"Boy, why are you so slow to pretend?"
On the sword questioning platform, a teasing voice sounded behind Mu Qing.
Mu Qing's eyebrows moved slightly, he put the final seal on Su Kuoyu, and turned around to look.
The standing stone statue in the center of the platform has disappeared, replaced by a middle-aged man with a long sword in his arms, messy beard and hair, looking lazy and lifeless.
Mu Qing let go of his sword, and Su Kuoyu and the others flew to the edge of the sword-asking platform without saying a word the whole time.
Mu Qing remembered Su Kuoyu's hesitant reminder at the end, and took the initiative to say: "Were the bonds between swords and their respective masters set up by seniors?"
The scrawled man rolled his eyes: "If I had that spare time, would it be your turn to come here to save people? Stop talking nonsense. You have sealed them, which is considered a victory. Now you are qualified to ask me about the sword."
Mu Qing blinked, feeling a little weird in his heart.
Is this the remnant of swordsmanship left by the predecessors?
Mu Qing gave up the temptation and exhaled a breath, saying: "Suzaku City, Mu Qing."
The big man grinned: "Fang Jun."
As soon as Fang Jun finished speaking, he disappeared from Mu Qing's sight. Mu Qing's heart tightened, and he slashed his sword behind him. The sword fire raged, and the extreme cold edge was everywhere. Fang Jun was forced out of his body, and he stabbed Mu Qing with his sword. Qinghouxin.
Mu Qing's eyes darkened, and he threw himself forward. His shoulder was in severe pain, and a line of blood shot into the air.
"Hey, that's it?"
Fang Jun's sword sank, and he swept the sword across, trying to cut off Mu Qing's head directly. However, he was blocked by the wide raised sword blade. The huge force poured into the Demon Suppressing Sword, and Mu Qing was pushed to the ground, scraping the ground. It flew nearly a hundred feet.
Mu Qing heard a sharp sword sound and had no time to examine why the opponent could ignore the power of the Nine Netherworld contained in the sword fire. He slapped his palm to the ground and moved a hundred feet sideways again.
Fang Jun's sword missed, and his speed suddenly increased. Before Mu Qing could change direction again, he slashed down with his sword. Hundreds of bright sword shadows fell to the ground like meteors, swallowing Mu Qing instantly.
"Bang bang bang."
The sword shadows strangled together, making a fierce sound of gold and iron clashing. Suddenly, the sound of the clashing stopped, and with a "boom", Mu Qing rushed out of the encirclement with two vertical and horizontal sword energies, and killed towards Fang Jun.
"Haha, I can barely see it."
Fang Jun took the initiative to meet him, and the long sword in his hand did not show any sharp sword energy. After a few moves, Mu Qing was once again in a similar situation to before.
Fang Jun's realm is also in the middle stage of mortal transformation.
However, the supernatural power he exerted could not cause any harm to Fang Jun, and his kendo skills were easily broken down. The increasing number of wounds on his body seemed to remind him that this sword-fighting was a battle between children and adults.
"Pfft——"
The demon-suppressing sword was thrown away, and the sword passed through the shoulder. The sword brought out a handful of blood. Fang Jun looked at Mu Qing, his eyes full of confusion: "Do you have the nerve to call yourself a Chaos Body?"
"You are so far behind him."
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to hold the long sword pierced into his body, and slapped Fang Jun with his palm.
Fang Jun snorted coldly, and a sword energy emerged out of thin air, about to cut off Mu Qing's arm, "Pfft——"
The sword energy fell on Mu Qing's arm and failed to cut off Mu Qing's arm.
Fang Jun looked down and saw that the tip of a sword glowing with purple light had penetrated his chest.
The Suppressing Demon Sword felt Mu Qing's call and tried to return to its master's hands.
Fang Jun frowned slightly, feeling the resistance of the sword in his hand, and chuckled: "If you want to exchange injuries for injuries, I'm afraid you're still a little short."
Mu Qing looked at the smile on Fang Jun's face and exhaled: "You are just like them, you won't get hurt."
Fang Jun was about to speak when his brows suddenly frowned.
A suction force suddenly appeared on the Demon Suppressing Sword. Although this suction force was weak, he could not resist.
As Mu Qing thought, the purple light on the Demon Suppressing Sword became brighter and brighter, and a vortex appeared on the sword, eating away at Fang Jun's spiritual power bit by bit.
Fang Jun's eyes suddenly changed and he slapped Mu Qing with his palm.
After Fang Jun distanced himself, he immediately
He forced the Demon Suppressing Sword out and said coldly: "You plan to refine this sword into a magic weapon? Hongmeng Purple Qi is not used like this."
Mu Qing recalled the Demon Suppressing Sword, silently swallowed a few pills, and quickly recovered his strength, his expression not as solemn as before.
He now finally understood why Fang Jun could ignore his attack.
The opponent is a complete true spirit, and it is still in the small world under its control. Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible to win a sword duel with the opponent.
Fang Jun seemed to know what Mu Qing was thinking, and said: "This place is no longer the original sword-asking platform. If you want to pass my level, just make it a draw."
"A tie?" Mu Qing was stunned.
Fang Jun said: "No one can beat me in Wenjianshi. If you can tie with me, you can reach the top."
It was rare that the other party said so much, so Mu Qing asked: "Where is the woman who came in before?"
Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and said: "Her level of swordsmanship is different, so she will naturally have her opponents. You better worry about yourself, kid. If you can't beat me, you will be like Su Kuoyu and the others, and you will never be able to leave here."
