Chapter 5 Section 3 Strong Enemy

"How's it going?"

I don't know when Mingjue has returned to Qin Tian's side. Just now, a set of swordsmanship will come out. Although it is not as magnificent as Xiyue and Mu Xue Ruo, he is stunned when he thinks that this inconvening enlightenment around him is usually hidden, but he is also stunned by Qin Tian.

"Awesome! Awesome!" After a while, Qin Tian finally replied.

"Then are you optimistic? Try it." Mingjue handed "Qingfeng" to Qin Tian and said.

The fairy sword is different from the ordinary iron sword in the world. In the past, Qin Tian thought that his sword could make him a hero, but now it seems that he is too naive.

The "Qingfeng" sword was very light and a little erratic. Qin Tian took it and looked at it for a moment.

"Remember, you can control this sword with your own Taoist cultivation, but you can't cut it randomly!" Mingjue said.

Breathe and spit, absorb the qi of heaven and earth, adjust the power of the whole body as the yuan god, and control the fairy sword!

"Ring up!"

Qin Tian shouted, posing and learning Mingjue's movements, but the "green maple" in front of him lay on the ground and did not move at all!

"What's going on?" Qin Tian once again resisted the fairy sword, but the result was still the same.

Qin Tian didn't know that this profound truth requires a strong Taoist cultivation to control it.

Ming felt that he was going to try Qin Tian's cultivation these days. At first sight today, it was obviously not good.

"Alas, after all, the days of study are still short, and it's normal." Looking at Qin Tian's sweaty head, he still kept trying to sacrifice the fairy sword on the ground, but in the end, he felt kind and comforted him.

"Let's go. You'd better practice more. If you go up your own practice, you can practice this sword formula!" Mingjue picked up the bamboo that he had cut off and handed it to Qin Tian. The two walked back together.

Qin Tianduly returned the "Qingfeng" sword to Mingjue, carrying bamboo and following Mingjue. At this time, his heart was depressed.

"This sword formula needs * force support. Needless to say, more importantly, every time you use this sword formula, your true spirit will be greatly depleted, and you will have to rest for a few days to recover. Therefore, you can't use this sword formula until you have to. Mingjue walked ahead and said slowly, but listening to his tone, he was very serious.

"Hey, 'Sanqing Royal Sword', is it really as powerful as you said? I'd like to see it!"

This sentence does not come from Qin Tian or Mingjue.

This sudden sound, crisp and bright, should be emitted by a young man. Qin Tian was stunned, as if he had heard this sound somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Who? Come out, what do you look like?" Mingjue raised the "Qingfeng" sword warily and said loudly.

In the depths of the bamboo forest in front of the two, a figure quickly flashed, but I saw that this person was young and heroic, but the cold expression set off the original handsome face very cold to the bone!

Lu Jianfeng!

Qin Tian recognized that this man was a disciple of the ghost family. Some bloody storms in the world were picked out by him.

I don't know why this man ran to Sanqing Gate, and at this time, he actually stood in the bamboo forest of Qingzhufeng.

"This man is a young disciple of the ghost family, with extraordinary skills!" Qin Tian saw that Lu Jianfeng's face was cold and knew that his comer was not good, so he gently whispered in Mingjue's ear.

Mingjue naturally didn't know this person. Hearing Qin Tianyi's words, he suddenly became clear. Shangguan Cheng once said in front of him that this amazing genius appeared in the battle of Fengyuan City.

A white cold light appeared in front of Lu Jianfeng. Soon, a broad and dazzling white sword, shining with a cold light all over, was brightly sacrificed by Lu Jianfeng.

"This man has a white tiger mythical beast, but today, he hasn't seen it. It's strange!" Qin Tian still remembers that that day, Lu Jianfeng rode a white tiger and broke into the wind source city alone.

"Hmm! This sword is the 'White Tiger'!" Mingjue obviously has studied these magic weapons and ancient mythical beasts.

"Ah!" Qin Tian exclaimed.

It turns out that this kind of psychic skill is unique to the ghost family. It is related to the big secret, but it is difficult to tell for a while. Qin Tian was stunned for a moment and asked, "Mingjue, how can I explain this?"

"I've heard Master mention that the person in the ghost door has a kind of evil art that can be psychic blood deeds. This sword is mostly like this!"

"Hey, boy, you have a little insight. My sword is the 'white tiger'!" Lu Jianfeng said coldly, "What, will you break it by yourself, or shall I do it?"

How can Mingjue and Qin Tian not be angry when they hear such rampant words? But Mingjue smiled and said, "What a big tone, look at the sword!!"

While talking, Mingjue had already touched the fairy sword - "Qingfeng". At this time, the fierce blue whirlwind of "Qingfeng" went straight to Lu Jianfeng!

"Ha!"

I don't know what spell Lu Jianfeng said in his mouth, but he saw the semicircular cold white * strong immediately appeared around the "white tiger" sword, resisting a sudden sword!

