Zhao Qingmei frowned slightly. Although she didn't know why the death of the eighth generation leader of the demon sect had so touched the ghost swordsman opposite, she knew that this was an excellent opportunity.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, the black mist suddenly moved and moved quickly forward.
quick!
too fast!
Zhao Qingmei stepped forward, like a deft wind, and could feel the soul-stirring cold light from the black mist.
"Chi!" "Chi!"
The moment the blade struck, An Jing's heart felt extremely cold, and then he felt that the hairs on his body stood on end.
The Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand subconsciously raised up, catching the two breathtaking blade lights.
"Clang!"
A huge force came out from it, causing his arms to tingle. Fortunately, his body had a tendency to be tempered to the jade bone, otherwise this blow would have been enough to injure him. Even so, his steps retreated. After three or four steps, he stopped.
"What a powerful ghost swordsman!"
Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei suddenly thought to herself, knowing that the move she just made was when he was distracted, but he failed to kill him. It must be said that his reaction was very fast.
"Not a half-step master?"
Luo Chongyang frowned when he saw this. This demon sect leader is not a half-step master as he said. Instead, he has the peak strength of a Qi master. He has also practiced the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire". His strength may not be as high as that of a master. That ghost swordsman is low.
"really!"
Feng Lingyue, who was watching the battle in the distance, felt a thump in her heart, "This demon sect leader is indeed not simple."
When the leader of the Demon Sect said that he wanted to challenge the ghost swordsman, Feng Lingyue felt a little strange. If the half-step master challenged the ghost swordsman who killed the two qi masters, was he committing suicide?
"Ancestor, what should we do now?" Dai Danshu asked at the side.
"Let's take a look at the situation. There's no need to worry anyway."
Feng Lingyue chuckled lightly and said: "No matter what, the Demon Sect will definitely be severely damaged today. It is even more impossible to enter Dayan. Our Five Poison Sect has been stable for a hundred years."
No matter whether the Demon Sect loses or wins today, his Five Poison Sect is the winner.
Many other masters also saw the strength of the demon sect leader, and all of them frowned and were quite shocked in their hearts.
"Tick tock!"
The bright red dripped from the tiger's mouth onto the ground, dyeing the ground red.
An Jing stood there dumbly, neither speaking nor moving.
For some reason, Zhao Qingmei's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. The two Yuanyang swords in her hands trembled slightly, and she felt a chill from the blood.
An Jing chuckled and suddenly recalled a lot.
In fact, whether you love someone or not, your heart will give you the answer from the moment he leaves you.
That kind of tenderness is suffocating and despairing.
"Then let me see the real chapter."
An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei in the distance, with no expression in his eyes.
Zhao Qingmei raised a sneer on her lips and said, "As you wish."
The cold air filled the world. The Suppressing Evil Sword was like a pillar of strength, standing between heaven and earth, exuding astonishing fluctuations. In this world, all the masters were stunned and looked at the person standing next to the Suppressing Evil Sword. figure.
This arrogant and sharp edge makes everyone's heart palpitate.
An Jing's figure suddenly rushed out, with the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand carrying a terrifying and horrifying wave of sword energy.
Whoosh!
Thousands of sword lights rushed directly towards the black mist.
Zhao Qingmei looked at the terrifying An Jing with a calm expression, pointing her finger in the air.
Immediately, there was a riot of true energy in this area of heaven and earth, and a rainbow of true energy, about several feet long, suddenly shot out from his fingertips.
"boom!"
An Jing looked at the rainbow of true energy, but showed no signs of evading it. He held the evil-suppressing sword with one hand, and with the force of the sword wrapped in the sword energy, he swept the sword towards Zhao Qingmei.
Boom!
It seemed as if a deep, mind-numbing voice was spreading in the sky. Above the evil-suppressing sword, there was a surging sword energy. Wherever the evil-suppressing sword was swung, the seemingly majestic rainbow of true energy appeared.
It was actually cut into pieces by force.
Countless people were shocked to see that the ghost swordsman at this time was too fierce.
Whoosh!
And in the light spots all over the sky, An Jing's figure shot out like lightning. In the next moment, he appeared above the black mist, and then the evil-suppressing sword swept over him with a flash of light.
