Chen Fuchen's chest rose and fell violently, and the anger in his eyes was about to erupt.

Looking at Chen Fuchen, who was uncontrollably angry because of his response, Jing Liuli slowly raised his eyebrows and said, "No matter how much you value yourself, you must at least understand that you are nothing in Changling now." If you can't even adjust your mentality, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in this Changling for long. ”

She is a pure glass.

The entire Great Qin Dynasty has relied on one of the recognized two major cultivation monsters for a long time, the internal heir of the Minshan Sword Sect Master, even if his demeanor is completely like Ding Ning's maid at this time, but he has a special power when he speaks, Chen Fuchen's breathing couldn't help but stagnate slightly, and most of his anger was invisibly dissipated, but his mood only calmed down naturally.

In the next moment, the corners of Chen Fuchen's mouth bloomed with a slight self-deprecation, thinking that at this time, in addition to cultivating enough to be proud, it seemed that his identity was not much different from that of Ding Ning's maid.

For a moment, his mood was a few minutes quieter, just a breath, that is, the anger disappeared, and the subtle self-deprecation at the corners of his mouth was also gone, turning into a solemn face.

"Please. ”

He nodded solemnly at Jing Liuli, and held his sword in his chest, but looking at Jing Liuli, who was still standing still, he was a little puzzled, and said in a deep voice: "What about your sword?"

Jing Liuli looked at him indifferently, and said coldly: "When your sword comes out, I will naturally use the sword." ”

Looking at Jing Liuli's bearing, Chen Fuchen didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, frowned slightly, and said, "Since this is the case, then I will take out the sword." ”

As soon as the word "sword" was raised, he had already drawn his sword.

Sneer... Countless sounds of air bursting from his hilt sounded, the pale gray hilt was connected to the still pale gray sword body, when the word "sword" did not disappear, this sword has been completely separated from the scabbard, and there are many wisps of gray sword qi flowing on the tip of the sword, like dragging a long tassel.

At this moment, Chen Fuchen's palm had already detached from the hilt of the sword.

The sword was out of his hand, but it was still following his will, moving the way he wanted.

This is the flying sword.

The pale gray long sword swirled upside down, like a gray comet's tail, and swept towards Jingliuli.

Chen Fuchen's flying sword swordsmanship at this moment was not too amazing, and there was not much difference between throwing the sword out at the moment of drawing the sword, but what made the surrounding people exclaim was that at the same time that his sword was spinning and flying out of his palm, the floating dust on the ground in front of him also floated upward.

Previously, the dust was driven by the sword intent on his body, forming the shape of a dust sword in the middle of the road, but at this time, the tip of this dust sword was turned around, facing the pure glass, and exuding a real sharp sword intent.

In the next moment, the dust sword was about to fly out, and it seemed to be faster than his pale gray flying sword.

One sword out and two sword intents that can truly fight the enemy at the same time are definitely a rare secret technique in the world!

Many onlookers looked at Chen Fuchen in disbelief at this time, they couldn't believe that this nameless young man was able to perform such a sword move... They can be sure that very few young talents in the entire Changling can catch such a sword move.

No one thought that Ding Ning's maid would be able to catch it.

However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

Joruri stretched out her hand.

There was no sword in her hand, and there was no sword light in her sleeves or between her robes, but as her right hand stretched straight forward, her fingertips were agitated, and the dust sword that was about to stab her in the air suddenly collapsed, turning into countless flying dust again.

What is even more shocking is that while the flying dust is disintegrating, it quietly accelerates backwards, and then gets faster and faster, dragging white air currents in the air.

Each grain of floating dust has its own trajectory, and in an instant, it reforms a dust sword.

The tip of this dust sword was aimed at Chen Fuchen, and even the sword intent was exactly the same as when Chen Fuchen started to cast the sword, but it became more powerful.

There was a crackling sound.

The space in front of Chen Fuchen seemed to be cut open by this dust sword.

This dust sword reached Chen Fuchen's chest at an unimaginable speed.

At this time, Chen Fuchen's flying sword had just flown less than a foot away from his hand, and he couldn't stop this dust sword at all, Chen Fuchen was equivalent to an empty hand!

