Chapter 495 The Encounter of Two Swords

The sword boat retreated slowly, and Liu Ci walked into the sky.

He stood in the air, quietly looking at the Sword God of the West Sea.

He didn't speak, and everyone knew that he accepted the opponent's invitation to fight.

The practitioners couldn't help being a little surprised to see that he was still holding his hands behind his back, and wondered where the Chengtian Sword was?

Even if it only takes a flash of thought to summon the flying sword from a monster in the sky-reaching realm, it still takes time.

In this level of battle, shouldn't he buy all the time to summon the flying sword in advance?

The sea breeze blew in the sky between Liu Ci and the Sword God of the West Sea, rolling up fine waves that were more than ten miles long.

The beautiful sunlight also refracted at this moment, as if it was much sharper.

Many practitioners suddenly felt a tingling pain in their eyes, and subconsciously shed tears.

Just confrontation, the sword intent emanating from the two giants is already so powerful that it is impossible to look directly at it.

For Qingshan Sect, this battle between peerless powerhouses is not worthwhile.

But Liu Ci is the head of Qingshan, so if he draws his sword from the west, he will naturally welcome him.

Two extremely powerful qi machines have locked each other in the air, and the two sides may strike swords at any time. The other party is also the strongest in Chaotian Continent, Liu Ci can't be distracted to think about other things at this time, for example, he doesn't actually have a sword, for example, where is the south...

Even if Nan Chi appeared suddenly as Jing Jiu predicted, he could only ignore it for the time being.

The green mountains are all here, so what if the southern trend appears?

If Nan Chi wants to take the opportunity to attack Qingshan, there will naturally be surprises waiting for him.

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On the frozen sea, Shaoming Island is like a black gem in the snow and frost. The top has been cut flat by the Sword God of the West Sea. It is extremely smooth and reflects the sunlight in a more beautiful color. If you look closely, you can still see some tunnels.

The sword boat on Shangde Peak is high in the sky, watching this picture condescendingly.

Not far away are the cloud boats of the Zhongzhou School and the bitter boats of Yimao Zhai. In the clouds, the sound of sutra chanting by the preaching masters of Guocheng Temple can be faintly heard.

No matter how powerful Daoist Taiping is, he still has no way to run out in such a situation.

Yuan Qijing looked at the blood stains on Yinfeng's tail feathers, not worried that it dared to resist the will of the fate card and sneak into Shaoming Island to help Master, but felt that there was something else wrong.

There was a small air bubble in the blood stain, and there was a small black spot in the air bubble.

In front of the ruined temple in the distant barren hills, when the red lantern was burned, this little blood bubble also burst.

The little black spot in the blood bubble came into the air, rose against the wind, and quickly turned into a child.

The child was wearing a dark cardigan, with a small bun, his face was as pale as a ghost, and his figure was as thin as a ghost.

"What the hell."

Yuan Qijing's white hair was blown by the wind, looking a bit vicissitudes.

His expression was still so dull, but his voice was a little emotional.

The sword ghost from the south suddenly appeared in the sword boat of Qingshan.

Everything happened too suddenly.

Even Yinfeng didn't react.

With a soft rubbing sound, the sword ghost boy passed through Yuan Qijing's body and swept out of the cabin.

It wasn't until this time that the three-foot sword on the ice broke through the air and returned to the cabin.

The sword ghost boy from Nanzhi had been hiding in the body of the flying whale all along.

Flying Whale pretends to crash into Shaoming Island and die with Daoist Taiping, but is intercepted by Yinfeng.

The sword ghost boy stained Yinfeng's tail feathers along with the whale's blood, thereby avoiding the sword formation of Qingshan disciples and directly entering the sword boat, shortening the distance from Yuan Qijing.

More importantly, Yuan Qijing's three-foot sword has been on the surface of the sea, maintaining the ice seal on Shaoming Island.

All this sounds simple, but it is necessary to grasp the real relationship between Yinfeng and Taiping, and understand Yuan Qijing's true thoughts about Taiping.

This can be said to be one of the most successful sneak attacks in the history of the practice world.

When the three-foot sword returned, Yuan Qijing's body was quickly covered by extremely thick ice and snow, and no wounds could be seen, but judging from the fatigued breath, he must have been seriously injured.

The sword demon boy who came outside the cabin obviously became much lighter.

Junior Sister Yushan was the first to discover this strange thing and exclaimed in alarm.

Qingshan disciple remained calm in the face of danger, reacted extremely quickly, and cut down countless sword lights.

In just an instant, the temperature of Jianzhou dropped a lot, and a light layer of frost formed on the deck.

The sword ghost boy was floating between the frost and snow, it seemed to be faster than those sword lights.

Duan Liantian fell heavily to the ground, without breathing, a big mouth appeared in the chest and abdomen, the sword pill was cut into pieces, the flying sword had no owner, and flew obliquely towards the sea surface.

Yin Feng swept out of the cabin, let out an angry roar, black feathers like swords, and slashed at Sword Demon Boy.

However, Sword Demon Boy's movement skills are extremely strange, like unreal light and shadow, while avoiding Yinfeng's attack, he continued to kill himself.

Chi Yan let out a muffled snort, and retreated with a broken arm.

Ghosts fluttered around.

