Sand and dust filled the air, and a gentle breeze blew slowly in the gray mist, followed by turbulent air waves flying in the sky.

The arrogant and sharp sword intent formed countless sword shadows lingering in the mid-air, and a swaying ink-colored sword could be vaguely seen floating in the mid-air, attracting hundreds of swordsmen to worship.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and within the dust Qiuchen Jian was covered in scars and bleeding with blood, but his eyes became calmer. Everyone could feel the terrifying edge hidden under this calmness.

"Although he has just scratched the surface of the Artifact Spirit Condensation Technique, he should be able to master this second realm in another two months."

Zhang Qing raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised. You must know that compared to the first level of the weapon spirit condensation method, the difficulty of the weapon spirit condensation method has risen by more than one step.

Before this, he was the only one in the entire Maritime Province who dared to say that he had touched this realm a little bit, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him, who had never been ranked among the top three in the Eastern Region Province, could touch the realm of weapon spirit condensation so quickly.

Everyone except Zhang Qing looked at the increasingly solid kendo shadow behind Qiuchen Jian, and their expressions darkened.

Although I don't know what the sudden surge in momentum is, it is not difficult to guess that this swordsman not only did not retreat under their siege, but actually became stronger.

"Don't waste any more time. It will be a bit troublesome to wait for that Lin Mo to come back."

Shen Yuan whispered, the deep sea Yaksha behind him looked violent, the wanton dark blue spiritual power gathered on the broken arm, and for a moment the blood and flesh were blurred, and the white bones were pierced and wrapped with blood to form a brand new arm.

The blue and rough skin of a shark became darker and darker, and his ears stood up, bursting out with a shocking force and heading straight towards Qiuchen Sword.

The trident surged into the angry sea and leaped high into the air. He held the halberd in his palm and jumped forward to slash.

The lion with golden eyes and blue eyes on the other side suddenly exerted force on its limbs, leaving several deep pits on the ground. It rushed towards Qiuchen Sword from the other end, and its golden pupils reflected two dazzling rays of light.

"Proud Sword II..."

The Qiuchen Sword's expression was as calm as the lake. The Black Bamboo Sword floated alone in front of it, faintly trembling, and split into seven sword shadows that formed a round sword array and rotated, scattering into the sky.

Under the curtain of sword light, the Qiuchen Sword floated up and stepped lightly on the black bamboo sword like a sword fairy flying forward. The index finger connected with the sword to face the speeding man and moved forward a little.

A sword light suddenly flew out from the sword array and shattered the golden light.

Then, the Black Bamboo Sword at his feet returned to Qiuchen Sword. In his hand, he pulled out a sword flower and faced Yaksha's fallen trident without any sign of weakness.

The surging waves continuously hit the sword, forming an umbrella-shaped water curtain. The two forces splashed water on Qiuchen Jian's face, and water droplets fell down his cheeks.

"Roar…"

Seeing the Qiuchen Sword entangled with the complete form of Deep Sea Yaksha, the cunning lion with golden eyes and blue eyes spat out a ball of golden demonic energy from the concealed mouth, then turned around and pounced on the Qiuchen Sword from the side.

The lion's claws, which were mixed with terrifying force, fanned the airflow and fell down, and the fierce wind from the palms made the skirt of Qiuchen Sword's clothes crackle.

The corners of Qiu Chenjian's mouth slightly raised, and Qiu Chenjian's free left fingertips fired out several sword intents to strike at the golden-eyed and blue-eyed lion. The lion's claws made a sound of metal friction, forcing it back.

Turning back, just when he was about to break up the surging water curtain in front of him with all his strength, a ball of golden demon energy bomb exploded in the blind spot behind him. The huge impact made Qiuchen Sword shake uncontrollably and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"puff…"

Swinging the sword, withdrawing the sword, the black bamboo sword danced and stretched to form a curtain, removing most of the power from the trident and retreating sideways.

Even so, the remaining power still caused Qiuchen Sword to spurt out a mouthful of blood again, kneeling on one knee, and the arm holding the Black Bamboo Sword was faintly trembling.

Before Qiuchen Sword could take a breath, Deep Sea Yaksha, who had gained the upper hand, grinned ferociously, danced his mountain trident, and hit the ground straight with the Falling Star Hammer.

