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As long as he doesn't have a firm killing intent, it will be very difficult for him to fight this battle.

Because the sword is a weapon for killing, if there is no killing intent, no matter how powerful the sword is, it is meaningless.

Even, the higher the level of swordsmanship, the more it will become a burden to oneself.

Especially since he was holding a Qingsuo sword in his hand.

Qingsuo sword, the sword is not taken lightly, and the sword will hurt people's lives.

If you don't kill me, it will damage your sword.

Gods have godheads, demons have magic lattices, and swords also have sword lattices.

Damage to the sword grid will directly affect the power of the Qingsuo sword to control the ancient gods in the twilight of the gods.

From the moment I stood up, Lu Chunyang was already caught in a dilemma, unable to get out of riding a tiger.

Lu Chunyang is not a fool, and soon he figured it out himself.

He let out a long sigh and asked, "Can I change a sword?"

"No." I said.

"Can I not use the sword?" Lu Chunyang asked again.

"..." I was silent.

Lu Chunyang's choice was not within my expectations.

Of course he can do without a sword, and no one can prevent him from using a sword.

No matter how strong the sword is, it is a foreign object after all, and the real combat power comes from the cultivation of swordsmanship itself.

With Lu Chunyang's kendo attainments, even without a sword, it would be very difficult for me to defeat him.

Seeing that I was silent, Lu Chunyang smiled slightly, and the Qingsuo sword turned into a ray of light and fell into Xie Liuyun's hands.

He dropped his sword.

Lu Chunyang abandoned the sword, and his whole body was more like a sword.

Sharp-edged, sword-piercing.

"Now we can duel. It's still the same sentence I said in Donghai. I will not kill you. At most, I will smash your porch. You can choose to admit defeat directly and worship me as a disciple." Lu Chunyang said.

"Let's fight." I said.

After finishing speaking, I started to untie the sword.

The hero's sword has always been well wrapped by me. It is dyed black with mulberry silk, a specialty of Guixu.

Sangsi is very soft, but the blade of the hero sword is too sharp. I have to be very careful not to let the blade cut Sangsi.

When untying the sword, I remembered the first time I had consummated the room with Yuhua, and my current movements were as gentle as if I was undressing her.

My hand is very steady, and the purpose of untying the sword is to stabilize my mood.

Facing the sword fairy Lu Chunyang, my mind can easily go wrong.

Lu Chunyang was not idle when I was untying the sword, he was gathering momentum.

The sword qi attacked people, and the world was full of desolate and chilling meaning.

Even though he was already restrained, the killing intent contained in the sword energy was still gradually released from him.

Now Lu Chunyang can no longer see the fluctuation of divine sense, only the cold killing intent remains.

His face was icy cold, and there was a sword glow in his eyes.

When I completely unwrapped the Hero's Sword and I was in my hand, Lu Chunyang had also finished gaining momentum.

All these years, he was like a sword hidden in a box, concealing his light and biding his time, without revealing his sharpness, so no one could see his brilliant brilliance!

Now the sword is out of the box!

The wind is more urgent, passing through the forest, with a burst of shrill whistling sound.

A dead leaf fell right in between Lu Chunyang and me, just as the dead leaf passed in front of our eyes at the same time.

My hero's sword stabs out against the wind, and the majestic and endless sword energy is all restrained in the sword body, contained but not released.

Because of this, such a sword is more destructive.

I concentrated all my strength on one point, on the dead leaves.

At the same time as I drew out the sword, Lu Chunyang formed a sword finger and pointed at the other side of the dead leaf at the same time.

Silently, the tip of the broken sword intersected with Lu Chunyang's sword fingers through the dead leaves.

The magic sword surged, the sword energy surged wildly, the devil's heart beat like a drum, and the consciousness was frightened and uneasy.

The hero's sword, which has nothing to move forward and nothing to cut, will not advance an inch after meeting Lu Chunyang's sword finger.

The magic sword surged, and the sword energy was poured into the sword crazily.

The sword qi is unrestrained and endless, but the hero's sword is like a rift in the abyss. No matter how much sword qi I release, it can swallow up nothing left, and turn it all into destructive power, competing with Lu Chunyang's sword finger.

If I hadn't used the magic weapon of heaven, I'm afraid the sword energy would have exploded the sword body.

The beating of the magic path became more and more violent, and the blood in my whole body seemed to be burning.A blush also began to appear in the fundus of the eyes, and the throat was fishy and sweet.

I don't know how many meridians and blood vessels are exploding, and the wind of recovery in the entrance is desperately trying to repair my damaged body.

I gritted my teeth to stabilize my consciousness, and continued to send sword energy towards the sword body...

The sword energy is transformed by the true energy, and it is also related to the sword intent. The power represents the attainment of the sword, and how much depends on the cultivation of the spiritual mind.

Before this, I have never tried how much sword energy I have available, I always feel that the sword energy is inexhaustible.

Today, I suddenly had a feeling that I didn't have much sword energy.

If I hadn't defeated Lu Chunyang before my sword energy was exhausted, then I would definitely not be able to escape the destruction of the entrance today.

But now I can't turn back, and I don't even have a chance to change my tactics.

He can only compete with Lu Chunyang in sword qi.

From the very beginning of this competition, I fell into a low position, and now I am getting deeper and deeper.