Sword Demon Boy completely surpassed the scope of understanding of the so-called Dao of the Sword. He backed up tens of feet suddenly, brushing the wings of the Yin Phoenix, and came to a certain place in Jianzhou.

"Protect Junior Sister!"

The disciples of Shangde Peak gathered together and chopped off with flying swords.

Blood splattered and people died constantly.

The snowstorm in the sky suddenly became wild.

Sword Demon Boy stagnated slightly.

The next moment, he shockingly sneaked into the sword boat.

People guessed what the monster was trying to do, but it was too late to stop it.

There was only a loud click, and the core of the sword boat formation was destroyed, falling from a high altitude to the ground, unable to carry such a huge weight anymore, and scattered into countless pieces.

The disciples of Shangde Peak rose up with their swords one after another, and some seriously injured and dead disciples fell together with the fragments of the sword boat.

The phoenix howled fiercely, soaring into the sky, chasing that small and ethereal ghost in the sky.

The sword light flashed, and other Qingshan Jianzhou disciples came to rescue them, but the three of them were instantly killed by the sword ghost boy.

The wind and snow suddenly picked up again, and a transparent ice mass suddenly appeared in the sky.

Sword Demon Boy was trapped in the ice mass.

But it didn't last long, and countless cracks formed in the ice mass, and it spread out.

Yuan Qijing stood in the snowstorm, staring at a certain place in the sky, with his long hair loose.

Holding the three-foot sword in both hands, he slashed towards the area.

Countless wind and snow enveloped the West Sea.

The figure of Sword Demon Boy loomed among them.

No orders were needed, all the flying swords of Qingshan Jianzhou flew there.

Hundreds of flying swords, with hundreds of sharp sword lights, penetrated the wind and snow, chasing and killing that figure.

With such a formation, even the strongest devil and the ghost of the underworld were strangled.

But Liu Ci knew that this was not enough, because the other party was the most powerful sword fairy in the world, and he was obviously in an extremely strange state.

He looked at the figure in the wind and snow, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to draw his sword.

Countless tides suddenly appeared in the West Sea.

The sword of the twelve-story building arrives.

There was a loud bang.

The tide is scattered invisible, and the sea breeze blows the wind and snow.

Practitioners from various sects looked up at the sky, only to see two very tall figures fighting in the very high void.

Thunder and lightning kept falling.

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In a ruined temple on a barren mountain.

Jing Jiu looked at Nan Chao, took a step forward, and naturally held his hand with his right hand.

Nan Chi's hands are very old, cold, and full of wrinkles, not like hands, but more like inanimate things.

Countless sword lights gushed out from their hands and floated in all directions.

The hidden wound in Nan Wang's body was drawn by the sword intent, and it flared up again. He pressed his head against Jing Jiu's back, his face pale.

The white cat squatted on Jing Jiu's shoulder, staring into Nan Chi's eyes, and kept thinking about the timing of the attack.

You can be cowardly at other times, but today it may even involve the survival of the Qingshan Sect. As the guardian of Qingshan, it must not retreat.

Jianguang continued to float out from the tightly held hands of Jing Jiu and Nan Chi, like snowflakes, and then slowly fell from the sky into the ruins.

Clank! Countless swords sounded, and the ruins of the ruined temple and the gravel were cut into the finest particles, which were swept up by the wind.

Those winds were soon chopped into pieces, and turned into the warmest spring breeze, falling on Jing Jiu's face, his expression remained unchanged.

Nan Chi looked at him and said with emotion: "It really is a perfect sword, but it's a pity that your current level is too low."

This is still saying that the sword follows the people.

Jing Jiu said, "You are just a sword now, you don't even have a realm."

This is talking about the law of raising sword ghosts and seizing souls.

Nan Chi Weiyi said, "I didn't expect you to understand this."

Jing Jiu said: "You were cut off from the Dao tree and embarked on the path of reversing cultivation to become a sword. Your body is indeed indestructible."

Nan Chi said: "Yes, it's hard for anything to hurt me now."

Jing Jiu said, "I'm very special."

Yes, Nan Wang, who broke the sea boundary, couldn't hurt Nan Chi, but he could.

A very thin crack appeared on Nan Chi's wrist, and immediately after that, a crack appeared on his tiger's mouth, and the flesh and blood inside could be seen.

The strange thing is that those flesh and blood are gray and white, and they really look like mummy.

"There is no boundary, only reality."

Nan Chi looked at him and said, "Your problem is that you try to cultivate the sword beyond the realm, so when your realm is low, this sword is not so special."

When the words fell, Jing Jiu's belt fell off.

Immediately afterwards, a section of his hair also fell.

Then, one of his earlobe fell down.

The white cat looked at the drop of blood on his ear, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak, thinking that you were injured?

Nan Chi looked at him and smiled and said, "If you don't let go, you will die, are you afraid?"

The sword's cry continued, non-stop in the sky and the earth, a little distorted, like a buzzing sound.

The sword light kept fluttering, cutting off everything that could be encountered.

Jing Jiu told Liu Shisui in the mountain village that cutting off is what he is best at.

Today he finally met another person who was as good at cutting off as himself.

It's just that one uses people as swords, and the other uses swords as people.

As Nan Chi said, his realm is still too low, if he insists on not letting go, he will really die.

Jing Jiu didn't want to die, but he wouldn't let go either.

He said to Nan Chi: "The Castle Peak Sword Formation is coming, are you afraid?"