He discovered that this Murong Qiu was not just arrogant, but indeed had real abilities and confidence. The Heavenly Sword was astonishingly powerful, and being able to restrain his own Great Dream Divine Technique was truly a miracle.
As soon as he dodged, he moved into the void to avoid it.
"Chi!" A soft whistle suddenly sounded, and the dagger's light surged again, locking the void, making Yi Qingsong unable to move.
"Huh!" Yi Qingsong's face darkened and he slowly clapped his hand.
This palm seems to be moving slowly and gradually, but in fact it is extremely fast.
"Ding..." The cold light collided with his palm and flew backwards, revealing the sword body.
The short sword trembled in the air like a snake, as if it was trying to find a gap to enter.
Yi Qingsong lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand. There was already a small gash in his hand. The dagger was actually able to break through the overlap between his body's protective aura and the force of his palm. If Murong Qiu hadn't been a little inferior in cultivation, he might have pierced his palm.
He dared not underestimate Murong Qiu more and more, and did not dare to hold back any more.
Originally, they didn't want to make things too tense, but the Dream Sect is not completely ready yet. It needs time to enhance its strength and accumulate strength. It just wants to teach Murong Qiu a lesson to avoid speaking out of control.
But he didn't expect to encounter a tough opponent. He had to show his true skills, otherwise if he really failed, wouldn't it become a big joke? His majestic sect leader couldn't beat a disciple of the Demon Sword Sect, and the entire Dream Sect would be embarrassed.
Besides, he was still right under the noses of Lu Qingxue, Qin Mengyun and the others, so he didn't want to lose even more.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The dagger was like lightning, coming in an instant, but it was always blocked by his palms. It could not break through the blockade of the fleshy palms. The tip of the sword pierced the palm as if it hit an iron stone, and the sound was clear.
Moreover, Yi Qingsong's palm power became faster and faster, and eventually a palm shadow filled the sky and enveloped Murong Chou. Murong Chou retreated continuously while urging the Heavenly Sword to attack wildly.
One advanced and the other retreated, but the flesh palm was able to force back the sword wielder. It seemed that Murong Qiu was in danger and would definitely lose.
Murong Qiu's face was solemn, his eyes were blazing like flames. He would never allow defeat. If he could defeat Yi Qingsong, it would be a matter of pride for the Demon Sword Sect, and it would also lead to an alliance with the Diewu Sect.
More importantly, he can also show his face in front of Qin Mengyun and let her know how powerful he is.
"Hmph!" He shouted, and another cold light shot out from his back. The two cold lights shot at Yi Qingsong almost at the same time.
Yi Qingsong frowned and used his palms to seal it.
"Ding..." Two clear chimes sounded almost at the same time.
Yi Qingsong took a step back.
Unexpectedly, the power of these two swords has not weakened at all, which is equivalent to adding another person. This Heavenly Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation.
"Ding ding ding ding" This time it was Murong Qiu who moved forward, while Yi Qingsong kept retreating, and the situation between the two suddenly reversed.
"Forget it." Qin Mengyun said angrily: "You two, stop fighting."
She could see that the two of them were really fighting, and they had to win if they were riding a tiger. If this went on, people would definitely lose their lives, and the two sects were bound to fight, and it would be very dangerous for the Diewu Sect to be caught in the middle.
Murong Qiu smiled and said: "Junior sister Qin, don't worry, my Heavenly Sword can not only guard two swords, but I am afraid that I will cause big trouble if I kill him, so I am showing mercy, he will not die!"
"Shut up!" Qin Mengyun snorted: "What's the point of fighting?"
"Experience the power of this Sect Master Yi." Murong Qiu said with a smile: "Now it seems that it is really ordinary. I am afraid that this Sect Master is just like Brother Wu, his words are useless, and he is ignored by those old guys? Otherwise? , how come you come to the door in person?"
Yi Qingsong sneered twice.
Qin Mengyun said coldly: "Brother Wu has kept his word and no one can disobey it. You must say that Brother Wu has been ignored!"
