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Fu Qingjin showed an incredible look. He did feel the changes in Li Qingshan, but he did not expect that in such a short time, he would suddenly become so powerful.

All human cultivators were stunned. Fu Qingjin was in Qinghe Mansion for several years. The power of Qingxu illusion is known to everyone. Even if the stone demon and blood demon encounter it, he can only retreat.

Who would have thought that he would be defeated by such a random punch!

Li Qingshan, who broke through the fourth level of Bull Demon, not only Li Qingshan has been enhanced many times, but also Niu Demon's talented magical powers have all increased accordingly. The combination of the two, and the power of this punch is more than ten times that of the past.

The opponent who was almost the same in the past suddenly became ten times stronger. Even Fu Qingjin, a genius disciple of the Tibetan Sword Palace and the successors of the ten swords, could not bear it.

"Whether it is a human or a monster, the higher the level of cultivation, the slower the speed of improvement, but he did the opposite. Every time he broke through, his strength made amazing progress, which was incredible." Gu Yanying sighed in his heart.

"This is what you call winning, which disappoints me."

Li Qingshan did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him, restrained the roaring murderous intent of the tiger demon, and said in a little disappointed manner.

"Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

Fu Qingjin stopped and waved his hand. The Qingxu sword flew up into the sky and turned into a little green light, like a shining star in the clear sky. The green light flashed, and the stars turned into ten thousand.

He pointed to Li Qingshan again: "Blue hair is a net!"

Ten thousand starlight fell from the sky, pulling out tens of green lights, winding, like blue hairs dancing. At first glance, there was no target, no sharpness, but the sword net completely enveloped Li Qingshan and had nowhere to escape.

"It's finally interesting."

Li Qingshan curled his lips slightly and sighed softly. He let the sword net cover him.

"Beiyue. You are too careless. If you can tell the truth about Elder Feilong's death, I can consider letting you go. Otherwise, with a thought, this blue-haired sword net can cut you into pieces."

Fu Qingjin said coldly, he had already considered that Qingxu Illusion Realm could not trap this realm of demon generals. For this battle, he specially practiced this Qingshi sword net. Although there was no mysterious change in Qingxu Illusion Realm and blocked the world, if it was about trapping and killing the enemy, it was still on it. The sword energy was soft and could not be broken no matter how powerful it was.

"Escape!"

"What did you say?"

"Otherwise I'll kill you."

"Cracked!" Fu Qingjin shouted, and the blue-haired sword net immediately contracted. However, no drop of blood flowed out. The sword energy that cuts gold and jade deeply penetrates Li Qingshan's skin. However, it cannot cut off the thin layer of skin.

Fu Qingjin's expression changed. He pinched the sword technique with his hands and pointed to Tian: "Qi!"

The Qingxu Sword is like a meteor falling, dragging a long blue arc.

"Break!" Li Qingshan's body shook, his hair broke inch by inch, and blood light soared into the sky, slashing on the Qingxu sword with one knife.

The Qingxu sword was dim and was knocked out from afar. Fu Qingjin's face turned pale slightly. He was united with the Qingxu sword man and sword. If the sword was damaged, his mind would also be damaged.

He rushed to summon Qingxu Sword, but suddenly saw a flash of red shadows. He had no time to think about it and flew away. The sharp sword light flashed past his eyes. The peak he had just stood up was split open by a knife and collapsed to both sides.

"No, I didn't expect that his power was so great that the blue-wire sword net was so unbearable. Now that the separation of human swords is the weakest moment for me. If he pursues it relentlessly, it will be dangerous."

"Hold your sword tightly!"

What worried Fu Qingjin didn't happen. After slashing out that knife, Li Qingshan hovered in the air and looked at him quietly, waiting for him to get the Qingxu Sword back.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

Qingxu sword flew back to his side, Fu Qingjin grabbed it and felt a deep sense of shame.

"I'll wait." Li Qingshan casually carried the knife on his shoulder.

Fu Qingjin closed his eyes, the Qingxu sword trembled slightly, his expression returned to calm, his temperament changed drastically, and he opened his eyes again, and his eyes had turned green, and the scenes in the Qingxu illusion appeared faintly.

"Are you okay?" Li Qingshan said impatiently.

Fu Qingjin flashed, disappeared from the spot, came to Li Qingshan, and waved his sword.

Li Qingshan still slashed down with no scruples. The swords collided and could slash on the cotton without any force. The Qingxu sword trembled softly, completely resolving the terrible power contained in the knife. The tip of the sword trembled, like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter, implying a feminine killing move.

"What a powerful sword technique. This is no longer Fu Qingjin's own power, but the spiritual inheritance left by those old ghosts on the Qingxu sword! You dare to use the sword heart. It seems that Fu Zi was forced into a desperate situation. Interesting, absolute skills against absolute power, who can win?" Gu Yanying was slightly surprised and figured out the whole story.

The power of the Tibetan Sword Palace is that every sword is left with the spiritual inheritance of countless predecessors, as if there is a group of masters who have not rested for twelve hours. As long as you dig slowly and inherit the inheritance, you will naturally become a peerless swordsman.

For famous swords like Qingxu Sword, there are many powerful monks who have survived three heavenly tribulations and refined them into "Sword Infants". Their extraordinary sword skills are left in this Qingxu Sword.

