On DaRi Ridge, a group of young people gathered around Zhe Qianqian, looking intently below.
The identity of Elder He Qiuyang Zhuoxuefeng is full of deception. He is obviously a master of weapon refining, but his combat experience is unexpectedly sophisticated.
As soon as he gained the upper hand, he did not give Mu Qing any chance to break through. The seals in his hands changed, and flying swords came out from the box and flew over Lin Shao alternately. Mu Qing's thunderous wings spread out from behind, like a swimming dragon. The flying sword group is approaching.
The new leaves in the forest are just starting to fall off the branches.
The old mark of the sword shadow in mid-air has not disappeared.
Mu Qing has been swallowed up by sword shadows all over the sky.
"too fast."
Everyone was dazzled and amazed.
With the experience of overcoming difficulties together in Mingquan Secret Realm, they still retain an indescribable confidence in Mu Qing, trying to find Mu Qing's figure among the sword shadows flying in the sky.
But after searching for a long time, my eyes stung, and I could only see the old and new parts of the sword shadow, and my sight couldn't reach the inside of the sword formation at all.
"Sister Qianqian, where are they?"
Until this moment, only Zhe Qianqian among the young people on the ridge was still persisting. She could sense the aura in the sword formation that was struck by the flying swords, and she felt sincere admiration in her heart.
Zhe Qianqian did not answer Zhe Yunli beside him, but raised his hand and pointed to the higher sky.
Everyone quickly looked up.
Zhong Ling'er was seen sitting cross-legged on the Xinghua Bell, her eyes slightly widened, staring at the battle below, calling out softly from time to time, but showing no sign of taking action.
Everyone finally let go of their worried hearts, and Ying Qing even said excitedly, "I knew he was fine."
Above Lin Shou, the sword technique in He Qiuyang's hand had not changed for a few breaths.
His consciousness is attached to the flying sword, and he can easily capture the details in the sword formation, his eyes are deep.
A light cocoon condensed by thunder was suspended in the center of the sword array. When the flying sword hit the light cocoon, a domineering thunder light immediately climbed up, trying to devour the consciousness attached to the flying sword. Occasionally, The flying sword broke through the light cocoon and landed the attack on Mu Qing. It was like hitting a magic weapon, unable to cause any damage.
Zhuo Xuefeng dipped silver into the sword up and down. In He Qiuyang's eyes, Mu Qing's body was harder than the ordinary Taoist flying sword.
Mu Qing in the cocoon of light silently captured the trajectory of the flying sword and said, "Elder He suddenly withdrew his strength just now, was he afraid of hurting me?"
He Qiuyang raised his eyebrows slightly. When the flying sword swallowed up Mu Qing's figure, he thought the victory was decided. Who would have thought that Mu Qing's body was so strong.
At this time, he finally put away the arrogance in his heart and said in a deep voice: "What the sword formation pursues is the power to harmonize with heaven and earth. It's your turn to be careful next!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the seal in his hand changed again.
Everyone on the mountain felt that the air suddenly became hot. Looking ahead, they couldn't help but exhale softly.
The flying sword that was strangling Mu Qing like a swimming dragon suddenly dispersed like a swimming fish. Before they could see clearly what state Mu Qing was in, the flying sword had already turned upside down.
The difference is that bright flames condensed on the sword of this flying sword, shooting towards Mu Qing like meteors.
He Qiuyang actually used the sword formation to activate the power of the fire veins underground in Da Ri Ridge!
The dazzling sword fire rushed towards Mu Qing in mid-air, and the next moment they gathered together, erupting into a dazzling light.
Everyone was shocked. When they regained their vision, the terrifying flame waves were already attacking them at an extremely fast speed: "Boom——"
Just as Zhe Qianqian was about to take action, a small figure stood in front of her.
Gentle golden light spread out from under Zhong Ling'er's feet. While protecting everyone, it also protected the forest at the foot of Da Ri Ridge.
