These words almost drained Yuan Cheng's energy and energy completely. He was lost in thought and looked at Su Qiaoqiao blankly.
Su Qiaoqiao looked away unbearably, only to find that Nie Guipeng's hand next to him flashed with light, and a long sword appeared in his hand, which was his Yuming Sword.
"Senior brother..."
Su Qiaoqiao couldn't help but hold him back, but Nie Guipeng said directly to Yuan Cheng: "Come on, Junior Brother Yuan."
Yuan Cheng raised his eyes and looked directly at Nie Guipeng, full of fighting spirit, but that fighting spirit was always lingering in pain and frustration.
The tip of the Yuming Sword was pointed straight at him. Nie Guipeng followed the sword and was in front of Yuan Cheng in an instant.
Yuan Chengqi stepped forward and passed sideways while holding the Lihuo Sword vertically, blocking the Yuming Sword. When he passed by Nie Guipeng, the Lihuo Sword changed from holding it vertically to holding it horizontally. In this change Jian Geng lowered the Yuming Sword, and at the same time he took a step forward with his left foot, and then kicked it hard, like an arrow from the string. The force was so fierce that the movement seemed to drag the Lihuo Sword. The blade drew towards Nie Guipeng's abdomen.
The distance between this sword and Nie Guipeng's abdomen was less than an inch, but it could no longer advance, because Nie Guipeng flew away at this time, almost at the same speed as Yuan Cheng, and retracted the Yuming Sword at the same time. , holding the hilt in his hand, he raised the sword and blocked Yuan Cheng's Lihuo Sword.
The exchange between the two was simple, and in an instant, they were separated at the touch of a finger, and then quickly joined together, showing the exquisiteness of the moves each had learned.
These sword techniques are unparalleled in their exquisiteness, but they are not the sword techniques of the Qingyang Sect. Su Qiaoqiao can recognize it. The sword techniques used by Nie Guipeng are just improvements from the human sword techniques he has seen during his travels in the world over the years. Although the swordsmanship he used later became much more sophisticated after his improvements, in the end they were all human swordsmanship and were far inferior to the swordsmanship of the immortal family.
She didn't understand why Nie Guipeng used this kind of sword technique to fight Yuan Cheng. What she couldn't understand even more was that the sword technique used by Yuan Cheng was not the Qingyang Sect's sword technique. Although the moves were exquisite, they only had a few moves. That's all. For immortal cultivators, it doesn't make sense to blindly pursue the subtlety of moves.
In other words, is that also human swordsmanship?
Nie Guipeng and Yuan Cheng were fighting hard, and it was hard to tell who was superior for a moment. Su Qiaoqiao could only watch from the side, worried from time to time, afraid that they would accidentally hurt each other.
Nie Guipeng suddenly pointed the tip of his sword upward, soared into the air, lifted off the ground a few feet and then turned around, stabbing Yuan Cheng below with the tip of his sword.
Yuan Cheng flew up, the tip of Lihuo sword facing the tip of Yuyang sword, and the sound of impact was loud.
The attacks of the two men were extraordinary, but their swords were extraordinary, strong and sharp, with sparks flying from the tips of the swords, and they did not give in to each other.
Until now, neither of them has used their own cultivation. This silent agreement continues. As the two people in the air fall down, the sword tips are still stuck together.
As soon as Yuan Cheng's feet touched the ground, he immediately flew back, while Nie Guipeng landed on the ground. At this time, Yuan Cheng, who had retreated more than three feet, moved without any delay. He kicked off his feet and rushed towards him again, stabbing straight with the tip of his sword.
Nie Guipeng narrowed his eyes slightly and pushed his feet forward, while the man floated back. However, his speed was relatively slow. Seeing Yuan Cheng constantly closing the distance between him, he discovered a flaw in Yuan Cheng's swordsmanship.
The flaw was at the upper edge of Yuan Cheng's sword, because when Yuan Cheng's sword struck, the sword tilted slightly downward, making the thrust of the sword imperfect.
Sensing this flaw, Nie Guipeng almost reflexively held out a sword. This sword thrust out, sticking to the upper edge of the Lihuo Sword and stabbing directly at Yuan Cheng's right hand holding the sword.
Yuan Cheng's pupils shrank, and he also discovered his own flaw. However, it was too late to correct it at this time, but Su Qiaoqiao was looking at them in his field of vision. He was determined not to retreat and faced Nie Guipeng's sword.
