other, and they strangled towards Lu Ping.

"Although the Eighteen Swords of Merry and Merry are the most famous swordsmanship of this sect, my Xuanling Sect has thousands of inheritances, how can only this set of swordsmanship be able to achieve supernatural powers!"

Ouyang Weijian was cold in his heart, as if he had seen that Lu Ping would inevitably be defeated by his unexpected combination of two swordsmanship, this was Ouyang Weijian's real killer weapon.

Lin Xuqing sat in his seat and inadvertently glanced in the direction of Liu Tianling Ancestor, and the corners of his mouth seemed to show a hint of a smile.

Everyone watching the battle also shook their heads: "Defeated, this Lu Ping is still not as good as Ouyang Weijian after all!"

"After all, it was honed in the fight with the demon cultivator, and the tempering between life and death is far from being comparable to the hard work. ”

"This Lu Ping is not bad, although he was defeated by Ouyang Weijian among the monks of the same rank and generation, it can be regarded as a defeat and honor, and the swordsmanship cultivation of both sides belongs to the ranks of rare opponents among the peers. ”

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Just when everyone took it for granted that Lu Ping would open his mouth to admit defeat, a strange sword roar suddenly sounded out of thin air, and an awe-inspiring sword intent rose into the sky, as if to pierce the sky.

Some monks who liked to hold magic weapons such as flying swords in their hands as decorations suddenly found that the flying swords in their hands seemed to be uncontrollably and began to tremble violently.

Unlike those monks who didn't know why, the faces of the real people in the late stage of the forging pill of the Nine Great Sects who were sitting at the head all changed greatly, and Lin Xu's real people jumped up, their faces changed, and finally looked at Liu Tianling Ancestor next to him, and he still sat down stupidly, but his face was already gloomy as if he was about to drip water.

The two small divine powers that Ouyang Weijian strangled towards Lu Ping seemed to have been subjected to an inexplicable coercion at this moment, as if they were about to break out of his control and disintegrate on their own.

Ouyang Weijian's face changed, although he didn't know what Lu Ping was doing, he knew that this kind of influence must be that Lu Ping on the other side was doing something.

At this moment, a strange scream sounded again, and the Golden Scale Sword had returned to Lu Ping's hand at some point, at this moment, a tremendous coercion came directly towards the psychic soft sword and the natal flying sword, this coercion did not come from divine thoughts, but from sword intent, from a new swordsmanship realm, a realm that can sublimate swordsmanship.

This is the realm of swordsmanship!

Ouyang Weijian's face turned pale, he could never have imagined that Lu Ping's swordsmanship had reached such a height that was unattainable for him.

Lu Fangcai has been showing weakness to the enemy, he is using himself to hone his swordsmanship, but also forcing himself to use all his means, showing him all his hole cards, and then at the moment when he is most confident, he uses the sharpest and invincible means to defeat himself in one fell swoop, so that he can completely suffer defeat in both swordsmanship and mood. ”

Ouyang Weijian instantly understood Lu Ping's thoughts, and a look of resentment rushed straight up, and his face suddenly became a little distorted and hideous.

Ouyang Weijian's pair of swordsmanship small magic powers became vulnerable in front of Lu Ping's "Sea Inclusive Hundred Rivers" swordsmanship great magic powers, and the sword light and wind blades in the sky were like milk swallows throwing into the forest, attracted by Lu Ping's "Sea Hundred Rivers Sword Technique", and it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, and suddenly disappeared.

The psychic soft sword and the natal flying sword finally got rid of the attraction of Lu Ping's swordsmanship supernatural powers, and flew back to Ouyang Weijian's side, under the suppression of Lu Ping's swordsmanship supernatural realm, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a difference.

"This, this is a great swordsmanship!"

Among the many monks who watched the battle, some finally recognized the swordsmanship realm that Lu Ping had performed.

Except for the forging pill real person and Liu Tianling Ancestor of the Nine Great Sects, the rest of the monks were in an uproar: Lu Ping had actually achieved the great swordsmanship supernatural power! Only then did the cultivation of the third layer of the forging pill be able to achieve the swordsmanship great supernatural power second only to the thunder great supernatural power among all the great supernatural powers!