Nightfall Chapter 125: Building fences and ironing
One hand stretched into the air.
The hand is very stable, the thumb is strong, and the four fingers are slender, suitable for holding a sword.
But at this time, this hand didn't hold anything, just pointed at the big sword that broke through the air.
Several wisps of extremely light breath came out from between his fingers.
The big sword seemed to feel something, and it began to tremble, and then kept swinging up and down, left and right, increasing in amplitude, just like a person bound by a rope, struggling constantly.
Second Brother looked at the big sword silently, without any extra emotions on his face, just calm.
The big sword became more and more unstable, and the people watching the battle in the field even faintly felt the emotion of fear from the swinging and struggling of the sword.
The big sword trembled more and more severely, the sword body gradually cracked, and then split again!
I could only hear a few scoffs, several sword shadows appeared in the air tens of feet high, and then turned into a few sword rainbows, following the extremely round trajectory, flying towards the body of the second senior.
Although the sword is fast, the sword is strong, but there is no killing intent.
When a flying sword flew in front of the second brother, it suddenly slowed down, and finally hovered in front of him, the sword body trembled slightly, like a very obedient child waiting to be punished after doing something wrong.
The second senior brother stretched out his hand to hold the hilt, took off the flying sword, and inserted it into the ground in front of him.
The word plucking is very accurate, because he is not stealing, nor stealing, let alone stealing. He just casually stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword from the air.
His movements are very ordinary and natural, like plucking a fruit from a treetop branch.
It's time for the second flying sword.
Second Senior Brother reached out and took it off, and inserted it into the ground in front of him.
The third flying sword.
The fourth way.
The fifth way.
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The second brother is standing outside Qingxia.
In the field beside him, there is a big iron sword inserted.
Beside the iron sword, there are five swords inserted.
It looks like a fence made of swords.
The five swords used to be a great sword. They came from the Southern Jin Jiange and were made by the sword sage Liu Bai. They learned the style of a master. The effect is the former virtuous attitude, and the power is naturally extraordinary.
But after meeting the second brother, this big sword could only be split again, and then it was taken off obediently.
Then made a fence.
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The disciples of the sword pavilion, looking at the picture at the Qingxia in the distance, were so shocked that they were a little at a loss. Later they discovered that the sword of life was out of control, and the sea of consciousness was hit hard. Wow he vomited blood.
There is also dead silence in the coalition camp of Xiling Temple.
Especially those big people with advanced realm, their faces are even more ugly. Only they know what the simple means of picking the sword for the fence by the second brother is really an understatement.
The sword of the sword pavilion was forcibly separated again. It was already very unimaginable, and it shocked them even more. On the contrary, the second senior brother took the five-handed sword behind him.
Cultivation pays attention to manipulation. The practitioner's control of the natal thing starts with the natural mind, and every practitioner will spend the most time and energy to strengthen the relationship between himself and the natal thing in his practice career. Connection, so this manipulation. It is the strongest relationship in the world of practice.
Even if the realm level is very different, it is difficult for high-level practitioners to break the connection between low-level practitioners and natal things, even if some truly powerful practitioners can use powerful Means to do this, but I have never heard of anyone who can turn the opponent's destiny into his own so easily.
The second brother earlier stretched out his hand to summon, the big sword split, and the five flying swords were ordered to leave and surrender. It was obviously not destroyed by him. But he was subdued... how did he do it?
In the gods, the look on Ye Hongyu's face became a little weird. Two unnatural blushes appeared on the beautiful cheeks, and the stars in the depths of the eyes became brighter, looking excited and alert.
"There are people in the world who can see through the subtlest changes in the Qiqiu of Heaven and Earth! It turns out that before Ning Que and I, there were already figures in this world who had a talent for fighting!"
Faced with the powerful sword of the Southern Jin Jiange, the second brother did not choose to use the sword.
He chose to shoot.
He took out a hand.
One hand is enough.
However, the battle at Qingxia did not end there.
The big sword of the Southern Jin Jiange is six swords in one.
At this time, five swords were inserted into the ground in front of the second brother, and one sword was missing.
Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged in the wilderness with a clear whistle.
Blood water oozes out of the white cloth covering his eyes, and his mind is rushing out.
A very faint sword shadow appeared on the blue sky, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant. When it appeared the next moment, it had passed through the position of the second senior and came to the metal canopy in front of Qingxia!
In the sword pavilion, there is no extravagant hope at all. With this big sword, you can defeat the second brother.
From the beginning, their goal was to use this sword to hide the last sword shadow.
After Liu Yiqing's eyes were cut blind by Ning Que, Jian Xin became extremely pure and calm. His inability to see things made him extremely sensitive to the vitality of the world. Now his sword is strange and charming.
That strange sword shadow stabbed Bei Gong Weiyang!
