Pei Qing pointed his finger downward, and the dazzling sword light descended like a long river, colliding with Luo Qingyang's sword intent. Loud roaring sounds were heard one after another, and both the sword intent and the sword light were annihilated.
"This sword is so domineering!"
The crowd of onlookers stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence, their hearts trembling wildly. Pei Qing defeated Luo Qingyang's attack in one fell swoop. This was too easy.
Luo Qingyang looked indifferent, as if he had expected it, and was not shocked by this scene. He raised his palm, palm down, and a powerful sword energy gathered in the palm of his hand. He looked at Pei Qing , said: "Brother Pei, don't you plan to use your sword?"
"Didn't City Lord Luo draw his sword?" Pei Qing smiled lightly.
The two looked at each other, and then both laughed. Luo Qingyang stopped his smile, opened his palms, and a bright sword light bloomed. In an instant, the sword light escaped from his control and floated in the void, shining and spreading. Showing extremely sharp sword intent.
"Such a strong sword intention!" Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and they felt that the sword intention was extraordinary, definitely not inferior to Pei Qing's Nirvana sword intention.
One person's eyes flickered, as if he had noticed something, and murmured: "This sword intention is lonely, cold, and desolate, as if it has experienced many vicissitudes of life!"
"I actually feel lonely in this sword intent!"
"I feel the same way, like I've gone through a lot of vicissitudes."
"This sword intention is so weird!"
The people around were shocked. This sword intention gave them a very strange feeling, as if they were abandoned in the wilderness, no one cared about them, leaving only desolate figures behind, revealing indescribable sadness. .
"Your sword intention is somewhat interesting." When Pei Qing saw the sword intention released by Luo Qingyang, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen something interesting. This feeling of loneliness and vicissitudes made him unbearable. I feel a little stinging, as if I am recalling the glorious past.
This sword intention seems to come from the depths of the soul, which is impressive.
The corners of Luo Qingyang's mouth curled up, and his arms swung out. The sword light streaked across the sky, carrying the destructive sword intent, covering the vast area.
In an instant, the space within a few hundred meters around Pei Qing was filled with extremely fierce sword intent. The lonely and sad sword intent seemed to be frozen there, unable to move even an inch.
"What a weird sword energy." The onlookers' hearts twitched violently. They could clearly see that no matter what kind of sword energy Pei Qing released, he would be torn apart by the sword light.
Pei Qing's expression was solemn, and the aura all over his body became ethereal. His eyes suddenly became calm, his legs were bent, and a whirlpool of swords formed under his feet, and a terrifying momentum bloomed.
Suddenly, his figure disappeared.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Sword rays shot out all over the sky like lightning, and the dense sword shadows blocked everyone's sight. Each sword moved at an incredible speed, traveling throughout Mu Liang City, causing the sky above Mu Liang City to become distorted and chaotic.
Pei Qing struck with one finger, and Luo Qingyang also extended his fingers to attack. The two fingers touched together, the sword light exploded, and the remaining power swept away. Many people around him had pale faces, their bodies were trembling, and they only felt their heads. A buzzing, dizzy spell.
"Neither of these two people drew their swords, but they were able to create such power?"
"I'm even more curious now about how powerful the sword Pei Qing used to break the Tianmen was!"
"It is rumored that no one has seen Luo Qingyang draw his sword. I wonder if we will be lucky enough to see it today!"
Everyone's hearts were surging. Although they were far away, they could still feel Pei Qing's power. This sword alone was enough to prove his super fighting power.
"Sword Nineteen!"
A roaring sound echoed out, and Pei Qing's body rose into the air, taking steps in the void. His figure moved like the breeze, free and elegant, but it contained the sword intention of soaring into the sky. He pointed forward with his fingers and shot out wisps of terrifying swords. The light roared and raged, falling like a torrential rain, covering the sky.
Luo Qingyang's expression was calm, and he pointed out the sword. In an instant, the void in his Western Zhou Dynasty was filled with fierceness. The sword light condensed on its own, turning into sharp sword light, and the overwhelming sword rain. Collide together.
In an instant, two completely different sword intents intertwined crazily, bursting out with an incomparably brilliant brilliance. Half of Muliang City was bathed in the sword light, and the eyes of the crowd were closed. Only the tyrannical sword intent was flowing. , which makes people feel heartbroken.
Finally, the rain of swords gradually subsided, and Luo Qingyang's figure was revealed again. This time, his sword was half unsheathed.
Pei Qing's sword was still not drawn.
"Luo Qingyang's sword is half an inch out!"
"Pei Qing hasn't drawn his sword yet!"
"Currently, Pei Qing is slightly better!"
Many people stared at the bodies of the two people. At this time, neither of them made any move, but maintained the same posture as before, looking at each other, vaguely showing a confrontation.
"Draw the sword, let me see how powerful Luo Qingyang is after drawing the sword!" Pei Qing slowly spit out a voice, his eyes shining with the bright and unparalleled sword intent, like stars, deep and charming , showing a somewhat confident look.
"Since you want to see it, I will satisfy you." Luo Qingyang responded. After the words fell, he raised his arms. Suddenly a monstrous momentum spread from him, and wisps of purple and gold colors surged across his body. Brilliant.
The sword he held in his right hand seemed to be alive at this moment. The sword roared loudly, and wisps of sword light lingered on the sword body, making the sword become brighter and brighter, as if it was going to illuminate the whole sky. The reflection was red, and the entire sky seemed to be filled with sword light, endless and expanding, completely suppressing Pei Qing's sword light.
"this……"
"Luo Qingyang drew his sword!"
"He's finally going to draw his sword!"
"The momentum of drawing the sword alone is not something that we can match!"
"I feel it now!"
"As expected of the Solitary Sword Immortal!"
"This feeling of loneliness almost makes me cry!"
"It is said that no one has ever been able to make Luo Qingyang draw his sword, but I didn't expect that I finally saw him today!"
"When the sword is unsheathed, the world is lonely..."
The crowd's expressions were extremely excited, and their eyes were fixed on the slender and handsome figure. They were looking forward to, how strong is Luo Qingyang's real strength?
The space beside Luo Qingyang was surrounded by endless sword light, like rivers of swords flowing down, sealing the void. The sword light kept cutting through, trying to kill everything in the world. That was the loneliness of the world!