Nie Guipeng sighed secretly and finally let the sword slow down a bit.
Yuan Cheng's expression suddenly changed, and his sword force became even fiercer. A burst of sword energy bounced off Nie Guipeng's Yuming Sword. At the same time, the sword forced Nie Guipeng to retreat continuously and hit the wall of the building behind him. Yuan Cheng bit He gritted his teeth and stabbed the sword hard.
The tip of the sword missed Nie Guipeng's neck by half an inch and penetrated deeply into the wall. Yuan Cheng looked directly at Nie Guipeng, shook his head and said, "After all these years, you are still so naive."
Nie Guipeng smiled.
"Why don't you hurt me?"
"If I really beat you, I will kill you."
Yuan Cheng slowly drew out his sword and turned around. Su Qiaoqiao had already rushed to Nie Guipeng and helped him up.
Yuan Cheng's heart trembled slightly, he took a few steps, then stopped when his voice came.
"Senior Brother Nie, next time, it won't be like this."
Nie Guipeng nodded.
"Junior Sister Su, if one day you find that you no longer love Senior Brother Nie, then you can come back to me."
These words made Su Qiaoqiao's heart hurt. Seeing Yuan Cheng gradually walking away, she suddenly said loudly: "Senior Brother Yuan, this day will never happen, absolutely not."
From a distance, I could only see Yuan Cheng's back trembling, and then he continued to walk forward, but this time he walked slower and unsteadily.
"let's go."
Su Qiaoqiao nodded and left Nanyang City with Nie Guipeng.
Yuan Cheng was walking when he suddenly stopped and found a corner to sit down under a stone house. He let out a long sigh and felt that all his strength was gone.
He looked up and saw Zhou Tongtong standing there on the roof, staring at him. He smiled and said: "Master..."
"You bastard, you still know that you have me as your master..."
"Hey, master, please give me a break first." Yuan Cheng interrupted Zhou Butong with a weak smile, touching his heart, "There has been a shortage here over the years, especially this time. So awesome."
Zhou Tongtong fell silent and looked at Yuan Cheng, his favorite disciple, but he was deeply in love and couldn't extricate himself. He regretted his original decision for a while.
"Some things are just lost if they are lost. They can never be found again. The past is a blur. You should have seen through it after being gone for so many years."
Yuan Cheng smiled feebly and said, "Isn't it sweet to be strong?"
"Disciple..."
"If you want to lose something, you must at least own it first. But I have never owned it before. She is not a spiritual resource. You can snatch it away like that. Her heart is not with me at all. How can I snatch it away?"
"Forget her."
"You can't forget her when you can't find her, and you can't forget her even more when you find her..."
Zhou Tongtong was helpless and sighed deeply.
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In an inn not far from where Nie Guipeng and Yuan Cheng just fought, the window of a room was gently closed. In the room, Luo Cheng gently stroked the Wuyin Sword.
"The sword technique is exquisite, but it has no soul. After all, it is impossible for immortal cultivators to really pay attention to the sword technique itself. They only pay attention to the magic in it. In this case, they cannot reach the advanced realm of sword technique."
The Wuyin sword trembled slightly.
"As a sword cultivator, but I don't understand swordsmanship, I just blindly seek powerful moves, but I don't pay attention to the moves themselves, and I don't study them. I'm not a sword cultivator at all. They're just a group of monks with swords. If it's Gu Chen That's not the case. He values the Dharma and the sword itself even more. He is the real sword cultivator."
Wuyin Sword made a clear sword cry, seeming to agree with Luo Cheng's words.
"However, although those two people did not use their true skills, their cultivation level is really not low. Although their swordsmanship is a mess, if they use their true skills, can we deal with them?"
There was fighting intent hidden in Luo Cheng's eyes, and he was a little eager to try. The Wuyin Sword was shaking excitedly, making Luo Cheng couldn't help but chuckle.
"You also want to fight with them, right? Just wait, we will find many opponents who will use them to verify our true strength. Speaking of which, we have not yet interacted with those immortal cultivators in the Danyuan Realm. It’s over.”
The eye on the Wuyin Sword rotated rapidly, revealing an inexplicable excitement that made Luo Cheng unable to suppress it. Luo Cheng held the Wuyin Sword in his hand and stroked it gently, making it gradually become quiet. Come down.
"The heir of the Sword God Residence will make the world of immortal cultivation tremble again."
