As soon as he used the flying stab technique, the sword qi stimulated the sound of chi chi. Ling Qingshu's sword speed suddenly became faster, and a handful of green lights soared like raindrops, as if a torrential rain fell from the sky, Ming Suwen's estimation of swordsmanship suddenly lost control. This was the first time that the long sword had passed through Ming Suwen's clothes, leaving a hole in it.
The sword wind swept through the thick snow-skinned hair, the tip of the sword passed through the black hair, the raised blue silk matched the cold light on the sword, and a cold light flowed from the sword. The edge of the blade was close to the skin, and the jade-white and lustrous skin was startled by the approach of the cold front, but there was still no hair at all.
When Mingsu asked Fang, at this moment, the dead branch in his hand suddenly slanted out. Suddenly, a dry branch stretched out from the sword energy that came like a tidal wave, as if a sharp arrow was shuttled out of the waterfall. This thorn was elusive, and it happened to be stabbed on Ling Qingshu's thigh acupuncture point. As soon as the Feiliu stab technique moved, his whole body moved in unison. Ming Suwen's stab made his movements slow, and the movements of his slow hands suddenly couldn't keep up.
At this moment, Ming Suwen turned around the sword, and the dead branches spun around, hitting Ling Qingshu in the face. The dead stick was like a worn-out broom, and it had no great power in itself. Ming Su asked the inner strength of this blow, but it still made him dizzy.
The originally rushing sword momentum suddenly became discouraged. Ling Qingshu's face was injured and he did not dare to neglect. He opened the sword dance to protect his body.
Ming Suwen didn't chase after him, but stood there smiling, with dead branches behind her back, like a teacher who slapped a naughty student in the palm of his hand.
"My trick, let's make it."
Ling Qingshu inexplicably suffered two losses in a row, his face was just swept by dead branches, and Jun's face was scratched with several bloodstains, which made him furious. He stared at the slender and beautiful figure of the stunning beauty, gritted his teeth and sneered fiercely.
"It's really good."
He paused, but what he said next made Ming Suwen change color.
"Don't look at the sparse descendants of Daluo Mountain's sect. If you really meet it, you really don't have a pustule. Is the swordsmanship just now the Daluo Swordsman Sutra? It's really wonderful, and the moves are exquisite. I admire it very much."
The person who stared hard at the other party just now was clearly Ling Qingshu, and Ming Suwen should be the one who looked on with a smile and was as calm as ever. At this moment, it seemed that the time and space were misplaced. Ling Qingshu watched with a sneer, and Ming Suwen stared at Ling Qingshu with an unprecedentedly cold gaze.
"what are you saying?"
Knowing that it touched the girl's mind, it can make her mood fluctuate, and her calm face is broken. Apart from ointment, it is the thing that can best soothe the wounds on Ling Qingshu's face.
Ling Qingshu smiled fiercely and said, "Don't you understand? I said, you are really a hero under the sect of Daluo Mountain, and even a female classmate is so amazing."
Ming Suwen stared at Ling Qingshu's blood-stained face for a while, then resumed his smile.
"It seems that your Ling family's ambitions are really not small. The secret of Yeluobao is an agreement between my head of Daluoshan and the Patriarch of the White King Qiguan. They swore that they would eliminate Yeluobao's lords and the same day. Those present and the oath must not be heard by outsiders. How dare Ling Hanzhong break the oath?"
"Broken oath? You really treat yourself as a character."
Ling Qingshu mixed his qi, and the stagnant qi and blood on his thighs went away, and he regained his strength in the first battle.
"Why did my father ignore your covenant? After my Lushan Jianguan captured Yeluobao, the next target might not be Peiping."
Ming Suwen ignored his wild words, and her icy face began to regain a confident smile that seemed to control everything, she said with a smile, word by word.
"From today onwards, Lushan Jianguan is no longer an ally of Daluoshan, and the promise made by the head of my dispatch will no longer be honored to Lushan Jianguan."
"What a arrogant tone! You Daluoshan, why do you stand in the upper position and make demands on my Lushan sword? Speak. A Yeluo Fort was built in the great area of Hangzhou, and it is still not owned by it. It is also a great faction in the world, and there are still incompetent people like you? Look at the sword!"
"Such a sword, the Shunu family is unwilling to look at it."
The beautiful woman in front of her suddenly disappeared, and Ling Qingshu lost his target before halfway through his sword. Ming Suwen's movement method combines the strengths of the three peerless masters. Not only does he travel long distances, but he also moves extremely well in square inch.
Ling Qingshu saw with her own eyes the beauty in front of her that disappeared like a shadow in the daytime, but she suddenly felt a pain in her buttocks. When I looked back, I found that the jade man who had just disappeared was holding the dead branch with a smile, and the author was preparing to move as if he was teaching a child.
Ling Qingshu was furious and shouted, "Damn! I killed you!"
"Ah yo, this sword is not a word, the direction of the sword is wrong."
A bite was cut on his sword, and the slender shadow pierced out, and Ling Qingshu's hip was a hot pain again, and he took another bite.
"Raise your elbows!", "Tighten your belly!", "Hand out the sword two inches.", "The horse's stance is useless.", "The position of the station is also wrong."
