The flames were like a net, binding the Canglong, and the sword light was fine and burning, burning every inch.
Purple lightning flew into the sky, a group of snakes danced wildly, the sword was fierce and fierce, trying hard to break through the fire net.
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Meng Qi's muscles bulged, he held up his clothes, and the dark gold flowed, he was doing it with all his strength.
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The sound of violent shouting spread far away, pouring into the ears of Fang Bai, Yi Song and others. In front of their eyes, flames were like rain. With the light of the sword, it burned towards Meng Qi from all directions. The bluestone appeared charred and the stalls on the roadside stood up. Green smoke, a scene of fire.
And in the red flame, with the high-speed slashing of the long knife, purple lightning gathered together, pressed layer by layer, and turned into a long dragon, causing all the airflow to collapse towards it, and the accompanying flames were also sucked in.
The purple is bright and the red is dazzling. When the two swords clash, it is like fireworks in full bloom. It is so beautiful that it illuminates the evening and ignites the darkness.
It doesn’t rely on treasure weapons, it doesn’t have special skills, it communicates with the outside world from the beginning, and it doesn’t have the realm of empathy between heaven and man. The two warring parties just rely on the moves in the exterior scenes to perform a scene that is almost like a battle between gods and demons. It is no longer ordinary. Looking at this In the scene, both Fang Bai and Yi Song deeply felt the gap. They both realized how they could be so terrifying.
They had previously recognized Qing Yu as a disciple of the Xuantian Sect. After seeing such a performance, it was not difficult to guess that he was the Five Directions Emperor Sword, and the person who fought against him should be Cai Ming. It is said that Su Meng, the mad swordsman from Jiangdong, has always been in Jiangdong, so he is a familiar face.
The top twenty on the list are indeed monsters in the awakening stage, they thought.
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The purple electric dragon swallowed up the flames and turned into countless small snakes flying in the sky, creating a brilliant purple. The wound of the sky accurately blocked the years.
The two swords leaned against each other and stood frozen in mid-air. They were in sharp contrast with the rain of fire and purple lightning that fell one after another, as if there was a moment of solidification.
Meng Qi shouted loudly again as the sound of gold and iron echoed.
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There are strong muscles bulging out under his black uniform, and his skin is glowing with dark gold, which shows his strength. No matter how tyrannical the Heavenly Emperor's Jade Book is, it can't compete with the eight-nine mystical skills plus the golden bell shield among them. Moreover, both parties have also initially harmonized the seven orifices of the inner world.
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The years have been cut open by an inch
It was in this one-inch gap that Ziwu, who appeared in Meng Qi's left hand at some point, burst out with brilliant sword light and stabbed Qingyu in an aloof manner.
God and mind, change and immutability, are perfectly unified at this moment. The sword moves remain unchanged, but the momentum changes. There is no retreat, no hesitation, just like a flying rainbow coming from the sky, incomparably beautiful.
This kind of sword light illuminates the eyes of the onlookers, and they feel that beauty and strength are indistinguishable for the first time in their lives.
Qingyu's eyebrows hurt, and his soul seemed to be stabbed by the sword from afar. He had no choice but to show his sword and change. Have to keep
He has a solemn expression and a majestic appearance, like a boy sitting in front of a Taoist priest, or like a high-ranking emperor, but he does not have the appearance of a heavenly emperor who overwhelms the ancients and dominates the world. Instead, his power is restrained. If the water is soft and continuous, it is as round as Tai Chi.
The years circled rapidly, round and round, and a dark vortex emerged in front of Qingyu. It was as chaotic as the Great One, and infinite suction was generated. Attracting vitality to nearby air currents, fallen leaves come to cast their votes one after another
The Black Emperor covers everything
Even the flying immortals outside the sky could not escape this all-devouring whirlpool, but Meng Qi's hand holding the sword was extremely firm, without any trembling, and he controlled the long sword directly at the core of the whirlpool.
In the end, Qingyu just got the idea, and there are still flaws
The long sword penetrated into the vortex, and the air flow exploded with a bang. Ziwu was led astray and had no more strength left. The vortex collapsed, the sword power spread out, and the years echoed in front of Yu.
Don't give Qingyu a chance to regain his temper
Don't give him a chance to regroup
This was the only thought that came to Meng Qi's mind. His fighting instinct caused him to cut off the Heavenly Wound on his right hand.
He now has enough energy and energy to use outdoor moves three times, but the third time was very reluctant, but he can't worry about that much anymore. Giving the opponent a chance means that he will fail.
There were bloodshot eyes seeping out, and thin streams of blood snaked from both nostrils. Meng Qi's eyes were wide open, and the light of the sword was like smoke from the world of mortals, bringing back all kinds of unforgettable past events that were difficult and unwilling to be purified.
Facing this sword light, Qingyu gritted his teeth, blood appeared in the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. His aura changed, becoming noble, majestic, powerful, vast, brooking no resistance, and overwhelming for the rest of his life.
This aura soared straight into the sky, causing the surrounding air to sway, as if the void was worshiping. Qingyu's eyes became cold, neither cold nor ruthless. He was the most impartial, and saw all things as one, with no distinction, no favoritism, and no love. , and no hatred.
In his cold eyes, he did not advance but retreated, taking a sudden step forward, and the years passed leisurely, without a trace of wind, but full of vicissitudes of life.