Even if there is this shortcut, I can only slowly draw it. I cannot accept all this sword intent at once and use my superb sword skills.

The only way is to "use the heart of the sword to replace my heart", letting go of your own thoughts and letting the Qingxu Sword master the mind, which is equivalent to possession of the ancestor spirit. If you accidentally lose your original heart and become a sword slave, it is a real taboo in the Sword Palace.

Li Qingshan became excited, his eyes shining red, and the sword light was like flowers blooming, layer by layer of sword light, like a tiger swallowing Fu Qingjin.

Fu Qingjin was not moved at all. The sword would not be afraid and hesitate. He would only use the sword technique in his memory to the extreme. Ignoring the sword light that was coming to his face, he stabbed into the heavy sword light with one sword.

With a clang, the tip of the sword hit the blood knife, as if piercing the tiger's throat. The sword light suddenly converged, and there was a little sword mark on the blood knife. The sword light fluttered and slid across Li Qingshan's shoulder, and immediately there was a deep blood mark.

Li Qingshan laughed instead, and did not use the spiritual turtle's black armor. He raised his sword and swung the Qingxu sword, and then slashed it hard.

In this moment, Fu Qingjin had already stabbed out three swords, as if he had calculated Li Qingshan's entire reaction, and one sword was more cruel and decisive than the other.

Li Qingshan's sword technique seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and was restrained by Qingxu sword everywhere. Often, the sword technique was interrupted before it was used. Although he had great strength, he was always used by Fu Qingjin to use his great sword technique to achieve a great effect.

I was injured hundreds of times in a moment, and my smile was just bigger. This is the decisive battle I wanted!

No matter how many injuries he suffered, his offensive did not weaken at all and became more and more wild.

Li Qingshan did not retreat, danced with swords and used swords to fight swords without any magical powers. But this did not give him the upper hand. He was injured a thousand times, but failed to hit Fu Qingjin with a knife.

"Master, use magical powers!" Ye Liubo said anxiously.

In the hearts of human monks, another fire of hope was ignited. If this continues, there is still a chance to win.

"It is not wise to use your own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths. Wait, he is gradually adapting to Qingjin's sword technique." Gu Yanying was a little dissatisfied, but suddenly realized that it was becoming more and more difficult for Qingxu Sword to hurt him, but his sword light was getting closer and closer to Fu Qingjin's body.

He is warlike and good at fighting. If he enters the six realms, he must be the Asura who kills endlessly!

The sword light and sword shadow filled the world. The two of them fought from the sky to the ground, gradually blurring their bodies, leaving only the red and blue colors, constantly colliding.

All the bystanders were sucked firmly and forgot to breathe.

The two suddenly separated, and there was a blood hole in Li Qingshan's throat, but he laughed wildly, and the sound spread a hundred miles away.

A tragic scar slid from Fu Qingjin's left shoulder to his right waist, but it was not flesh and blood, but a little bit of green light.

I wish to receive thousands of swords, and I can get a little bit of strength.

"If this continues, I will be swallowed by the Qingxu sword intent!" Under Fu Qingjin's cold appearance, a voice moaned in pain, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

But the realization was too late, the sword intent was boiling. In a daze, a man in green was staring at him coldly. The man in green was blurred, and many faces were faintly overlapping, both men and women, holding a Qingxu sword with a gloomy light, but Fu Qingjin's hand was empty.

The blood knife roared wildly, spitting out a hundred-foot sword energy, slashing across the world, and slashing through Fu Qingjin's waist. The struggle in his eyes completely disappeared. He did not look at the injuries on his waist and stared at Li Qingshan.

The injury healed in an instant, and a green light flashed. He came to Li Qingshan, ignored the blood knife that was slashed on his head, stabbed Li Qingshan with a sword, and acted like he died together. Usually, only when someone combined his sword could he have such speed.

Li Qingshan frowned and felt something wrong with Fu Qingjin. He turned his head and flashed, leaving a blood mark on his cheek. He raised his hand and punched Fu Qingjin's face, but it didn't seem to hit the flesh and blood body. After careful look, Fu Qingjin's whole body was shining with a golden and iron look.

"Is my enemy this sword now? That would be boring."

The Qingxu Sword pierced again, and Li Qingshan raised his hand to grab it. The palm of his hand hurt and was pierced by the Qingxu Sword. He grabbed the sword and swung it hard. But Fu Qingjin seemed to stick to the hilt of the sword, and his ears, eyes, mouth and nose shot out sword lights.

Li Qingshan used the mysterious armor of the spirit turtle, blocked the sword light, and released a shocking force, which broke Fu Qingjin's hand holding the sword, and finally separated from the sword. As if he had been sucked, his eyes were closed and he fell to the ground.

Li Qingshan held the trembling Qingxu Sword in his left hand, and continuously used the shock force to prevent it from turning into light and slashing it hard with his right hand.

clang!

The Qingxu Sword screamed and a knife mark appeared on the body of the sword.

"Stop!" Fu Qingjin woke up suddenly and said in a lost voice.

clang!

Li Qingshan slashed another knife, accurately slashing the knife marks, and the knife marks turned into cracks. (To be continued)

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