He discovered that this Murong Qiu was not just arrogant, but indeed had real abilities and confidence. The Heavenly Sword was astonishingly powerful, and being able to restrain his own Great Dream Divine Technique was truly a miracle.
As soon as he dodged, he moved into the void to avoid it.
"Chi!" A soft whistle suddenly sounded, and the dagger's light surged again, locking the void, making Yi Qingsong unable to move.
"Humph!" Yi Qingsong's face darkened, and he slowly slapped out a palm.
This palm seems to be moving slowly and gradually, but in fact it is extremely fast.
"Ding..." The cold light collided with his palm and flew backwards, revealing the sword body.
The short sword trembled in the air like a snake, as if it was trying to find a gap to enter.
Yi Qingsong lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand. There was already a small hole in his hand. The dagger was actually able to break through the overlap between his body's protective aura and the force of his palm. If Murong Qiu hadn't been a little inferior in cultivation, he might have pierced his hand.
The more he dared not underestimate Murong Qiu, the more he dared not hold back.
Originally, they didn't want to cause too much trouble, but the Dream Sect is not completely ready yet. It needs time to enhance its strength and accumulate strength. It's just to teach Murong Qiu a lesson to prevent him from speaking nonsense.
But I didn't expect that I would encounter a tough opponent. I had to show my true skills. Otherwise, if I really failed, wouldn't it be a big joke? My own majestic sect leader couldn't beat a disciple of the Demon Sword Sect, and the entire Dream Sect would be embarrassed.
Besides, he was still under the noses of Lu Qingxue, Qin Mengyun and the others, so he didn't want to lose.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The dagger was like lightning, coming in an instant, but it was always blocked by his palms. It could not break through the blockade of his fleshy palms. The tip of the sword pierced the palm of his hand, as if it had hit an iron stone, and the sound was clear and clear.
Moreover, Yi Qingsong's palm power became faster and faster, and eventually a palm shadow filled the sky and enveloped Murong Chou. Murong Chou retreated continuously while urging the Heavenly Sword to attack wildly.
One advanced and the other retreated, but the flesh palm was able to force back the sword wielder. It seemed that Murong Qiu was in danger and would definitely lose.
Murong Qiu's face was solemn, his eyes were blazing like flames. He would never allow defeat. If he could defeat Yi Qingsong, it would be a matter of pride for the Demon Sword Sect, and it would also lead to an alliance with the Die Wu Sect.
More importantly, he can also show his face in front of Qin Mengyun and let her know how powerful he is.
"Humph!" He shouted, and another cold light shot out from his back, and the two cold lights shot at Yi Qingsong almost at the same time.
Yi Qingsong frowned and used his palms to seal it.
"Ding..." Two clear chimes sounded almost at the same time.
Yi Qingsong took a step back.
Unexpectedly, the power of these two swords has not weakened at all, which is equivalent to adding another person. This Heavenly Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation.
"Ding ding ding ding" This time it was Murong Qiu who moved forward, while Yi Qingsong kept retreating, and the situation between the two suddenly reversed.
"Forget it." Qin Mengyun said angrily: "You two, stop fighting."
She could see that the two of them were really fighting, and they were trying to win even if they were riding a tiger. If this continued, people would definitely lose their lives, and the two sects were bound to fight, and it would be a big deal if the Diewu sect was caught between them.
Murong Qiu said with a smile: "Junior sister Qin, don't worry, my Heavenly Sword can not only control two swords, but I am afraid that I will cause big trouble if I kill him, so I am showing mercy, he will not die!"
"Shut up!" Qin Mengyun snorted: "What's the point of fighting?"
"Let me experience the power of this Sect Master Yi." Murong Qiu said with a smile: "Now it seems that it is really ordinary. I am afraid that this Sect Master is just like Brother Wu, his words are useless, and he is ignored by those old guys? Otherwise?
, how come you come to the door in person?"
Yi Qingsong sneered twice.
Qin Mengyun said coldly: "Brother Wu has kept his word and no one can disobey it. You have to say that Brother Wu has been ignored!"
