The red and black colors spread across the sky.
After the two swords compete in the sky, it is the battle of spirits between the immortal sword and the immortal sword.
Wu Changqing did not have a sword in his hand, but he used the spiritual energy of the world to turn it into a sword, and the swords rained down into the world.
The Wu sword in Sui Xiegu's hand used the general trend of heaven and earth as a sword, and the sword energy filled the world.
This world can be regarded as a confrontation between the top figures of swordsmanship.
Even Chen Zhibao, whose cultivation has reached the Zhixuan realm, can only appreciate the majestic sword scene, but cannot comprehend any of the artistic conception of the fight.
Xu Yanbing of Da Tianxiang had piercing eyes, but there were also very few doorways that he could understand clearly.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at the sword light that was like exploding brilliant fireworks, and felt that his heart was full of awe, and he could reach the realm of a saint.
In this ever-changing battlefield of heaven and earth.
The only thing that remained unchanged was the two figures standing in the void.
"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, and they must lower their eyebrows when they see me."
Sui Xiegu fought with all his strength without any scruples. The battle was so hearty that he couldn't help but shout loudly.
His swordsmanship is domineering.
Even Wu Changqing has a feeling that he is competing with a majestic peak that towers over the sky.
This is the strongest swordsman he has ever fought against.
It was enough to take his unparalleled sword power to the next level.
Seeing Sui Xiegu's high spirits, Wu Changqing felt waves in his chest.
The magnificent sword intent that filled the world began to gradually shrink, no longer engaging in the battle of spirits with Sui Xiegu.
Wisps of white sword intent flowed between Wu Changqing's palms.
As the sword intent gathered more and more.
Just relying on the accumulation of this sword intention, he slowly condensed the fairy sword in his hand that looked like the embryo of the fairy sword that existed in his sea of consciousness.
The concentration and decrease of the sword intent around him also made Sui Xiegu's overwhelming sword intent become more and more dominant.
But Sui Xiegu's expression changed.
It was no longer as heroic as before, but when he saw the sword in Wu Changqing's hand that was condensed with sword intent.
His expression gradually became serious.
Countless sword energy crackled and shot three feet away from Wu Changqing's body.
They were all chopped into pieces by the opponent's restrained sword intent.
At this time, the test and warm-up between the two top swordsmen was over.
Next, is the real battle of swordsmanship.
Sui Xiegu also immediately restrained his sword intent, trying to give himself about 70% of his sword intent and sword power.
So that the next battle will still be enjoyable.
only……
“The huge collision of sword energy just now consumed no one’s idea of how much energy in this kid’s body.”
"But looking at this kid's calm and calm look, he seems to have consumed less than me."
"Only in terms of the longevity of the Qi in the body, I have already lost."
"Then there will be no leeway in the ensuing sword fight. We can only go all out and use the sword power I have accumulated over the past century to suppress this boy!"
Sui Xiegu seemed to be extremely aloof.
Keep weighing the pros and cons in your mind.
Fights between warriors, especially those at such a high level as him and Wu Changqing.
Maybe winning or losing only happens in a moment.
This competition is not only about the swordsmanship, swordsmanship and even the state of mind of both sides.
It is also the grasp of the opportunity and the internal strength to make prompt decisions.
Sui Xiegu thought about this.
He took back all the sword intent that was scattered between heaven and earth into his body without leaving any trace behind.
at the same time.
Ever since he set foot on the path of swordsmanship, he has been devouring famous swords in the world.
The sword energy in his belly is enough to rival Li Chungang's Opening the Sky.
This move was originally what he would use if he wanted to stay in the future and have a chance to fight Li Chungang.
Or that Deng Tai'a is now enough for him to use this killing move.
Just didn't expect it.
In the end, he actually wanted to use this unparalleled skill on a junior who he only had a one-time relationship with, and whose swordsmanship was not outstanding and he was optimistic about it.
"That's all, time is destiny."
Sui Xiegu let out a long sigh.
The surging sword intent, like the Guangling River bursting its banks, burst out from the body of this old man who was over two hundred years old.
It is different from the unscrupulous squandering before.
This time the old man used all his strength to unleash his sword intent.
Those sword intentions that were enough to disturb the sky actually slowly formed two large sword formations behind him.
In the sword intent formation, those sword intents seemed to be able to cut down everything in the world.
It is no longer that void, but has truly condensed into a world-famous sword as sharp as steel.
There are thousands of flying swords in the two sword formations.
Moreover, the appearance of each flying sword is not as random as that, but in the Sui Dynasty for more than a hundred years, every time a flying sword is eaten in the belly, it will reappear in the world with the sword's intention.
This tidal wave of flying swords is the sword intent of all the famous swords he has condensed in his life.
It is the greatest masterpiece of his life.
He is not a simple swordsman.
He is just like the 800-year-old Lu Zu, a terrestrial swordsman who entered the heavenly realm with his swordsmanship!
"Two sword arrays, completed in one go!"
"A hundred years of spirit, spit it out in three mouthfuls!"
"Boy, remember my name is Sui Xiegu!"
"This is the person who cut off Li Chungang's arm back then."
The moment the two sword arrays were formed, Sui Xiegu started to rejuvenate like an immortal.
His white beard and eyebrows have all turned black.
The old man's expression became straighter and straighter, and his grace was unparalleled in the world.
The old man, who had completely recovered to his peak, pointed at Wu Changqing, who was holding a sword.
The first breath he exhaled slowly.
After Wu Changqing saw Sui Xiegu using such a formation.
First he shook his head helplessly.
He originally didn't want to follow the old guy to death. After all, the old guy was not bad.
If you can win him over, he will become the future elder of the Immortal Sect.
For him, it was a sure-fire deal.
But now, Sui Xiegu made a desperate move and condensed all his life's achievements into these two sword formations in one breath.
If he remembers correctly.
These two sword formations, which used all the sword energy of Sui Xiegu, would kill no less than 10,000 Beimang barbarians in Jubei City in the future.
The power of the sword formation is even for him now, so he needs to be careful when dealing with it.
And after vomiting in one breath, Sui Xiegu was not far away from death...
Do we want to keep this old guy's soul in the world in the future?
Wu Changqing's mind was spinning.
Sui Xiegu's first sword energy had already struck.
The wind and lingering clouds made the already clear sky shine even brighter.
Countless sword intentions turned into trickling streams, sweeping toward Wu Changqing from all directions.
Wu Changqing slowly raised his eyes.
His eyes were clear and clear, without any distracting thoughts.
The sword in his hand trembled slightly.
With empty feet, he took a step forward.
This is the change.
The world seems to have undergone a strange subversion.
The stream of sword intent that originally followed an elegant curve towards Wu Changqing began to take on a weird twist.
The end of the sword stream is no longer facing Wu Changqing.
Instead, it circulates aimlessly between heaven and earth.
Waiting for the sword intent to be worn away.
