Chapter 132 What is the sword power of Qingmu Sword Immortal?
"It's about to begin, it's about to begin!"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, stand back a little!"
“Whose oregano is raising its head?!”
"How did you know?"
The crowd was in a commotion. Two peerless swordsmen were asking for their swords. It was rare for ordinary people to see them in their lifetimes, so naturally they were extremely excited.
If you are too far away, you are afraid of not being able to see clearly, if you are too close, you are afraid of being affected, so that the crowd rises and falls like a wave.
Of course, there are also towering lighthouses facing the waves.
He has dry white hair, a bleak figure and a depressed face, like a dying person, but he is full of energy.
In the blink of an eye, a beautiful figure wearing an evil ghost mask and shiny white hair appeared behind the former.
"Why did you come out?"
"Watch a show."
Ji Ruofeng said calmly:
"With such a big thing happening in Tianqi City, it's natural to come and take a look."
"Your injury is not healed," Ji Xue hesitated, "and it wasn't the Qingmu Sword Immortal who was there to heal you, there was..."
"It's flawed, right?" Ji Ruofeng added with a smile, "I'm a dead person, so what more can I ask for?"
Ji Xue stopped talking.
At the same time, everyone retreated again and kept a sufficient distance from the two people in the field.
Ji Ruofeng's eyes flickered:
"Here we go, two peerless swords."
The strong wind suddenly rose, the swords touched each other, and the sword intent soared like a rising dragon.
Neither Fang Ping nor Luo Qingyang drew their swords, but the cracked stone bricks under their feet were crushed into powder and moved away in circles like ripples.
With the help of the "ripples" of stone powder, everyone can see the collision of swords more intuitively.
Before the two men even drew their swords, the collision of lightsabers was shocking.
"What exactly counts as sword power... Gu Jianxian is miserable. Where is the Fourth Master? What about me?" Lei Wujie asked in confusion.
Xie Xuan, who had just returned to the teahouse, explained:
"The power of the sword can only be possessed by master swordsmen, and it is unique. Gu Jianxian was born without a father or a mother. Almost all his sect was wiped out. The person he liked remarried twice, but he was the only one who did not marry him.
"Therefore, his sword is the most miserable."
Xie Xuan paused:
"The power of my sword is Confucian anger, just like myself. The power of the Angry Sword Immortal is anger, just like his domineering sword.
"As well as Dao Sword Immortal's Tao, Li Hanyi's landscape, and the meaning of nature. They are all unique to them.
"The stronger the sword is, the stronger the sword is."
Li Fansong asked:
"Then what is the power of Sword Immortal Aoki's sword?"
Lei Wujie and others looked at him, also wanting to know the answer.
Xie Xuandao:
"His sword power... in one word, immortal!
"I have been observing Fang Ping for a long time. He is neither happy with things nor sad with himself. He will do some strange things that people cannot understand. It is as if there is another world in his heart. In other words, he looks at the world like an outsider.
The angle is different from ours,
"He respects his predecessors, but does not respect the emperor. His attitude toward Li Changqing is better than that of Emperor Mingde.
"He is the most vengeful person I have ever seen. The underground river is gone and his roots are almost extinct, but he still doesn't let go of a small fish or shrimp.
"At the same time, he occasionally gave alms and stayed in Qingzhou for more than a month, just to treat a certain lustful person who refused to change despite repeated admonitions. His patience was far beyond his usual.
"To sum up, he follows his own will and is unpredictable. He only does his own thing and cares less about the consequences of others. His actions are like an immortal's, and his sword skills are also like an immortal's."
Xie Xuan looked at Fang Ping with deep eyes:
"Moreover, after he came back this time...it seemed different."
At the same time, the collision of swords in the field reached its peak, and the two forces moved repeatedly. However, Fang Pingyun was calm and gentle, while Luo Qingyang tried his best.
Finally, the two men drew their swords.
Luo Qingyang accumulates momentum in the sword dance, the first form is Donghuang Taiyi, the sword is as powerful as a ten thousand sword.