"Haha..." Murong Chou shook his head and smiled: "I know you like Brother Wu and are partial to him, but no matter how powerful you are, how can you defeat those old guys?"
Yi Qingsong said: "As far as I know, Brother Wu has really not been emptied out. Instead, he is like an arm and a finger, and everyone in the sect obeys him."
"Put some money on your face." Murong Qiu said with a smile.
Another cold light suddenly flew up from behind him, and three swords shot towards Yi Qingsong in a straight-line shape, as fast as lightning.
Yi Qingsong waved his sleeves.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" In the clear sound, three cold lights suddenly disappeared.
Murong Qiu's face changed slightly and he sneered: "What a skill!"
He found that he had lost contact with the three swords, and his forehead suffered severe pain, as if it had been gouged by a knife. Apparently, this was a strange secret technique that severed the mental connection between himself and the sword.
Murong Qiu looked at Murong Qiu with a smile: "Although Yutian Sword is good, it is not invincible. Also take a look at my Dream Sword Technique!"
After he said this, he flicked his sleeves and three rays of cold light shot out.
Although Murong Qiu couldn't see the sword body clearly, he felt that it was his own sword. He did not dodge or dodge, and stretched out his hand to gather them into his arms again, but his expression suddenly changed. He didn't recognize the dagger at all.
He was like himself, and the evil spirit shot towards him.
He could no longer dodge, and he was about to be stabbed into three holes. Moreover, the three swords were in the shape of a cross, one aimed at the forehead, one aimed at the heart, and one aimed at the Dantian.
He didn't even have time to avoid his forehead. No matter how fast he moved, he couldn't think faster.
When I was thinking like this, my body was still unable to move, and I watched the cold light coming.
Yi Qingsong was surprised when he saw that he was not dodging. His face changed drastically and he wanted to take back the three swords. However, he did not have the skills to handle swords. He wanted to fly towards them but it was too late. He could only watch.
"Chi chi chi!" After three whistles, three swords shot through an ancient tree and then disappeared into the woods.
Murong Qiu wiped his forehead with lingering fear, but a huge force behind him moved him away.
He turned to look behind him and saw Chu Lizheng wearing a white robe, standing with a smile and his hands behind his back. He was overjoyed: "Brother Wu!"
"Brother Murong, long time no see!" Chu Li cupped his fists and smiled, then looked at Yi Qingsong: "Sect Leader Yi!"
"Calling the sect master would be too disrespectful. Brother Wu, are you okay?" Yi Qingsong smiled and clasped his fists.
He also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Chu Li took action in time, otherwise it would be really troublesome.
However, Chu Li was unfathomable, and his aura was like the sea, which also made him awe-inspiring.
Chu Li smiled and said: "I just came out from seclusion for a walk, but I didn't expect that by such a coincidence, we bumped into each other!"
"What a coincidence, they all come to see Sect Master Lu!" Murong Qiu said with a smile.
He glared at Yi Qingsong and hummed: "It was just a bad move, otherwise we don't know who will win!"
He was quite unconvinced. If he hadn't been obsessed with regaining control of the dagger, he wouldn't have been in danger. But thanks to Chu Li, he reached out in time, otherwise he would have been in trouble.
He secretly glanced at Qin Mengyun, only to see Qin Mengyun's bright eyes turning, staring at Chu Li with a complicated expression.
He felt sour in his heart, but he had no choice but to do so. He still had not competed with Brother Wu!
Yi Qingsong shook his head and smiled, looked at Chu Li and said, "Brother Wu also came here to find Sect Master Lu?"
Chu Li said: "Strive to form an alliance with the Diewu Sect, wouldn't the Dameng Sect do the same?"
"Our Dameng Sect and Die Wu Sect have always had a close relationship." Yi Qingsong said with a smile: "I'm not here to form an alliance, I'm just here to visit Senior Lu."
Chu Li chuckled and said: "Brother Yi has made great progress since he became the sect leader. In the past, he could not tell lies with his eyes open."
"Haha, each other." Yi Qingsong laughed.
Murong Qiu suppressed the sourness in his heart and hummed: "Then let Sect Master Lu choose a sect!"