"Qingfeng" hit the wall and was immediately ejected back. Mingjue made a mark in his hand, waved his hands, and firmly connected "Qingfeng" to his own hand.

After this move, I realized that this boy's Taoism was so deep that he was afraid that he was not an opponent.

What's more unfavorable is that I just practiced the "Sanqing Royal Sword Secret" and consumed a lot of Yuanshen's energy. How can I come back to my senses now?

At least Mingjue is also a disciple of Sanqingmen who has been lurking for ten years. He also has a first glimpse of the supreme swordsmanship - the "Sanqing Royal Sword True Secret". No matter what, he must resist this powerful disciple of the Ghost Family!

"It's not that simple!" Mingjue made a move here. Seeing that he sacrificed the fairy sword again and again, the "green maple" was like lightning, constantly rushing to the light wall protected by Lu Jianfeng's method.

Several times, Mingjue's head was white, and pale eyes appeared on his face, which was obviously short of breath. Lu Jianfeng, surrounded by the light wall, was still calm and calm and calm!

Qin Tian and Mingjue saw this situation and shouted "broken!"

"Qin Tian, tell your master to go quickly, and I'll hold on here first..." Before Mingjue finished his words, he felt that his mouth was sweet, and he was bleeding from the corners of his mouth!

It turned out that taking advantage of this gap, Lu Jianfeng flashed a cold light with his sword and split towards Mingjue!

How fast the cold light is! And when I was talking, I was not well prepared and hit this sword move!

"Wow!"

Mingjue spit out another mouthful of blood. The white robe on his body was red and white, which was extremely tragic!

Qin Tian was about to run back, but when he saw this scene, how could he go back to report to his master? In any case, you must work with Mingjue and resist this ghost demon first!

The situation has come to this point. How can Qin Tian care that he is just a disciple who has just practiced? He pulled out the sword from behind and cut it at Lu Jianfeng!

"Bastard! Unexpectedly, it's a sneak attack!"

Seeing Qin Tian rushing straight to Lu Jianfeng, he naturally knew the consequences of doing so! Even if he waved "green maple" against the boy's light wall with his swordsmanship, it was also bounced back. How can this flesh and blood body resist?

"Qin Tian! Avoid it!" Mingjue shouted and moved the fairy sword here, but this time, he no longer simply cast a spell to hit it with the "Qingfeng" sword, but flew into the air with the fairy sword, with his hands around his fingers and knots. The words of the true secret of the supreme swordsmanship sounded again--

"Heaven and earth have gas, use the sword to control it, use the sword to guide it, all things are born, the real secret to subdue it!"

"Ah!" Qin Tian rushed halfway. Hearing this sentence, he knew that the power of the sword array was bound to be amazing. At this time, he stood within the range of Mingjue casting spells and really regretted his reckless behavior.

"Bang!" Inadvertently tripped over by a stone, Qin Tian faced the earth and fell down!

Fortunately, there was this stone. When he looked up and looked ahead with a yellow face full of soil, Mingjue's swordsmanship had already scattered Lu Jianfeng's white * wall!

And on the earth, a big opening was knocked out!

"The true secret of Sanqing Royal Sword' really lives up to its reputation!" Guangqiang dispersed, Lu Jianfeng coldly looked at the consciousness that floated back to the earth, and said with some fear in his tone.

"I practice shallowly, but it is also necessary to compete with you, a demon, to be a disciple of Sanqingmen!" When Mingjue said this, he obviously lacked breath and weakened his momentum.

"Hey, it's a little interesting!" Lu Jianfeng was obviously not seriously injured, but his low-range aperture failed and he was not hurt.

"It's my turn!"

Lu Jianfeng was about to make a move. When he saw him wave the "White Tiger" sword, he shouted - "White Tiger Tips!"

The "White Tiger" sword suddenly turned into several sword spirits, with cold light and a slight count. You can see that a total of ten turbulent sword spirits, like mountains and seas, rise up from the ground and rush to Mingjue!

In a day, the "Sanqing Royal Sword True Secret" was used twice in a row, and the consumption of Zhenqi was almost lost. Even the "Sanqing Royal Sword True Secret" he used at this time has already overdrawn the true qi cultivation!

The ten swords rushed to the middle, less than ten feet away from Mingge. Suddenly, the swords turned into ten white tigers with teeth and claws, opened their blood basins and roared over!

The "green maple" in front of Mingjue shines with a faint green light, and it seems to be not powerful enough, floating in mid-air!

The fairy sword is psychic with the owner. The sword spirit is closely related to the air cultivation of the sword holder. If the person who holds the sword himself lacks breath, the ingenious fairy sword weapon will also be greatly ineffective!

At this time, Mingjue could not fight against the sword again anyway.

Is that it - waiting to die?

After ten years of painstaking practice, he has never achieved anything, so he was killed by a ghost who was suddenly killed?