Four people at the peak of the Miao Enlightenment Realm were standing in front, back, left and right of Ge Qinghuang.
Mo Yingxue took a few steps back, lowered her head and polished her nails.
"I just want to see what else you can do."
Ge Qinghuang held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and his right shoulder sank slightly.
A moment of peace!
The Qinglei Ancient Sword came out of its sheath with a clang, a flash of exclamation sword light shone, and the clear sword edge swept up, like the bright moon rising in a well.
Mo Yingxue's expression changed drastically, and her leisurely posture was no longer there.
One foot suddenly touched the ground.
boom!
Holes the size of fists were left on the ground, with earth and rocks flying everywhere.
She retreated quickly, but Ge Qinghuang's sword light chased after her, and he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
Mo Yingxue is arrogant and never likes to retreat continuously. Even though her body and mind have changed, the arrogance and paranoia in her heart remain unchanged.
"If you dare to come, I will pick you up!"
After her words fell to the ground, her legs were rooted to the ground, her hands joined together and she moved forward.
Shuang Xiao Sword Pill buzzed and trembled, as if he was excited about drinking the blood of a master.
The evil energy of ice and fire was born out of thin air, spiraling together on the sword pill.
The messy energy the size of a fist tore through the air.
呲~呲~呲~
The sound continued, and Mo Yingxue had a sneer on her lips.
"Die! Die! Die!"
"Everyone related to Lin Ming deserves to die, Xuanwen Academy deserves to die, Xuanwen Sword Academy deserves to die, the Mo family deserves to die, Mo Tianyan also deserves to die..."
Her voice was filled with hatred, as if it had penetrated into the human world from the ninth hell to the eighteenth level.
Unprecedented venom.
Ge Qinghuang said nothing and slashed with his sword.
Sonorous!
The strength of the physical body and the basic skill of drawing over 10,000 swords every day.
The artistic conception in a sword arises on its own, no aura is needed, it is just a clear and transparent mind.
In an instant, the world seemed to turn into ink color.
Everything was silent, everything was quiet, and the Qinglei ancient sword flew up and penetrated Mo Yingxue's eyebrows.
"I don't know your rage, I don't know your resentment. I only know that if a person cannot face his past self calmly, he will never be able to truly grow."
After saying this, Ge Qinghuang slowly drew out the long sword, shook his head, and put the sword into its sheath.
The ink-colored artistic conception suddenly dissipated.
The suspended Shuangxiao Jianwan fell to the ground, landed with a bang, bounced a few millimeters, and then rolled a few times.
The light in Mo Yingxue's eyes disappeared, and she slowly knelt on the ground, lowering her head and losing all breath.
At this time, the attacks from the four surrounding peak Miaowu realms were belated.
Ge Qinghuang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and pulled out the Qinglei Ancient Sword again.
Keng~buzz!
The full moon-shaped sword light splashes, moving clouds and flowing water.
The light blue dress dances, its skirt flying.
Ge Qinghuang cut off the arms of four people at the peak of Miaowu Realm with one sword, and then kicked out their legs with lightning.
forward! back! Left! back!
Bang bang bang bang.
The four people's legs flew out and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.
Ge Qinghuang's right leg landed lightly.
His legs were slightly bent, his feet were gathering strength, and he was about to charge forward.
At this time, behind Ge Qinghuang, Mo Yingxue, who seemed to be dead, suddenly raised his head, with strange eyes appearing between his pierced eyebrows.
It's white, round, and glowing with a dark purple evil light.
"Die!" Mo Yingxue muttered silently, using his right hand, Shuangxiao Sword Pill flew up from the ground, turned into a rainbow, and rushed straight towards Ge Qinghuang's back.
Ge Qinghuang's consciousness was sharp and he sensed something strange happening behind him.
Without any time to think, she swung her waist and forcibly moved away from the fatal position.
歘!
The Shuangxiao Sword Pill penetrated her left shoulder blade, leaving a bloody hole the size of an egg.
Ge Qinghuang gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and ducked to the side.
After standing still, she inserted the Qinglei Ancient Sword into the ground, pointed her right hands together to form a sword, and continuously clicked on several large meridians around the blood hole.
Seal the flow of blood.
Ge Qinghuang suppressed his dizziness and looked straight ahead.
Mo Yingxue stood up slowly, her expression full of amusement.
"I didn't expect that, your sword strike just now was too fast."
"See everyone as if they are nothing. The target in your eyes is exactly where the sword points. With no distractions, the sword's path is clear... It's awesome, it's really awesome."
"If I read it correctly, it should be the so-called artistic conception. It is not a prototype of artistic conception, but a genuine artistic conception."
Ge Qinghuang gritted his teeth and said nothing.
The ancient Qinglei sword shook slightly, and wisps of light from the ancient sword moved mottled.
The clumsy and simple sword body fell off little by little, revealing the true edge filled with mysterious light inside.
It was activated by energy, and eight big characters were written on the ground:
"If you take half a step forward, everyone who comes will die!"
Seeing this scene, Mo Yingxue had evil thoughts in her eyes and her tone was full of jealousy.
"A sword that contains your own wisdom! This is almost a fairy sword. It's actually in your hand. Isn't it a huge waste?"
