Gu Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said with a smile: "Old Qin, the gun is pretty good."
Qin Qinglin raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and also said in a complimentary tone: "Your sword has improved a lot."
Hearing the praise, Gu Qingfeng waved his hand and said modestly: "How can it be? No matter how strong this sword is, it is still a sword in the world, but it cannot compare with the spear in the sky."
How could Qin Qinglin not know the strange yin and yang aura in Gu Qingfeng's mouth.
He and Gu Qingfeng have always had two different ideas.
He wanted to go to heaven, while Gu Qingfeng rejected heaven and missed the world.
Therefore, when the gun appeared, Qin Qinglin saw a lot of disgust on Gu Qingfeng's face.
Gu Qingfeng pointed at the gun and said disdainfully: "Old Qin, I'm not telling you, am I a bit incompetent when using someone else's gun?"
Qin Qinglin nodded without hesitation and admitted: "It's true that I'm not good at it. When I get to heaven, there will naturally be something better."
Hearing this, Gu Qingfeng burst into laughter and even held his stomach in an exaggerated manner, "Old Qin, don't think about that day. Even if the real immortal comes, I will beat the shit out of him."
Qin Qinglin spread his hands and shook his head helplessly.
The two sides stopped talking nonsense and continued fighting.
Gu Qingfeng continued to pass the sword forward, but this time, his sword was obviously much harder than before.
The sword intention displayed by Gu Qingfeng at this moment was stronger than every time before.
His expression was indifferent, and he had almost no reservations towards Qin Qinglin. He did not make any defense and only kept repeating one action.
Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword again.
Qin Qinglin twitched the corner of his mouth.
This old rival of his seems to really hate immortals.
He probably really wanted to live up to those bullshit he boasted about at the time.
Qin Qinglin faced the sword that kept advancing towards him, blocking left and right. For a moment, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have no room to draw his gun.
Gu Qingfeng would not give him any chance to make a move.
Qin Qinglin found that he was a little passive.
The successive sword passes were undoubtedly consuming a lot of Qi in Gu Qingfeng's body. Every time he drew the sword, he seemed to be full of threats, but he always had to distinguish who his opponent was.
The opponent in front of him was Qin Qinglin, so how could he be one of those ordinary minions?
Some of these sword draws are meaningless.
But Gu Qingfeng still did it.
What he is thinking, probably only he knows best at this moment.
Qin Qinglin couldn't help but frown. Gu Qingfeng, who was going crazy, was really difficult to deal with.
At this moment, he could only muster up his energy and look for a chance to distance himself and let himself take a breath first.
Finally, an opportunity appeared. When a master passed by, Qin Qinglin immediately fired a shot to force Gu Qingfeng back, and he also swept back.
When he turned back, he saw a flying sword already hanging above his head.
Qin Qinglin quickly reached up and opened the flying sword, but at this moment, Gu Qingfeng stuck to Qin Qinglin again, and then continued to draw the sword.
Qin Qinglin, who missed an opportunity, fell into passivity again.
But his heart gradually calmed down.
Since Gu Qingfeng wants to fight like this, then let him do whatever he wants.
Throughout the mountain, countless sword energy and terrifying energy were intertwined.
The entire sky changed its color.
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Outside Jinguan City, there is a small wooden house in the woods.
Dong Liuyao fiddled with the money in his hand in the wooden house.
I don't know if it was because I didn't hold it firmly in my hand, but the money suddenly scattered on the ground.
Dong Liuyao smiled, bent down and picked up the money. He stopped fiddling with it, opened the door of the wooden house, walked out, and looked up into the distance.
He murmured: "The fighting was so fierce, it would be a pity not to go and see."
Dong Liuyao flew up to a hilltop, which was not far from the hilltop where Gu Qingfeng and Qin Qinglin fought.
He came to the top of the mountain, chose a good big rock, sat on it, crossed his legs, took out the coins again, and started playing with them in his hands.
In fact, with Dong Liuyao's ability, he could walk closer, and the barrier could not stop him at all, but he still thought about it and did not choose to break into the barrier. It would be good to just sit here. .
Sitting on the top of the mountain, looking at half of the sky that had been dyed red, Dong Liuyao clicked his tongue and said: "It's really good. If I could have encountered such an opponent back then, the outcome might have been very different."
The fighting there was getting more and more intense, and Dong Liuyao would shout a few times from time to time. Even he had rarely seen such fighting before.
Probably because of the surprise, Dong Liuyao said with some lingering fear: "It's a pity that I was born too early. If I were born in this world, I'm afraid I won't have much potential."
The battle in the distance was getting more and more intense. Dong Liuyao was like a spectator, muttering something from time to time, probably commenting on the shortcomings or advantages of this move.
After muttering, Dong Liuyao suddenly looked up at the sky and said with some disdain: "You are really a protector, you can even take out this gun."
Suddenly, a sword light suddenly rose in the distance, and the sea of clouds was instantly torn open.
Dong Liuyao looked at the sword light and the torn sea of clouds, and laughed.
"It's truly a world-beating battle."
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The two of them fought with swords and guns, mostly Gu Qingfeng, who kept suppressing Qin Qinglin with his powerful sword intent.
