Perhaps Luo Hua's remnant soul has completely lost its sense of autonomy. Compared to the figures around him, Sword Spirit has always been the most indifferent.
He held the sword secret and looked everywhere. After taking one last look at the world, the figures of the Shuangji Sect's outstanding figures completely disappeared, leaving only the whining ancient sword and the sword intent that had no place to go.
The sword spirit swallowed up the sword intent of these people, and the aura on his body increased rapidly at a terrifying speed. Soon, his realm stabilized at the peak of transformation.
At this moment, the ancient swords around him were all silent, and their swords were slightly tilted, as if to express their submission.
Mu Qing was also shrouded in coercion. At this moment, he seemed to be in a world full of sword energy. Every part of his flesh and blood was eroded, and the power in his body was quickly frozen.
Sword Spirit looked at Mu Qing, and then at the Han Jade Coffin. A hint of extreme loneliness flashed deep in his eyes, and said: "Since the establishment of the Shuangji Sect, there is only one saint left, and in order to protect her, no one else in this world has left her. A sword without any intention of returning."
After the sword spirit finished speaking, he gently pushed forward the sword technique in his hand.
boom--
The white mist on the cliff was silent, and only stones were left at the bottom of the shallow stream. The Qingying in the cold jade coffin had been frightened into silence a long time ago. The world was quiet, but Mu Qing heard the clang of the sword.
The moment this shouting sounded, all the veins in Mu Qing's body trembled. The power he finally gathered was instantly disintegrated, and the sky and earth in his field of vision were filled with swords.
This sword came from the sky, as unpredictable as flowing clouds, and came out from the ground, with a far-reaching artistic conception like still water and deep flowing water. When they came together, their spirits merged and turned into a sword again.
Mu Qing thought of many ways at this moment, but in the end, he just raised his sword and stabbed it.
After the Demon Suppressing Sword touched this sword, it suddenly bent and let out countless whines. Mu Qing frowned slightly, thinking of Zong Sheng's sword.
He turned his wrist slightly and his figure was divided into three.
The returning sword of Sword Spirit was tangible and insubstantial, and soon passed through the Demon Suppressing Sword and pierced Mu Qing's arm. Mu Qing's body was like a porcelain full of cracks, and it was completely shattered with just the slightest movement.
Guiyi's sword easily chopped off one of Mu Qing's clones, then turned the sword and cut to another Mu Qing's figure.
The speed of this sword was indeed a little slower, but the difference in speed was negligible. Mu Qing did not take any chances, and moved the sword in his hand like flowing clouds, slowing down the speed of this sword a little more.
Under the extreme pressure of swordsmanship, Mu Qing's sword heart became clear, and the sword moves in his hand became more and more skillful, and the sword intention was also controlled as easily as the heart.
At a certain moment, he seemed to become those people who had fought with him before, tirelessly trying to make the sword slower and slower.
When the sword spirit saw this scene, a glimmer flashed in his eyes. Guiyi Sword could be said to be the sword technique inherited from his Shuangji Sect. If Mu Qing had used other methods to deal with it, he would have faced the most overbearing suppression from the very beginning.
But Mu Qing is very smart.
The sword that could decide life and death in an instant was turned into a question by Mu Qing.
But so what, in such a short period of time, even if Mu Qing learned such complicated sword moves, could he really master them?
Finally, when Mu Qing took turns taking out the kendo techniques of the dozen or so people several times, although Sword Spirit's sword was a little slower, Mu Qing's second clone was already broken.
Mu Qing had no room to turn around, and because his two clones were damaged in succession, his aura had dropped to the peak of his extraordinary world, but the power of Sword Spirit's sword had not decreased much.
When the shapeless transparent flying sword shot directly at Mu Qing, Mu Qing had some regret in his eyes and picked up a black crystal.
When the sword spirit saw this crystal, his eyes suddenly became much colder.
