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Chapter 59: The Encounter of Two Swords(1/2)

The sword boat slowly retreated, and Liu Ci walked into the sky.

He stood in the air and quietly looked at the West Sea Sword God.

He didn't say anything, and everyone knew that he accepted the other party's invitation.

The practitioners were surprised to see that he was still holding his hands, thinking where is the Chengtian Sword?

Even if the great objects in Tongtian Realm summon the flying sword only requires flashing thoughts, it still takes time.

In this level of battle, shouldn’t we fight for all the time to summon the flying sword in advance?

The sea breeze blows through the sky between Liu Ci and the West Sea Sword God, rolling up fine waves that last more than ten miles long.

The beautiful sunlight was also refracted at this moment, as if it was much sharper.

Many practitioners suddenly felt a little tingling in their eyes and subconsciously shed tears.

Just confrontation, the sword intent emitted by the two big objects was so powerful that they could not be looked at directly.

For the Qingshan Sect, this battle between peerless strong men is not worth it.

But Liu Ci is the head of Qingshan. When Jian comes to draw his sword, he naturally needs to welcome him.

Two extremely powerful qi have locked each other in the air, and both sides may draw swords at any time. The other party is also the strongest person in Chaotian Continent. Liu Ci cannot be distracted to think about other things at this time, such as he actually does not have a sword, such as where Nan Qi is...

Even if Nan Miru Ru Jing Jiu suddenly appeared as budgeted, he could only ignore it for the time being.

The green mountains are all here, so what if the south appears?

If Nan Qi wants to take the opportunity to attack Qingshan, then there will naturally be surprises waiting for him.

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On the frozen sea, Shaoming Island is like a black gem falling in the snow frost. The top has been slashed flattened by the sword god of the West Sea. It is extremely smooth and reflects the sunlight into a better color. If you observe carefully, you can still see some authenticity.

The sword boat on Shangde Peak was high in the sky, staring at the scene from a high place.

Not far away is the cloud boat from Zhongzhou school, a bitter boat from thatched vegetarians. The sound of chanting from the masters of Guocheng Temple's preaching came faintly from the clouds.

No matter how powerful Taiping Zhenren is, he will not be able to run out under such a formation.

Yuan Qi Whale looked at the blood stains on the feathers of the Yin Phoenix. He was not worried that it would dare to resist the will of the life card to sneak into Shaoming Island to help his master, but felt that there were other problems.

There was a very small bubble in the blood stain, and there was a very small black spot in the bubble.

When the red lantern burned in front of the distant barren mountain and the broken temple, the small blood bubble was also broken.

The small black dots in the blood blisters came into the air, swelled in the wind, and quickly turned into a child.

The child was wearing a dark double-breasted shirt and a small bun. His face was as pale as a ghost and as thin as a ghost.

"That's a hell."

Yuan Qi Whale's white hair was blown by the wind, and it looked a little vicissitudes.

His expression was still so dull, but his voice was a little emotional.

The sword ghost who was strolling south suddenly appeared in the Qingshan sword boat.

Everything happened too suddenly.

Even Yin Feng didn't react.

With a slight sound, the sword ghost boy passed through Yuan Qi Whale's body and flew out of the cabin.

It was not until this time that the three-foot sword on the ice broke through the air and returned to the cabin.

The sword ghost boy in Nanshi turned out to be hiding in the body of Fei Whale.

Fei Whale pretended to hit Shaoming Island and died together with Taiping Zhenren, but was intercepted by Yin Feng.

The sword ghost boy followed the whale blood stained the tail feathers of Yin Feng, and used this to avoid the sword formation of Qingshan disciples and directly entered the sword boat, bringing the distance between him and Yuanqi Whale.

More importantly, the three-foot sword of Yuanqi Whale has been on the sea, maintaining its freezing seal on Shaoming Island.

All of this sounds simple, but it requires mastering the true relationship between Yin Feng and Taiping Zhenren and understanding Yuan Qijing’s true thoughts about Taiping Zhenren.