However, these are far from enough.
The sky flame in Gu Qingfeng's hand has already reached the sky with sword energy. With a wave of his hand, a small river of sword energy can be formed.
It is never easy for a sword cultivator to create a long river of sword energy with a single swing of a sword.
Many sword cultivators have been pondering for a lifetime, but they may not be able to display a long river of sword energy of their own.
The sea of clouds was torn into strips, and even if you wanted to get closer, it would be very difficult.
The sword energy was blocking it here. Qin Qinglin raised his head and looked at the sea of clouds, feeling suddenly startled in his heart.
He knew that Gu Qingfeng would definitely improve over the years.
But he didn't expect that Gu Qingfeng's progress far exceeded his imagination.
He really took a big step forward.
Of course, Qin Qinglin was a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he met Gu Qingfeng at this time. If it had been a while, how far would he have gone?
Thinking of this, Qin Qinglin suddenly became curious.
At the moment when Gu Qingfeng sheathed his sword, Qin Qinglin suddenly raised the spear in his hand, pulled it out several positions, and then immediately turned into a stream of light and headed towards the sea of clouds.
Gu Qingfeng frowned, took a deep breath, and turned into a sword light to chase after him.
The two came into the air.
But this time, Qin Qinglin took the initiative.
Dao of immortal energy floated out from his gun, and soon formed a huge thick fog, wrapping himself in it.
Gu Qingfeng tentatively handed a few swords forward. Each sword was powerful and heavy, but the effect was like a punch hitting cotton.
And just at the moment when he hesitated, the tip of the spear was already in front of his eyes.
Gu Qingfeng quickly blocked it with his sword, then swung forward to break the incoming gun, and immediately moved towards the rear.
Qin Qinglin chased after him and began to speed up his shooting speed, just like Gu Qingfeng had done before, leaving no room for him to fight back.
The situation seemed to be reversed again.
This time it was Gu Qingfeng defending and Qin Qinglin attacking.
After the two fought for several rounds, they both found it a bit funny.
The battle between masters should be amazing, but now, it feels a bit like children's play, like a turn-based game.
The first person to figure this out was Qin Qinglin. After the shot was deflected, he regained his strength and stopped stubbornly shooting forward.
Gu Qingfeng also took advantage of this opportunity without drawing his sword. After taking a breath, he smiled and asked: "Old Qin, are you tired?"
Qin Qinglin shook his head, "It's boring. If we continue fighting like this, I'm afraid it will take three days and three nights."
Gu Qingfeng nodded and said coquettishly: "That's true. How about you don't defend yourself and let me stab you first. If you can withstand it, I won't defend you either. How about you stab me?"
Qin Qinglin sneered. Naturally, he would not agree to this ridiculous idea.
Gu Qingfeng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the Wuyan in his hand trembled at this moment.
Qin Qinglin frowned, raised his gun and took a stance.
However, Gu Qingfeng's sword was not handed to Qin Qinglin, but towards Yunhai.
In an instant, the sea of clouds surged and opened a long crack.
Then, the crack suddenly continued to expand until the entire sea of clouds was split into two.
Qin Qinglin looked up at the crack and saw that Gu Qingfeng had already taken the first step towards the crack. He thought for a moment, but followed closely without much hesitation.
The two of them entered the crack together, and everything around them suddenly stopped making noise.
The two of them seemed to be standing in a vast galaxy. At this moment, the two strongest people in the world seemed a little small.
In the crack, Gu Qingfeng made a move that made Qin Qinglin somewhat unexpected.
He threw away Wuyan in his hand and made a fist gesture.
Qin Qinglin raised his gun. He didn't know what new tricks his old opponent had, so he could only stay prepared.
In an instant, Gu Qingfeng had already stepped in front of him and punched his head.
Qin Qinglin raised his gun to block it, and hit the gun body with his hard fist, making a roar.
When Qin Qinglin wanted to adjust, Gu Qingfeng had already slumped his shoulders and bumped towards Qin Qinglin, knocking him back several feet.
In this vast galaxy, Qin Qinglin had some difficulty controlling his steps. When he stabilized his body, he held the spear and wanted to swing it forward, he suddenly found that the immortal energy on the spear seemed to be much weaker.
The moment he was thinking about this subtle change, Gu Qingfeng had already rushed to Qin Qinglin again and punched him in the head again.
This time, Qin Qinglin did not react and actually received such a punch.
Qin Qinglin's head suddenly turned green, and he instantly looked up.
Gu Qingfeng took advantage of the situation and punched down. Qin Qinglin had no choice but to quickly abandon the spear in his hand and also slapped Gu Qingfeng on the wrist, causing the punch to pass towards his ear.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Qinglin immediately straightened up and landed a palm on Gu Qingfeng's heart. A steady stream of terrifying Qi instantly surged out from his palm, wrapping up Gu Qingfeng in just the blink of an eye.
The terrifying energy began to invade Gu Qingfeng's body and penetrated into countless acupoints.
Gu Qingfeng's face turned pale instantly. He originally wanted to punch him, but he could only withdraw his fist and retreat.
