At the level of Meng Qi and Qingyu, the most important thing in the battle is spiritual momentum. If someone suppresses the spirit, plants the seeds, or there is a flaw in the mind, the ten-successful power will often not be able to exert 60 to 70%. When the difference is only one or two lines, , Failure is doomed. After all, no one has the means to squeeze out the bottom of the box. As long as he seizes the flaw and uses all his means, the opponent may not even have the chance to use his killer move after a round of fierce attacks.
Not to mention that the world is so big that there are no magical skills and magic methods. If the loopholes in the mind are large, it can break the purity and fall into the world of mortals. Even the magic of changing the sky and striking the earth can teach the opponent how to behave.
Of course, if you are practicing magic skills, perhaps the more negative emotions you have, the stronger your combat power will be.
On the long street, the people who felt the momentum but did not know why they retreated retreated to one side and looked at the two people confronting each other.
One person is wearing an ancient crown with feathers, standing there like a god descending to earth, majestic, noble, vast, and huge, making people almost have the heart to worship him. He is the same as heaven and earth but higher than heaven and earth. The other person is dressed in black and has a long sword on his waist. Facing the wind, he stood Luo Luo, his whole body straight and sharp, like a sword from its sheath, but this momentum was changing, like a dragon returning to the sea or a tiger entering the forest, gradually harmonizing with the surrounding environment, giving people a feeling of invulnerability.
The long street paved with bluestone is nearly twenty feet wide and stretches for hundreds of feet. It is stained with red and empty. The autumn wind blows, creating a lot of desolation and a temporary glow.
Experts, no matter how ignorant they are, they all have similar thoughts.
In the restaurant on the left side of the long street, Yi Song, the head of the Changchuan Escort Bureau, hosted a banquet for Mo Yunlong and Fang Bai, as if they were not acquainted with each other. The few of them were talking in a lively manner, and suddenly they felt that the long street, which was usually noisy and lively outside, was silent. It was eerily quiet.
They turned their heads in confusion, looked towards the long street, and saw Meng Qi and Qingyu in the confrontation.
Someone Bi Dou Yisong is all too familiar with similar situations.
Due to the distance between them, Fang Bai couldn't really grasp the momentum of the two people. He just felt that they were both extraordinary: I'm afraid they are not ordinary masters, hey.
He suddenly let out a light sigh and recognized Meng Qi's identity: the man in black was the one who watched and described the battle at noon. Qi Zhengyan's companion from the Huanhua Sword Sect.
He uses a sword instead of a sword, so he is not a disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect. Yi Song suddenly understood. Judging from the battle at noon, he had extraordinary eyesight and seemed to have good martial arts skills. He didn’t know who the young Taoist opposite him was.
Judging from his clothing and appearance, he is probably a disciple of the Xuantian Sect. Fang Bai said thoughtfully: It should be a battle between dragons and tigers.
their guesses. Meng Qi could no longer hear their discussion. His energy and mind were highly concentrated, and he could only see Qingyu across from him.
Qingyu's true energy surged around his body, towering like a mountain and noble like a peak. The pressure caused the surrounding airflow to tremble slightly, as if the heaven and earth were worshiping the Lord. The breath spread out, blocking out all prying eyes, allowing Meng Qi's soul to be reflected. It was so blurry that it was impossible to grasp the flow of his true energy and body reaction.
Meng Qi has experienced many such battles. No matter Jiang Hengchuan or Wang Siyuan, he is stronger than Qing Yu, so there is no ripple in his soul. Still relying on spiritual expression and various techniques to connect with the surrounding environment, the posture is integrated with the long street. It seems that if there is an attack, the world and the earth will share the responsibility and the long street will be overturned. Hard to contend with.
Qingyu did not let Meng Qi's momentum continue to rise. He suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the knife. The stars on the sheath were bright, like time flowing by.
The light of the sword lights up, like water waves swaying, and the years shine through the past and present.
Pulled by the energy, Meng Qi grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand almost simultaneously. So fast that only the afterimage remains.
