Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

Six years later, Qibao Glazed Sect, Jianfeng.

Sword Peak is the coldest place within the Qibao Glazed Sect. It is covered by endless ice and snow all year round. The strong wind whines, the ancient trees sway, and the snowflakes are flying and falling all over the sky. Everything is white, with a kind of desolation and a kind of chill. , like the tears shed by God unwillingly.

But right at the top of the Sen Leng Sword Peak, like the tip of a sword, there were two people standing opposite each other.

The person on the left is holding a long azure sword. It is a handsome jade-like face, as if it has been carefully carved, with no flaws to be found. A pair of azure eyes as sharp as a sword's edge, but it seems to have a A little indifferent and lazy, one glance will make people unable to take their eyes away for a long time.

Complementing his stunning appearance, he was dressed in an elegant yet exquisite white outfit, with a emerald green phoenix jade pendant hanging around his waist. His long black hair hung straight down his waist, carrying a unique aura. temperament.

The person opposite him is holding a sterling silver sword. He has white hair and a childlike face. He is tall and straight. He is dressed in simple white clothes. However, his unstoppable momentum is difficult to restrain. If you don't look at it with your eyes, ordinary people will feel that the person standing here does not seem to be. A person, but a sharp sword.

They are Ling Bai and Sword Fighter Luo Chenxin six years later.

The two slowly raised their momentum. They were both looking for flaws in the opponent's Qi. Their bodies seemed to be frozen, but their respective momentum continued to rise.

When one of the two's momentum reaches its limit and his fighting spirit can no longer be suppressed, he has no choice but to take action.

The person who strikes first is more likely to reveal flaws.

After all, Ling Bai's cultivation and state of mind were still slightly inferior to Sword Douluo. Two sharp rays of light flashed in his eyes. The Qingcang Sword was accompanied by a clear sword cry, and he took a slight step forward.

Just one step broke the confrontation between the two momentums!

As a result, Ling Bai's momentum was reduced by half, while Sword Douluo's momentum surged, his eyes flashed, and he struck with a sword from the east!

This sword, the Seven Kills Sword, has a bright brilliance. It does not contain a trace of soul power, but it interprets the words "quickness" and "power" into another realm!

Ling Bai seemed to have expected it. He stepped on his feet continuously and moved sideways very quickly. With a shake of the Qingcang sword in his hand, several sword shadows immediately faced Sword Douluo.

Hearing the sound of swords clashing, Ling Bai retreated and moved sideways one after another. There seemed to be many demonic shadows under his feet, and his retreating pace was leisurely.

Sword Douluo chased after him, his sword was as fast as the wind, and the shadow of the sword was like a sudden rain and wind, exuding a compelling power!

The two of them continued to compete with each other. Sword Douluo's sword moves were no longer limited to swordsmanship. At this time, he had learned everything he had learned in his life at his fingertips!

Ling Bai did not panic because of this. He calmed down and knew that he could only adapt to changes and continue to display the sword skills he had learned in the past six years, swaying shadows.

Sword Douluo's sword moves became more and more fierce, and the Seven Kills Sword in his hand caused strong winds and screams.

Ling Bai's sword moves still retained that calm and composed charm, and the Qingcang Sword was always running steadily according to the rhythm he controlled.

It is quite rare to be able to do this in front of the best swordsman spirit master in the world.

Among the countless sword lights and sword shadows, two figures rise, fall, rush, and turn, seemingly attacking rather than defending, each move showing exquisiteness.

No. 40 Nine Moves, Sword Douluo passed Ling Bai with a stab of his sword, took three quick steps, and when he turned around, he jumped up, raised his sword fingers with his left hand, and held the long sword tightly with his right hand, facing Ling Bai. Bai came quickly.

Like a white crane spreading its wings, like a goshawk pouncing on food.

Ling Bai's steps were not messy at all, the Qingcang sword pointed upwards like a dragon coming out of the sea, but he used a move in swordsmanship to return to the immortal Wangyue.

After hearing a few clanging sounds, the Qingcang Sword and the Seven Kills Sword collided several times in just a few seconds, refusing to give in to each other.

Ling Bai's figure retreated and flew seven or eight meters away from the ground. He then turned over and stood firm. Qingcang Sword took the initiative to attack and fought with Sword Douluo again.

No.80 With one move, Ling Bai, who was trapping Sword Douluo in the sword formation created by his swordsmanship, suddenly changed his move and took two quick steps back.

Sword Douluo rushed to follow. Ling Bai Qingcang's sword followed the trend and struck three sharply angled swords at Sword Douluo's wrist. Sword Douluo was forced to dodge backwards.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Bai's mind moved slightly, and he stepped forward with his legs as if chasing the stars and chasing the moon. The Qingcang Sword swung out sword shadows, covering all the vital points around Sword Douluo in an instant, as if he wanted to gain the upper hand in one fell swoop.

However, Sword Douluo just smiled slightly, and the Seven Kills Sword in his hand suddenly changed from extremely fast to very slow, drawing a circle in front of him.

When Sword Douluo finished drawing the circle with the Seven Kills Sword in his hand, all the sword shadows swept out by the Qingcang Sword were included in the circle, Hong Fei Mingming!

An irresistible pulling force came from the front. Ling Bai's figure was turned to the left by the Seven Kills Sword. Sword Douluo was as steady as a rock. I remained unmoved and pointed the Seven Kills Sword towards Ling Bai's shoulder!

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Ling Bai immediately made a judgment. He followed the pulling force and turned around. The Qingcang Sword was slung behind him, and the sword perfectly blocked Sword Douluo's sword.

Ling Bai was pushed away by the force of the sword. The invisible shadow passed by. He tapped his toes several times and turned around to attack Sword Douluo again.

Unknowingly, the two of them had gone through a hundred moves, and they had exhausted all their strength without using their soul power.

The sound of clanking swords resounded non-stop in the sword peaks. The two figures flashed left and right very quickly. Wherever their figures passed by, clouds of ice and snow exploded from the ground one after another.

If anyone were to watch the battle here, they would definitely be amazed by the exquisite swordsmanship of the two men.

The last sword!

Ling Bai and Sword Douluo looked at each other and rushed towards each other almost at the same time. This time, the moves they used seemed to have been arranged in advance. They were all forward thrusts without any fancy!

Look at Ling Bai's sword, there is a scarlet demon god appearing behind it. The phantom of a giant sword overlaps with the Qingcang Sword. It is like the Nine Nether Hell coming to the world, cold and ruthless and filled with monstrous killings. meaning.

Looking at Sword Douluo's sword again, there is a mysterious rhythm in it, as if he is interpreting what it means to "change from complexity to simplicity", from martial arts to Taoism. One sword can encompass all things in the world, and his body is like the sharpest sword in the world. sword!

Almost at the same moment, the two of them condensed and released their swordsmanship. At almost the same moment, they staggered their swords, and their bodies passed each other!

With their backs facing each other, the Qingcang sword in Ling Bai's hand kept buzzing and trembling. A strand of long black hair slowly fell from his forehead. He closed his eyes and felt something.

Sword Douluo's white robe ripped open a long path at his shoulders, but did not damage the inner clothing. He lowered his head and stared at the Seven Kills Sword in his hand, as if he was also thinking quietly...