Chapter 30 Fighting Sword!

The edge of the forest threw something and came to the top of the blue shirt sword.

Qingshan Jianxiu cut it in half with a sword and fixed his eyes, but it was the disciple surnamed Chen, who was so angry that he almost exploded. Although he had already thought about this, he killed people, but it seemed to be in the hands of outsiders. It was a great shame for such an arrogant person like him.

A young man came out by the woods. His face was cold and resolute, his eyes were sharp, his clothes were very shabby, and he carried a blood-stained package in his hand, and his murderous intention was poured into the green shirt sword.

Lin Yun whispered, "Ling Sheng."

Ling Sheng looked at her indifferently and saw that her half body was stained with blood, her face was pale, and her body seemed to tremble gently. Although there was no expression on her face, there was a burning anger in her eyes.

The blue-shirted monk holding a long sword in front of him has the same breath as Ling Sheng. He is also true and condensed, and also has the meaning of coldness. Ling Sheng secretly think that this person is also a sword practitioner, practicing the golden immortal method, and has no minor in other skills, so the sword spirit is so pure and sharp.

Ling Sheng met Jianxiu for the first time, although he was a sword Xiu who did not use swords.

The green-shirted sword cultivation in front of him is not far from Lin Yun. According to Ling Sheng's own division, the other party is equivalent to his cultivation when he opened seven or eight tricks on the sword elixir.

Simply by cultivation, the guy who fights with Su Bai is the most profound figure he has met. His cultivation is already in the realm of Yunang, and I'm afraid he is slightly better than Wang Yangli in his heyday. As for Elder Shi of Kongming Xianshan, he has never seen the other party exert his power, so it is difficult to speculise.

It can be cultivated deeply, which does not mean that it is highly prosible.

In terms of fighting skills, Su Bai is the most powerful figure seen in Ling Sheng's life, that is, the realm of Yunang. In front of him, he is also like a chicken and a dog, as simple as cutting melon and cutting vegetables. If it hadn't been for the immortal sword defaced by the unknown Yunang real person with a sinister thing, Su Bai wouldn't have been picked up by Ling Sheng, or if he had been defaced by the fairy sword, wouldn't he have killed the other party half-damaged?

The guy who fights with Su Bai can succumb to the second place. As a real Yunang, he has a profound cultivation. Although compared with Su Bai, he still relies on a negative method to escape, but after all, he is much better than Wang Yangli.

As for the third, it's about Wang Yangli.

And the fourth...

Ling Sheng sneered and didn't know until he had fought.

Sword cultivation has always been better than the same monks. There is no need to question the power of the other party. Even Lin Yun, a disciple of Yunxuanmen of the Nine Immortals Sect, was forced into a desperate situation by the other party. It can be seen how powerful this person is. At the peak of general imperial spirit, he is afraid that he can only escape from the wind.

It's just that Ling Sheng is also an ordinary monk. Although he has only opened two tricks, Ling Sheng's power of sword spirit is confident enough to deal with sword cultivation at the same level. No matter whether the other party's cultivation is better than himself or not, as long as he has not reached the realm of clouds, he does not need to be afraid.

I don't know whether this man's sword is powerful or my sword spirit is sharp?

Ling Sheng sneered, pointed out a golden light with his index finger, and the sword spirit broke through.

The green-shirted sword snorted coldly, and the long sword stabbed forward, and the green light revealed the blade and faced the golden sword spirit.

The two touch each other in mid-air and immediately overflow, turning into a strong wind.

The sword spirit is transformed by an extremely sharp fine gold breath. Although it collapses, it is also extremely sharp. The strong wind is like an invisible sharp blade, cutting a few feet back and forth.

There are countless cracks in the air, and the earth seems to have been ploughed hundreds of times by buffaloes. The cob-like seams are dense and shocking.

Trees, flowers and plants suddenly turned into countless palm-sized wood chips, flying all over the air, and then stirredd smaller by the overflowing fine sword spirit, like powder, fluttering.

This is just a sword spirit, a sword light.

Then, Ling Sheng had another sword spirit, and the green-shirted sword was followed by one of the swords.

It is also a collision between sword spirit and sword light.

The two stood still and fought with swords.

A few feet in a square, which is not enough to describe it with thousands of wounds and holes. It is also slightly dejected to beautify this place, which is unbearable to describe.

The two people's swordsmanship and swords touched each other and dispersed, which was comparable, but the overflowing lingering power completely destroyed this place.

Ling Sheng frowned and said to himself, "My sword spirit can't beat his sword light?"

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt that I was not greedy enough. After all, although the other party is in the same realm as my own, his cultivation is much deeper. What's more, this person is not an ordinary monk, but a sword practice far better than ordinary people. He can fight equally, but he can accept it.

Although Ling Sheng thinks so, his face is blue. As a sword practitioner, he has never paid attention to people whose cultivation is lower than his own. Since his success in practice, when has he not defeated the strong with weakness?

Today, there is a young man whose cultivation is far inferior to him, who can resist his sword. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to sigh that he is not sure to beat the other party. Although he is not arrogant enough to think that he is invincible to his peers, in his eyes, except for those well-known immortal disciples, few people in the first-class sect can surpass him.

It's just that this guy who doesn't use a sword but can show his sword spirit runs out of?

The face of the green shirt sword is as gloomy as water. Since today, he seems to have been gloomy and cold. He shouted angrily, and he pointed to the front of the sword and shot at the sword.

Ling Shengzi is not willing to show weakness, and also offsets with sword spirit.

The green-shirt sword repair is another sword.

Ling Sheng's index finger flies with golden light and sword spirit.

The sword awns dissipated from each other, and the overflowing breath swept back and forth within a few feet, and every inch of land was cut no less than a thousand times.

The green-shirted sword repaired another sword, and suddenly his feet trembled and his whole body was weak. He was stunned to find that his true spirit had been exhausted. Sword practitioners are really condensed but not strong, and it is really not wise to fight for a long time.

He looked up, his eyes were about to split, and he roared, "How can it be?!!"

Ling Sheng's fingertips glowed with a faint golden light, reflected on his face, uncertain and uncertain, reflected in his eyes, flashing like murderous intention.

The green-shirted sword Xiu trembled his lips, and his pale face faded with the last trace of blood.

A guy in the early stage of Yuqi was far less angry than him. He actually emitted sword spirit one after another, which seemed to be endless. He was exhausted, but the other party still did not show his decline.

Wuchi Youyou woke up, rubbed his painful head, looked up, and was stunned.

The extremely proud, indifferent and lonely blue-shirted senior, a typical figure of talent and arrogant, was actually split in half by another young man with golden light.

Scattered internal organs, splashing blood, a terrible scene!

The young man with golden light turned his eyes.

Wu Chi opened his mouth wide and immediately fainted.