Resisting the pain, Qiuchen Jian turned over to avoid it, raised up with one hand on the ground, and the sword edge slipped like a butterfly dance, and fell into the deep sea again, leaving a bloody gash on Yaksha's arm that penetrated his shoulder.

"The second soul of the spirit body, the skin toughness and strength have been increased several times."

Feeling the touch from the tip of the sword, Qiu Chenjian's heart sank. The moment the image of Deep Sea Yasha changed drastically, he felt that the level of spiritual power in his body had increased several times, but he did not expect that his physical toughness would also be improved to such a great extent.

promote.

Under his renewed sword intent, the power that could have cut off the entire arm could only leave a bloody wound.

"Let's see how long you can resist."

Chu Tian, ​​who had not taken any action, looked at Qiu Chen Jian, who was still able to resist despite being double-teamed by the two, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

Judging from his age, Qiu Chenjian obviously has better talents and qualifications than him who is already nearly forty years old.

Coupled with the sudden surge in Qiuchen Sword's sword intent and strength just now, he felt even more indignant.

With jealousy in his heart, Chu Tian's palms merged and slowly opened under the entanglement of spiritual power, and a landscape scroll with ancient charm slowly floated in the air.

Spiritual energy pours into the painting, and the originally silent ink in the painting gradually flows, the mountains and rivers are drifting, and the sound of gurgling water is slowly and pleasantly heard.

[Mountain Closure Catalog]

Quality: Liuyun middle-grade spiritual weapon

Function: suppress, trap the enemy, kill the enemy

Introduction: The magic weapon of the mountain demon clan in the secret realm of Fengshan is made of mountain ink paper made of Qianshan wood as the base, Fenglu ink as the foundation, and superb forging. The painting skills include the entire Fengshan scenery.

"Illustrated list of mountain closures and suppression."

When the catalog of sealing the mountain hung high in the sky, Chu Tian made several handprints in succession and looked at Qiu Chenjian with a sneer, who was already somewhat exhausted from the siege.

Suddenly, the double image of the towering mountains was reflected in the catalogue, like a mirage, and a powerful force fell from the ceiling, pressing heavily on Qiu Chenjian's shoulders, making the originally flexible body become difficult to move in an instant.

Without any precautions, he withstood the blow from the front of the lion with golden eyes and blue eyes, and fell into the jungle, breaking the trees along the way.

"Ahem, cough, cough, is this the limit already?"

Pressing his hands on the ground, Qiu Chenjian's face turned pale and blood continued to drip from the wound to the ground, and he wanted to stand up again tremblingly.

However, the injuries that he had been able to endure could no longer be suppressed at this time, and it became so difficult for his whole body to even stand up. His spiritual power was weakened, but his sword intent was still high.

"It's a pity that I couldn't really capture the feeling of that moment."

"Mo Zhu, you must be very unhappy to have such a mediocre master like me."

Lifting the black bamboo sword with difficulty, Qiu Chenjian's smile was so bitter.

Sword madman, swordsman genius, a rare talent encountered by the Qiu family in fifty years, these titles have been spread among the aristocratic families for some time.

But who knew that this so-called swordsman genius was not talking about his Qiu Chenjian, but his brother Qiu Chenyi.

Recalling that bitterly cold night fifteen years ago, Qiu Chenjian felt a few tears in the corners of his eyes.

"If it weren't for me, why would my eldest brother stop his previous practice and go out to find me in a car accident?"

The nostalgic gaze of Yi Yi in the Mid-Autumn Festival in a pool of blood has always been imprinted in his heart and will never be forgotten.

From then on, there was no Qiu Chenyi in the Qiu family. There was only Qiu Chenjian who inherited the title of swordsman wizard, and there was only Qiu Chenjian who practiced swordplay for nine hours a day, non-stop in spring and summer, and non-stop in autumn and winter.

His eyes gradually blurred, looking at the iron halberd reflecting the cold light in his field of vision and the ugly face of Yaksha in the deep sea, although Qiu Chenjian was deeply unwilling to do so, he could not muster any strength.

His manpower is exhausted and he is really powerless.

"Brother Qiu, you're so handsome! Thousands of swords have returned to the clan!"

Just when Qiu Chenjian gritted his teeth and tried to avoid it, a familiar voice of laughter reached his ears.
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