Spring and Autumn, who was running fast, only felt like he was hit by a heavy punch in the head, and the whole person flew out directly.

As he flew out, the tremendous power of the earth burst completely.

Like the ringing of the eternal clock, the polar day that can't be looked at directly lights up.

Spring and Autumn was horrified, but found that in its own realm can not escape the horror shock wave.

At this moment, he only felt a strong wind blowing on his back, like a big palm, firmly supporting his figure.

Chunqiu looked unconsciously behind him and saw a luxurious emperor with a pale complexion, and the purple robe that remained unchanged forever. I don't know when he was standing behind him.

The tremendous tremendous strength enveloped the three of them, and turned them into an enchantment to stop the terrible martyrdom.

"Mate, guess who loses and win." Xiao Dijun's expression did not fluctuate, and he looked slowly in front of him.

The thin purple robe raised his head, and his unclear eyes looked at the center of martyrdom, "Chen Qing, he has lost."

In this simple dialogue, the martyrdom produced by the martyrdom slowly dissipated, and a huge crater on the other side appeared.

On the two sides of the giant pit, there are two figures.

The sword has no double-sided color and no waves. The black shirt seems to be covered with dust only on the dress, and the Tai Luo Excalibur in his hand is trembling.

On the other side, although Chen Qing's figure was a bit embarrassed, the excited and belligerent mans in his eyes grew stronger.

His heart is very clear. If it was not the realm that was just released, Jian Wushuang's blow, with his first style of sword, it would be impossible to catch it.

But what about that? Today he will try out all the swordsmanship of Jian Wushuang by himself, and try his best to turn it into his own.

After all, it is almost impossible to meet another person like Kuang Xianxian.

The sharp breath surged again. If Chen Qing was still in the state of being in front of Tibet when he was the first sword, then now, he is already full of strength!

At this time, Jian Wushuang said the word far away, "Two swords."

Chen Qing's eyes narrowed, a sword far beyond his previous body floated around him, and at the same time, one side was like the sun's light wheel, and a figure appeared behind him!

This time, it was still Chen Qing who took the lead.

Huang Huang's general momentum rose in an instant, and in that light wheel, it was actually agitating Wanshan lightsaber!

The light wheel rotates, and a light sword with a handle around the red gold pattern is like a giant wave, and the head is smashed towards the sword.

Jian Wushuang is very speechless, he can't figure it out. Although Chen Qing's swordsmanship is not very strong, it should be enough to stand proudly.

But at the moment, the spirit of the sword he released, although magnificent and magnificent, was too broad, but he lost his subtlety, causing Jian Wushuang to see his weakness at a glance.

The swordsmanship practiced by Chen Qing is tolerant and magnificent, but overall weak.

Jian Wushuang moved forward, carrying an invisible sword, facing the wall almost composed of sword blades, a sword stabbed.

This sword is an absolute sword written by Ding Baiyi, which discards everything and his own sword.

A barely subtle white awn flashed, and the weak point of the sword tapped the water like a fish.

A layer of ripples wafted slightly.

This sword is a mixture of hundreds of thousands of swords.

Along with the ripples, Wan Jian shattered and the glory shattered.

Carrying the light wheel, Chen Qing shivered slightly at the moment when the sword of Huanghuang was broken.

He seemed to smell a familiar breath, and the memory that was so long gone was quietly pouring into his heart.

The little emperor and the thin purple robe around him couldn't conceal their eyes at the moment.

So much so that when Jian Wushuang's awe-inspiring sword chopped off Chen Qing's strands of hair, he let him recover.

"You are strong. I have lost in Kendo." A bitterness appeared on Chen Qing's face. On the two swords in a row, he lost completely.

Jian Wushuang did not put away the long sword in his hand, but instead looked at Chen Qing with a smile, not caring about his unfair actions before.

"Brother Chen, let's discuss with each other, regardless of winning or losing, only talking about kendo. If I guess well, you should have a sword."

Chen Qing heard the words, his eyes lighted up, and then dimmed again, "Brother Sword guessed right, but my sword is still just a frame, and it has not been through."

"If Kendo doesn't go through any practice, then it's just a frame after all, this is the case with the practice of Wu Zuoyi." Jian Wushuang whispered, and then his wrist shook, and the invisible long sword trembled.

Chen Qing's eyes were fiery, and his militant intentions rose again.

"Then Chen Mou will be ugly!"

The words fell, and the real sword in his hand quietly shook, the earth shook, and the gully was ravaged. Ten paths like the dark blue sword of the heavenly giant column ripped open the ground, rising like a frightened dragon.

Chen Qingning stood in the same place, his real sword pointed directly at the sky dome, and the ten magnificent giant awns made everything dark blue.

Jian Wushuang stood in the void, looking at the front calmly, and then the invisible sword was thrown into the air by him.

At the next moment, ten dark blue sword-inspired giant pillars, wrapped in all powers, intertwined with each other, and covered the sky and the town.

At the same time, the invisible sword that was thrown in the air was quietly decomposed and transformed into hundreds of thousands of swords.

Jian Wushuang's hands were behind his back, and then hundreds of thousands of sword intentions condensed under him, like the galaxy in the sky.

The little emperor who watched from afar, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a faint smile in the corner of his mouth.

After seeing Jian Wushuang better than the previous sword intention, Chen Qing's intensely intense gaze has been replaced by bitterness.

This is just the sword of the frame, it seems that it will die before it is created.

Jian Wushuang stepped on Tianhe Jianyi, his eyes were extremely calm from beginning to end.

Under the imminent collision of the two, everything seemed to stagnate for a moment.

There was no tremendous sound, but only a slight whisper like a clear spring.

Chen Qing froze.

The sword meaning that belongs to Jianwushuang ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ disappeared, and disappeared at the moment of the collision.

The sword intention exuding a magnificent dark blue color, without hindrance, finally burst into the sky.

Everyone unconsciously stretched out their hands to cover their eyes, and then gazed at them again.

Jian Wushuang didn't know when to appear on the ground, his right hand pressed the handle of the Tailuo Excalibur between his waists, and nodded slightly toward Chen Qing.

Everyone saw it really. In this last confrontation, Jian Wushuang dispersed himself on that day and did not contend with it.

This represents the completion of Chen Qing's Kendo.

Chen Qing recovered, and solemnly arched the sword Wushuang, "Thank you, Brother Jian."

He knew very well that if the sword intention of Jian Wushuang had just fallen, he would have no chance of victory.

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