This can be said to be one of the most successful sneak attacks in the history of the world of cultivation.

When the three-foot sword returned, Yuan Qiye's body was quickly covered with extremely thick ice and snow. There was no wound, but judging from Weidun's breath, he should have been seriously injured.

The sword ghost boy who came outside the cabin obviously became much weaker.

Junior Sister Yushan first discovered this strange thing and exclaimed to warn.

Qingshan's disciples remained calm in the face of danger and reacted extremely quickly, and countless sword lights were slashed down.

In just an instant, the temperature of the sword boat dropped a lot, and a light layer of frost appeared on the deck.

The sword ghost boy floated between the frost and snow, as if he was faster than the sword lights.

Duan Liantian fell heavily to the ground, no longer breathing, and a large mouth appeared in his chest and abdomen. The sword ball was cut into pieces directly, and the flying sword was left unattached and flew to the sea.

Yin Feng flew out of the cabin and let out a fierce roar of anger. The black feathers were like swords, slashing at the sword ghost boy.

However, the sword ghost boy's body movement was extremely strange. He was like a non-real light and shadow, and he continued to kill himself while avoiding the attack of the Yin Feng.

Chi Yan groaned, and retreated with his arm.

Ghost shadows float.

The sword ghost boy completely transcended the so-called understanding of swordsmanship, and suddenly retreated dozens of feet, rubbed the wings of the Yin Feng, and came to a certain place in the sword boat.

"Protect the junior sister!"

The disciples of Shangdefeng gathered all the flying swords and slashed them down.

Blood splattered everywhere, and people kept dying.

The wind and snow in the sky suddenly became wild.

The sword ghost boy's body was slightly stagnant.

The next moment, he sneaked into the sword boat in shock.

People guessed what the monster wanted to do, but it was too late to stop it.

Only a loud noise was heard, the sword boat array core was destroyed, falling from high altitude towards the ground, and could no longer bear such a huge weight and scattered into countless pieces.

The disciples of Shangde Peak all drove their swords and some seriously injured and dead disciples fell along with the fragments of the sword boats.

The Yin Feng roared violently and flew up in the sky, constantly chasing the small and ethereal ghost in the sky.

The sword light flashed, and a disciple of another Qingshan Jianzhou came to rescue him, but the sword ghost boy instantly killed three people.

The wind and snow suddenly became more and more severe, and a transparent ice ball suddenly appeared in the sky.

The sword ghost boy was trapped in the ice ball.

But before long, countless cracks were produced in the ice ball and spread out.

Yuan Qiye stood in the wind and snow, staring at a certain place in the sky, with long hair dispersed.

He held the three-foot sword in both hands and slashed towards the piece.

Countless winds and snowstorms cover the West Sea.

The figure of the sword ghost boy appeared and disappeared in it.

No order was needed, all the flying swords of Qingshan Sword Boat flew over there.

Hundreds of flying swords, carrying hundreds of sharp sword lights, penetrated the wind and snow, and chased the figure.

In this formation, even the strongest demon and the demons in the underworld will be strangled.

But Liu Ci knew that this was not enough, because the other party was the most powerful sword immortal in the world, and he was obviously in an extremely strange state.

He looked at the figure in the wind and snow, raised his thin eyebrows slightly, and was about to draw his sword.

Countless tides suddenly emerged in the West Sea.

The twelve-level sword arrives.

There was a loud bang.

The tide dissipates invisible, and the sea breeze blows the wind and snow.

Cultivators from various sects looked up at the sky and saw two extremely tall figures vaguely fighting in the virtual realm at a very high place.

Thunder and lightning keep falling.

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In the ruined temple.

Jing Jiu looked at Nan Qi and took a step forward, and his right hand naturally held the other person's hand.

Nan Ji's hands are very old, very cold, full of wrinkles, not like hands, but more like lifeless things.

Countless sword lights squirted out from their hands and floated in all directions.
To be continued...
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