Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

"Hard, tough, and sharp."

Chang Qing's two fingers swiped across the long sword in his hand.

One after another, milky white imperial spirits flashed and merged into the long sword.

The aura and light of the long sword were even stronger, barely stained with a little bit of its own killing intent.

Such a comparison naturally reflects the strength of Ling Yu Changge's top-grade sword spirit.

Although the nameless long sword in Chang Qing's hand is just a common item, it can be sold for three thousand spirit stones, which can be regarded as the pinnacle of common items. It's a pity that it is not a spiritual weapon.

For such a sword, Chang Qing had to use the snow blade, which is hard, tough, and sharp, and four imperial spirits to strengthen it, only to make the long sword look more snowy and barely able to fight with Chang Ge's sword.

On the other hand, Chang Ge's sword was just an ordinary small iron rod transformed, but it had extremely strong power.

They are both sword spirits, but one can only make the sword sharper, while the other can directly turn an iron rod into a sword. This is the difference.

"Sword Wind Spirit."

Chang Qing integrated the last imperial spirit used for strengthening into the sword, and the long sword suddenly glowed with green light, finally gaining some of the aura of a precious sword.

The sword wind spirit is a low-grade mysterious spirit, which he won in a bet with Tang Zichen. It is a kind of half wind magic spirit and half weapon magic spirit, which can make the long sword surrounded by a sharp sword wind, and its power is not bad.

Strengthening this last imperial spirit on the long sword, Chang Qing raised the long sword horizontally and pointed it at Changge.

The two just exchanged positions, and Chang Qing's face was finally reflected by the moonlight above his head.

His face was calm, and it seemed to be stained with a layer of frost under the silver light of the moon.

Changge looked at him pointing the sword at himself, and finally sighed.

"Is this your answer?"

In response to him, the sharp sword wind came towards him.

Changge no longer hesitated, holding the sword with both hands, accompanied by a dragon roar, the sword in his hand slashed at Changqing again.

With a loud "bang", the long sword in Changqing's hand collided with the sword in Changge's hand. Although Changqing was physically strong, he was not good at controlling his spirit. He had brute force but lost too much to Changge in sword intent.

It was not a big deal to take this sword, but then Changge's sword was like a swimming dragon, smooth and coherent, without any drag, and slashed at Changqing one sword after another.

Changqing raised his sword to resist. Although his sword technique was top-level, Changqing was still much weaker in swordsmanship than Changge, who specialized in swordsmanship.

He could still resist the first few swords, but Changge's sword intent was like a vast river, and it was accompanied by one dragon roar after another, suppressing Changqing and making it more and more difficult to resist.

The more he fought, the more he couldn't express the horror in his heart.

When he was fighting with Mo Tong in the spirit vein, Chang Ge was only at the third level of Moment.

Now he has actually cultivated to the fifth level of Moment, and his speed is faster than Chang Qing who cultivates by absorbing the condensed frost cold marrow.

The most terrifying thing is that Chang Ge can exert such a powerful force with only the fifth level of Moment.

Don’t look at Chang Qing’s own realm of only the second level of Moment.

You should know that when he fought with the two female demons, Daisy and Narcissus in Baihua Cave, although it was not a pure life-and-death fight, he was able to fight back and forth with two powerful enemies in the Moment realm.

It can be said that Chang Qing’s true strength is by no means weaker than that of an ordinary Moment cultivator.

But Chang Ge, with only the fifth level of Moment, has brought him a sense of oppression far beyond that of Daisy and Narcissus.

"I can't beat him just by fighting with swords, damn it."

Chang Qing raised his sword and barely shook off Chang Ge's sword, then hurriedly retreated a few steps to distance himself, the long sword in his hand flew, and several wind blades flew out from the sword, attacking Chang Ge, but he easily deflected them.

"Raise the sword!"

Chang Qing inserted the long sword into the soil and drew a circle with one hand, just like a swordsman sheathing his sword, ready to go.

Wherever the sword passed, the sword wind lingering on the sword remained on the ground, forming a circle of invisible barriers.

For a moment, the soil and sand around Chang Qing flew up and down, covering Chang Qing's figure in the middle.

It also made Chang Ge unable to see the sword in his hand.

Behind the flying sand and rocks, Chang Qing was accumulating hidden power on the sword.

The sword is drawn and unsheathed like a storm, or like flowing clouds and waterfalls. The sword is sharp and the shadows are heavy. The sword follows the heart and the intention is ahead of the sword.

The essence of this sword technique lies in the rise and fall, which contains Shi Qiuqi's full understanding of the beginning and end of the sword technique.

Chang Qing's accumulation of momentum contains his full understanding of this technique.

The real essence of the sword is how to accumulate momentum before the sword is drawn, and concentrate all the sword intention on the sword, just like drawing a bow to shoot an arrow. The bow is fully drawn, and the arrow can be shot far.

Drawing the sword is like bending the bow.

But after all, his swordsmanship attainments are limited. If the swordsmanship realm is superior, I am afraid that he can be defeated in an instant.Complete the sword's momentum.

A half-assed man like Chang Qing needs to use some tricks to deceive the opponent's vision when he is accumulating momentum on the spot. If the opponent does not approach, then all he does is in vain.

But Chang Qing knows that Chang Ge will step forward and take the initiative to attack.

This is a proud man, and the path he takes is the kingly way.

His confidence will drive him into Chang Qing's trap.

Sure enough, Chang Ge did not hesitate at all, just holding the sword in his hand and walked towards Chang Qing.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply."

The sharp sword dragged on the ground, making a dull rustling sound, alternating with his heavy footsteps.

It was heart-pounding.

"Come on! Draw your sword! Let me see what progress you have made!"

He suddenly roared, and the sword in his hand suddenly lit up with a sharp silver light.

"The sword is cold and dark, and it is made of Kunlun. The three absolutes are in the sword, and it is powerful!"

In the flashing silver light, the sword in his hand became extremely huge and wide, and the sword body changed from three feet long to eight feet long.

In a blink of an eye, the sword that originally flashed with a cold light turned into a simple and heavy huge heavy sword.

Changge waved a heavy sword that was taller than him, and swung it at Changqing in front of him with a thunderous force.

The giant sword brought a whistling sound of wind, and any dazzling wind and sand were meaningless in front of such an attack. The wind circle that Changqing drew on the ground with the long sword was all within the attack range of the giant sword.

"Get up!"

Changqing roared, and the cold light flashed by. The long sword, with all the accumulated sword intent and power, met the giant sword.

With a loud "bang", the two swords collided, and an invisible air wave vibrated outward with the two as the center. For a time, the whole cave was actually dusty.

The giant sword had no edge, but it carried a mighty force like a mountain pressing down on one's head. The long sword in Chang Qing's hand actually made a mournful sound under this blow, and it seemed to be broken.

Chang Ge's giant sword exerted force again, and Chang Qing instantly felt as if he was holding up a mountain.

With a "crack", under such heavy pressure, the long sword in his hand had not yet broken, but his legs could not support him first, and he half-knelt on the ground, and his knees were instantly crushed.