"What a weird swordsmanship. What kind of sword technique is this?"
Many people secretly thought that at this moment, they seemed to be in the sea of swords in Luo Qingyang, listening to the song of national mourning, as if they saw a heroic young man swaying his blood, abandoning all honor for the nation, and protecting his beloved. Gave up his life.
The hatred of the country and the family!
Children love each other forever!
All kinds of complicated emotions lingered in their minds, and many people felt waves in their hearts. Their eyes were red, tears could not stop rolling down, and the grief in their hearts became more intense.
At this moment, they seemed to resonate with the emotions deep in Luo Qingyang's heart. They seemed to be able to understand Luo Qingyang's heart. Unfortunately, they did not have such a state of mind after all, they were just infected.
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The sound of sword chants continued to be heard, like thunder from the sky, and sword lights fell from the sky one after another, harsh and boundless, extremely brilliant and dazzling.
Luo Qingyang closed his eyes tightly and swung the long sword in his hand so fast that the naked eye could not keep up. All he could see was the wisps of bright sword light remaining in the void, as if it would never stop.
He exudes a strong sense of pathos, as if he is fused with heaven and earth, giving people an extremely special feeling.
At this time, countless people raised their heads and stared at the lonely figure in the void, feeling that their heartbeats had slowed down by half a beat, and their minds seemed to have been integrated into the sad sword light.
"National mourning..."
Many people murmured, and their hearts could not help but tremble slightly. National tragedy means the destruction of a country and the death of a family.
In this world, too many people have died due to war. Their deaths were tragic and tragic, and their blood dyed the land red.
An old man commented: "The swordsmanship of the Lord of Luo City uses the national tragedy as a guide to activate his own will of swordsmanship and merge with the grief and anger of the country's soldiers to kill. It is both offensive and defensive, very tyrannical!"
Someone else echoed: "The Lord of Luo City can use the sword as a guide to guide others to resonate with the will of national mourning. This kind of state is really rare. I admire you, I admire you!"
"Well, it's indeed amazing."
The crowd nodded and said yes. They had never seen anyone perform the same sword technique so perfectly.
At this time, Pei Qing also showed admiration in his eyes. Although this scene was short, Luo Qingyang's elegance at this moment still impressed him. He was a true genius.
"Buzz, buzz!"
The sound of the sword chant became more and more intense, shaking the world. The sound of the sword chant seemed to penetrate through layers of obstacles and spread to every corner. Many people present felt that their souls were shaken by the sound of the sword chant.
At the same time, the Ming Zhuque Sword clanked in Pei Qing's hand. His face was full of solemnity, and the aura in his body was released crazily, resonating with the Ming Suzaku. A mighty sword intent surged from the Ming Suzaku Sword. It came out and covered an area of dozens of miles around, trying to suppress the sky.
In an instant, Pei Qing's body rushed towards Luo Qingyang like a sharp arrow, and the Ming Dynasty Vermillion Bird Sword was slashed out in his hand. The sword light roared and pierced the sky.
Luo Qingyang's face was extremely cold, his robes made a hunting sound, and wisps of sword light shot out, facing the attack of the Ming Dynasty Vermillion Bird Sword. The roar of the sword shook the whole sky, and the invisible sharpness raged in Mu Liang City.
A song of national mourning.
A phoenix cry.
One sword cuts thousands of mountains.
One sword, kill Qianqiu.
This was a stunning collision. There was a loud roar, and the sword's intention soared eight hundred feet into the sky. Many people's bodies flew out upside down. Their faces were as white as paper, blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes looked up to the sky in shock.
I saw Pei Qing and Luo Qingyang facing each other from a distance in the void, their sword intent blending together. Two completely different auras were released, resisting each other. The sound of sword chants could be heard endlessly, and an invisible sword intent of destruction spread in the void. Countless buildings were trembling, and many Zhixuan and Tianxiang experts who were still standing before were somewhat unsteady and retreated.
"Pfft..."
Some people with weaker cultivation couldn't bear it and began to vomit blood, which frightened many people. The attacks of Luo Qingyang and Pei Qing were too terrifying. The swords released at will had such tyrannical power. If there is a real life and death fight, what kind of power will explode.
Luo Qingyang's expression was as calm as ever. He knew that this was his peak state. At this moment, even Sui Xiegu, who was in the west of the world's swordsmanship, might be a little behind.
At this time, he had no distracting thoughts, and his mind and sword were integrated.
A sword used the national mourning as a guide, stimulating the will of the sword to merge into the sword shadow in the sky. A powerful sword intention flowed above the sword shadow, making many people feel suffocated.
"You are defeated." Luo Qingyang said calmly, his tone was calm, but his words were extremely penetrating and fell on everyone's eardrums, making the crowd's hearts tremble suddenly.
Was Pei Qing defeated?
After saying these words, Mu Liangcheng suddenly became quiet, and every movement was clearly audible.
"No……"
Suddenly, a voice came out of Pei Qing's mouth.
Everyone's eyes flashed with brilliance, and their eyes were all focused on Pei Qing. They saw that the sword intent around him disappeared, but his aura did not decrease, but became much stronger.
Luo Qingyang's eyes changed slightly, and at this moment, he vaguely felt something.
"You are wrong. This sword will definitely defeat you!"
Just listen to Pei Qing speak slowly, with endless sharpness in his eyes, a turbulent force swept across, like a hurricane blowing, the whole city of Muliang was shaking violently, some buildings had collapsed and fell, and dust was everywhere. Blocking the crowd's view.
Someone was shocked and said: "What a terrifying sword power!"
"I actually felt like I was suffocating, as if my body was imprisoned and it was difficult to move!"
Shocked voices continued to be heard. Many people's expressions changed, and they looked at Pei Qing with dull eyes. Pei Qing's temperament at this time was completely different from before, and he looked even more ethereal, as if he had been banished to the world.
Some of the masters of the Celestial Realm had sharp eyes. They were all top masters. At this moment, the aura that Pei Qing was blooming had faint signs of suppressing them, causing great waves in their hearts.
Luo Qingyang's eyes were fixed on Pei Qing. At this moment, Pei Qing's temperament seemed to have changed. He was extremely sharp and fierce. He stood proudly in the air holding the Ming Suzaku Sword, as if a peerless sword god had descended. He was domineering and arrogant. Any sword intention must be surrendered in front of him.
Luo Qingyang stared at Pei Qing's figure preparing to attack, his eyes full of helplessness, and murmured, "With this sword, there will be no other sword in the world!"
"I can't judge him with this sword..."