Mu Qing stared at Fang Jun, and Fang Jun's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "This is Wenjian! If you use Hongmeng Purple Qi to refine again, I will suppress you directly!"
"Okay. Let's compete with swords."
Mu Qing pursed his lips, held his sword forward, and attacked Fang Jun again.
After half a cup of tea, Mu Qing regretted that he had agreed too quickly.
His comprehensive strength has few opponents in the same field, but on this sword questioning platform, his other methods were suppressed and ignored. Only the sword method can fully display his strength, and it happened to be Fang Jun.
The opponent is not the remnant spirit left behind by some sword cultivator, but the true spirit of the sword-asking stone, and it has also become the "Spiritual Sword Ultimate".
Mu Qing could completely understand why Su Kuoyu and the others were trapped here. It was not that the three of them were not strong, but that they were facing the existence that was at the forefront of the path of the spiritual sword.
"Bang bang——"
Mu Qing hit the ground, bounced twice like a salted fish, then stood up with support and attacked Fang Jun again.
Lihuo Sword Technique, Breaking Demons, Returning to Silence, Spiritual Life... Various sword techniques became more and more proficient in his hands, but when he attacked Fang Jun, he still could only get one result.
Many times, Fang Jun was able to break most of the momentum he had accumulated with just a single sword strike.
Since practicing Taoism, Mu Qing has never been as aggrieved as he is now, even when faced with a much higher level of persistence.
It turns out that the gap between him and others in swordsmanship can be so big.
"Buzz."
The demon-suppressing sword trembled slightly, as if worried about its owner. Mu Qing held it tightly and continued to rush towards Fang Jun.
Fang Jun frowned and said, "The Spirit Sword is the Sword of Love. Now that you have practiced your sword, you should have your own ideas even when you are performing the fixed moves in the sword manual."
He put aside the Demon Suppressing Sword with one sword and left a wound on Mu Qing's body again. It seemed that he was afraid that Mu Qing would mess up, so he did not bully him, but kept distance, "You only want to defeat me now, have you ever Have you ever cared about your own sword?"
Mu Qing froze. He pushed every move to the limit of its power. Was it the wrong choice?
Another sword clash, this time Mu Qing saved some strength. When Fang Jun attacked him again, he poured his remaining strength into the sword. Although this sword failed to hit Fang Jun, it blocked Fang Jun's attack.
Mu Qing began to learn Fang Jun's rhythm with the sword. Slowly, the sword wounds on his body increased more and more slowly.
But this was not enough. He began to actively think about how to use the same move in different situations. Then, the sword wounds on his body increased rapidly.
Fang Jun looked at Mu Qing with firm eyes and said with a smile: "Boy, you are the Chaos Body, otherwise you would have died in my hands by now."
Mu Qing remained silent. His injuries tended to get better with physical strength, but new injuries soon appeared. His blood loss was too fast. The situation was actually extremely bad, but his heart was very quiet at this moment.
As a result, his physical condition was very bad, but his mind was extremely clear. After practicing the sword moves he had learned, he began to imitate Fang Jun's sword, from its shape to its shape.
Rhyme, and then from rhyme to spirit.
"boom."
The two swords met again, and each side retreated hundreds of feet.
Fang Jun looked at Mu Qing, who seemed to be walking out of a pool of blood. Just as he was about to speak, he met a pair of extremely bright eyes.
"grass!"
Fang Jun swallowed the compliment and rushed forward.
The figures of the two men were intertwined, inseparable, and the swords in their hands left a series of collision shadows. No one was willing to retreat again.
At a certain moment, Mu Qing's figure froze for a moment, and Fang Jun, like his beard, struck him with a sword.
Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly and his eyebrows knitted together. Until then, the embankment built with absolute clarity had a gap, and the stacked pain washed away his reason.
The sword in his field of vision was already close. Although he had learned a lot about the opponent's methods, he was always a little short of defeating the opponent.
"Buzz."
The demon-suppressing sword began to tremble, reminding Mu Qing frantically.
Mu Qing suddenly raised his head, and the clarity he barely maintained in his mind exploded. He no longer thought about how to achieve the true "Sword of Love", and just held the sword forward instinctively.
The two swords collided again, and Fang Jun felt the domineering power reflected back from the sword. His already flamboyant beard and hair seemed to explode, and he softly shouted: "Broken!"
"boom--"
The powerful sword energy raged, and Mu Qing's figure flew backwards, sliding a long distance on the ground again. Read the book
Fang Jun was in mid-air, his sword energy surging like substance. He looked at Mu Qing who staggered to his feet, feeling somewhat silent.
He reminded Mu Qing not to only think about winning, but to care about the sword. But Mu Qing's last sword was back to the original point. It was a sword thrown out with the obsession to win.
This kind of confidence may be the essence of Mu Qing's swordsmanship.
Mu Qing looked at Fang Jun. Although he was pushed back a hundred feet, at the last moment, Fang Jun's aura was no longer in the middle stage of mortal transformation.
Fang Jun snorted coldly: "I violated the rules of the Wenjian Platform. I lost this battle."
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, and just as he was about to speak, the sweetness came over him, and he could only smile with his mouth closed.
Fang Jun rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been provoked by this guy, even if he was repelled by him for the first time, there would still be a fight between the two, but it would be of little significance.
At least Mu Qing really defeated him.
"You have passed the test, you can leave."
Fang Jun said in a muffled voice and waved his hand. Mu Qing felt his body soften. When the vision in front of him stabilized, he held him up with a hand. At the same time, concern sounded in his ears: "Why is it hurt so badly?"