Ming Suwen's Qinggong was far superior to him, and his martial arts was also superior. He instantly turned into a swordsman master of Lushan Jianguan, and chased after him for 13 or 4 times. The back of the buttocks slapped, and blood was gradually seen. Ling Qingshu was furious, turned around and stabbed, but he couldn't succeed. As if being followed by a ghost, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape Ming Suwen's whip.
"Don't be mad, bitch!!"
Ling Qingshu shouted, and his aura suddenly changed.
"Yoyo, this sword is a bit interesting."
He picked up the sword and stepped forward. From the moment he ran, the sword energy around him was wrapped around the sword body. When he took the third step, the sword energy was already incomparably powerful. Looking at this sword, it may not be as delicate and subtle as the one just now. It is the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens', but when it comes to the majestic and surging atmosphere, it is far superior. Ling Qingshu just ran for a few steps, and the sword qi was already so strong. As for him picking up the sword, when he stabbed the sword, the accumulated sword qi burst out, and it really blew thousands of miles.
The flying thorn technique is most about talent and talent, and the flying thorn technique suitable for everyone is different. This move 'flying down three thousand feet' is the most skilled move in Ling Hanzhong's life. From the very beginning, he taught Ling Qingshu the basics of the flying thorn technique, and he taught it in the form of this technique. It was because of the triple flying stabbing technique that Ling Qingshu had learned, this technique was the one he was most skilled at and the most transparent.
He started practicing this thorn from a young age and has practiced it millions of times. Among them, the skillful and ingenious, the advance and retreat of Yin and Yang, the master is really to the end, and the contempt is added.
Mingsu laughed while giggling, and did not move her delicate body. A dead branch made a circle in the air, and then chopped in the air. Her slash was not very good, but where the dead branches fell, the momentum suddenly changed, and the force was everywhere, and the wind was screaming.
With just these two strokes, the sword energy of 'flying down three thousand feet' suddenly deflected, and all of them stabbed in a completely different direction from the original setting. The two swords Mingsu asked seemed to have changed the space, preventing the sword energy from rushing towards him.
The essence of this "flying down three thousand feet" lies in the word "tired", which is to run one's own internal strength to the peak, and then use a unique mind to make the sword qi not leak out, trapping the sword qi that permeates the whole body, Until it can't be trapped, nature breaks out like a flash flood. It is like a dam blocking the water. When the dam is overwhelmed by the excess water, there is a natural power of galloping at that moment, and the power of the trick is often stronger than its own strength. In the final analysis, it is accumulated.
Therefore, after this offensive move, the person and the sword energy are integrated into one, like a boat going down with the current. Because this trick is to accumulate the power, but also more than one's own power. Once issued, even if you are yourself, you cannot change the orientation.
It was this that Mingsu asked to see through. She did not focus on the confrontation with the flying stabbing technique, but directed the direction of the sword flow away from herself. As long as the sword flow deviates a little, even Ling Qingshu himself cannot control it back.
Sure enough, Ling Qingshu followed Jianliu and stabbed at least three feet. Mingsu asked not to bully him. When he passed by, the dead branches swept three times on him, causing his skin to tear open. , still almost screaming in pain.
Ling Qingshu's sword pierced the air completely, lying on the ground and gasping for breath, his eyes were red, and his clothes were messy. The three strokes he was pumped by Ming Su Wen were not only traumatic injuries to the skin, but the force was sent into the body, but they were internal injuries.
"... You are... Da Luo Kongzhang."
Mingsu asked with a smile: "This is the empty sword. I integrated the empty palm into the sword technique. The trick is much simpler, but it is more lethal than the empty palm. It's a pity that you have hit a long way, and there is no chance for you to see it. Click. Otherwise... you should have been ripped off by now."
Ling Qingshu stopped talking, just closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
"It seems that it's your first day on the rivers and lakes."
Ming Suwen walked over slowly, although his words were rude, his voice was still elegant and pleasant.
"Yeluobao is not easy to mess with, but Daluoshan is easy to mess with? You can come to this conclusion, it means that Ling Hanzhong does have a waste son who is not worth dying for."
After a long time, Ling Qingshu let out a 'uh', barely propped himself up and got up. His body was shaking, as if he could barely walk. Although it is unavoidable to be suspected of showing off, according to Ming Suwen's judgment, in his current state, he has only five successes left at most. If you fight again, there is less hope.
Ling Qingshu threw his saber, raised his hands, and shouted loudly, "I'm convinced!!"
Ming Su asked suddenly and stopped: "What did you say?"
"I'm convinced! I'm taking it! Young lady Ming is highly skilled in martial arts, so I will worship her! As long as Young Lady Ming has a wish, she will follow her heart and mind!"
Although the words of surrender were spoken, the playful and arrogant elements in his tone could not be concealed.
"Girl, quickly arrest me, this human-faced bastard, to comfort Miss Zhang's spirit in the sky! If you don't arrest me, I will definitely harm others again, and the damage will be endless!"
Minsu frowned.
"What tricks are you playing?"
"What's wrong with me? Didn't I just capture it? The girls beat me up like this, how could I not surrender?"
Ling Qingshu's confidence is written on his face, not bluff. But what else did he use