Chen Fuchen's face was extremely pale, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief, in this moment of lightning, his hands instantly fit, and all the true yuan in his body compressed into a blade from between the gaps in his palms without pity, and erupted out.

Rumble!

A cloud of dust exploded in front of him.

The floating dust in the dust mass emitted flames one by one, as if it was completely burning.

In a tsunami-like exclamation, Chen Fuchen was unstable on his feet, and his whole body was shocked and flew backwards.

There was not a single vibration in the body of the pure glass.

The moment Fang Cai's dust sword collided with Chen Fuchen's power, she seemed to have nothing to do with that dust sword at all.

Before the air could reach her, she took a cold step forward, then shook her outstretched hand.

The hilt of the pale gray long sword that was spinning in the air fell into her hands.

Then this sword seemed to be her sword from beginning to end, without the slightest resistance, following her castration, a sword intent slashed forward.

There was a soft snap.

The dust that had just burst open, as if it was about to burn up completely, was directly cut in half by this sword intent.

The powerful sword qi smashed directly in front of Chen Fuchen, who was sweeping down.

Chen Fuchen let out a loud roar, and his hands pushed forward again.

Bang.

His body was directly shocked to the ground, and when his body collided violently with the ground, a circle of dust was splattered.

Jing Liuli lowered her head slightly, didn't seem to look at it, and threw the sword in her hand casually.

The pale gray long sword landed in front of Chen Fusheng, who had fallen to the ground, and was inserted straight into the stone path, shaking slightly.

Chen Fusheng forcibly straightened up from the ground, opening his mouth as if to say something, but at this moment, the power of the iron-gray long sword rippling out of the slight swaying was like a wave slapping on his chest.

He opened his mouth, unable to make a sound, but a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and sprayed the ground in front of him.

......

Jing Liuli didn't even pause for a moment, turned around and walked back to the carriage, but the surrounding streets and alleys that were still screaming in surprise became silent at the same time.

Many people rubbed their eyes, not only did they not seem to see completely, but they also did not seem to understand.

It's just that even if they didn't see and understand it clearly, they all clearly felt the strength of this "maid".

"How so?"

Many cultivators looked at Jing Liuli's figure, and their hands trembled unconsciously in shock.

It's not a gap in cultivation... It's that Jing Liuli didn't use her sword at all, and she didn't seem to have a sword on her at all!

First the dust sword, then Chen Fuchen's sword.

Obviously, it was Chen Fuchen who came out with one sword to form two swords, but Jing Liuli picked up his dust sword first, and then took his saber casually.

defeated Chen Fuchen with Chen Fuchen's sword, Chen Fuchen didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

Who the hell is this maid!

How can it be so strong!

"I see what you mean. ”

In the shocked and puzzled eyes of everyone, Jing Liuli bowed slightly to Ding Ning in the carriage, and said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You don't let me wear a sword, it's not that you don't want me to rely on my sword and force me to think of more ways to fight the enemy, but you don't want me to develop some fixed habits." ”

Ding Ning nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "Some fixed thoughts and habits are the biggest shackles that hinder cultivators. ”

The people around couldn't hear the conversation between Jing Liuli and Ding Ning, but everyone saw Jing Liuli and Ding Ning's movements and demeanor.

In the eyes of everyone, this is a very real and natural teacher-student courtesy.

As a result, it was even more difficult for everyone to understand where such a powerful maid as Ding Ning came from.

"This is a pretext, sometimes Zheng Sleeve doesn't need to care about the thoughts of these ordinary Changling people, but most of the people in the entire Changling are ordinary people, and they can often help promote a lot of things. “

Ding Ning whispered these words to Jing Liuli again.

Then he raised his head, waved his hand at all the spectators in the streets and alleys who were still in shock, and said: "That palace maid surnamed Rong forced my Aries Cave Xue Cave Master to not see the results of the sword meeting before the Minshan Sword Meeting, and forced me to run out of True Yuan before the Sword Meeting began, everyone commented, I want to challenge her publicly, is it reasonable to duel with her?"

After saying this, he didn't say anything anymore, and signaled to Jing Liuli that he could leave.

Because he knew that there was no need to say too many details, just such words were enough for these Changling people who heard to hear the story of what happened inside, and it was enough to spread the things here today and what happened before the Minshan Sword Guild to every corner of Changling. R1058