With a sneer, just like a flying sword thrown into the water, the sword of the sword spirit also rushed into the crystal after hitting it.
The crystal suddenly shined brightly, and the light and shadow it emitted formed a dense mass, like a small independent world with a large pool of water inside. The sword that broke into it was like a meteorite from the sky, turning into a series of gorgeous meteors. , ripples spread out again after falling.
When the ripples dissipated, a crack appeared on the surface of the crystal.
The sword spirit watched this scene in silence, and when all the movement disappeared, he raised his eyes and looked at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing held up the crystal with his palm. The crystal
Floating quietly in front of him, just between the eyes of the two people, this gave the sword spirit an illusion for a moment, as if the sword strike just now had never happened.
What are the blood-stained sword wounds on Mu Qing's body and the bloody palms with bones visible?
Sword Spirit frowned slightly: "What is this?"
Mu Qing said calmly: "Personal crystal."
"Personality..." Sword Spirit murmured, seeming to remember something, with a look of confusion in his eyes: "At that time, our sword cultivation method had not truly gained a foothold in heaven and earth. We broke through to the realm of immortality and had no personality."
"No personality?" Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and silently noted this matter.
Mu Qing silently put the personal crystal into the ring, but a very slight movement affected the injury on his body. The corner of his mouth twitched in pain, and he couldn't help but sigh.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the sword spirit's sword strike just now. For the sake of future exploration, he decided to take out the personal crystal to block the blow from the beginning, but Meng Zhang told him that doing so would directly break the crystal. He also will die.
So Mu Qing had to work hard to weaken the power of that sword even a little bit.
On Dashi Mountain, Sword Spirit and Mu Qing stood opposite each other. Now Sword Spirit only had the dozen ancient swords behind him as a last resort.
Mu Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, using his thunder method to suppress the sword intent that was rushing through his body, and quietly waited for the sword spirit's attack.
Looking at Sword Spirit's half-diminished figure, Mu Qing felt that the next blow would be Sword Spirit's final blow.
The sword spirit did not keep Mu Qing waiting for long, he took the Wuya Sword in his hand.
When Mu Qing saw this scene, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Who are you now?"
Mu Qing didn't think the sword spirit could hold his own body.
The sword spirit paused slightly and said calmly: "Didn't you guess it a long time ago?"
Mu Qing subconsciously looked at the Han Jade Coffin. Qing Ying did not show up and run away. He seemed to know that the Han Jade Coffin was the safest place now. When Mu Qing looked at him, Qing Ying said sharply: "I told you earlier. However, in your eyes, he is not considered Luo Hua."
Another meaning in Qingying's words is that he has never doubted the true identity of the person in front of him.
Luo Hua heard the conversation between the two and understood Mu Qing's confusion, and said calmly: "I am Luo Hua, the leader of Shuangji Sect, and I am also the sword spirit of Wuya Sword. There is no incompatibility between the two, but... the sword spirit I have been freed with that sword."
Mu Qing was silent for a moment, recalling the scene of the remnant souls rushing out of Ningshuang Mountain. He looked at Luo Hua and said curiously: "The remnant soul of Qingying can survive forever because of the energy and personality of chaos. Your sword If Xiu is unable to condense his personality, how can he do it?"
Luo Hua's eyes were slightly cold, but before he could speak, Qing Ying already reminded loudly from the side: "Any monk in the immortal realm has a chaotic energy in his body!!"
Mu Qing frowned slightly. Qing Ying's provocation was obvious. Just as he was about to explain, Luo Hua's face turned cold, "That's enough!"
Luo Hua resisted the urge to look at the cold jade coffin. He was afraid that he could not help but want to kill Qing Ying with a sword. He pointed his sword at Mu Qing and said, "Since he brought you here, you don't have to." If you say anything more, either I will kill you and get rid of this villain and let Shuangji Sect return to peace, or you will kill me and take away Shuangji Sect’s things.”
