The First Evil Emperor didn't move, Wuming didn't move either, and even Su Qing didn't move either.

It's not that they don't want to move, it's that they can no longer move.

The world seemed to have become a painting at this moment.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, everything was like a wonder in the world. The flying leaves and flowers just stopped in the air. Countless raindrops also stopped like a painting. They were falling slantly, and there were still unfinished stone swords in the sky. , a ball of blood flowers still bloomed and solidified.

Everything seemed to stop at this moment.

Time stopped and space solidified.

However, there is one thing that can move. To be precise, it is a phantom. A phantom that is almost like a dream, not quite real. Thousands of bright golden lights bloom all over the body, just like a sun rising in the sky, breaking away from the sword master's eyebrows. came out.

There is a shadow that is almost identical to the Sword Master. There is no difference in the body, features, face, and limbs. However, the surging sword intent and blazing sword energy in his body are rare in ancient and modern times and can destroy the world.

The soul of swordsmanship.

As soon as the virtual shadow broke free, it passed through the body of the "First Evil Emperor", ignoring the wind and rain, ignoring the space, ignoring the knife and the person, and then soared straight up from the ground, heading towards the wisp of thin willow branches. The man in green clothes who was sitting forced him to go.

That's Su Qing.

He actually wanted to use this sword to fight against Su Qing.

Su Qing still kept her squinting look, with a mixture of curiosity and surprise in her eyes. Her clothes were still fluttering in the wind, and her snow-white hair was still stained with drops of raindrops.

He couldn't move either.

The sword master flew like a sword and arrived in an instant.

"Catch the sword, hahahaha!"

The heavy and domineering laughter resounded throughout the world. Su Qing could hear it, Wuming could hear it, and the First Evil Emperor could also hear it.

They can only hear but can't do anything.

This is the ultimate sublime sword, the pinnacle sword in the world.

The sword master held the sword finger in his hand, and the fingertips seemed to flicker and flicker, like a star in the dark night, pointing straight towards the center of Su Qing's eyebrows, without any hindrance, destroying everything.

but.

Will everything be settled under this sword?

The answer is of course not.

"quiet!"

A whisper sounded suddenly. Although it was light, it sounded like a huge force. It landed with a loud sound and fell on everyone's heart.

This "word" was said by Su Qing, but it was not said by his mouth.

Su Qing, who originally seemed to have become a stone sculpture and was frozen in place, suddenly underwent extraordinary changes at this moment. His body did not move, but what changed was his eyebrows and eyes. Even the voice was vaguely coming from here.

Not only does it have sound, it also has light.

A ball of obscure light suddenly lit up between Su Qing's eyebrows under the sword master's finger. The brilliance grew from small to large, from dark to bright, just like a chaotic color that turned into an extraordinary force. In an instant, like ripples, the stagnant raindrops all over the sky collapsed and exploded.

In a daze, Su Qing actually had a slender, white index finger stretched out from between her eyebrows. It was as illusory as the sword master, not real.

When the two fingers met, the sword master's power suddenly stopped, but the stalemate could not last more than an instant. The finger in front of him was already shattered.

Seeing that this heaven-destroying sword was about to fall between Su Qing's eyebrows, he saw the sword master's expression suddenly change, showing a hint of pity.

"pity,"

The two words came from Su Qing's mouth.

Everything that was originally stagnant, wind and rain, flying flowers and leaves, people, objects, all that were still, suddenly seemed to have broken free from some invisible shackles, and then returned to normal.

The wind and rain were still there, Su Qing's expression was calm. He looked at the soul of the sword master in front of him. Without saying a word, he waved his sleeves and saw the wind and rain flowing across the sky. The golden shadow in front of him immediately flew back to the one whose heart was penetrated by the first evil emperor.

within the body.

Almost at the same time.

"ah!"

The First Evil Emperor drew his sword and retreated, but saw a blood hole on his chest. From the blood hole, wisps of brilliant sword energy shot out. He coughed up blood in his mouth, staggered back, and struck the ground with his sword before disappearing.

fall.

Wuming let out a long sigh, and what he looked at was the sword master who was still standing there, with blood flowing from his chest.

The man is still standing, but his breath is gone.

"He lost."

He looked at Su Qing again, but when he saw the unworldly figure in his eyes, something suddenly changed.

Su Qing's right hand, which was originally hanging down, was blown by the wind and rain, and it rustled into powder. The flesh and blood disappeared, the muscles and bones turned into mud, and turned into powder. Only the empty sleeve was left swinging in the wind and rain.

Not only the hands, but a wisp of bright red blood suddenly flowed down from Su Qing's eyebrows and Buddha's eyes. The red was dazzling and shocking.

As if he didn't feel the pain, Su Qing blinked in confusion and surprise, without any change in the expression on his face. In the blink of an eye, there were more outlines in the sleeves that were originally fluttering in the wind, and then he poked out a white right hand.

Rebirth of a broken arm?

Seeing this incredible scene, Wuming's pupils shrank suddenly and his face was full of shock.

He held the Hu Qin in his hand, but his eyes gradually became serious, and his fingers tightened, as if he wanted to make some move. Unexpectedly, a chill suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he saw a calm look in his eyes, looking directly at him.

Su Qing stretched out his right hand and said casually: "You also want to try what I can do?"

"Not bad, I want to try it!"

Wuming looked silent, but he still said it. He had to say that this moment was indeed a good opportunity. The sword master tried his best to severely injure this person. If there was a fight, it would undoubtedly be a golden opportunity. Even if he was defeated, he could still test this person's methods.

Find out what this person is like.

But seeing Su Qing's right arm that had grown back in just half a breath, Wuming was a little hesitant.

Su Qing smiled faintly and said: "Hesitating? Haha, it seems that the introduction of your heavenly sword in recent years has been a bit disappointing!"

Wuming's mind sank and he turned around and left.

"goodbye!"

Wait until the sound of the harp goes away.

Su Qing then looked back and pursed her lips into a smile, but a streak of bright red oozed from her tightly pursed lips, and the blood that had stopped between her brows suddenly crawled down her cheeks like earthworms.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked to the side of the First Evil Emperor, and just touched the blood hole on his chest with his palm. He immediately saw that the skin and flesh were intact and the injury was healed.

After doing all this, Su Qing walked up to Dugu Jian. Looking at the still warm body of the sword master, he took a deep breath and clasped his palms in the air. Two wisps of Qi came out of his palms.

, one yin and one yang, one black and one white, blended together in his palm, turning into a ball of rich vitality, which was sent in along the sword wound on the sword master's chest.

Visible to the naked eye, the sword wounds on the Juggernaut's chest that were severely injured by the First Evil Emperor were immediately visible. In a few blinks, they were completely repaired and intact. Not only that, the sword master's silvery white hair was also damaged.

Some kind of astonishing transformation; the white hair on his head began to turn green and black, and even the vicissitudes of old age gradually regained vitality and vitality. The wrinkled skin gradually smoothed out, and the declining energy and blood returned to its peak.

.

After a few breaths, in front of Su Qing, stood a majestic man with black hair and cold eyebrows and starry eyes. The heartbeat in his chest became more and more violent, and the sound was trembling like a drum.

Su Qing's eyes shone with light, and then the light came out dazzlingly, falling into the Sword Master's dim eyes that were not yet closed, and then he heard him shout like spring thunder:

"wake up!"

Instantly.
Chapter completed!