The entire sword energy was like a red dragon, tearing the air with majestic and powerful power, and making bursts of explosive sounds.
"not good!"
In the distance, the old monster Zhongnan, who had just escaped not long ago, felt a murderous intention coming from behind him. He turned around hurriedly, and his expression changed drastically in the next second.
The sword Qi swung by Qinglong seemed to be cutting through everything in the world, and it struck directly at his back.
If he were to hit him squarely at this moment, even the old monster Zhongnan would probably be dead if he were Daluo Jinxian, not to mention he was just an ancient warrior who had lived for a few hundred more years.
Not daring to be careless, the old bastard shouted in a deep voice, turned around hurriedly, and took out the evil weapon in his hand again. In an instant, a burst of equally powerful energy emerged, and a wave of energy was raised beside the old monster.
Huge jet black hood.
This old thing was completely hidden in it, as if it had been immersed in an ink pool, and its appearance could not be seen.
Just when the old monster Zhongnan had just finished all this, Qinglong's sword energy had already slashed down.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise that shook the sky, and the whole earth shook violently like an earthquake. Sand and rocks flew in the air. Two kinds of infuriating energy of completely different natures collided together. The fierce collision made the surroundings completely enter the apocalypse.
Two completely different kinds of Qi were in a stalemate in the air for several seconds. The protective cover held up by the old monster Zhongnan collapsed instantly like a broken egg shell. A muffled groan came from one of them. In the distance, Ye Huang
Everyone then saw the old monster being thrown away like a kite with its string broken, blood spraying in the air.
The whole process passed in an instant, like a blink of an eye. If not for the fact that everyone in front of me had ancient martial arts background, I would not even know what happened.
"This is the sword spirit!"
Ye Huang, who witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, couldn't help but curse lightly.
The power of this sword is many times more powerful than Qinglong's false move just now. The old monster Zhongnan was still rampant before, but now he is half dead.
"If I could practice to this level, I would be willing to die."
Beside him, Xing Tian's eyes were shining brightly.
All along, Xing Tian only thought that ancient martial arts was just an additional practice of internal strength compared to external martial arts. It was just about cultivating internal strength and Qi, so as to improve his strength in all aspects from the inside out of the body.
It's nothing more than adding a few more years to your lifespan. Even if you practice to a terrifying level, it will only be at the level of a young master.
But now, after seeing Qinglong's move, he knew that he was wrong, how wrong he was.
Just like he had just practiced Baji Quan, he thought that Baji Quan only had external techniques and no internal techniques.
As his understanding increased and he came into contact with more and more people, Xing Tian felt that he was becoming more and more ignorant.
"Maybe one day you will be able to practice to this level. Keep working hard." On the side, Ye Huang patted Xing Tian on the shoulder and comforted him.
Although he was surprised by Qinglong's unrivaled sword energy, he was not too envious. According to what his father had said to him before, if he found his own way, it would not be difficult to use this sword.
It's not impossible.
Since you will reach it sooner or later, there is no need to be envious.
"It seems that after I get back, I'm going to worship Buddha and burn a few sticks of incense."
He smiled mockingly to himself. Although Xingtian knew that Ye Huang was encouraging him, he knew that he was a monk who had become a monk on the way. It was only after he was more than 20 years old that he had the opportunity to practice the ancient martial arts because of the young master.
Wanting to reach Qinglong is really a bit wishful thinking.
"Is this Uncle Qinglong's strongest sword?"
Wu Cha on the side was also completely frightened at this moment. The sword strike just now felt like the end of the world was coming.
Even now, the surroundings are still filled with Nong Nong's sword energy. Although it has dissipated, it can still be felt.
"This is not his strongest sword!"
Ye Huang shook his head and said with a smile.
"Is there anything stronger?"
Wucha was surprised.
This *** can cut through the ground with a sword, isn't it considered the strongest?
"You just heard what uncle said, cracking the ground! Since there is cracking the ground, I'm afraid there will be Zhantian. Do you think Zhantian is stronger, or splitting the earth?"
"Of course it's Zhantian! Master, do you mean that Zhantian is the strongest sword?"
Xing Tian frowned, glanced at Qinglong who was standing a few hundred meters away and put away the Red Sky Sword, and felt even more horrified.
At this level, the cracking of the ground is already frightening, so what will the Zhantian look like in the young master's mouth?
"I'm sure that Heaven-Slashing is definitely stronger than Earth-Splitting, but I'm not sure that's the uncle's strongest move."
If it were in the past, Ye Huang might have believed that Heaven-cutting might be Qinglong's strongest move, because a long time ago, he thought he could rival Qinglong.
However, these few times when the latter came out to help me in critical moments, I realized that on the level of ancient martial arts, I was a genius and a person with a great opportunity to obtain the Xuanyuan Secret of the Yellow Emperor ancestor.
But in terms of strength, he may not be the number one.
Ordinary ways and the most common techniques may not be able to give birth to the strongest ancient martial arts expert in the world.
This is just like when children go to school. You have the best teachers, but not all the students you educate may be students from Harvard and Peking University. The skills and environment are secondary. What really depends on you!
"So, is there anything stronger than this?"
Xingtian and Wucha's jaws are about to drop...
"What are you guys mumbling about? Didn't you figure out a way to fix it? I left him a breath of fresh air. How do you fix it?"
At this time, Qinglong in the distance suddenly interjected.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Feelings have just faded, and Uncle Qinglong's ground-breaking move has not yet been used with all his strength.
If we use all our strength, wouldn't it be like the surrounding area will be blown up by artillery shells?
"Zha Zi, quickly activate the formation and destroy this old bastard!"
Gritting his teeth, Ye Huang hurriedly called Wu Cha to take action. The uncle just said that if this old bastard was full of evil, if he was allowed to run away.
I guess I won’t be able to sleep peacefully in the future.
"good!"
Here Wucha agreed, inserted the last jade piece into the formation where it should be, then recited a spell and returned to Ye Huang and others.
Gradually, a strange aura spread out from the entire formation, and it was as if the evil aura was drawn out of the earth, gathering towards the center of the formation.
"Hurry up and get out of the formation. These are the filthy odors left by people who have left for thousands of years. It's not good to have them on your body."
Stepping out of the formation, Wucha hurriedly said to Ye Huang and Xingtian.
Upon hearing this, the two of them did not dare to neglect, and quickly jumped out of the formation. Qinglong chuckled lightly, and waved the filthy air that was leaning towards him directly towards the old monster Zhongnan with a wave of his hand.
"You guys are quite ruthless in the art of haunting ghosts."
Qinglong seemed to have figured out the way, and walked over and said with a smile.
