Logically, the spread of sound is actually slower than the sword light of the Chaochao Sword.

But the attack of the Yuqin Taoist was not so initiated by the sound of the piano, but rather by the sound of the piano, he intertwined with the laws of heaven and earth, shaking the void and playing the sound of heaven and earth.

Therefore, under such an attack, the presence or absence of small and medium-distance space barriers cannot affect the opponent's attack speed.

"Okay!" Yuan Qingwei couldn't help but shout, and reached out to knock on the void. A phantom of the golden bell appeared, shaking gently, making a long bell sound, disrupting the law of Yuqin Taoist's trigger.

Then Taiyi whisk took the lead and waved at the Tingchao Sword. The energy of the qi sucked and spitted on the whisk silk, and with a center as the origin, it kept shrinking inward, like an extremely huge vortex, rolling all the sword energy into it.

Immediately afterwards, the magical power of the golden rays was displayed, and the light golden light filled the sleeves, rolled up to him as he waved his hand.

A giant whale appeared behind the Qi King standing behind Yuan Qingwei. The vast Qi power formed a nearly substantial wave, filling the void and sweeping towards Yuan Qingwei, as if to blow him into powder.

"What's the use of being so complicated and so thick!"

The golden light passed by, and the wave transformed by the huge aura was cut off by Yuan Qingwei's sleeve, like a jade-carved palm facing the Qi King, solid like gold and iron, the ultimate Qi King directly broke through the Qi King's defense and knocked it away.

Seeing this, Qingjiang hermit, who had not taken action for a long time, was surging behind him, and a phantom of a treasure tree appeared. He raised his right hand and touched his middle finger and thumb, making a flower-like look. He smiled a peaceful smile on his face and brushed towards Yuan Qingwei.

"Buddhist finger to pick flowers?" Yuan Qing sneered slightly. The legend about Buddhist flowers and smiles is circulating in many worlds.

He traveled through so many worlds and saw the fingering technique of picking flowers in those two martial arts worlds alone, there were as many as six sects, but there was no one that could really point directly at the Zen mind.

When he saw the Qingjiang hermit's martial arts, he naturally saw his relationship with Shaohua Mountain.

But this skill in Shaohua Mountain seems to be average in Yuan Qingwei, and he is too obsessed with purity and peace.

It was also performed by a guy like Qingjiang Hermit who became a monk halfway through, and he was not seen by Yuan Qingwei.

It was still the magical power of the golden thong clothes that shattered the scattered leaves, raised their palms, clasped their fists with their five fingers, raised their middle fingers slightly, and knocked them into the void.

Another melodious bell rang, disrupting the laws of heaven and earth that Yuqin Taoist motivated.

The whisk was swung like a silver snake spitting a letter, hitting the sword body of the Zhanlang Sword that pointed directly into his eyebrows, and knocking the Tingchao Sword away directly.

"Tianxin Sword Decision!" A scream came from the void, and the woman wearing a butterfly mask appeared again. She looked at Yuan Qing and said angrily: "What's wrong with Qin Qin?"

"What's wrong?" Yuan Qing smiled and said, "Don't worry, she's very good!"

"Impossible! If she is safe and sound, you learned the Tianxin Sword Skill from there!"

"Do you need her to teach me?" Yuan Qingwei suddenly smiled, his breath changed, he raised his hand, touched his middle finger and thumb, making a flower-like smile. A green lotus bloomed at his fingertips, and the breath of the saint enveloped the surroundings, turning the mundane into a fairyland.

The faces of the five great masters around him changed slightly. Among them, the listening to Chao Jian was fine. As a disciple of the Sword Sect, although he was not a direct descendant, he had also learned some methods of spiritual resistance when he came to the Grand Master.

There is no big problem with the Taoist Yuqin. He has outstanding talents and has learned the martial arts of using the sound of the piano to stimulate the principles of heaven and earth. Obviously, he has very profound attainments in the Taoist piano, and his spiritual cultivation is also not low.

