Chapter 4716? The Prosperity of 3 Swords

Chunqiu, who was running wildly, felt as if he had been punched in the head, and his whole body flew out.

At the same time he flew out, the power that shook the sky and the earth completely exploded.

Like the ringing of an ancient bell, the extreme day that cannot be seen directly also lights up.

Chunqiu was shocked, but found that he could not escape the terrifying shock wave at all with his own realm.

At this moment, he only felt a strong wind blowing across his back, like a big palm, firmly supporting his figure.

Chun Qiu looked behind him subconsciously, only to see the little emperor who was still pale in luxurious clothes, and the purple-robed figure that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, standing behind him at some point.

The extremely huge force of force envelops the three of them and turns them into a barrier to block the terrifying martyrdom.

"Big partner, guess who wins and who loses." The little emperor's expression remained unchanged, and he said slowly while looking ahead.

The thin little purple robe raised his head, and his eyes that were not clear looked at the center where the explosion occurred, "Chen Qing, you have already lost."

In this simple conversation, the sacrificial explosion caused by the sacrificial explosion slowly dissipated, and a huge pit appeared on one side.

On both sides of the giant pit, there are two figures.

The sword has no two faces, no waves, and the black shirt seems to have only dust on the hem, and the Tailuo Divine Sword in his hand is trembling.

Chen Qing on the other side, although a little embarrassed, the excitement and wariness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

His heart is very clear, if he hadn't completely released his realm just now, Jian Wushuang's blow, with his first-style sword intent, would have been impossible to catch.

But so what? Today, he will try out all the swordsmanship of Jian Wushuang with his own body, and try his best to use it for his own use.

After all, it is almost impossible to meet someone like that ancient sword fairy again.

The fierce aura surged up again. If Chen Qing was still in a state of hiding in the first strike, then now, he is already showing his edge!

At this time, Jian Wushuang said two words from a distance, "Two swords."

Chen Qing's eyes narrowed, a sword intent far surpassing the previous one floated around him, and at the same time, one side was like the light wheel of the sun,

A figurative appearance appeared behind him!

This time, it was still Chen Qing who took the lead.

The general trend of Huang Huang rose in an instant, and in the light wheel, there were ten thousand lightsabers moving restlessly!

The light wheel turned, and a lightsaber with red-gold patterns wrapped around it, like a giant wave, smashed its head towards Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was speechless. He didn't understand a little. Although Chen Qing's swordsmanship was not that strong, it should be enough to stand out.

But at the moment, the sword intent he released, although majestic, was too broad, and on the contrary, it was not subtle, causing Jian Wushuang to see its weakness at a glance.

The kendo practiced by Chen Qing is tolerant and magnificent, but it is slightly weak as a whole.

Jian Wushuang floated forward, carrying an invisible sword on his back, facing the wall that was almost composed of sword edges, and stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is the ultimate sword written by Ding Baiyi, which abandoned everything, including his own sword.

A faint white awn flickered, and the impotent tip of the sword was like a swimming fish dipping on the surface of the water.

A layer of ripples swayed.

This sword is a mix of 100,000 swords, and it will go forward without a single sword!

With the ripples rising, Wan Jian shattered and Guanghua shattered.

Chen Qing, who was carrying the light wheel, trembled slightly at the moment when the brilliant sword intent was broken.

He seemed to smell a familiar breath, and the memory that was so far away that it was about to be wiped out quietly came to his mind.

And the little emperor and the thin purple robe beside him could not hide the surprise in his eyes at this moment.

So much so that when Jian Wushuang's unabated stern sword cut off a strand of Chen Qing's hair, he regained his senses.

"You are very strong. In kendo, I have already lost." A bitterness appeared on Chen Qing's face. In the two swordsmanships in a row, he lost completely.

Jian Wushuang did not put away the long sword in his hand, but looked at Chen Qing with a smile, not paying any attention to his previous unfair actions.

"Brother Chen, let's learn from each other, regardless of whether we win or lose, we only discuss swordsmanship. If I guess right, you should have a sword."

Chen Qing heard the words, his eyes lit up slightly, and then dimmed again, "Brother Jian is right, but my sword is still just a framework, and it has not been completed."

"If kendo doesn't go through any practice, then it's just a framework after all, and that's how it is with practice, enlightenment and sitting." Jian Wushuang said in a low voice, then his wrist flicked, and the invisible long sword trembled.

Chen Qing's eyes were fiery, and his belligerence rose again.

"Then Chen will be ugly!"

When the voice fell, the real sword in his hand trembled quietly, the earth shook, and ravines burst into the sky. Ten dark blue sword intents like a giant pillar to the sky ripped apart the ground, rising like a frightening dragon.

Chen Qingning stood on the spot, the real sword in his hand pointed directly at the sky, and the ten magnificent giant lights made everything dyed with a dark blue meaning.

Jian Wushuang stood in the void, looking forward calmly, and then the invisible sword was thrown into the air by him.

The next moment, ten dark blue sword-intent giant pillars wrapped in all the power, intertwined with each other, and annihilated the sky and the earth.

At the same time, the invisible sword that was thrown into the air quietly disintegrated, turning into hundreds of millions of strands of sword intent.

Jian Wushuang put his hands behind his back, and the billions of sword intents condensed under him, like the Milky Way in the sky.

The little emperor, who was watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

After seeing Jian Wushuang's sword intent that was better than the previous one, Chen Qing's extremely nervous gaze was replaced by bitterness.

This is just the sword intent of the frame, and it seems that it will die before it is created.

Jian Wushuang stepped on the Tianhe Sword Intent to come, and his eyes were extremely calm from beginning to end.

Under the impending collision of the two without any suspense, everything seemed to stagnate for a moment.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a faint sound like the sound of a clear spring.

Chen Qing was stunned.

The sword intent that belonged to Jian Wushuang disappeared, and disappeared at the moment when it was about to collide.

The sword intent exuding a magnificent dark blue color, without obstruction, finally exploded in the sky.

Everyone subconsciously stretched out their hands to cover their eyes, and then looked forward again.

Jian Wushuang appeared on the ground at an unknown time, pressing his right hand on the hilt of the Tailuo Divine Sword at his waist, and nodded slightly to Chen Qing.

Everyone saw it clearly. In this last confrontation, Jian Wushuang dissipated the Tianhe Sword Intent on his own, and did not compete with it.

This represents the completion of Chen Qing's kendo.

Chen Qing came back to his senses, and solemnly bowed his hands to Jian Wushuang, "Thank you, Brother Jian."

He knew very well that if Jian Wushuang's sword intent fell, he would have no chance of winning.

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