Darkness enveloped the sword-asking platform in front of them.
Mu Qing looked back with regret.
He thought that even if it wasn't the same sword-asking platform, he would at least be able to see Ye Qingyu's figure.
But in the field of vision, apart from the faintly squirming black mist outside the sword-asking platform, the only thing left in the field of vision was the thousand-foot square platform below.
In the center of the platform, there is also a stone statue, but it is no longer a sword, but a man standing with a sword but with a blurred face.
Mu Qing stood there and waited for a moment, but saw no change in the stone statue. He frowned slightly and was about to try to inspire a sword energy to attack when a sudden change occurred.
The black fog outside the sword-asking stage suddenly parted, and a tall figure swept out of it and ran straight to Mu Qing's back.
"Bang."
Mu Qing's attention was focused on the stone statue. When he noticed the movement behind him, he had no time to turn around. He swiped back with his sword, and the demon-suppressing sword made a dull sound as if it had struck a shield.
Mu Qing planned to use the power fed back from the sword to distance himself, but the Demon Suppressing Sword suddenly became completely different and let out a rapid hissing sound.
Mu Qing's eyes tightened, and when he released the hilt of the sword, he immediately took two steps to the right. A sword energy appeared out of thin air almost at the same time, grazing his left arm and flying past, leaving a blood mark on his arm.
Only then did Mu Qing see the face of the attacker behind him. He was an extremely tall man.
Will this be the "Extreme Heart Sword"?
Just as Mu Qing had this thought in his mind, a warning sign suddenly sounded. He raised his head suddenly, and black sword shadows shot out from the black mist, overwhelming the sky and shooting towards him.
After two moves, he had no way out.
Mu Qing's eyes were slightly stunned. Sword intent surged around his body, and golden sword shadows emerged from his eyebrows. The attacks from both sides collided with each other, and the sword shadows overlapped. Every impact was extremely fierce.
Mu Qing finally took advantage of the slight opening where the sword rain was about to rest, and swept forward a hundred feet.
The Suppressing Demon Sword also broke free from the shackles of the burly man and returned to his side.
Mu Qing held the Demon Suppressing Sword and looked at the man, his eyebrows raised involuntarily.
The black mist behind the man was still surging, and soon two more figures emerged from the black mist and came to stand beside the man.
There were two men and one woman. Among them, the white-haired man had a stronger aura than the burly man. What surprised Mu Qing was that the three of them were in the same realm as him, all in the middle stage of mortal transformation.
Meng Zhang seemed to have made a mistake. This sword-asking platform distinguishes not only the realm of swordsmanship but also the realm of cultivation. ap.
Mu Qing slowly exhaled a breath, his eyes returned to firmness, and he hooked his hand at the silent three people.
"boom--"
The three of them moved together, still using the same tactics as when they attacked Mu Qing before. The burly man approached Mu Qing and restricted his movements. The thin woman was waiting for an opportunity to strike. Only when he was forced to the point of no retreat would the white-haired man use his real killing move.
But the situation on the sword-asking stage was very different from before.
Without the opportunity brought by the sneak attack, Mu Qing would not be forced into a situation with no way out by the three of them. Instead, he would rely on the powerful defense and recovery brought by the Chaos Body to repay injury with injury, every time. The attack comes to fruition.
"Bang."
Mu Qing slapped the burly man away with his sword, resisted the white-haired man's blow, came to the skinny woman, stabbed straight with the sword, and the Demon Suppressing Sword penetrated the woman's body.
Mu Qing's wrist sank, and he was about to take advantage of the situation to kill one of them first, but the woman whose heart she had pierced stepped forward and stamped his chest with a palm.
The sword energy was raging in his chest. Mu Qing held the demon-suppressing sword and flew backwards. His eyes were fixed on the woman's chest with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
The two men saw that their companion was injured, but they were not affected at all. They still relied on their rich combat experience to seize the opportunity to attack Mu Qing.
Mu Qing snorted softly, his eyes surged with lightning, and two purple-gold lightnings hit the man directly. The two of them were unscathed and rushed straight out of the thunder, causing sword energy to fall on Mu Qing.