The Jiu Ge Sword slashed out, and what came forward was a long sword of silver light, with a dragon shadow engraved on one side and a seven-star light track engraved on the other.
Luo Qingyang performed the sword dance, and Fang Ping also used the newly learned Twelve Xuanyin Swords.
——My way of heaven and earth is my own!
"Zheng——"
The two sharp blades touched each other, and an unprecedented sound rippled out, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears and frown.
Luo Qingyang retreated three steps and then counterattacked, using the three swords of Yunzhong Jun, Xiang Jun and Xiang Lady at extremely fast speeds.
The speed of his sword made Xie Xuan sigh in surprise.
But Fang Ping went even further than him, having already slashed Xuanyin's second sword - the Tianlei Guowo Sword.
"Boom——"
Thunder roared, and the thunder clouds in the sky condensed instantly, as if they had been prepared for a long time. As Fang Ping slashed down with his sword, the thunder that was as thick as the mouth of the well quickly fell to the ground.
Everyone's eyes trembled. Have they ever heard that the Thunder Gate Thunder Finger can draw thunder from the nine heavens, and the sword can also do it?
The turbulent thunder fell, causing Luo Qingyang to dance with his sword. The moment the thunder disappeared, he continued to draw his sword, but unexpectedly Long Yuan struck first.
There is clearly only one sword, but there are thousands of sword energies around it, including powder, stone bricks, wooden doors, and everything else.
The third sword of Xuanyin - the sword of all things.
"Zheng——"
There was another roar that resounded through the sky. Long Yuan violently lifted up from the bottom. Luo Qingyang and Jiu Ge took off on the spot and landed a hundred meters behind them.
If he hadn't held the sword with both hands at the end, Jiu Ge would have definitely let go.
"Luo Qingyang is going to lose," Ji Ruofeng said calmly, "While he became stronger, Fang Ping seemed to have experienced something."
Before Ji Xue could speak, the swordsman beside her retorted:
"This is just the beginning. Both of them are sword immortals and both are in the Mystic Realm of Immortality. Can you decide who wins or loses?"
Ji Ruofeng was too lazy to look at him and said in a calm tone:
"I'm sure, and you're wrong. Luo Qingyang is the Sword Immortal, Fang Ping is not...according to that Immortal's words, he should be called the Sword God."
The swordsman looked strange and muttered:
"Who is this old man? He talks strangely.
"And you can judge the difference between sword immortal and sword god?"
Ji Xue shook her head slightly and sighed, why are people in the world always so stupid?
Ji Ruofeng laughed:
"Ji Ruofeng, Baixiaoji, do you think I can comment?"
"..."
The latter looked stunned and reacted for a while before exclaiming:
"The master of Baixiao Hall?!"
The swordsman still has doubts. Baixiaotang is as secretive as a shadow in the world, and the leader is even more mysterious. How could he appear directly in Tianqi City and declare his identity?
However, when King Bai and King Yong'an came to invite Ji Ruofeng into the teahouse for a brief chat, the swordsman suddenly understood.
At this time, Luo Qingyang had jumped to the mountain ghost.
His figure is like a ghost, showing no breath or appearance, making no sound when stepping on stone dust, dancing with his sword very quietly, and possessing a very murderous aura.
Coincidentally, Fang Ping also used the best of the twelve swords of Xuanyin - let me do whatever I want with the world.
"bass--"
There was a soft sound that cut through the air, and there was a flash of sword light in the field. Luo Qingyang teleported behind Fang Ping like a ghost, but Fang Ping disappeared in an instant.
Everyone's doubts arose, and that handsome figure in black clothes appeared out of thin air again, with his toes on the tip of the Jiu Ge sword, his expression indifferent.
"hiss--"
Lei Wujie took a deep breath and said in shock:
"Provocation, pure provocation, stepping on the opponent's sword with your foot, isn't this lonely swordsman going to be so angry?"
Xie Xuan smiled knowingly:
"Luo Qingyang is the Desolate Sword. If this move can anger him, it will also break the Desolate Sword's power, making it easier to win."