"Haha..." Murong Chou shook his head and smiled: "I know you like Brother Wu and are partial to him, but no matter how powerful you are, how can you defeat those old guys?"
Yi Qingsong said: "As far as I know, Brother Wu is not being ignored. Instead, he is like an arm and a finger, and everyone in the sect obeys."
"Put some money on your face." Murong Qiu said with a smile.
Another cold light suddenly flew up from behind him, and three swords shot towards Yi Qingsong in a straight-line shape, as fast as lightning.
Yi Qingsong waved his sleeves.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" In the clear sound, three cold lights suddenly disappeared.
Murong Qiu's face changed slightly and he sneered: "What a skill!"
He found that he had lost contact with the three swords, and his forehead suffered severe pain, as if it had been gouged by a knife. Apparently, this was a strange secret technique that severed the mental connection between him and the sword.
Murong Qiu looked at Murong Qiu with a smile: "Although Yutian Sword is good, it is not invincible. Also take a look at my Dream Sword Technique!"
After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and three rays of cold light shot out.
Although Murong Qiu couldn't see clearly the sword body, he felt that it was his own sword. He did not dodge or avoid it, and stretched out his hand to bring them back into his arms, but his expression suddenly changed. He didn't recognize the dagger at all. He was like himself, and the evil spirit shot towards him.
He could no longer dodge and was about to be stabbed into three holes. Moreover, the three swords were in the shape of a cross, one aimed at the forehead, one aimed at the heart, and one aimed at the Dantian.
He didn't even have time to avoid his forehead. No matter how fast he moved, he couldn't think faster.
When he was thinking like this, his body was still unable to move, and he watched the cold light hit him.
Yi Qingsong was surprised when he saw that he didn't dodge. His face changed drastically and he wanted to take back the three swords, but he didn't have the skills to control the sword. He couldn't fly towards him in time, so he could only watch.
"Chi chi chi!" After three whistles, three swords shot through an ancient tree, and then disappeared into the woods.
Murong Qiu wiped his forehead with lingering fear, but a huge force behind him moved him away.
He turned to look behind him and saw Chu Lizheng wearing a white robe, smiling and standing with his hands behind his back. He was overjoyed: "Brother Wu!"
"Brother Murong, long time no see!" Chu Li cupped his fists and smiled, then looked at Yi Qingsong: "Sect Leader Yi!"
"Calling the sect master would be too disrespectful. Brother Wu, are you okay?" Yi Qingsong smiled and clasped his fists.
He also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Chu Li took action in time, otherwise it would be really troublesome.
However, Chu Li was unfathomable, and his aura was like the sea, which also made him awe-inspiring.
Chu Li smiled and said: "I just came out from seclusion for a walk. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that we bumped into each other!"
"What a coincidence, they all come to see Sect Master Lu!" Murong Qiu said with a smile.
He glared at Yi Qingsong and hummed: "It was just a bad move, otherwise we don't know who will win!"
He was quite unconvinced. If he hadn't been obsessed with regaining control of the dagger, he wouldn't have been in danger. But thanks to Chu Li, he reached out in time, otherwise he would have been in trouble.
He stole a glance at Qin Mengyun, only to see Qin Mengyun's bright eyes turning, staring at Chu Li with a complicated expression.
He felt sour in his heart, but he had no choice but to do so. He still had not competed with Brother Wu!
Yi Qingsong shook his head and smiled, looked at Chu Li and said, "Brother Wu also came here to find Sect Master Lu?"
Chu Li said: "Strive to form an alliance with the Diewu Sect. Isn't it the same with the Dream Sect?"
"Our Dameng Sect and Diewu Sect have always had a close relationship." Yi Qingsong said with a smile: "I'm not here to form an alliance, I'm just here to visit Senior Lu."
Chu Li chuckled and said: "Brother Yi has made great progress since he became the sect leader. In the past, he could not open his eyes and tell lies."
"Haha, each other." Yi Qingsong laughed.
Murong Qiu suppressed the sourness in his heart and hummed: "Then let Sect Leader Lu choose a sect!"