He Qiuyang's attack was extremely rare even at the peak of Transformation Mortal. Zhe Qianqian was about to remind Zhong Ling'er to save Mu Qing when she saw the leader of the Great Sun Sect with his hands on his hips and loudly shouted: "A tree A flying sword, you two will pay for it together!"
"OK!"
A cheerful laughter came from the surroundings of swords and fire.
He Qiuyang in mid-air
His expression changed slightly, and he was about to channel the sword fire again. A loud sword cry followed the laughter.
"Ding ding ding——"
Amidst a fierce clash of gold and iron, a broad sword shadow rose into the sky, followed closely by Mu Qing, who finally broke free from the sword array and appeared in everyone's sight.
The sword shadows all over the sky chased behind Mu Qing, like a fire dragon chasing its prey. Whenever Mu Qing was about to swallow Mu Qing into his mouth again, Mu Qing could always escape with narrow escape.
For the first time, a cautious look appeared in He Qiuyang's eyes. Mu Qing's sword had a power that was more domineering than thunder. If it collided with his flying sword, it would instantly swallow up his spiritual consciousness attached to the sword.
Because of this, he had to withdraw his attack every time and replace it with another batch of flying swords.
He Qiuyang was still hesitating. Mu Qing, who was being chased by the sword array, found an opening. He held the sword with both hands and made a clean cut: "Drink!"
The extremely cold power of the Nine Nethers poured down the sword body, and the flames on the flying sword suddenly extinguished, and He Qiuyang's pursuit was forced to stop for the first time.
Mu Qing looked down at him while holding the sword, and said with a smile: "Elder He, there are still less than eighty-one flying swords, right? Please try your best. I also want to try my current strength."
He Qiuyang shook his head and smiled, no longer thinking about the sword immortal who had appeared in the dark. With some real fighting intention in his heart, he slapped the sword box in front of him with his palm, "Let's go!"
He dodged, stepped on the flying sword, and arrived in front of the sword formation in a few steps, and the sword box was hidden in the sword formation.
Mu Qing was about to capture the traces of the sword box when he caught the cunning look in He Qiuyang's eyes out of the corner of his eye. He was startled and slashed behind him with his sword: "Bang——"
With huge force pouring in, Mu Qing moved a hundred feet away, and when he looked closely, he saw an ordinary-looking long sword stopping at the position where he had just been.
He Qiuyang's voice sounded: "Among the eighty-one flying swords, there are a total of seventy-two at the Taoist level."
Mu Qing held the Demon Suppressing Sword, looked at the long sword with an ordinary aura, and said, "Are the remaining nine swords all spiritual weapons?"
"yes."
He Qiuyang smiled slightly and said, "I used five three-foot swords when I defeated the elder who was at the peak of mortal transformation."
"Three-foot sword..." Mu Qing's heart moved, and he looked around. Only then did he realize that the blow just now had pushed him back into the surroundings of six three-foot swords. Behind these six long swords, there were also various swords. There are twelve flying swords following.
This "three-foot sword" looked very much like a standard iron sword, but Mu Qing didn't take it lightly. In that blow just now, the three-foot sword completely ignored the influence of Hongmeng's purple energy.
Mu Qing let out a breath and let go of his hand.
"Buzz buzz."
The Demon-Suppressing Sword seemed to have sensed its powerful counterpart. It stopped in front of him and kept trembling with excitement. The sword light flowed on it, and golden sword shadows separated from the Demon-Suppressing Sword. There were hundreds of them in one breath. The shadow of the sword surrounded Mu Qing.
He Qiuyang's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, "Is this the Spiritual Sword Formation?"
Mu Qing was slightly startled: "Elder He knows?"
"Of course I know." He Qiuyang stroked his beard and smiled: "When I was on Sanxian Island, I often heard young people talk about things in the secret realm. Even the daughter of my Sword Sect still remembers this sword formation freshly."
