There was a "rumbling" thunder, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the wind and rain poured down.

A flash of pale lightning also illuminated this corner of the world.

In the rain.

The cold light is like electricity, and the golden light is like a rainbow.

They crashed into each other under the gaze of pairs of eyes.

"boom!"

Su Qing's sword was in his hand. The green light on the sword was flickering, and the cold light on the sword was shining brightly. He moved his hands and feet without a trace of fireworks, just like the madman splashing ink, and picked it up at his fingertips. In the sword, there were wisps of sharp edges and strong winds piercing the air.

When the sword wind came out, the wind and rain in the surrounding area were cut open like rags, and the rain stopped from it.

His sword is in his left hand and his sword in his right hand.

The swords strike in completely different directions.

He slashed out five swords with his left hand, and the sword in his right hand also pulled out dozens of cold star-like green lights at the same time, transforming into a blur, shocking people's eyes, and turning into incredible moves in the rain.

His knife cut off Shangguan Jinhong's limbs and neck, as directly as a butcher dismembering an animal, incredibly fast.

His sword is different from ordinary swordsmanship moves. There is no connection change such as chopping, picking, cutting, and teasing. At this moment, there is only one type, and that is stabbing.

His arms seemed to have no bones, and were frighteningly soft, as if they could stab him from any angle. Just like his knife, just a random movement could produce an extraordinary move, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.

Jing Wuming's silent and gray eyes opened in horror, and his face completely changed color. His swordsmanship was the strange and changeable pursuit, but when he saw Su Qing's swordsmanship, he felt the rain falling on him.

It was unexpectedly cold and chilly like never before. He clenched his hands tightly and almost trembled from the cold.

There are not three thousand but a thousand kinds of swordsmanship in martial arts. However, no matter how many changes there are, no matter how much attention is paid to them, in the end they are only used to kill people. Since swordsmanship is a killing method, why should we pay attention to what moves and routines are used?

Killing someone quickly is the best swordsmanship in the world.

Isn't there a saying that the most invincible swordsmanship in the world may not need to be earth-shattering. You only need to be one step ahead of the opponent and pierce the sword into his body, then this person will be invincible.

Jianghu, horizontally and vertically, it doesn't matter how you draw the sword, what matters is the result.

Su Qing's practice is "killing", and his thoughts have long been ingrained. He has always only wanted to kill people, and has never pursued too many tedious tasks. If he doesn't take action, he will kill with one strike. Even if he can't kill with one strike, he will kill with the next strike.

, Moves attack people's weak points, and moves attack people's weak points.

He just wants to kill people.

How many people strive for magical skills but fail to achieve it, but they don't know that they have abandoned the basics and forgotten that martial arts is a killing technique. They blindly pursue changes in moves, but one move after another only makes people limited. Looking at the past and the present, who is the ultimate martial artist in the world?

It is not about reducing complexity to simplicity and reaching the road of returning to nature.

There is no need for moves, just killing people, using infinite thoughts to transform limited moves, isn't it a superb swordsmanship?

But now, Su Qing is at the top.

It’s not just Jing Wuming.

There were also Li Xunhuan, Old Man Tianji, and Sun Xiaohong gathered under the eaves, covering their mouths as if they were holding back their exclamations.

All in the emotion.

Even the mysterious young man in black also changed his color suddenly, staring blankly at the man wielding a sword in the autumn rain.

But what really shocked them even more was that the sword moves were not only completely unrelated, but also seemed not to have been made by one person.

There is only one heart in the human heart. The transformation of this man's sword is like being divided into two parts. Not only is the sword skill exquisite and unconventional, but the sword technique is also weird. He can move forward straight and cut through the wind and rain. It is amazing.

Old Man Tianji stood in the rain and murmured: "It's amazing!"

However, Shangguan Jinhong is no longer ordinary.

As soon as Su Qing used this pair of swords, even if there were ten, twenty, thirty, or thirty martial arts masters in front of him, he would still have to run away crying for his father and mother.

But Shangguan Jinhong did not retreat.

A pair of dragon and phoenix rings rose up from his hands. Two golden rays of light traveled a few feet away from the body. They were captured by his powerful internal force. Under control, they were like dragons and phoenixes circling, buzzing loudly, and the raindrops were like foam.

It blocked all of Su Qing's sword energy.

Not only did he not retreat, he faced him head on.

A head of slightly burnt hair was now soaked by the rain, like a lion's mane, and his eyes were as heavy as the abyss. He pushed his palms and moved his fists, fighting with Su Qing with the sound of wind and thunder.

It seems that Shangguan Jinhong has also understood that in today's battle, he has no way to retreat. When he fights with all his strength, his aura like a lion and tiger is unreservedly vented in the deep breath, and the wind is terrifying.

The rain caused the rain lines all over the body to become chaotic and scattered.

Jing Wuming's mouth was bitten and bleeding, and he tightened the sword in his hand.

As arrogant and arrogant as he is, he originally thought that he and Shangguan Jinhong had the same mind, and their martial arts skills were almost the same even if they were not as good. But now he discovered that there was no room for him in the battle circle between these two people.

