Chapter 2672 Is He Writing?
The next moment, Bingyin roared in the void.
Looking at it, the two sides were already separated by dozens of feet. The sleeve of Bingyin's right arm was broken, his right hand was shaking slightly, and the Tiger Roaring Sword was also shaking slightly.
Gu Qingshan's hair was in a messy bun, and a terrifying wound that was more than a foot long appeared on his chest.
The holy sword has been sheathed.
Ninety-nine percent of this attack did not see what happened.
Jiang Fan knew very well that at that moment, fighting spirit burst out. Gu Qingshan had been preparing for a long time, and he used the crazy fighting to reach the peak of fighting spirit and blasted away with a powerful blow.
Bingyin used the Tiger Roaring Sword to block, but was hit so hard that his body was shaken. At this moment, formation patterns appeared in the void, and the holy sword appeared behind Bingyin out of thin air, piercing the tiger's shadow with one blow.
Bingyin used his left hand to block with the scabbard, but was cut off by the holy sword.
Attacked from the front and back, there was no chance of a hit. Bingyin's figure faltered, and he unexpectedly escaped from between the scabbard and the holy sword. But his sleeve was shattered. Fortunately, his true energy was much stronger than Gu Qing's shirt. The sword gang blocked the holy sword, and then used a similar movement method to let the holy sword pass by his side and return to its sheath.
This powerful blow only damaged one of Bingyin's sleeves.
In the final analysis, it is because the true energy difference between the two is too big. Otherwise, Gu Qingshan would have won simply based on his skills. The last blow combined too much of his intelligence. If the two sides were equal, Bingyin would have been defeated. The sword penetrates the heart.
All the powerful men were amazed and regretful.
Bingyin looked very angry. He originally wanted to defeat this junior in a crushing manner, but he unexpectedly ended up in such a mess that he even lost the skill and relied on his energy to escape. It was a great shame and humiliation.
"Junior..." His voice was low, filled with endless coldness, and it was obvious that he was truly angry.
Gu Qingshan looked at him and sighed, seeming a little regretful: "What a pity... your old turtle's shell is too thick."
"It's time to call it a day—"
Bingyin no longer wanted to delay and decided to take action with all his strength immediately and kill Gu Qingshan to regain his face.
Such a powerful Gu Qingshan still couldn't hurt Bingyin. Lin Nanyan became more and more anxious: "He has reached his limit and can't fight anymore..."
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gu Qingshan who looked extremely tired in the air, but he always felt that it was not that simple.
"The limit...is it..."
Before Jiang Fan finished speaking, he saw Gu Qingshan look wary in the face of the explosive Bingyin, and pulled out the holy sword again with his backhand.
A giant tiger appeared behind Bingyin, and he walked towards Gu Qingshan step by step in the void. Every step seemed like a tiger approaching.
Gu Qingshan stared at the other party, seeming to think of a way to deal with it.
"You don't have to work in vain." Bingyin kept walking, "In the face of absolute power, everything is just a cloud. I admit that you are amazing enough, but unfortunately your foundation is too weak. If you are given ten years to stabilize in the fairyland, I... may not be your opponent. ”
His voice was so low that most people couldn't hear it, but Jiang Fan's ears were very good and he could still hear it clearly. Gu Qingshan's performance obviously impressed Bingyin.
Gu Qingshan seemed to disagree: "Elder, your cultivation level does not depend on your age, and you will not wait for others in battles. Otherwise, there would be no empress fighting Lu Yai, and there would be no Jiang Fan fighting Gao Jian."
"Junior, you are really ignorant. Today I will show you the difference between me cultivating for one hundred and seventy years and you trying to cultivate a young man."
Bingyin's steps stopped, but his momentum climbed to its peak, and the Tiger Roaring Sword in his palm slowly rose.
Lin Nanyan's palms suddenly burst into sweat, and at this moment, Jiang Fan saw an evil smile appear in the corners of Gu Qingshan's eyes.
"Since you are holding the holy sword, let the elders see how the sword is written!"
A very simple diagonal chop, Gu Qingshan actually took the initiative, but without any momentum.
Bingyin's feet didn't move, but his expression was slightly shocked. He didn't take action immediately, but instead stepped sideways.
But that sword actually left an ink mark in the void, which made Bingyin look extremely confused.
Gu Qingshan did not stop, and struck another sword with his backhand. Bingyin still easily dodged sideways, but this sword actually condensed in the void again.
Viewed from below, it actually looks like it's rolling.
Bingyin's eyes twitched slightly, as if he noticed something unusual, and a strange expression gradually appeared.
"Junior, what are you...doing?"
There was no answer, Gu Qingshan slashed his sword across the air, Bingyin focused his eyes, and the blade of the sword burst out. He wanted to shatter the blow, but unexpectedly, it still left an ink sword mark.
At this moment, Gu Qingshan shook his hands, and three sword shadows were pointed out at the same time.
Bingyin's eyebrows were raised, his figure was illusory, and he didn't know how to avoid these three swords.
But three ink marks also condensed in the void.
"What is that? Why does it seem... like a stroke?"
"He - is writing?"
Finally someone discovered something unusual.
Jiang Fan also saw that Gu Qingshan was writing the word sword. At this moment, there was no aura erupting from his whole body, and even the holy sword did not spit out sword intent. Every move was very simple and sincere.
At this time, Bingyin finally showed a surprised look for the first time: "This is...impossible! Even the Holy Lord couldn't write it, you, a junior, are overestimating your abilities..."
Gu Qingshan didn't answer, but Jiang Fan could tell that he couldn't speak at all, his lips were pursed tightly, and his body was trembling, but the hand holding the sword was as steady as a mountain.
Slowly, Gu Qingshan raised his backhand upwards, but this simple sword move caused Bingyin's complexion to change drastically. He roared wildly, his momentum exploded, and the Tiger Roaring Sword turned into a fierce tiger and struck at the half-shaped character.
But to everyone's surprise, the half-character suddenly expanded, exuding a heavy power in the void, and the huge tiger actually flinched, as if in fear.
Bingyin was shocked and slashed wildly with his sword. After the sword passed, the word remained.
Bingyin's face was livid: "Gu Qingshan, stop, you are not a saint, you don't have that kind of will, it will break your body and destroy your Tao heart!"
At this time, Gu Qingshan was sweating all over, his face was livid, and the air around him seemed to be distorted.
The sword madman's eyes were like lightning: "Not good, the will is not enough."
Jiang Chenzhou also looked solemn: "This is not that word, he is forcing his will, his body and will can't bear it."
Jiang Fan's palms were also a little sweaty, but he still held great hope, because Gu Qingshan had only shown his own strength so far, and his forty years of innate Yuanqi had not been transformed into eighty years of power and integrated into it.
What is he waiting for?
Suddenly, Jiang Fan found that although Gu Qingshan's face was extremely ugly, there was a hint of strange meaning at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Jiang Fan suddenly felt something——
This poor guy, could he...
Gu Qingshan was holding the sword with both hands at this moment, as if the holy sword was as heavy as a mountain. He lifted it up very reluctantly, and it took him dozens of breaths before he finally raised the sword and pointed it at the sky.
During this process, the half word seemed to be really written in the void, becoming clearer and heavier. Bingyin wanted to draw his sword more than once, but the half word seemed to suppress him, making him unable to move.