Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

If Jiang Yuge's attack speed was very fast, the Bai Wei's small sword would be several times faster than him.

Before Jiang Yuge could touch Bai Wei's body, the small sword had already arrived in front of Jiang Yuge in the blink of an eye. At this moment of crisis, he could no longer care about his opponents. The most important thing was to protect his own life safety.

Jiang Yuge reacted very quickly. It must be too late to rely on his body to dodge. In an instant, an orange-yellow air wall instantly blocked Jiang Yuge, blocking Bai Wei's attack.

The little sword seemed to be stuck in glue, trapped in the air wall, unable to enter and exit, but was restrained by Jiang Yuge's means.

This was just the beginning. Bai Wei, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but yawn, took out the small swords from the box repeatedly, and threw them out as they did, and shot them at Jiang Yuge.

The number of small swords quickly changed from one at the beginning to two, three, four... until the entire sixteen small swords were killing around Jiang Yuge.

The picture was quite handsome, and the entire arena was almost full of sword light and awesomeness.

"This is considered a sword-wielding sword? How did it do it?" Shang Yan said in amazement.

Ah Qi shook his head: "I don't know."

Shang Yan always thought that the method of sword control only existed in fantasy structure, but when he saw it, he would feel more or less shocked.

Seeing Bai Wei, he sat still in place, yawning constantly in his mouth, just like he hadn't slept for several days or nights, but he kept throwing out various small swords of different shapes, which was enough to impart Jiang Yuge's made.

Even though Ah Qi said that Jiang Yuge's qigong was amazing, he was still at a disadvantage in front of Bai Wei's sword.

"This should also be another sense of Qigong."

Just as Shang Yan finished speaking, a person suddenly spoke next to him. Shang Yan quickly looked at his head and saw that Gong Qi was already standing beside him at some point.

"What do you mean?" Shang Yan asked.

"There has always been a legend about the Bon religion. The Xiangxiong Dynasty had already done this before Tubo unified the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. At that time, the Xiangxiong Dynasty was very powerful and had a large number of great masters practicing in the Gandis Mountains. It is said that the Bon religion masters could easily cut off steel with feathers, fly with magic drums, and how it was done with feathers. However, according to some ancient Xiangxiong legends discovered and deciphered in recent years, they borrowed the method of using qi to control objects. This person should be the same."

"Thank you for the explanation of the master."

Gongche smiled and said, "Don't call me a master, I'm not worthy of this title, I'm just a little monk."

Before he communicated with Gongche, Shang Yan thought that this Tibetan monk was very cold and difficult to contact. But now it seems that this person is just born cold in appearance and has an ice-faced face, but his personality is still good.

Shang Yan and Gong Qi chatted for a few moments, and the two of them had successfully told each other about their names.

As Shang Yan expected, Gong Qi is indeed a good person, easy to get along with and easy to talk to, and has the vague attribute of a "talk" person. Often, as soon as Shang Yan said a word, three or four sentences popped out of the other party's mouth, and A Qi stood beside him and looked at it with a breathtaking look.

This monk of Xianzong has to drink a lot of water on weekdays, right?

More than ten small swords were cut back and forth around Jiang Yuge. The posture was like entering the juicer. It made people feel thrilling. This kind of competition was very dangerous. If you are not careful, it would be fatal. The indifference on Jiang Yuge's face finally disappeared. At most, his qigong can only protect himself at this moment. If you want to fight back, it is a bit difficult.

Bai Wei took out a small sword from the box again, but this time he did not choose to throw it out directly, but said to Jiang Yuge who was in a stalemate: "Why don't you surrender? I can't control the severity of my actions. If you really hurt you, you will be in trouble."

Jiang Yuge's expression changed and he shouted seriously in an instant: "Break it for me!"

As soon as he moved, an orange-yellow air mask pushed out of Jiang Yuge's body, blocking all the flying swords one meter away from Jiang Yuge's body, and directly gaining an absolutely safe space.

"Bo!" Jiang Yuge shouted, his left hand suddenly pushed out, and a ball of air instantly flew out of his palm, spiraling and shooting straight towards Bai Wei's face.

"Jiang Yuge is finally going to take action." A Qi suddenly said.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Jiang Yuge kept pushing his hands with his left and right hands, and orange-yellow air bullets shot wildly. The picture looked like a fist that was fluctuating without cooling.

From being passively beaten at the beginning to a human-shaped qi bullet machine gun, Jiang Yuge's counterattack was very shocking. The reason why he didn't choose to make waves like this from the beginning was because this move was very powerful and he couldn't fully control it, which could easily hurt people, so Jiang Yuge chose to keep one move.

But unexpectedly, Bai Wei's seemingly persuasive words deeply touched his heart, making Jiang Yuge no longer choose to hold back, and just burst out with all his strength.

Faced with a large number of gas bombs, Bai Wei quickly got up and started running on the ring. The gas bombs exploded on the ground behind him, blowing the ring up to pieces, which was terrible.

"This guy is not weak." Bai Wei was sad and ran in a very embarrassing manner. His running posture was very similar to those inactive girls who were taking the 800-meter sports test. He looked weak and wanted to collapse on the ground in the next second.

Because of the protection of the protective cover, Bai Wei's small swords could no longer threaten Jiang Yuge. They could only rub the outside of the protective cover very weakly, trying to penetrate into the inside of the protective cover.

Seeing that he would definitely lose if he continued like this, Bai Wei sighed, stretched his fingers together, and said intimately: "Ten thousand swords are united."

Suddenly, the small swords that were lingering outside the protective cover were suddenly as if they were inspired and flew towards one place.

Dangdangdang! Dangdangdangdang!

All the small swords were pieced together and finally merged into an iron sword about one meter long.

The sword had the outline of the sword, and under Bai Wei's control, it suddenly flew into the sky and circled around the sky.

"I'll go, Sword Immortal!" Shang Yan couldn't help saying, "To be honest, I want to learn this."

Ah Qi nodded: "I want to do it too."

The iron sword flew towards him, as if a banished immortal was coming.

At this moment, Bai Wei no longer escaped, but shouted very seriously:

"Come on the sword!"

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