Chapter 22 Ye Qianqiu's sword without a sword

The breeze blew, the broken grass flew up, brushed everyone's side, and the atmosphere of killing became heavier and heavier.

A round of Jinyang hung in the air, and the figure seemed a little weak under the smoke and dust moving with the wind. Ye Qianqiu and Dao Wushang stood opposite each other. Both of them looked at each other with a heavy face. With the previous tentative blow, they had already initially understood each other's strength.

The two colors of internal gas exploded from the two of them, and the momentum rose to the air, which was very dazzling.

The strong sense of war permeated between the two, and the Qingyang sword and the soul knife flashed from time to time, frightening people's hearts and souls.

The wind stopped and the shadow was quiet. At this moment, the knife was fierce, the knife was bright and shaky, and the knife burst out, like a fierce tiger going down the mountain and roaring in the wind.

Ye Qianqiu stepped forward and turned over his right wrist holding the sword. The Qingyang sword drew a golden aperture in the air, and then Ye Qianqiu stabbed out another sword. The sword sounded, and the sword spirit rushed out of the golden aperture like a dragon.

The sword blade was dazzling, cutting through the sky and hitting each other fiercely. Suddenly, there was a burst of light and a loud noise.

The next moment, Ye Qianqiu and Dao Wushang moved together. The dazzling knife light and sword spirit had not yet dissipated. They had already fought together, and the sound of metal fighting kept ringing. Even the rest of the people who were fighting couldn't help looking at them.

The two devoted themselves to the battle and did not notice the actions of others at all. They soon fought for more than 20 rounds, but they still did not win or lose.

The cultivation of the knife is profound, the knife method is fierce and strong, and the spirit of the knife is difficult to break, and the body is also extremely exquisite, and it is difficult for Ye Qianqiu to attack.

However, Ye Qianqiu's real strength is also not low. His self-created swordsmanship is integrated into the way of all things in heaven and earth. No matter in terms of exquisiteness, speed and attack power, he is not weaker than the knife without a sword. In addition, he stepped on the blue nine heavenly steps, and his body is like a ghost, and it is difficult for him to do anything without a knife.

Suddenly, Dao Wushang's body trembled slightly and stepped on an empty place and almost fell down for a moment. At this time, a fine light flashed in Ye Qianqiu's eyes, and his feet came out again, like a blue light and shadow, rushing to Dao Wushang like a ghost.

Seeing that the knife Wushang was about to stabilize his figure, Ye Qianqiu had no choice but to raise his left hand and point his fingers like a sword. Two golden giant fingers appeared out of thin air. Around it, there was a slight thunder and dragon air surging, and even some Taoist lines were circulating. This was another step for Emperor Wu's broken finger.

The golden giant finger arrived in front of Dao Wushang in an instant. As a last resort, the knife Wushang stepped on the air regardless of his feet and cut out with a knife. The knife light rolled over like a strong wind, completely wrapped the two golden giant fingers, and then annihilated them at the same time in a fierce intersection.

At the same time, Ye Qianqiu also came close to Dao Wushang. He unexpectedly threw the Qingyang sword into the air and hit it with his right palm. The cracked palm was magnificent, as turbulent as a tsunami, and suddenly hit Dao Wushang.

The knife was slightly shocked, and he shouted deeply. His left hand's five fingers were aligned, as if the knife was cut out. A knife light that was not weaker than the previous one burst out of his hand and cut the huge cracked palm from the roaring.

Didn't care about this situation, Ye Qianqiu jumped, grabbed the Qingyang Sword in the air, then condensed his eyes, shouted in a low voice, and cut down to Wushang.

Dao Wushang frowned and raised the knife to welcome each other, but Ye Qianqiu's blow was too powerful. A harsh metal crusper sounded, and the empty ground under Dao Wushang's feet collapsed, and he also fell down.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and the figure without a knife was shrouded in it. Only Ye Qianqiu, who was only half a foot away from him, knew what had happened to him.

At this time, even Ye Qianqiu had time to see the situation under the smoke and dust, and a few pure knives burst out from below, shocking Ye Qianqiu to retreat quickly.

After the knife light rushed up, a black shadow burst out. Wushang held a purple knife, and blood flowed out of his arms, but his expression did not change, and a fing atmosphere emanated from his body.

Ye Qianqiu frowned slightly, and a faint cloud appeared between his eyebrows. At this moment, he felt much worse than before, much more horrible than before!

Dao Wushang's face was as heavy as water, staring at Ye Qianqiu, his eyes seemed to burst like cold electricity, and his eyes were fing. After looking at it quietly for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You are very strong. Although your cultivation is only the three peaks, your strength can definitely fight against the six peaks or stronger practitioners, and I also know that you must have a card! If you change an opponent, you may be able to defeat him or retreat completely, but you met me today, which is your honor and your misfortune!"

Ye Qianqiu narrowed his eyes and replied quietly, "Your real cultivation is the seven peaks, but the fighting power is more than that. If you have to do your best, I am really not sure to beat you, but you can't keep me!"

