The way of heaven, the Lord is ethereal, formless, elusive, and the sword of the Tao is exactly this way, and the sword is not a single point that does not become pure and inactive, and it can also be sprinkled in an instant like the wind and the sea and rain.

Dahan seems to be irritable, but in fact he is another way of heaven, his purpose in doing this is just to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, in order to lure Lin Qing to make an easy move, and then win with one blow.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, but unexpectedly, Lin Qing suddenly retreated, and the sword that was bound to win was stillborn, and the big man's expression was also quite depressed.

"I almost caught my way!" Lin Qing was afraid for a while, he couldn't imagine that this big man who looked rough and honest on the outside would be so black-bellied.

"Boy, why didn't you make a move?" the big man asked confusedly.

Damn, you're still pretending to be addicted! Lin Qing hated itchy, the acting skills of the big man pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger were too realistic, if it weren't for the sudden vigilance in his heart, he would definitely be on the road.

"Be careful!" The color of laughter faded, and the big man was still a breezy look.

The big man stood with his hands in his hands, and the Heavenly Sword was suspended three feet in front of him, exuding a monstrous sword aura, only to see it break off.

"Dao!"

A thunderbolt sounded, and the Heavenly Sword roared angrily, and the sword qi that faded into the light smoke broke out of the air, invincible.

"Qiang Qiang!" The sound of the sword became louder and louder, and the ears were like explosions of continuous thunder, bombarding the mind heavily, and the sword qi was higher and higher than the wave of urging, like a gurgling stream at the beginning, and it was surging like a river in an instant.

Lin Qing stood silently, motionless like a mountain, like a flat boat, bullying and flying in the tide of sword qi, with only a trace of wisdom and immortality, in order to respond to all changes.

Asking the way of sword cultivation, the way of heaven is ethereal, there is no trace, the sword is endless, with a kind of avenue sound, layered, endless, no matter when Lin Qing makes a move, he will fall into the rhythm of asking the sword, and what awaits him will be a shocking sword that the great man climbs to the peak.

In response to all changes with the same, Lin Qing was waiting, waiting for the sound of the sword to reveal a flaw, so as to give a head-on blow, breaking the rhythm of the sword of the sword in one fell swoop.

"Boom!" the sound of the sword continued to rise, and in an instant, there was a dragon's groan. In a trance, countless snow-white sword qi rolled in, and the waves generally slapped Lin Qing's steady mind like Mount Tai.

Lin Qing was indifferent, as if this skin did not belong to him, and no matter how he destroyed the Tartars, it had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, he seemed to be the emperor of the world, indifferently overlooking the common people, and the snow-white sword qi couldn't make any waves.

"Dao!"

The big man spit out a broken cry again, and asked The sword roared again, but this time it was not a killing sound with a loud roar, but a gentle and tactful lingering meaning.

A resentful sword roar murmured, like a lover's whisper, deep night talk, full of shyness, only playing the wind and moon.

The invincible snow-white sword qi also withered, impacting Lin Qing's body, as weak as scratching his boots.

Rao is like this, but Lin Qing's mind is more resolute, he has never slackened at all, he knows that Dahan's attack will not be so simple.

Sure enough, after the weak attacks retreated again and again, Lin Qing unexpectedly found a trace of throbbing in his body, and this throbbing was like a little fire shadow, which ignited his body under the blowing of the endless spring breeze.

In a trance, the gentle sword roar turned into the murmur of the red phoenix when he was emotional, brushing his earlobes and skimming his chest, releasing the beastly desires he suppressed in his body.

In the lower abdomen, an evil fire burned, baking his heart as hard as a chime, and the slightest soft feeling floated, burrowing into the bones, making him feel like he couldn't stop.

"Duh!"

The throbbing in his heart became stronger and stronger, and his heart was almost unable to grasp it, Lin Qing snorted, Xuanyuan Sword roared, the sound of awakening was loud, and the throbbing in his body receded like a tide.

"Dao!"

The big man broke off three times, and asked The sound of the sword and sword changed again, turning into a light and agile meaning.

The sound of swords sounded happily, as if it was a wisp of wind, a touch of clouds, light and agile, unfathomable.

The snow-white sword aura is like a breeze blowing through the mountains, rippling in the clouds on the top of the mountain, soft and ethereal, without a trace of fireworks.

The sword qi gently brushed through Lin Qing's body, stirring his hair, and at this moment, he seemed to feel that he was fighting on the field, enjoying the bath of the spring breeze.

He seemed to have returned to his childhood, naked with the boy next door, catching loaches in the field, when he smiled very happily, and his smile was so undisguised.

All of this was as if it were yesterday, and he could even feel the fragrance of the earth!

Lin Qing's eyes gradually blurred, and his heart, which was as solid as a chime stone, was also shaken a little, and under the warm sword qi like spring, he was lost in the past years.

"Boy, wake up!" At the moment of crisis, Poison Kunlun burst into tears, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shocking.

Lin Qing was excited, woke up from his memories, felt the gentle sword qi on his body, and was constantly shocked into a cold sweat.

Asking the sword attack was too weird, it was simply pervasive, if Shicai didn't have Poison Kunlun to make a sound to disturb him, he would be lost in the sword qi attack, and let people eat meat.

The sword sound attack almost succeeded, but it fell short at the critical moment, and the big man's eyes swelled with uncontrollable regret.

"Dao!"

The sword roared again, like a ghost and god howling, extremely miserable, and the wind gusted, as if there were endless evil spirits coming out of hell.