Mu Qing smiled and shook his head, holding the Demon Suppressing Sword again, ignoring the many flying swords pointed at him in the distance, and slashed in the direction of He Qiuyang with one sword.
"How brave!"
He Qiuyang's eyes lit up, and the hundreds of golden sword shadows were still flying towards him. He stared directly at Mu Qing, without any movement in his hands. The six three-foot swords were already stabbing Mu Qing with the flying swords behind him.
The two attacked almost at the same time!
Mu Qing knocked back a three-foot sword with one sword. Before he could release his strength, another three-foot sword struck from behind. He quickly turned sideways and raised his sword horizontally to avoid the blow.
Soon, another sword stabbed...
The aura emitted by these six three-foot swords is no more than that of a spiritual weapon, but the aura within it is very strong, no less than that of the Demon Suppressing Sword, which is already a top Taoist weapon.
Mu Qing was initially able to stabilize his body under the attacks of the four swords, but with the addition of the fifth sword, the situation instantly became difficult.
The attack of these five swords
There was no room left, and the understanding was even more seamless than if the sword cultivator were in person.
And this is not only airtight in terms of offensive, with the addition of the fifth flying sword, the power of the attack has also been greatly increased, reaching the peak of mortal transformation.
The current situation was like he was facing five mortal peak sword cultivators who had similar minds.
"Pfft——"
Mu Qing once again blocked the frontal attack, twisted his body, and a sword shadow rushed from behind, leaving a deep wound on his shoulder, and blood instantly stained his upper body.
"Do you want to continue?"
In the distance, He Qiuyang was attacked by golden sword shadows one after another, seemingly with ease.
With a thought in his mind, Mu Qing tried to use the spirit sword formation to cut off his control of the flying sword, "Huh?"
He Qiuyang's aura in the Spirit Transformation Sword Formation was a bit strange, and there was no fluctuation in the aura of a Qi Refiner.
Mu Qing looked thoughtfully at the three-foot sword that struck again, and recalled what He Qiuyang said when he introduced the foreign sect not long ago—their pursuit of the great path is to share life and death with the sword.
"boom."
The Demon Suppressing Sword blocked another blow, and the cyan flame spread through the sword body towards the three-foot sword. The three-foot sword trembled, and for the first time, it actively avoided the erosion of the power of the Nine Netherworld.
Mu Qing's eyes lit up. This three-foot sword was made of a special material, but it could not resist the invasion of the Nine Netherworld's power. He captured the rich spiritual power inside the sword body.
Seeing that Mu Qing had discovered something fishy, He Qiuyang glanced at Zhong Ling'er and suddenly stopped avoiding the shadow of the golden sword. He pinched the secret technique in his hand and appeared in front of Mu Qing in a flash.
He casually grasped a three-foot sword and stabbed forward. The numerous Taoist flying swords that had only been used to encircle him formed twelve different sword formations in an instant, and all attacked Mu Qing.
Mu Qing's chest rose and fell slightly, feeling the stinging sensation on his skin, and shouted: "Broken!"
He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and swept the sword across.
The power of the Nine Nethers enveloped Hongmeng Purple Qi and was released through the Demon Suppressing Sword, turning into circles of white and purple strange fire. As soon as the six three-foot swords made contact, they quickly retreated, leaving only the Taoist weapon. The flying sword crashed into Mu Qing.
Although he was still in the center of the sword formation, but without the three-foot sword to hold the formation, Mu Qing relaxed the pressure and calmly dealt with it with the moves in the Lihuo Sword Manual.
On the other side, the sword box appeared and the three-foot sword returned to the box. He Qiuyang, who had just revealed his body, was surprised at Mu Qing's use of the special power in his body, and his vision was filled with golden sword shadows.
The Spirit Transformation Sword Formation appeared again.
He discovered with some bitterness that Mu Qing was learning very quickly. Two of the golden sword shadows were extremely solid. When they fell towards him, they were releasing an aura of death.
These are two extremely powerful sword moves.
