"Do it!" The prince could no longer continue chatting with Feng Xingying. Who knows if he would be mad at her to death.
All he can do now is take the person back and talk about it later.
"I'm blocking here, junior sister, go back quickly, don't look back!" Qiu Yingqi was a little bloody. After figuring out the situation, he immediately slashed down with his sword.
"Brother Qiu, I didn't expect that your swordsmanship has reached the advanced level." Nangong Jing had some discernment and could tell at a glance that Qiu Yingqi was no longer what he used to be.
Although his seniority is still low, he has already reached the level of the masters and uncles of Lingshan Sword Sect.
Qiu Yingqi was also very satisfied with this move. This was something he had recently learned, thanks to Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying followed Qiu Yingqi without running away and whispered:
"That spirit character is actually not difficult to break. The sword has sword intent, and the spirit has spirituality. Fusion of spirituality and sword intent, by then, your sword will not only be the sword in your hand, but also all the spiritual power in your body. It’s sword light, if you want a sword rain to fall all over the sky, what’s the problem?”
Feng Xingying also didn't expect that the most quintessence of the Lingshan Sword Sect's unified spirit sword would be passed down to her, Feng Xingying.
In the current Lingshan Sword Sect, although spiritual power and swordsmanship are fellow practitioners, they are not integrated and work independently. Or use spiritual power to assist the sword and gun flow attack.
Feng Xingying's suggestion made Qiu Yingqi feel enlightened.
Of course, the premise is that he has been constantly studying the two words Feng Xingying left on the stone wall some time ago, and has gained a lot of insights and foundation. This is the last step.
Feng Xingying originally planned to hide his secrets until he became stronger.
It seems that in order to save his life now, he can only make Qiu Yingqi stronger first. At least this Qiu Yingqi has a clean sword, an upright manner, and takes good care of his fellow disciples. He is a trustworthy person.
After Qiu Yingqi listened to Feng Xingying's advice, his sword light suddenly became louder.
One sword transforms into ten thousand shapes, and ten thousand swords come out like rain.
When he can simulate sword light with his spiritual power and control these spiritual powers with his sword intention, he can really unleash a rain of swords.
In the rain of swords, eight hundred elites were turned into corpses.
Nangong Jing and Su Lingsu both had their mouths wide open and found it difficult to breathe.
Not a single one of his men was left dead. This was just a disciple of the Lingshan Sword Sect, not the head master and his uncles.
"Are your Lingshan Sword Sect going to rebel?" Su Lingsu reacted quickly, pointing at Qiu Yingqi and yelling angrily.
Qiu Yingqi also didn't expect that this move was so powerful. Seeing the corpses everywhere, he was dumbfounded. Although the swordsmanship could not help killing, it was not so cruel.
Feng Xingying reacted quickly and responded with a smile: "I'm sorry, my senior brother is a little obsessed with practicing new sword moves. Your Highness, you'd better stay away. Look at him now, he might have another attack. But what to do
You guys stay away, I'll find a way to get him back to the mountain gate. We are destined to meet again. "
Feng Xingying waved his hand and pulled Qiu Yingqi away, who was still unconscious.
They had only taken a few steps when the prince gave an order and the city defense soldiers surrounded them again.
"What do you mean?"
"You are my default Crown Princess. I can't let anything happen to you, so I can only wrong Brother Qiu. What are you doing in a daze? Come on! Don't get close to him. Everyone uses spiritual power to attack from a distance. Be careful not to hurt Miss Feng. "
This prince is so shameless!
Just rob people, why bother looking for so many high-sounding excuses