When Zhengtian's injury was removed, Qingyu had already slashed out with one sword. The sword's light was a little bright at first, and then it spread rapidly, with countless changes and interpretations. The sword's light was vertical and horizontal, overwhelming the sky and the earth, approaching in front of him.
Meng Qi's eyes were filled with the light of swords, and he could feel the energy of swords all over his body, as if a single spark started a prairie fire.
The sword's light is like fire, attacking everything.
Meng Qi had a clear understanding in his heart that this should be the essence of the swordsmanship contained in the Fire Emperor's Burning the Universe. Although Qingyu did not perform the killing move on location, he did not look down upon it.
When a master of enlightenment fights, unless there is a gap in strength and he has to forcefully break a flaw with exterior or dharma body moves and escape, it is rare for him to use similar methods at the first moment. After all, you have him and you have him, and the opponent will most likely be able to block your killing move. Let you work in vain, waste your energy, and have insufficient strength.
Generally speaking, they have understood the essence on their own, mastered the unchanging rules of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and palm skills, etc., and they have pushed forward step by step, creating opportunities, and waiting for one party to truly grasp the flaw and gain the upper hand. This is the time to go all out, either to pursue the victory or to turn defeat into victory.
In a competition between masters, the killer move will not come out, and the winner will be clear once it comes out.
Qingyu's Fire Emperor Fen Qiankun came with the power of spreading flames and burning. The weak spots that seemed to be flaws might be replaced by subsequent changes in an instant. The fire was raging, and the flaws could be seen but it was difficult to grasp.
Prosperous and luxuriant
The thoughts in Meng Qi's mind flashed between lightning and flint, and only one thought took over.
Use knife skills to tell Qingyu a good story
A flash of lightning lit up, illuminating the slightly dim dusk. The blade was round, like the void of the sky, accommodating all things.
Threads of purple lightning overflowed and jumped into the air, with domineering power and dignity hidden in it.
Dang, dang, dang, the sound of the two swords clashing continued, and all the flames and all changes were included in the void.
When the two faced each other, they were nearly six feet apart, but after they drew their swords, they were already fighting. No one onlookers felt that it was strange, they just felt that it was natural and should be like this.
Fang Bai and Yi Song stood up at the same time and rushed to the window. They were shocked and cautious. The sword blows made by both parties just now overturned their previous impressions. This was no longer something that a master could describe. The sword skills were superb, the essence was understood, and it was close to the principles of the law. , the strong person on the list is nothing more than this
They thought about it individually. If they were on their own terms, facing such two swords, they would probably have to go all out and use the most advantageous means.
Fang Bai couldn't believe that that boy with exaggerated language was actually such a strong person.
Dang, dang, dang, as the two swords clashed, Meng Qi's long sword flicked out and shot out, passing through the weak flames, and slashed towards Qingyu's right arm.
The blade's purple light is flashy, while the silvery white is dull.
The rest of the Qing Dynasty passed by, and just in front of Tianzhizhi, the sound of gold and iron clashing came out again.
At this moment, the power of Qingyu's sword suddenly surged, like an explosion of fire. It was only a little bit at first, but soon it spread and the fire swallowed everything.
This is different from the force of starting a prairie fire, and it is the essence of the swordsmanship of the Fire Emperor burning the world.
The flaw Meng Qi caught was actually exposed intentionally by Qingyu
The brilliant sword light quickly rushed in front of him, and Meng Qi could only avoid it. It seems irresistible.
Suddenly, Qingyu found that the Tianzhi Shang in front of him had disappeared. It was not disappearing. The sword was like lightning. As if he had already realized it, he accelerated halfway, incredibly fast. Wanting to fight attack with attack, to defeat the enemy quickly
The trap he set on purpose
Qingyu found out that if both sides did not change their moves. He will definitely be hit first, and it is really difficult to grasp how much power he will have left in his hand at that time. The opponent is practicing Golden Bell Cover horizontally, and exchanging injuries for injuries is his specialty. It is extremely difficult to use his short strength to attack the other's strength. wisdom.
His thoughts turned quickly, and he stepped on the wind as if he were stepping on clouds. He suddenly distanced himself from Meng Qi, and the years he slashed towards Meng Qi suddenly turned into wounds slashing towards the sky.