The fine raindrops couldn't even tolerate it, let alone him.

But his eyes darkened again, and his dead gray eyes looked at his right hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Where is Su Qing?

Seeing that his sword could be blocked by someone, Su Qing's eyes widened sharply, and his lips as thin as a sword edge pursed. There was already a third part of fierce murderous intent, and a third part of coldness, but he was still smiling.

The power of the sword finally changed. The blade of the sword was raised, driving away the wind and rain, flying a golden ring, revealing the elegance and stunningness. The sword light turned and split another golden ring. Su Qing's mouth was sharp.

With a roar, the man jumped up like a startled tiger, suddenly leaping from the ground into the air, like a dragon flying into the sky, and the sword was suddenly stretched out and held flat.

In front of everyone's eyes, the swords moved in unison, circling and turning. In an instant, the sky was filled with sword lights and sword shadows. The wind and rain around him were absorbed by him with the force of the spiral, turning into a whirlpool of wind and rain.

Under everyone's gaze, Su Qing's whole body was covered by the wind and rain, like the moon in a mirror, blurry and hazy, like a dream, the sword whirled around, he was like a dragon flying up, like a dragon flying down, like a giant.

The figure turned around in the air and flew towards Shangguan Jinhong.

"Hmph, if you think that such a superficial swordsmanship can defeat me, you are totally wrong!"

Shangguan Jinhong was not surprised when he saw such a fantastic and magnificent scene, but instead sneered at it.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, his aura was full of energy, and a wisp of white mist rose directly from his head, and the sky was full of chaos, like an angry lion, and said coldly: "You are not worthy of the title of Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society!"

Shangguan Jinhong's voice was like gold and iron, and he moved his hands one by one. The pair of golden rings that were picked out flew back like meteors, piercing the rain curtain, causing a terrifying buzz that shook all directions and shocked the surrounding areas, like wind and thunder.

echo.

He raised his eyes and squinted, looking straight at Su Qing floating down in the air.

"Today, I will definitely create my invincible name and undefeated reputation!"

He wants to win.

Sun Baifa's withered old face tensed up and he said something.

"In a life-and-death fight, not to mention facing dangerous soldiers like the Dragon and Phoenix Double Ring, it is most taboo to use your superiority to defeat your inferiority. Su Qing has exposed his flaw!"

Li Xun Huan's palms were sweating as he watched. He didn't take action. If Su Qing wanted to win, there was no need for him to take action. Besides, Su Qing didn't allow him to take action.

"Look!"

Sun Xiaohong suddenly said in shock.

The young man in black also seemed to have stopped breathing, Jing Wuming also stopped breathing, Di Qinglin, who had been watching, and those people in the world who were lucky enough to survive and only dared to hide and watch secretly, all of them

Concentrate and hold your breath, this battle is about to end.

They saw Shangguan Jinhong taking the golden ring in his hands, but it didn't really touch the flesh and blood, but was separated by a foot in the air. The golden ring circled rapidly, and the golden light flowed on it, like two small suns, hanging in the air.

Falling, just when his luck is boosting, he pushes and sends with both hands.

Two rays of golden light suddenly opened the rain curtain and flew up diagonally.

Shangguan Jinhong's hands were spread out with five fingers. These hands were not as delicate and clear as Su Qing's hands, not as nimble as Li Xunhuan's hands, and not as heavy as Sun Baifa's hands. However, when he pressed his hands, two more hands outlined by the rain suddenly appeared in the rain curtain.

The erratic handprints were unrealistic, as if they were painted, and two handprints were sunken on the ground.

The hands pushed again.

The momentum was overwhelming, and the wind and rain in front of us seemed to be stirred up by a strong wind.

"hiss!"

I don't know who took a breath.

This is the thrilling moment.

There were two muffled "bang bang" sounds suddenly in the rain.

The whirlpool of wind and rain in front of Su Qing turned into mist, and then everyone seemed to have seen an incredible scene.

"how?"

They all seemed in disbelief and couldn't believe their eyes.

On Su Qing's sword, he actually picked up the pair of dragon and phoenix rings, and drew a circle in the air. The pair of golden rings immediately turned around and flew back. This was a means of using force. Shangguan Jinhong only had time to turn his pupils.

Shrink, two indestructible golden lights have arrived in front of you.

At the critical moment, his hands turned from pushing to holding, and his palms spread out, trying to catch the blow forcefully.

Things in the world are unpredictable. Who would have thought that he would have to face his own weapons.

His feet sank, and his hands moved.

"snort!"

After all, it was still his weapon. He reached out with both hands and drew a circle in front of him. The wind and rain seemed to be drawn in. The two golden rings were just like kites on strings, being turned and turned by him, dissipating all the strength.

At the same time, it was firmly in hand.

It was at this time.

The tip of the sword has quietly passed through the two rings.

Shangguan Jinhong was horrified.

He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make a "gurgle" sound and blood gushed out.

A sharp sword was nailed to his throat.
Chapter completed!