The smoke and dust stirred up, and Mu Qing wiped the ground and slid out for nearly a hundred feet.
He stood up slowly and spat out a mouthful of blood, which was a bit bitter.
He has been hiding his methods, but the other party has been playing him.
Their state is special and they will not be injured at all, and this sword-asking platform has a vague restriction on other methods besides kendo.
How to defeat them?
Mu Qing looked at the three people standing together again, his eyes moving slightly.
Although the injury on the skinny woman's chest had recovered, he remembered clearly that there were only white bones left inside the unhealed wound, with no flesh, blood or internal organs.
What appears in the field of vision at this time is nothing more than a special spiritual state.
A bright light suddenly flashed in Mu Qing's mind. Maybe the person they failed to challenge before was the one who left the half of their footprints?
Mu Qing felt that he was close to solving the mystery, but the three of them did not intend to give him time to break the situation and attacked him again.
"Spiritual life!"
Mu Qing took one step forward, jumped above the three of them, and slashed with his sword.
Hundreds of sword shadows took root on the ground, forming a spiritual sword array in their breath, trapping the three of them.
The white-haired man raised his head and looked at Mu Qing. Mu Qing felt a little frightened in his heart. For the first time, he felt an emotional change in the other man's eyes, which seemed to contain a hint of approval.
The white-haired man closed his eyes and raised his palms. Black sword shadows rose from the ground and collided with the golden sword formation just formed, making a sharp impact.
This white-haired man actually used the same method directly.
Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly, a figure flashed through his mind, and he wanted to confirm something. With a touch of Najie, he drove three long swords towards the three people in the formation.
"Damn it!"
The burly man spoke for the first time and took the initiative to face the sword.
His movements were extremely clean and neat. He grabbed forward and stopped three long swords with ease.
The long sword at the front felt the breath of the burly man, and kept moving around him, neighing happily.
The burly man held the long sword and slowly brushed the sword with his palm. Although he could not directly strip away the power of Jiuyou, it reduced the erosion of the seal on the long sword.
When Mu Qing saw this, he took the initiative to ask: "Are the three seniors from the Wuji Sword Sect?"
After the burly man relieved the pain with the long sword in his hand, he found two other flying swords and continued the same thing.
Mu Qing was a little embarrassed. Seeing the other two people looking at him but not taking action anymore, he had confirmed the identities of the three people. He thought about it and said, "Is this the rule of the sword-asking platform?"
Still no one answered.
Mu Qing frowned slightly.
The three of them should still have some intelligence left.
At this time, the thin woman suddenly took two steps forward, then raised her hand and put it on her chest.
This is where he attacks directly.
Mu Qing narrowed his eyes and his gaze fell on the woman's hand.
The woman's hand left her chest and finally pointed at the burly man.
Mu Qing's eyes were a little dazed, and his eyes moved between the two people. After a moment, he suddenly thought of something and fell on the sword in the hand of the burly man.
If the first long sword is a man's sword, then he should be more careful about the movements of the last sword, just to relieve the other party's pain.
Mu Qing had a complete guess in his mind.
He fell in front of the burly man and released the seals on the three swords.
"boom--"
The powerful sword energy spread from the long sword, and the sword in the burly man's hand flew back to the woman's hand. The woman held the long sword, and the aura on her body surged at an extremely terrifying speed.
In the late stage of transcendence, the peak of transcendence, and even the Saint King realm, it still did not stop. When it finally stopped, it was not much weaker than Ye Qingyu's aura.
As for the white-haired man holding the other long sword, his realm was even more terrifying, faintly surpassing the Holy King Realm by two calamities.
Mu Qing felt bitter in her heart, only then did she realize how dangerous her behavior was.
Mu Qing looked at the thin woman again. There was a coldness and vividness in the woman's eyebrows, which seemed to be a natural temperament. Sensing Mu Qing's gaze, she made a sword salute: "Jinglan Peak, Jian Xiu."