The little Taoist priest is indeed very powerful. If he hadn't secretly used the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills to save his strength and deliberately stepped on the trap, he was afraid that he would be at a disadvantage after using this sword. Meng Qi swung his sword and advanced quickly. The lightning is fast, the thunder is heavy, and the punishment from heaven is fierce. They come one after another, the sword is rolling, and the purple light is jumping. Unstoppable.
Qingyu, however, did not give in and fought head-on. Sometimes the wind subsided and the will of death invaded his body. Sometimes the flames spread, dancing with the punishment of heaven. Sometimes the sword was bright. Break the world of mortals.
Although the two of them did not use any moves in the scene, they still tried their best to show off the exquisiteness of their sword skills. The sound of clanging could be heard continuously and swayed far away, seeming to contain a strange rhythm, which made the onlookers' blood boil.
Fang Bai held his breath and asked himself, if he had replaced any one of the two warring parties, he would have been defeated. Using the five dragon claws would not help, let alone Yi Song, who would have given up on bringing him in long ago.
When the battle reached a critical point, Qingyu suddenly slashed out with his sword lightly, as if he was careless.
But in the void, the air that had been gradually scorching under the previous Fire Emperor's Burning Universe move suddenly ignited, and it really burned. The sky was filled with flames, the bluestones were burning, the stalls on both sides were burning, and Meng Qi's heart was also burning. Burning.
Desire, passion, and anger were raging, and all the fires in his heart were burning together, making Meng Qi's face flush and his soul rippling.
This is the real Fire Emperor Burning the Universe, the location-level Fire Emperor Burning the Universe
But Qingyu actually used it in such an understatement.
No, he has already used the first move in the fight. He is scorching the air and secretly inducing inner fire. After so many moves, the situation is already established. Just a little sword light can ignite everything.
Qingyu is also telling me stories using knife skills
Looking at Qingyu, who had a high nose and thin lips, hiding his arrogance, looking at him who was concentrating and with bulging Taoist robes, Meng Qi suddenly felt a sense of joy that he would meet an opponent and meet a good talent.
Such an opponent is interesting, right
Such an opponent can only be encountered but cannot be sought
In my heart, Gu Xiaosang's white gauze has half faded, revealing watery skin, Jiang Zhi is smiling and speaking, her eyes are full of love, Ruan Yushu swallows the dried arowana, licking his lips with his pink tongue; dreaming back to Yumen Pass, facing the scolding of the leader of the Discipline Hall, listening to The master's pleading, the younger brother's responsibility, anger rushed to his forehead; after stepping through the evil ridge, the guilt towards Gu Changqing never disappeared. It was because he had too little experience in the world at the time that he rashly involved him in entanglements, lust, love, anger, guilt, all kinds of The darkness is burning and cannot be extinguished, spreading towards the heart lake.
In front of his eyes, swords and flames came overwhelmingly, almost destroying everything.
Looking at the flames all over the sky and the burning streets, Fang Bai felt that this move was like a god or demon.
This sword seemed unstoppable.
This knife is indeed difficult to defend against.
If you try to resist now, there is nothing you can do
But Meng Qi is also telling Qingyu stories
He used Ananda's mental technique of breaking the precepts and sword, barely suppressed the fire in his heart, and shouted loudly:
open
The long knife slashed out, and the purple electric light that had been left in the void suddenly condensed.
boom
The layers are stacked one after another, like a bolt from the blue exploding.
Meng Qi secretly used the Purple Thunder Jin from the very beginning, and used Tianzhizhi to mix them with the airflow and persist for a period of time. Therefore, the lightning of Tianzhizhi was not silvery white, but purple. This is a long story. story
And his other purpose is to cover up the crazy thunder that shook the sky. After all, it did not trigger the wound of the sky. It can be easily recognized by others, so it is densely packed with electricity in advance and activated at the critical moment. It has a completely different appearance.
boom
The purple wire grew into a dragon, making constant crackling sounds, and slashed towards the fire net with an invincible and domineering attitude.
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