After fast wearing, the sickly villain is blackened again

Chapter 292 Is God in Love Too (19)

Qingjiu's long knife seems to have eyes, and she doesn't even need to control it by herself, and Qingling is not good at it. His strange fire has its own spiritual wisdom, and can deal with Pokong alone.

But Qingling still has a sword, a rare ancient sword.

Qing Jiu laughed, and pinched with one hand from the air, and the sword on Qing Fei's body flew into her hand.

As we all know, she is also a craftsman.

Among the top five most famous utensils in the world, three came from her hands, including the sword on Qing Fei's body. When refining it, she really made a big mouthful of blood.

"Qing Ling, don't think that you are the only one with a sword."

Qingling glanced at the sword in Qingjiu's hand, and silently increased the attack in his hand, "So what if the Qingxin sword is in your hand? Even though you are the one who refined it, you are not its master!"

Seeing that he was still deceiving himself and others, Qing Jiu remained silent. After all, no married girl would forget her mother. The same is true for this craftsman who refines spiritual weapons, let alone this kind of man who has his own wisdom and owns his own. Soul of Sword.

The Qingxin Sword trembled slightly in her hand, it was excited, it had not felt such a strong breath from her for thousands of years.

"Let's decide the outcome, Qing Ling."

"Of course, my good sister."

The sky was getting darker and darker, Qingjiu held the sword, and exerted a little force in her hand. Once she was kicked out of the sect by Jianzong because she had no talent in sword cultivation.

Now, she's the only one to defeat their strongest suzerain with the sword.

Compared to Qing Jiu's sudden relief, Qing Ling seemed a little nervous. No matter how proud and powerful he was in front of others, he still couldn't hold his head up in front of Qing Jiu.

Because even if she spent thousands of years not practicing, her level is still much higher than his.

This kind of crushing made him never be able to defeat her.

Qingling stared at Qingjiu, and suddenly laughed out loud, the face that was [-]% similar to Qingjiu's was also a little ferocious.

The aura on his body is getting bigger and bigger, the sword in his hand seems to be a little bigger, forming 81 sword shadows behind him, each sword shadow exudes a powerful aura, and all the disciples of the sword sect can't breathe , couldn't help but want to kneel down to Qing Ling under this breath.

81 sword shadows, each pointing at Qingjiu, she raised her eyes to see Qingling's crazy eyes, silently raised Qingxin Sword with both hands, and also gathered a huge red and purple sword shadow in front of her, which was hundreds of feet long , the momentum is very different.

The phantoms of a sword and 81 swords floated in the air. People with a radius of a hundred miles could see this epic battle. Many people's eyes were full of madness. It was people with holy strength fighting.

Qingling's aura is rising, and he vaguely looks like he has broken through to a high level and reached the peak. His figure slowly rises into the sky. If not, Jianzong will be completely reduced to ruins under the blows of him and Qingjiu.

Qing Jiu glanced at Qing Fei, then looked at a mountain top, and followed Qing Ling to a higher altitude.But the auras of the two saint-level peaks are not just for fun, they oppress the people and spirit beasts around a hundred miles away.

"This trick was taught to me by my mother. It is the strongest sword technique of the Qing family. It is called Jian Zhiji. Sister, you are not wronged if you died under this trick."

Qingling's pupils were reddish, and the side effect of forcibly increasing his strength took a lot of damage to his body.

Qingjiu pursed her lips and smiled, the aura of the peak of the holy level was completely released by her at this moment, and the aura of Qingfei was not far from her.

(End of this chapter)