"Twenty swords!"
Pei Qing let out a sound in his mouth, and in an instant, the void fluctuated violently, and wisps of terrifying Nirvana Sword Intent flowed into the void. It seemed that even the surrounding space was about to collapse, and the space instantly became a sword. The world's aura of destruction spread from Pei Qing's body.
"boom!"
Pei Qing took a step forward, and his body suddenly leapt out. The clothes on his body made a hunting sound, and the Ming Suzaku was suspended above his head, exuding an astonishingly sharp aura, as if thousands of troops were galloping and roaring past.
Luo Qingyang's eyes were slightly focused, and he moved forward instead of retreating. The power of the sword was billowing from his body, and an invisible sword energy spurted out, as if it wanted to penetrate everything.
The next moment, two figures suddenly approached, and the sword tips collided with each other. The sword force was raging, and the nearby high-rise buildings began to collapse continuously, and the ground cracked with traces. Both of them reached the ultimate sword speed, and the sword shadows continued. It flickered, as if countless sword lights were transformed into it.
When the sword intent dissipated, only two young figures were seen standing ten feet apart, looking at each other with stern expressions.
"So fast!"
"In an instant, they changed positions!"
"It seems that the building can no longer bear it and is about to collapse!"
Countless people stared at this scene with their mouths agape, their heartbeats seemed to have stopped at this moment. This level of confrontation was difficult to describe in words. They could only barely capture the afterimages, and even the specific figures of the two people were hard to come by. distinguish.
"The sword has been drawn, it's my turn!"
Pei Qing said indifferently, and then he stepped forward, and his figure flashed out in an instant. In an instant, endless sword light converged on the Ming Dynasty Vermillion Bird Sword, and a lifelike phantom of the flaming bird emerged, releasing an unparalleled power. Heat and incineration power.
There was only a dull sound, the sound of the sword was deafening, and the flame bird swooped down, carrying the terrifying power of burning mountains and boiling seas. The blazing temperature made the spiritual energy around Mu Liang City become hot.
"break."
Luo Qingyang shouted low, and the sword light around him suddenly turned into a complicated sword pattern all over the sky. The endless sword light bloomed, as if there were hundreds of millions of divine soldiers shouting in unison, slashing out with one sword, the power of the sword tore through the space, and the flame god The birds collided together, and in an instant, the sky was filled with sword light, which was annihilated.
"Sword twenty-one!"
Pei Qing continued to swing his sword, and endless sword energy bloomed from his palm. This sword was faster and fiercer than any previous sword. The sword light cut through the sky, with a devastating power, like a sword that shattered the void and destroyed everything. Crush.
"Mrs. Xiang!"
A serious look appeared on Luo Qingyang's brows, he stepped out suddenly, his body swayed upwards, and thrust out a sword. The sword's light was stretched for three hundred miles, making him invincible.
"Da Si Ming!"
"Young Master!"
Luo Qingyang's heart was still, and he waved the long sword in his hand, performing the eleven-style sword dance. Each sword was faster, and each sword was more lonely than the other. The sword intention became more fierce, the stronger the sword intention was, and the more terrifying the sword power was.
In an instant, the entire city of Muliang was wrapped in this lonely and desolate sword intent. Many people felt as if their souls were about to leave their bodies, their hearts twitched violently, and their whole bodies trembled.
The world is lonely and the vicissitudes of life have passed through the ages.
This sword explains true loneliness.
I saw that the power of the sword surged crazily and finally turned into substance. The sword light surged and flooded the world. It seemed that this sword was not slashing at Pei Qing, but at all living beings.
The lonely mood enveloped the whole city, and everyone was lost in it again. This sword intention was so strong that they couldn't help but lose their minds.
"So strong, this is actually Luo Qingyang's own sword style, it's really terrifying!"
"It's so sad. I feel like my life has been wasted."
"It's hard to imagine how Luo Qingyang felt when he created this sword style!"
"Is this the sword intention of Gu Jianxian?"
Many people murmured to themselves, and their moods were quite complicated. This sword was wonderful, but it was also full of sadness and loneliness, making everyone watching the battle feel a sense of desolation, as if, they I am the protagonist of this sword. I have experienced all kinds of life, and along the way, I have never had a smiling face. This is the most amazing thing.
"I got a sword by chance a few days ago, please enlighten me!"
Facing Luo Qingyang's successive attacks, the sword in Pei Qing's hand became faster. His sword light flickered on and off, like a swimming snake. The sword's power was ethereal, and the trajectory of each sword was completely covered. , people can’t find the rules.
"This sword is called "Fenghuaxueyue"!"
Pei Qing murmured softly, and in an instant, the sword in his hand became weak and boneless, floating in the air as if it had no weight.
Those sword lights seemed to come to life, turning into white lotus flowers, slowly rotating, beautiful and moving. However, the sword light had a bone-chilling coldness, as if it could freeze everything.
Luo Qingyang's loneliness in the world and Pei Qing's romance were completely different. However, when the two swords collided, a terrifying storm swept through the entire city of Muliang. Infinite sword intent bloomed, leaving the city. The nearest high-rise buildings and the ground all exploded and turned into rubble.
"What a terrifying sword power."
"I felt good about that sword!"
"The two swordsmen seem to be opposites!"
"Pei Qing actually possesses two sword intentions?"
"So strong. Is this the master of swordsmanship in the world? I still practice a sword like a bird?"
"One person can actually have two sword intentions!"
Everyone's hearts were trembling, and their eyes were fixed on the ring. The two swords just now were so gorgeous that it was impossible to tell who was winning and who was losing.
The breeze blew and the smoke dispersed.
Everyone's eyes followed the smoke and dust, and they saw Luo Qingyang and Pei Qing still standing proudly. Both of them had several sword marks on their bodies, and their clothes were dyed red with blood, but the aura on their bodies was stronger. , his eyes were piercing, like two peerless swords, showing the aura of looking down upon the world.
"Why don't you use the sword that opens the Tianmen?" Luo Qingyang said calmly, seeming to be a little regretful.
A strange light flashed in Pei Qing's eyes: "You haven't fired the last two swords yet."
"So you are waiting for my last two swords. Why? Are you going to complete your own swordsmanship?" Luo Qingyang could feel that Pei Qing's Fenghuaxueyue move was not perfect. It should be defective, or in other words, it was not complete yet. Enlightenment.
"There is still a bit of reverie." Pei Qing said without any secret, "Although my self-created swordsmanship is superb, it still lacks a bit of charm."
"In that case, I will make it happen for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Qingyang walked towards Pei Qing with a long sword in his hand. His figure was like lightning, and his sword screamed like thunder. Every time he took a step, a violent rumbling sound came from the void, shaking the heartstrings of the crowd.
At this moment, Luo Qingyang's whole body was bathed in bright brilliance, as if the sword fairy had arrived. He raised his arm, and endless sword energy surrounded him, forming a sword field. His eyes were cold, and there was only sword light in his eyes. With one sword thrust, a streak of The sword light pierced the sky and swept out.
The tenth form of Nine Songs and Sword Dance!
He Bo!