The sword was bleak, and strange changes seemed to occur wherever it passed. The wind stopped, the flames and purple lightning solidified, and even Meng Qi's Heavenly Injury felt a lot of unimaginable resistance, becoming slower and slower, as if it was stuck. .
Time flies. No matter how many unforgettable things we have, how can we defeat time
As time goes by, you will eventually forget.
nothing can't be forgotten
Duan Qingjing was directly broken, Meng Qi's mind was buzzing, and his already exhausted spirit was backfired. His soul was shaken, and he almost lost his grip on the sword. A mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a blood dance that filled his eyes.
The core move of the Five Directions and Five Emperors Sword Techniques, the move that best matches the true energy cultivated in the Jade Book of the Heavenly Emperor, the Dharmakaya-level Heavenly Emperor's Journey Through Time
If it weren't for Qingyu who could only understand part of the true meaning of the exterior scene level, not many of the top ten people on the list would be able to face its sharp edge under this sword attack, just like Jiang Zhiwei's sword out of self.
He performed three exterior sword moves in a row, one of which contained Tao and reason, and was close to the height of Dharmakaya. Even though Qingyu was practicing the Jade Book of the Emperor of Heaven, he was already at the end of his strength. His change of moves was slow, the connection of attacks was slightly paused, and there were many problems in the corners of his eyes. It's blood, produced by the breakdown of tiny blood vessels.
Meng Qi in front of him was also bleeding from all his orifices, his bun was broken up, and his long hair fell off, looking slightly ferocious.
But Meng Qi took a strong breath and slashed out with the energy recovered from the Immortal Seal.
The sword was as heavy as a mountain, causing the airflow to collapse, forming a vortex in front, and bursting out with roars.
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The Heavy Thunder, which mainly relies on true energy and strength, is one of the few moves that Meng Qi can use at present, unless he activates the Sacrifice Technique, and compared with when he fought with Wang Zai, his Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques have improved greatly, which is very harmful to the body. Control becomes more and more precise, almost instinctive
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Tian Zhi Shang slashed in front of Qing Yu, and he only had time to strike with the sword.
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As time goes by, if light is stronger than strength, Meng Qi is obviously stronger
Meng Qi sheathed the sword, cupped his hand and said with a smile: Accept.
This battle was a bit lucky to win, but a bit difficult to win.
There was a little blood flowing on his face, which made him look slightly ferocious, but also made him feel wild and heroic.
Qingyu sheathed the sword and laughed:
Well worth the trip
After that, he carried the years and passed directly over Meng Qi and walked towards the end of the street. His figure was free and unrestrained. He came all the way just for this fight that lasted less than a stick of incense.
Come up and come back, the rest is useless.
Looking at Qing Yu's back, Meng Qi couldn't help but sigh. This little Taoist priest is treacherous, but he is indeed chic enough and has the demeanor of a true Taoist.
In the fight just now, I was lucky to win. If I hadn't thought about telling stories to the little Taoist priest and covering up the crazy thunder in the sky, and secretly reserved a lot of purple thunder power, I might not have been able to regain the initiative.
If you fall into the passive position and face the three consecutive attacks of the Fire Emperor Burning the Universe and the Black Emperor Covering All Things and the Heavenly Emperor Treading Time, you will definitely be the loser. After all, he almost couldn't catch the last terrifying move when Qingyu was passively defending. , if he takes the initiative to attack, how can he resist
In other words, the strength of himself and Qingyu is between equals, and depending on the conditions of the two sides at the time, the weather, terrain conditions, and the chance of the battle, whoever gets the upper hand and takes the initiative when the game is broken will have the last laugh.
Of course, no matter what, I won half of this battle
Meng Qi was in high spirits, in a good mood, and couldn't help but burst out with joy.
Fang Bai, Yi Song and others in the restaurant were speechless. Is this still enlightenment? They are simply monsters.
However, they also have a strong sense of struggle. The goals ahead are clear. How can they slack off if they are so strong
The people who had not gone far only felt that their eyes had been opened. They could still fight like this during the awakening period. It was simply unimaginable that the two people just now were like gods and demons. Could it be that they were in the top ten of the rankings
Meng Qi looked around and was satisfied with his control over Qingyu. As expected, no innocents were harmed. This was the confidence he had when the fight just started, so he felt even more happy.
At this moment, a catcher approached: Mr. Su, stay back.
As a head catcher, he had already recognized Crazy Knife from the previous confrontation.
Ah, what's the matter? Meng Qi looked at him confusedly.
The head catcher bowed: My Majesty Anyu, I am the head catcher for the governor of Changchuan. Mr. Su, it is a good thing for you to compete in martial arts, but if you damage the long street and ruin the livelihood of the people, you must make up for it. Mr. Su is a brave man. I believe that the people will not let this happen. Hungry and cold.
Meng Qi's smile suddenly froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Then he looked around and saw that the green bricks on the ground were scorched black by the flames, and more than a dozen pieces were broken by purple electricity. There were stalls with goods on both sides, and some of them had overturned. On the ground, some were directly burned, some were split in half, and there were oranges and oranges rolling around on the ground.
It’s true that Meng Qi should be punished for gritting his teeth, but he shouldn’t just bear it himself.
Qingyu walked so fast and looked so carefree, maybe he was trying to avoid losing money in the future.
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