Zhao Qingmei's beautiful eyes flashed across the cold light, and her five fingers suddenly grasped the Yuanyang knife tightly, and slashed it directly with the knife. The blade also danced with light, containing majestic and vast true energy.
The sword light was filled with black brilliance, and it was as fast as a horse.
The swords collided, causing a terrifying sound, followed by a metal storm.
Ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, and the ground beneath Zhao Qingmei's feet cracked inch by inch, and then the fragmentation spread like a wave, spreading to the surroundings.
When everyone present saw this, they quickly retreated away, fearing that they would be affected by the powerful impact.
so horrible!
These two people were clearly masters of Yiqi, but the ferocity and intensity of their duel exceeded that of Puwen Jingang and Duanmu Xinghua.
Just watching the battle from a distance makes people feel chilled inside.
There was no expression on An Jing's face, and the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand surged wildly, tearing open toward the front.
The black mist surged and directly dispersed all Zhao Qingmei's sword energy.
Zhao Qingmei's eyes froze slightly, feeling the crazy edge. This was the first time she had encountered a swordsman of this level.
Upon contact, her heart was surging crazily, and she quickly ran the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" to suppress the force.
"What a domineering evil-suppressing sword! What a powerful sword!"
Zhao Qingmei's beautiful eyes narrowed into a gap. She still remembered that the last time she fought against the Ghost Swordsman at Willow Villa, his strength was not so strong. But now, only a short time has passed, and his strength has grown to this level.
So what if this ghost swordsman is so powerful today!?
Zhao Qingmei's face gradually became colder, and murderous intent swept through her heart.
All things are born with lotus!
At the same time, a huge black golden lotus appeared under his feet. The aura of the black golden lotus was extremely frightening, and it crazily plundered all the energy around it.
In an instant, everyone stopped and looked this way.
The black golden lotus shone brightly in mid-air, forming a strange vortex with the black mist as the center.
The Suppressing Evil Sword floated away in An Jing's hand, its sharp edge not retaining at all.
God's Will Four Symbols Sword Technique! The wind does not stay!
Feng Xiang's sword moves were all about speed, so An Jing naturally couldn't give the leader of the Demon Cult time to use his martial arts moves.
"Chi!"
Feng Han rushed forward, seemingly trying to chop the black nasturtium into pieces.
The two Yuanyang knives in Zhao Qingmei's hands merged into one and pushed forward.
The sword energy from the two knives also turned into black waves and surged away.
The fifth realm of sword power!
Compared with the top swordsmen in the world, Zhao Qingmei's sword power is still far behind, but it is much stronger than the average swordsman.
After the two mandarin ducks merge into one, the sword's energy cannot be underestimated.
"boom--!"
The moment the knife energy and sword energy collided, they turned into billowing air waves that oscillated crazily towards the surroundings.
"You won't survive."
An Jing's body jumped up, his steps were as fast as lightning, he flew forward and stepped on the wave of true energy to kill towards the black mist.
Zhao Qingmei seemed to have expected it, and the true energy in her body surged.
Then a huge energy surged out from behind her, and the terrifying and unstoppable power fell, and the sky above her seemed to turn into darkness.
The black mist shrouded and the energy flowed, with Zhao Qingmei as the center.
The world trembled.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, as if something terrible was about to happen.
She sheathed her two swords and slapped An Jing, who was approaching quickly, with a palm. This palm didn't look fancy, it was just an ordinary palm.
An Jing's eyes were as cold as moisture, but the fingering techniques in his hands were as aggressive as fire.
Nine Yang Divine Finger! Point the universe!
The intersection of the fingerlight and the palm prints is a complete battle between the two people's true energy.
Boom!
At the moment of the collision, the sound of thunder echoed between heaven and earth.
Wow! Wow!
Where everyone's eyes converged, cracks appeared on Zhao Qingmei's palm prints, and finally exploded with a loud bang, quickly floating towards the back.
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei's body floated away rapidly, and the black mist seemed to collapse as it surged, and the heaviest weight actually hit the Dongluo Tower heavily.
"boom!"
Immediately, the Dongluo Tower also collapsed, sending up smoke and dust all over the sky.
An Jing's internal organs trembled, and a large amount of demonic energy poured into his body in an instant, and was then absorbed and refined by the transparent true energy in his body.