Jinglan Peak is one of the seven main peaks of the Wuji Sword Sect. There is a
A sword washing pool.
Mu Qing calmed down and quickly returned the greeting: "Suzaku City, Mu Qing."
Jian Xiu frowned slightly when he heard this.
The white-haired man and the burly man had even cold eyes.
Mu Qing silently felt the atmosphere that suddenly dropped to freezing point and took out something from the ring.
When he saw the kendama in Mu Qing's hand, the white-haired man took the initiative and said, "What is your relationship with my sect?"
Mu Qing said truthfully; "I was invited to participate in the sword trial meeting."
The white-haired man frowned, "This is so, why is there a token made by the sect master himself?"
Mu Qing didn't know how the other party could tell at a glance that this was created by the current master of the Wuji Sword Sect. He thought that this was the foundation of a sect that could withstand the passage of time. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll admit it on the face of it." It’s to participate in the conference, secretly at the invitation of Master Su.”
Mu Qing did not say the following content, but looked up at the white-haired man. The meaning was self-evident.
The white-haired man chuckled: "I, Su Kuoyu, was the Peak Master of Huaihe Peak before I got trapped here. Who is Peak Master Su you are talking about?"
Mu Qing secretly thought that Huaihe Peak had always been named Su, and said: "Su Si, the way of the Heart Sword of Senior Su Si is quite similar to that of Senior. This is why I guessed Senior's identity just now."
"Haha." Su Kuoyu raised his eyebrows, and his laughter seemed quite sincere, probably because he was happy that his family's inheritance was still alive.
Only then did the burly man speak: "Why did you appear in Shengyuan Mountain?"
Mu Qing looked at the burly man and said doubtfully, "Senior seems to be very hostile to me."
Ou Yechen raised his eyebrows and took a few steps closer to Mu Qing.
These three long swords should have a special bond with the three people. Holding the long swords will temporarily have the realm of life.
At this moment, the oppression brought by Ou Yechen seemed to be real. Mu Qing stood there with his mouth pursed, his skin faintly blood red.
But as a figure stood in front of the two of them, the oppression suddenly disappeared.
Jian Xiu glanced at Ou Yechen, who turned away with a sullen face.
Mu Qing looked at this scene, frowning thoughtfully.
"I would like to ask, what is the status of the three seniors now? How can I help?" Mu Qing asked.
Su Kuoyu laughed and said, "Young man, you don't know how disappointed we were when you revealed your identity. Two upright men and no woman can understand you."
Mu Qing looked at the sword cultivator in front of him, his eyes focused.
Jian Xiu's eyebrows were already clear, but the traces of aging were quickly stained.
"This is……"
Jian Xiu smiled calmly: "We have been living here in Wenjian Stone for who knows how many years. What we wanted to wait for was a person from the Sword Sect who was well versed in the Sword Scripture. Unfortunately, it was you who we met."
Mu Qing frowned and pointed at the sword in Jian Xiu's hand, "How about I seal it again?"
"It's useless." Ou Yechen looked at Mu Qing coldly, "Once we have a completely clear mind, our vitality will continue to drain until it disappears completely."
Mu Qing was a little apologetic upon hearing this, and understood why the other party was hostile to him.
Jian Xiu said: "This is an outcome that has been destined for a long time. Brother Taoist, why should we regret it?"
Ou Yechen walked away.
Mu Qing was thinking about ways to help the three of them, and looked up at Jian Xiu, "I have a sword fairy sister."
Jian Xiu's eyes were a little confused, "Can you tell me about the current situation of Jianzong?"
"I don't know much about Sword Sect." Mu Qing shook his head and continued: "My sister's situation was not much better than yours at the beginning, but now she has successfully recast her body and survived the second heavenly tribulation. Maybe you can trust me and tell me more about your current situation?"
Ou Yechen came back, clasped his fists in an extremely serious tone and said, "Zhuoxue Peak Ou Yechen, is there really anything you can do, fellow Taoist?"
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "I am a Chaos Body, and I barely know some advanced secret arts."