The snow-white sword qi suddenly returned to its hideousness, and it tore over like a poisonous snake, impacting Lin Qing's body like a storm.

The sword qi was invincible, slashing at Lin Qing's body, Rao is slightly small immortal medicine body, and it was impossible to withstand too many sword qi attacks.

The beast clothes turned into shards and scattered in all directions, leaking out of Lin Qing's bronzed chest, and the sword qi slashed heavily on it, leaving criss-crossing blood-red marks, and the severe pain stabbed him and made him gasp.

The sword qi was ecstatic and invaded the bones along the skin, and a cold feeling came, impacting his mind in waves.

No joy or sorrow, no shock or disturbance, Lin Qing firmly guarded the Qingming of the spiritual platform, and listened carefully to the sound of the sword.

From the beginning to the present, the sound of the sword has passed all sides, first the sound of rage, then the sound of murmuring, then the sound of softness, and finally the sound of treachery. Four rhythms, attacking all around, he has been holding back, just to find a flaw in the sword sound.

Finally, the flaw was revealed.

In the sound of the sword, it seemed to be continuous and endless, but Lin Qing heard a trace of off-string sound.

Whether it is a glamorous sound or a great sound, when it is choked, there will be a faint change of voice behind it.

Every time this kind of voice change appears, it is a flaw in the sound of the sword, although it is shallow and elusive, but there are always traces to follow.

The sword sound is endless, the only flaw is this faint sound outside the strings, Lin Qing's method to crack the sword sound is to infinitely magnify this flaw, make it noisy, disrupt the rhythm of the sword sound, so as to reverse and counterattack.

"Choke!" The sound of the sword was like thunder and lightning, and it was like a dragon's roar, and the snow-white sword qi was invincible, and the whole body was cold. At this moment, a faint off-string sound suddenly appeared, almost elusive. At the same time, Lin Qing finally made a move.

Lin Qing's fingertips struck the Xuanyuan Sword, and the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly raised a sword roar, and the sword roared vigorously, just hitting the aftermath of the sword sound that asked about the sword, and the galloping sword qi escaped in an instant.

"Boy, you're going to lose!" Just when Lin Qing was secretly rejoicing, Poison Kunlun's voice sounded faintly.

Lin Qing was puzzled, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand was slowly handed out, and at this time, he disrupted the rhythm of the question, how could it be that he was defeated?

Poison Kunlun said: "Listen carefully to the sound of the sword!"

Hearing this, Lin Qing cautiously withdrew his hand and listened carefully to the sound of the sword.

In the sword sound of Hao Hao Tangtang, the sound outside the strings continued to amplify, and the noise was dominant, completely disrupting the rhythm, but just when the whole rhythm was about to collapse, a sword sound like a crack brocade suddenly resounded.

With the resounding of this sword sound, the chaotic rhythm suddenly changed, and then there were waves, like a sunny day after rain, and the clouds appeared, which was another scene.

Countless snow-white sword qi rolled like this, invincible, and slashed heavily on Lin Qing's chest, slashing him and vomiting blood and flying out.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency with more than it loses!

All things in the world have never been consummated in the true sense, and there is still a way of heaven to escape, not to mention the sound of this sword.

The incomplete perfection is the real perfection, and that trace of off-string sound is the finishing touch in this sword sound.

If the big profit is empty, if the big success is missing!

If it is not perfect, it is the real perfection!

"What a sword asked!" Lin Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, this time, he was defeated, not in the sword, but in the comprehension of the Great Dao.

Dahan put away his sword and stood up, looked at him meaningfully, and said indifferently: "Although the strength is strong, it is not his own after all, what is the use of such a strength?"

Hearing this, a look of disbelief erupted in Lin Qing's eyes, and the big man's words clearly knew the existence of the poisonous Kunlun in his body.

"Yes, boy, you rely too much on my strength, although you are powerful for a while, it does not belong to you after all!" Poison Kunlun's voice also sounded.

"After all, today is not able to fight for the title of the first sword of this desolation, when you master your own strength in the coming day, you and I will have a battle after all! Farewell!" The big man said indifferently, glanced at Lin Qing solemnly, and asked with his feet and walked away.

Master your own strength! Lin Qing sighed secretly, thinking carefully about everything in the past, since he crossed into the flood wilderness and encountered danger, he always relied on the power of the divine beast and the poisonous Kunlun, and he himself, in the initial resistance, evolved into later lost, and gradually liked this powerful feeling.

Although the strength he gained was very strong, enough for him to overcome difficulties and obstacles, Lin Qing didn't know that if he relied too much on this external force, he might become a strong man, but he would definitely not become a top powerhouse, because his vision was so shallow, and his achievements could not reach a certain height.

One wrong step, one wrong step! Not only did he never reflect on himself, but he enjoyed this feeling very much, if he allowed this to develop, Lin Qing would not be able to make any further progress in his life.

Fortunately, today, a failure was like a slap in the face that surprised him, and it also made him fall silent, reflect on himself carefully, and think about it, he couldn't help but sweat coldly.

"It seems that we need to go back to the last days!" "In the desolate land, the enemy's cultivation is too strong, far beyond what he can resist, and he is in the psychology of escape, and he has never wanted to return to the last days. Now with this slap in the face, it has also completely changed his concept.

The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the fire refines the real gold!

The last days are his stage!

Just as he was reflecting on himself, a roar resounded through the nine skies, and Bingyi and Kunpeng in the battle finally had a victory.

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