The previous charge of the temple cavalry has proved that the piano player Bei Gong Weiyang is the key figure in this battle, and Liu Yiqing's target has always been him and the piano on his lap!
Perceiving that the success is right in front of him, the Sword of Life seems to be about to touch those tight strings, Liu Yiqing can hardly contain his excitement, and the scream becomes louder.
His eyes were hurt by Ning Que at the side entrance of the academy, but he didn't hate the academy because it was a fair contest. He just wanted to beat the academy, even if only once, no matter who it was.
The next moment, Liu Yiqing's howling stopped abruptly.
He has extremely mixed emotions on his face.
Because he felt that his natal sword touched a lot of string-like silk.
But that's not the strings.
Because there are too many threads.
Much is like a net.
A snare waiting to be thrown.
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The spirit of Bei Gong Weiyang has always been on the strings. He ignored what happened on the battlefield, because the second brother had always stood there like a green hill, so he thought he was definitely safe.
So when Liu Yiqing's fascinating and unspeakable sword shadow suddenly disappeared from the blue sky, flashed in the metal canopy, appeared in front of him, and saw that it was about to pierce his chest and abdomen, he was shocked.
As the great priest Tianyu said, he and Simon are not confused to practice the Taoist disciplines. Even if he cultivated to the Fate Realm, he still wouldn't fight, so he had no way to deal with this flying sword.
Bei Gong Weiyang thought at this moment that he was really dying.
The next moment he remembered that there were many people around him, so he knew that he should not die.
He did not die.
Senior Sister Muyou slightly raised her wrist, and the embroidery needle held between her fingers passed through the embroidery cloth.
The red thread on the embroidery needle. Hanging on the ground all the time, tied everyone's ankles and those metal rods, following her movements, the red lines that looked messy, also moved.
As soon as the red line moves, there are countless nuances in the canopy. A breath of toughness as gold came out.
The fascinating sword shadow, bound by countless auras, suddenly turned into an insect thrown into a cobweb, and like a beast caught in the mud, no matter how hard it struggles, it can't move forward an inch.
Liu Yiqing, who was sitting cross-legged in the field in the distance, knew better than anyone the situation he was facing at this time because of the connection of the natal sword. He did not hesitate to try to recall the natal sword.
The magical sword shadow. Because of the sudden stillness, the body finally appeared, it was a very bleak and delicate flying sword, and he was ready to retreat quietly.
The four brothers are looking down and drawing something on the sand table.
Feeling the flying sword intending to leave, he raised his head, flicked his finger, a piece of yellowish talisman paper flew up, fell on the sword and turned around, then wrapped it up.
Liu Yiqing's wicked sword is extremely sharp. At this time, under the control of his mind power, he forcibly retreated. There was only a sneer, and a crack appeared on the yellowish talisman paper. Fuyi has not had time to fully explain.
But there is always a period of temporary quiescence between the two.
At this moment, an iron clip stretched out from the air beside it.
The iron clip opens and closes, clamps the flying sword, and places it on the burning stove.
The faint blue high temperature flame instantly burned the talisman paper wrapped around the sword.
A heavy hammer was lifted high and then slammed down heavily.
There was a crisp bang.
The bleak, delicate but extremely tough deceptive sword jumped up when it was smashed, as if it couldn't help eating.
This is Brother Six who is hitting iron.
This is Brother Six who is practicing sword.
This is the action he repeated all his life.
Even the hardest swordsman in the world can't be more proficient and natural than his movements.
There is no chance of rejection at all for that deceptive sword.
It was smashed into scrap metal.
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Puff.
Liu Yiqing's face is pale, and his chest is full of blood.
His body was shaky and nearly fell.
Only then did he understand why his deceptive sword could hide from the second brother's eyes.
That's because these college disciples don't care about their wicked swords at all.
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"Your wicked sword is good. It is also good to be able to advance to Zhi Fate in such a short period of time, but the real good is the previous big sword."
The second brother said: "Liu Bai's idea is very good. The teacher's sword in the world can sweep the world with just a bit of its sword intent. Unfortunately, your cultivation level is slightly weaker. , If I were six swordsmen with fate, it would be much more difficult for me to deal with it."
Liu Yiqing stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from his lips, listened to the direction of the voice, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your guidance."
"Go back and tell Liu Bai, since I always have to make a move in the end, it is better to make a move now. Why should you let you people come and die, while I am at the peak state, I also have a good fight."
The second brother looked at somewhere in the south and said blankly.
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In the coalition camp of the Southern Xiling Temple.
The quiet carriage is still very quiet.
After a long while, a somewhat lonely voice came from the carriage.
"The stronger the battle, the stronger this is Jun Mo. Since we are going to fight for a good time, naturally we have to wait for you to show your interest in the battle, otherwise, didn't you fail the battle between you and me?"
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