In comparison, Qi Wang, Qingjiang hermit and the woman wearing a butterfly mask look very embarrassed. Qi Wang, as a casual cultivator, is not extremely skilled, and is different from his own bloodline. After becoming a master, the principles he gathers are lacking, and he will inevitably become addicted to it as soon as he sees Qinglian.

The latter two were even more pitiful. One was a paralyzed person who broke through the Grandmaster with a finger and the other was a disciple of the Tiannu Sect. The practices were naturally restrained by Yuan Qingwei at this time, which made them have no ability to resist before the wonderful realm evolved by Yuan Qingwei.

As Yuan Qing stretched out his hand and flicked it, the lotus at his fingertips withered, and the energy condensed, forming like a solid green lotus petal flying out, two of which easily pierced the eyebrows of the woman wearing a butterfly mask and the Qingjiang hermit.

Although the Qi King woke up at the last moment, he just barely moved his head, and the green lotus petals penetrated his eyes, and then the green light rose from his seven orifices.

Listening to Chaojian and Yuqin Taoist, one of whom was playing the sword and the other was playing the piano. The sword lights crisscrossed and the sound of the piano vibrated the void, and they all stopped the lotus petals at all.

"Can you survive this?" Yuan Qingwei looked at the woman with a hole in her eyebrows in surprise. As the breath almost disappeared, her body gradually became empty, and countless butterflies flew, solidifying again not far away.

The pale-faced woman walked out again. She looked at Yuan Qingwei, her eyes full of fear, and she turned around and fled without thinking.

Seeing this, the Yuqin Taoist sighed, and the sound of the piano moved, and the law turned into flowing light and disappeared.

"Aren't you leaving? I'm already having fun today and don't want to kill anyone!" Yuan Qingwei seemed to be in the artistic conception of picking flowers, and his whole body seemed extremely peaceful.

Tingchao Jian shook his head: "I started practicing sword at the age of five, entered the innate at the age of fifteen, and became a master at the age of twenty-eight, but because of one step, I was not able to pass the imperial examination. Then I sat on the beach for thirty years, broke through the Grand Master realm, and achieved the name of Tingchao Jian. It sounds majestic, but in fact, the road ahead is over. Not to mention pursuing the realm of heaven and man, even if I make progress in the Grand Master realm, it is difficult to make any progress in the Grand Master realm."

"Now, I am staying in my current realm for more than a hundred years. If there is no breakthrough, the qi and blood will probably begin to decline after two hundred years of life. Then there will be no chance to break through..."

"So you want to borrow my hand and try to break through?" Yuan Qingwei looked at Tingchao Jian and felt a little moved.

He could see that the person in front of him was a pure swordsman. As he said every word, the sword intent on his body was also strong. After Yuan Qingwei finished speaking, Tingchao Jian took action again.

This time, he burned his life and the sword light became even brighter.

But Yuan Qingwei suddenly took action before his sword intent reached its peak, and his body disappeared from the spot like a phantom.

This action made the rising sword intent of Tingchao Sword cut off directly in the half. Then a hand appeared on his chest and gently pressed it. The thick energy penetrated through his body, and the sternum turned into powder, and the internal organs were slightly shattered by Yuan Qing.

“Why…”

"Why, right?" Yuan Qingwei looked at her last breath, looked at her Tingchao Sword, and spoke plainly.

"We are enemies, aren't we? Although your statement is indeed worthy of admiration, I don't believe that what you do is really purely for breakthroughs. There may not be no idea of ​​tempting me or creating opportunities for my fellow students."

"So, from the beginning, I was not prepared to let you complete the changes in burning your life and thrive intent. After all, if you play a sword beyond your own realm, it would be too dangerous for me."

After saying that, Yuan Qingwei closed his eyes and cremated his body with his backhand.

Watching the dust spread into the world, Yuan Qingwei turned around and walked to the corpse of Qi Wang and Qingjiang hermit.
Chapter completed!