"As expected of the "Nameless Heart Sutra", it can even absorb the demonic energy of the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire"."
An Jing took a deep breath and continued to chase the demon sect leader.
"Leader!"
When Duanmu Xinghua saw this, he was shocked and wanted to catch up and stop the ghost swordsman.
"Duanmu Donor!"
Puwen Jingang stretched out his hand and directly stopped Duanmu Xinghua's footsteps.
Many other demon sect masters were also in a state of chaos, but they were all held back helplessly, and it was impossible for them to lend a helping hand to help Zhao Qingmei.
"What a powerful one-qi master!"
When Luo Chongyang saw this, he couldn't help but be amazed.
Both of them are first-qi masters, but their strength is comparable to that of ordinary second-qi masters, and they both seem to possess peerless martial arts and ice blades. The fight between them is truly breathtaking.
"These two are really awesome."
"The leader of the Demon Cult seems to be at a disadvantage. This ghost swordsman is indeed a master who can kill two Qi masters."
"It's too strong. These two people clearly don't have the strength that a Yiqi master should have."
Some of the masters who caught sight of the battle or were watching the battle from a distance felt a chill in their hearts.
Obviously they were shocked by the strength of both of them.
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the surroundings were foggy, blocking everyone's sight.
The two of them fought directly from outside the pass to inside the pass.
The fighting outside the pass also resumed, with true energy stirring and waves rising.
An Jing looked at the black fog in front of him indifferently, and threw the Suppressing Evil Sword forward in his hand.
Wow!
The Suppressing Evil Sword made a trembling sound one after another, and the sword energy flowed to both sides like flowing water, and then turned into a light that separated the heaven and the earth and headed forward.
Swordsmanship!
The sword energy was mighty and powerful, piercing the air in front of him with the speed of thunder.
Um!?
When Zhao Qingmei saw this scene, she was horrified. Her demonic energy had clearly penetrated into the ghost swordsman's body. Why was there no reaction? How could he be safe? How could this be possible?
Although she was very surprised in her heart, her speed was not slow. The black nasturtium flowers quickly gathered together, forming a petal barrier.
Boo!
The Suppressing Evil Sword pierced the air and headed forward, with the tip of the sword directly piercing the petals of the black golden lotus.
Suddenly, the two forces formed a stalemate. An Jing raised his brows, and his true energy was injected again.
"Buzz! Buzz!"
The Suppressing Evil Sword that An Jing had instilled in An Jing suddenly made a trembling sound. The petals of the black golden lotus touched by the tip of the sword appeared with cracks, and then suddenly exploded with a 'bang' sound.
The Suppressing Evil Sword continued to thrust forward, rushing into the black mist.
This time, the Suppressing Evil Sword pierced the black mist, but was ultimately blocked by two blades of light.
Under the black mist, the figure emerged.
Dressed in red clothes that look like fire, her face is elegant and unconventional, and she has an aura of lightness.
It is like a crescent moon, like flowers and trees piled with snow, which cannot be squared away.
An Jing was stunned and didn't even notice that two blade energy pierced his arm.
The stunning face in front of him made him feel as if he had lost his mind.
Yesterday it snowed, today the sun shines. I see green mountains and long rivers. Everything I look at is stunning, but all the stunning colors are not as good as the myriad of charms in front of me.
"Your sword is slow."
Zhao Qingmei waved her two swords and raised her eyebrows slightly.
The two blade lights just now could definitely be blocked according to the strength of the ghost swordsman, but he stood motionless. Zhao Qingmei didn't understand what happened, and always felt something strange was revealed somewhere.
Then, the actions of the ghost swordsman opposite made her even more confused.
I saw the ghost swordsman stretched out his palm and lifted off his mask, revealing the face that people missed day and night.
"clang!"
There was a 'coax' in Zhao Qingmei's mind, and everything suddenly went blank, and the Yuanyang knife in her hand fell to the ground.
The world seemed to be quiet at this moment.
The wind slowly rose up, dazzling the black hair.
The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the fireworks in the world are not as good as the gentle breeze and encounter at this moment.
An Jing walked slowly forward for a few steps, gently touched the beautiful cheek with his palm, and chuckled.