Su Changqing looked at the opponent who jumped onto the competition stage in front of him. This should be Xie Junyao who was second in the rankings.
The female nun opposite was beautiful, her jade-like face glowed with a cold white glaze, but her eyebrows revealed a sharpness like a blade that was completely opposite to her gorgeous appearance. She held a sword in her eyes, The sword is not unsheathed, but one can still feel its sharp energy.
Su Changqing's eyes passed over the long sword in the hands of the female cultivator opposite, and she blinked lightly.
It turns out he is a swordsman.
It seems that he should be a disciple of Shaoyang Peak or Tongming Peak.
This female cultivator didn't seem to have a crooked temperament, and she greeted Su Chang with a calm expression:
"Tongming Peak Xie Junyao, please give me some advice from my junior sister."
Sure enough, I guessed right.
This beautiful female nun is indeed second on the ranking list.
Su Changqing also bowed in return, and then the momentum of the two of them surged at the same time, and they launched attacks in unison.
But seeing Xie Junyao wave his sleeves, he quickly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and unsheathed the sword. The light of the sword was extremely dazzling, and the sharp energy leaking from the sword seemed to be solidifying.
The next moment, like the waning moon tearing apart, a sword struck out. The sword light condensed into a ray, causing an astonishing sword cry. In an instant, the sharp sword struck directly at Su Changqing.
This sword is fast and accurate, decisive and cruel.
Not to be outdone, Su Changqing, with a body shape like the wind, quickly retreated to avoid the fierce attack of the sword. The next moment, the long stick in his hand flashed, and the end of the stick instantly condensed a spark mark.
The fire transformed and suddenly shot out from the side!
"Keng! Keng Keng!! Zheng——"
A fierce clash of sticks and swords.
The weapons clashed in one place, and then separated at the same moment. The figures of the two people passed each other, and they both took a step back.
Su Changqing frowned almost unnoticeably. The overwhelming force of the stick and sword collision made her mouth feel numb, and even the finger bones she was holding on the long stick felt a faint pain.
She believed that the other party must also feel this way.
But Xie Junyao, who was opposite him, still had an unchanging expression, with the coldness and strength of ice. He raised his long sword in his hand, and the sword was as sharp as an eagle's beak. A concentrated sword light burst out, and his body moved in a blink of an eye. He came to Su Changqing and was instantly killed again!
The invading sword was as fast as lightning and flint.
In Su Changqing's eyes, the sword was not slow, but it had enough time for her to react.
The weak girl's eyes were shining like water, but the long stick in her hand roared like a tiger and struck out. The stick followed her body, swinging and slashing with each step. The end of the stick showed strength, and suddenly swept out, with a fierce force. It's like a dragon winding around a stick and piercing the throat, and like a meteor falling to the ground, no reservations!
A cold light suddenly appeared.
The edge is unforged.
In an instant, the blood-fire-like stick roared and the golden sword energy collided in the void!
The sound of gold and iron was clanking.
Countless sparks flew.
The two blows collided with each other, causing a gap to appear on the flat ground on the fighting platform.
There was an invisible air of chilling in the air.
Xie Junyao's cold eyebrows showed a trace of coldness, and then the star power in his hand condensed and poured into the sword body instantly.
The whistling sword light tore through the air, and the sword light flashed and turned into a continuous force, like a waterfall rushing to kill.
And when Su Changqing swung the long stick in his hand, it contained an astonishing force, and a spark mark quickly formed on the end of the stick. The power suddenly surged, like a falling scarlet light.
At the same time, star power surges around the body, and the senses strengthened by star power keenly capture the trajectory of any change on the fighting stage.
Streams of blood-red air suddenly swirled in the air, defeating the swords coming from all directions. The sparks bloomed like scarlet blood lines rushing out.
Ferocious, dangerous, broken, strange.
Under the impact of this huge force, both of them retreated continuously, retreating more than ten meters before they stabilized their bodies.
Su Changqing quickly tapped the end of the long stick on the ground to soften the impact of the earthquake. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the beautiful sword cultivator opposite her, her thoughts turning rapidly.
A swordsman becomes stronger when he encounters a strong opponent, and is good at fighting opponents with moves and improvising on the spot. You like to use the experience of fighting enemies to hone himself, thereby improving his combat skills and understanding of the power and intention of the sword.
The stronger the opponent, it is equivalent to a harder grinding stone for the sword cultivator, and the longer the opponent fights, the easier it is to stimulate the potential of the sword cultivator.
Therefore, when fighting a sword cultivator, you must not extend the battle line, otherwise you will be tired and idle no matter how hard you fight, or you must contribute to the sword cultivator. Only by fighting quickly can you win the victory.
Su Changqing made a quick judgment in her heart, and clasped her hands in a circle around the long stick. Star power spread along the stick, and suddenly with a sharp swing, the stick suddenly stabbed out.
The strong wind blew into the ears, blowing the girl's hair in all directions, and the girl's weak brows were flashed by the cold chill.
Step forward to stab the stick, step back and lift diagonally, your thoughts are like lightning.
Sweeping, collapsing, plucking, twisting, and dancing, each move is powerful and powerful, and the attack is fast, changeable, and intensive, like a gust of wind and rain.
Each stick move condenses one spark mark after another, and the majestic atmosphere is revealed, faintly like a lion and tiger roaring, while the stick moves flash and are continuous.
In an instant, the stick shot out violently, as if it was carrying a red wave as sharp as a blade, and it seemed to be carrying the ultimate killing intent.
Seeing Su Changqing open and close and perform extremely fierce stick moves, Xie Junyao's expression did not change at all, but her heart sank. Even though her cultivation level was better than this junior sister's, she was not good at stick skills. He has a lot of attainments, and can even be said to be good at this.
His moral conduct is lower than his own, but he is a powerful enemy.
If you want to win, you will have to fight hard.
Seeing that the stick was about to be wrapped in the Star Fire Seal, Xie Junyao flipped her wrist and swung her sword to kill. The sword moved in sync with the body, and her clothes flew like waves.
One sword after another, the golden light at the tip of the sword rose instantly, as if it had the intention of piercing all living things. The sword light was sharp and dazzling, and then instantly turned into shadows. The light and shadow intertwined, making it difficult to catch the trace of the sword light.
The sword that was shot out showed a gleam of cold light.
Swift and violent.
Go away in a flash.
The cold front strikes.
Like a brilliant thunder from the sky, the killing sword energy is fully displayed, and the power of the sword surges like the wind in an instant.
It's like a fierce sword that rides the wind and breaks through the clouds.
The fierce force of the stick is like breaking the sun and slashing the moon.
The two stirred and collided again, the sound of gold and iron clashing was harsh, and sparks flew everywhere, like broken and scattered daisies.
A chaotic and violent wind was set off in an instant. The wind roared and roared, and the dust it raised spread wantonly, seeming to fill every inch of the air, giving it a spooky and ghostly feeling.
The two people fighting each other had their eyes crossed.
Xie Junyao's star power was stronger, and the sword energy that burst out was more powerful and colder than the violent airflow on the fighting platform, rolling up Su Changqing's hair and skirt.
A trace of emotion appeared on the girl's brows, and the finger bones she held on the long stick were white and raised, and seemed to be trembling slightly. A line of blood ran across the onion-like fingertips and dripped silently.