After Luo Hua finished speaking, he rushed towards Mu Qing.
Mu Qing sighed in his heart, Qing Ying no longer hoped that he and Luo Hua would both lose and be injured. Although he had no intention of fighting again, he had to raise his sword and step forward again.
It is difficult to accurately judge the combat power of a spirit body. After absorbing all the sword intent, Luo Hua's aura once reached the peak of mortal transformation, but just one sword of Guiyi destroyed more than half of him, leaving only the mortal form. Initial strength.
But the gap between the peak of transcendence and the early stage of mortal transformation was even greater than when the two faced each other just now.
The two met, Luo Hua slashed down with his sword, Mu Qing raised his sword to the crossbar, and the next moment Mu Qing bent his knees and touched the ground forcefully.
Luo Hua's eyes reflected Mu Qing's tense face, and he said softly: "This will all end in my hands."
The ancient swords behind Luo Hua all moved!
Long before their master completely disappeared, they locked onto Mu Qing. At this moment, Luo Hua moved lightly, as if the invisible thread connecting these ancient swords was cut off. The ancient swords made a sound of sword repair, coming from all directions. Stabbed at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing raised his head and let out a soft sneer from his throat. A black thunder hit Luo Hua's body out of the air.
At the same time, Mu Qing's eyebrows flashed, and a small gray-white sword flew out.
The black mist surging in the cold jade coffin suddenly shrank, and Qingying, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, subconsciously restrained his aura.
Qing Ying looked at Mu Qing's figure surrounded by ancient swords. She didn't feel any joy at succeeding in her calculation, and only felt a deep sense of frustration in her heart. .
For spiritual beings like them, spiritual attacks and thunder spells have always been the most useful attack methods, but when facing people like the Shuangji Sect, Mu Qing has hidden his clumsiness until now.
Qing Ying had imagined two situations, one was that Luo Hua killed Mu Qing, the other was that both of them would suffer losses. As long as there were two situations like this, he could use Mu Yun's safety as a threat to occupy an invincible position.
But if Luo Hua can't even defeat Mu Qing, what kind of ending will be waiting for him?
With a clear understanding of Mu Qing's ability, Qing Ying decided not to take the risk and wait for the battle between the two to end. He glanced at the stunning woman who had been sleeping in the cold jade coffin, and there was a trace of unspeakable emotion in his eyes, and he thought: " I didn’t lie to Mu Qing, but I did some things wrong and there is no choice to do it over again. You will forgive me, right?"
There was a sudden change in the cold jade coffin, which had been relatively calm. The black mist that had been floating in the coffin suddenly fell down and covered the woman's wrist.
The two fighting men noticed this scene. Mu Qing suddenly remembered the red mark on the woman's wrist. With a sharp look in his eyes, the divine consciousness sword that was originally aimed at Luo Hua suddenly folded in front of Luo Hua's eyebrows and shot straight towards Luo Hua. Qingying.
"ah!"
There was a scream in the cold jade coffin, and a column of black smoke rose from the ground. He wanted to escape, but his retreat was completely blocked by the swarming ancient swords.
Too many things happened in this moment, and it was only now that Mu Qing realized that the expected ancient sword did not appear.
A golden light flashed under his skin, and he sheathed his sword and took a step back.
Luo Hua looked at him deeply, then rushed to the cold jade coffin.
Bang bang bang, Qingying was stuck in the sword formation, and finally gave up the struggle, and shouted sternly at Mu Qing on the ground: "You took away all my opportunities, you said you would let me go, now I I brought you to Shuangji Sect, but you are so untrustworthy."
Mu Qing's eyes were full of disgust, and he frowned and said, "I won't be so indifferent to the scheming and scheming of Dao Dao, but what did you do? You still said that you and her once loved each other."
"He's farting!"
An angry voice echoed through the Sword Washing Pond. Mu Qing was stunned and looked towards Luo Hua.
