The pear blossoms are in full bloom and the drizzle arrives.
Nangongjie's sword rain burst out, and it seemed that it was about to cover everything.
Ye Que finally made a move. His wrists trembled slightly, his toes lightened, and his waist bent. Like a gust of wind, he zigzag around the ground, and the chopping wind wiped the sword rain and came out.
A sword cut at the edge of the rain curtain.
Before the chopping wind fell, the piercing rain had already come out, and the tip of the sword pierced the heart of the dazzling rain with incomparable accuracy.
There is a real sword in the center of the array!
Accompanied by an ear-piercing rubbing sound, Ye Que unleashed his third and fourth swords, frost and mist. A whistling circled forcibly around Nangong Jie's Leaving Sword, and the bursting true essence on the sword exploded instantly, blooming broken flowers with extremely sharp petals.
Ye Que kept walking, his figure suddenly increased speed, the fifth sword Thunderbolt carried the exploded true essence straight forward for several meters, when these true essence just happened to spread the spiritual power, the sixth sword broke the mountain and the seventh sword cut off the water directly. The exploding psychic energy split into two, just hitting the sides of Ye Que's body.
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Nangongjie's illusion of sword rain disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the real sword hovered naked in the air.
Using Qi to control the sword, the sword is fast and has a long attack distance, but after all, it is a sword that is away from the body, no matter how dexterous it is, it is not as dexterous as holding a sword in your hand.
Nangongjie flew his fingers, his real essence communicated rapidly, and his naked real sword trembled. But as soon as the tip of the sword was lifted, it was hit by Ye Que's sword, then the blade, then the hilt, and finally the blade directly hit the tip of the sword, smashing it into the ground, the eighth sword Lingyun made four turns, one turn Not empty.
In this brief moment, Nangong Jie's spiritual sea completely lost the sword.
Without any hesitation, Ye Que Lingyun was followed by the ninth sword of the scorching sun, while Nangong Jie quickly retreated, and the air sword rushed out, but every air sword could not penetrate the three feet in front of Ye Que. The Qi sword will be chopped directly, and all the cuts will be the weakest and most likely to shake and deflect the position of the Qi sword.
Ye Que's figure was like a scorching sun.
Silently.
unstoppable.
Travel at the speed of light.
When people arrived, the sword came out, chopped Nangongjie's sleeve, cut Nangongjie's shoulder, pierced Nangongjie's collarbone, crossed each other, and the two swords hit Nangongjie's knee again, and finally the tip of the sword pointed directly at him. back of the head.
The coldness returned to its original state again.
It's just that the spirit sword stopped fighting and was replaced by Nalan Rongruo's Qingqiu long sword.
At this time, Nangongjie's Lishen Sword had just broken out of the ground, and his master no longer dared to mobilize any real energy.
After three breaths, with a bang, Nangong Jie fell to his knees directly, with blood trickling from his lips. There was not a single bit of internal injury, and the true essence was running extremely smoothly.
Nangongjie's injuries were all traumatic, from arms to shoulders, from collarbone to knees.
Between ten meters.
Ye Que produced Nine Swords.
They used the introductory nine swords of Qingqiu Sword Gate, chopping the wind, piercing the rain, freezing the frost, wielding the fog, startling thunder, breaking the mountain, breaking the water, soaring the clouds, and scorching the sun. The order of them is no different from that of Nalan Rongruo.
The same sword formula is used by different people, but the results are very different.
Nangong Jie's eyes were full of confusion and hesitation at this moment, what happened in just a few breaths, he was clearly at the Star Brilliant Realm, while the other party was only at the Psychic Realm.
How did the opponent find his real sword in the rain? How to cleanly break one's own sword art? And how did he cut off his real sword? Finally, he kept up with his footwork and stabbed his real body!
Obviously his realm is higher!
Obviously a face-to-face confrontation!
Obviously I am very familiar with the Nine Swords of Qingqiu Sword Gate!
But why is the result so different? Where did you lose? Nangong Jie's face was pale, his eyes were full of sorrow, he knelt down on the ground, lowered his head and remained motionless, he didn't even pay attention to the point of the sword on the back of his head.
It looks like giving up on oneself.
"The victory and defeat have been decided. I just said it. I listened to you. There is no second opinion. What can I do now? Do I have to beg for mercy myself! Yijian listened to the young pavilion master of Yu Pavilion begging for mercy on his knees? Or face Qingqiu As a disciple of Jianmen, it would be better to kill him, even if I survived by chance, my father will kill me when I return to Yuge."
Nan Gongjie closed his eyes lightly, and let him listen carefully, he will face the sword and face the defeat, and he will not be wronged if he dies.
"Now you know how Qingqiu Jianmen's sword is?" Ye Que patted Nangong Jie's shoulder with the back of the sword. For a strong star in the Star Brilliant Realm, this kind of trauma is fatal.
Nangong Jie frowned and said nothing.
"Do you still think it's extremely ridiculous to use a sword to control Qi?" Ye Que patted Nangong Jie's cheek again with his sword.
Still not saying a word, motionless.
After a while, Nangong Jie raised his head slightly, "How did you do it?"
Ye Que was taken aback.
"I asked you how you did it?" Nangong Jie turned his head and stared at Ye Que firmly, "Could it be that you have already broken through the realm of psychics? Could it be that I was wrong?"
Ye Que shrugged, "You read that right, I am in the psychic realm."
"Didn't you use the Nine Swords of Qingqiu Sword Gate?" Nan Gongjie continued to ask.
"If it's fake, you should be able to tell the difference yourself." Ye Que smiled.
"Then why?" Nangong Jie seemed to have a hundred thousand whys.
"It's very simple."
Ye Que's smile grew wider.
"Because it is more powerful to use the sword to control Qi, because it is wrong to use Qi to control the sword, because the sword of Qingqiu Jianmen is the right way, because you are on the wrong road, that's all."
The four reasons actually explained one thing. Nan Gongjie only felt that this answer seemed to explain his confusion, but his mind was shaken, and even the true essence in his body began to become disordered.
"I lost!"
Finally, three words came out of Nangong Jie's mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse, and he was extremely frustrated.
"Admit defeat?"
Ye Que repeated it, then thought about it, looked at Nangong Jie, and finally said, "Since we lost."
"Then get out!"
"Don't get in the way here."
The cold wind blew the water from the waterfall, and the water splashed on Nangong Jie's face, it was cold! Instead of kneeling on the ground, he stood up with great difficulty. He loves cleanliness so much that he didn't even clean up the dirt on his body, so he just walked away with his hair messy, bent over and lowered his head. Looking from behind, he looked like a old man.
Just a few steps away, another word came from behind.
"Remember, my name is Ye Que, Ye Que of Ye Zi, Que of Ning Que."
There was silence on the sidelines, especially Nalan Rongruo, the six disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen, with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost.
Suddenly, a black shadow floated down from the sky.
It was the girl who was riding a goldfish a hundred meters away. I saw that the girl was wearing a black body-fitting brocade dress, with black and beautiful waist-length hair tied behind her back like a waterfall, and her bare feet were white and tender. , with sharp-edged cheeks, bright eyes, but a little hot. At this moment, staring at the sword in Ye Que's hand without blinking, his little tongue licked his lips lightly, as if he encountered some delicious food.
A gust of wind blew by, and the little girl's long hair fluttered with the wind, and her figure was alluring.
His bright eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and he stretched out his finger to point at Ye Que's sword, "Your sword is very strange, do you want to kill people or kill your heart?"
(Second update today.)