For a moment, Qingge swooped down like a fleeting meteor, and the Mingwang sword, which was as dark as the middle of the night, was held in his hand, and the surface of the sword flashed with ripples of light.
Wu Gang stood in front of the mansion and looked up. Under the sun, with his white hair flying, a sharp knife was heading towards him. The speed was fast and sharp, and the attack was fierce and brutal. In an instant, there seemed to be a wave of
Chill suddenly rose from the soles of Wu Gang's feet, reaching straight to the sky.
Wu Gang inspired the spiritual energy in his Dantian and poured it into his limbs.
Therefore, the speed has been improved.
He did not fight Qingge, but turned around and dodged. The Mingwang Sword cut off a strand of his hair, glided down and struck the ground paved with blue rocks.
The green rock, which is famous for its solidity and hardness, was actually cut with a huge crack by the sharp knife. Dust and smoke were everywhere, and fire was flying. From a distance, it seemed that there was an ancient ravine under the blade of the knife.
Around the gully, cracks spread irregularly in all directions like spider threads, densely packed and filled with thin, transparent and invisible spiritual energy.
Qingge held the Mingwang Sword in both hands and knelt on the ground with one knee, facing away from Wu Gang.
She lowered her head, with a coquettish smile on her lips, but her eyes were as cold as snow.
She raised her eyes, stood up, held the Mingwang Sword, and the moment she turned around, she struck directly at the side of Wu Gang's neck. In an extremely tricky gesture, she tore open the sky and pointed directly at Wu Gang.
Wu Gang felt a layer of goosebumps rising on the surface of his body. He didn't even have time to buffer and think before he was shocked by the momentum of the knife. Wu Gang could only rely on his own reaction to retreat.
Qingge held the handle of Mingwang sword with one hand, walked sideways, drew afterimages, and chopped quickly like a magic trick.
A knife, she made it so magical and amazing.
Wu Gang also had a lot of actual combat experience, and the speed of Yi Sword Spirit Master should not be underestimated. Qing Ge kept slashing at him, so he kept retreating and dodging quickly.
Within a few rounds, Wu Gang was already at a disadvantage. Qingge grasped the overall situation and attacked fiercely. One move after another, the spiritual energy spurted out surgingly and lingered on the blade as if it was free.
Gradually, cold sweat began to form on Wu Gang's forehead, and he looked very embarrassed.
Wu Ziling frowned, clenched his sleeves with both hands, bit his lower lip out of nervousness, and watched the battle with bated breath.
Ye Qingge didn't seem to be as easy to deal with as she thought.
Although Ye Qingge is only a cultivator of the thirteenth level of innateness, the aura she releases is sharper and more pure. Not only that, her moves are all kinds of strange, but her swords contain murderous intent, even if she is faced with a sword.
A spiritual master can also remain perfect and not be suppressed.
If she loses, she will have no choice but to return to Luohua City in despair, but if she wins, her future prospects will be very promising.
This is where human greed lies.
Only what you get by being down-to-earth and working hard step by step is your own. Even if you take other people's treasures as your own, they will disappear one day. Then you will sadly find that, in fact, you have nothing.
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At this moment, the battle between Qingge and Wu Gang has reached a fever pitch. It is in full swing. The swords are cold and cold, and the fists are hard and heavy. Every one of you is killed in one blow.
There are more and more people.
Even young practitioners came to watch this extremely exciting battle, so that they could learn from the experience, and even gain insights into the state of mind as they wished.
Therefore, the more powerful a person fights, the more people will watch it. For practitioners, in addition to actual combat experience, only by observing the form of a strong person fighting can they achieve breakthroughs from the inside out.
Qingge's Mingwang Sword has already forced Wu Gang to restrain himself.
Wu Gang also knew that he had underestimated the enemy, but he had already let him go without using a weapon. If he drew his sword now, wouldn't it be a slap in his face?
When Wu Gang was blocking Qingge's attack, he looked towards Wu Ziling. Wu Ziling looked at him with faint eyes, her lips moved silently, and her eyes fell on the sword at Wu Gang's waist.
The meaning is simple and clear, asking him to draw his sword.
If he doesn't draw his sword, if this continues, Wu Gang's Dantian will be exhausted until he is defeated.
At least, it seems now that Ye Qingge's Dantian contains much more spiritual energy than a practitioner of the thirteenth level of Xiantian.
Wu Gang's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly. In this gap, the sword light slashed straight at him. Wu Gang subconsciously dodged it. Even so, a piece of flesh was still gouged out of his arm, and blood spurted out, stinging.
Feelings welled up in my heart.
Wu Gang convulsed, his eyes turned scarlet.
But when I saw him roaring like a mad beast, he pulled out the sword on his waist. The sword was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared, as if thunder was rising vaguely.
Wu Gang narrowed his eyes with a murderous aura.
Qing Ge stopped being aggressive and stood on the eaves, holding a handkerchief, wiping the blood on the knife slowly and looking down at Wu Gang.
Qingge smiled lightly and said in a neutral tone: "Master Wu, I thought you were not ready to draw your sword."
Wu Gang's face was pale, blood was flowing on his arms, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.
He raised his head and looked at Qingge, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, "If I don't draw my sword, wouldn't it mean that people would say that I, Wu Gang, look down on the four kings?"
Qingge raised the corners of her lips, sneered coldly, and said sarcastically: "If I can fight with you, I think highly of you."
Wu Gang gritted his teeth, glanced at the wound on his arm, then took out a medicine bottle from his space bag and swallowed several intermediate healing elixirs.
Within a moment, his shocking wound healed quickly.
Until he recovered as before, the spiritual energy in Wu Gang's Dantian surged up and poured into the sword. Wu Gang stood upright, hugged his fists towards Ye Qingge on the eaves, and said solemnly: "Four Kings, that Wu Gang
You're welcome."
As the sound fell and the long wind danced, Wu Gang stamped his feet on the ground, his spiritual energy wrapped around him, and his body flew straight up, rushing towards Qingge at an astonishing speed.
Qing Ge stood on the eaves, graceful and graceful. She carried a huge knife and looked at Wu Gang who came with murderous intentions with a smile like a flower.
After Wu Gang drew his sword, he felt like a fish in water, like a tiger with added wings. His combat power increased wildly, and he attacked Qingge in the air.
Above the eaves, Wu Gangjian took a wrong turn and held up the blossoming aura flowers. The aura flowers showed their sharpness and slashed at Qingge overwhelmingly. Wherever he passed, the air became thinner. A towering tree outside the high wall became even more...
It was cut into pieces by the aura flower and scattered like a goddess scattering flowers.
And this is the power of a sword spiritual master.
It was even more horrifying than the strength that Qing Ge had unleashed.
The hearts of the people fluctuated with the aura flowers.
Can Ye Qingge dodge this blow?
Wu Ziling smiled——
So what if you have strong combat value and explosive power? In front of a sword spiritual master, under the crushing strength, it is impossible to turn things around and survive.
"Ye Qingge, it seems that you have made Wu Gang angry."
The smile on Wu Ziling's face became more and more charming.