After saying that, Ye Qianqiu inserted the Qingyang sword into the ground, took out a tube of green bamboo flute from his arms, then turned twice in his hand and said, "Next, I will fight with you with a flute!"

"Oh? Xiaoyin, are you so confident in the power of your divine consciousness? A trace of strange color flashed in Dao Wushang's eyes and asked.

Ye Qianqiu shook his head gently and said, "You will know later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sent the bamboo flute to his mouth. His eyes closed gently, and the sound of the flute gradually rose slightly. A beautiful flute began to echo on the plain.

Dao Wushang frowned. He felt that Ye Qianqiu's music was nothing special at all, just like those people in the world, which was just pleasant.

"What can I do with such a flute?" Dao Wushang shouted in a low voice, and then split a knife at Ye Qianqiu. The light of the knife swept the earth like a strong wind, shaking all directions.

At this time, everyone also stopped and watched the unexpected battle between the two.

Just as the terrible knife light was about to roll in front of Ye Qianqiu, Ye Qianqiu's eyes suddenly opened, and a fine light flashed from it. Then, the song like a valley stream instantly became like thousands of horses galloping on the battlefield, thousands of troops roared, and a fierce killing intention gushed out, and a field like the sound of flute appeared in the void. Jing, thousands of troops and horses roared by, and in an instant, they swallowed up the sword without death.

Seeing this, not only the knife without a sword, but also the people watching the battle couldn't help but jump at the corners of their eyes and inhale cold air from the bottom of their hearts.

This is no longer the sound that can be blown by the power of divine consciousness. This sound is close to the Tao and is the embodiment of the Tao. First, it is the way of natural calmness, and then the way of killing thousands of troops, which is very fast.

Yunyue was slightly shocked and couldn't help saying to herself, "Do you really realize it?"

Once, when he was in Taiyimen, Ye Qianqiu saw Mu Qing playing the piano, taking sound as a soldier and playing 3,000 Taoist sounds, which was amazing. Therefore, he also said that he wanted to try it. Yunyue didn't expect him to really realize this way. At this time, he was really a little surprised to see it.

Dao Wushang's eyes showed surprise. The next moment, he whispered, "You can also really practice Taoism and martial arts. Are you the descendant of that lineage?"

As soon as his words came out, Lan Jiuyou trembled and whispered to himself, "That vein? How is that possible?"

Luo Youming and Feng Cangyue also frowned at the same time, which seemed to be very puzzled and puzzled. Even the cold heart, which had been expressionless, frowned, and the doubts revealed on his face did not need to be made clear.

Ye Weiyang lay in the grass that had not been affected in the distance. After hearing Dao Wushang's words, his face also became a little strange and muttered, "That vein... have they not been extinct? It's not that the saints took action..."

The nine people in Jinling City didn't know anything about the secrets they knew, but they felt very strange about their reaction.

"What kind of vein? I don't know what you said." Ye Qianqiu paused the flute and looked at Dao Wushang, saying so.

Dao Wushang's eyes kept changing, and finally raised the purple knife again and said, "Let's not talk about it at this time, let's get a result first!"

As soon as his words came out, Lan Jiuyou and others also turned around and looked at their respective opponents, and their internal energy was all raised to the peak state. They wanted to determine the final battle with real strength to determine the result.

Shuhong and others are also shining in their eyes. In fact, they have long expected their opponents to show their strength. Fighting with such a powerful opponent is unattainable. It is not only a kind of training, but also can also feel something, so the eyes of several people are very hot and strong.

The battle started again, and the atmosphere became solemn again, and this time everyone showed their real strength, which was much stronger than before.

Dao Wushang's momentum soared, and in an instant, he climbed to the level of the peak of eight heavens, and his knife was much faster than before. The knife was very dazzling, and the void was shaking, as if it was about to be torn.

Ye Qianqiu's flute rose again, and as soon as it came out, it was the sound of killing, causing the surrounding ground to burst constantly bursting, and the rocks pierced through the air, bringing a burst of sound of breaking the air.

In the void, the Taoist lines composed of Xiaoyin emerged, and the scenery was constantly changing, blocking the knife light. Most of the two were extremely fierce at the moment of contact, and then both of them were annihilated.

At this time, Dao Wushang suddenly stepped out, raised the purple soul knife, went down with the momentum of splitting Huashan Mountain, and shouted, "The knife god slaughtered the world with one knife!"

A horrible breath suddenly rose from his body, and the horrible air machine shocked all directions. Just as he chopped out the knife, Ye Qianqiu faintly saw an extra virtual shadow behind him. The virtual shadow also held a knife and chopped down Huashan, but its power was amazing, with the meaning of cutting the world with a knife, making Ye Qianqiu was a little frightened.

So, Ye Qianqiu's luck was full of energy. The method of "The Secret of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths" ran in his heart, and the sound of the flute changed again, like a fairy music, but it had a strong killing meaning.

Suddenly, the same as Dao Wushang, a virtual shadow condensed behind Ye Qianqiu. This change was unexpected even for Ye Qianqiu himself. This virtual shadow was like a fairy coming from nine heavens.

The immortal is near the dust, holding a blue flute, and a fairy sound is gradually rising...