Gu Qing is Gu Han's younger brother and a sword boy who has passed through Nanshan.

He was not born into a Taoist species, but his talent was also very outstanding. Because of Gu Han, he was sent to Liangwang Peak as soon as he was born. He has been following Nanshan to learn swordsmanship over the years.

Among the new generation of sword washing disciples, his realm is the most powerful. In the eyes of those who know Liangwang Peak, he may even be stronger than Zhao Layue.

However, he has been on Liangwang Peak over the years and rarely appears on the banks of Xijian Creek, so few people know his existence.

Gu Qing walked to the stream and stopped.

The discussions between the cliffs and the streams did not stop, but became louder and louder.

Gu Qing did not take another step forward.

Location is the most important thing.

The stream where he stood was dozens of feet away from Jingjiu.

What does this mean? Such a long distance has already exceeded the attack range of the first realm. Could it be that Gu Qing had entered the realm of inheriting the art during the sword washing stage? And it was not that he had the first glimpse of the way, but that he truly had the attack ability to inheriting the art?

It was shocked that people realized that Liangwang Peaks actually hid such an amazing genius boy.

The expression of passing Nanshan was very calm.

Gu Qing has been his sword boy for many years, but in fact he is a half-master and half-apprentice relationship. He is very clear about Gu Qing's realm and strength.

He was originally going to use Gu Qingshu to slap Zhao Luyue's aura, but he didn't expect that Jing Jiu stood up in advance, and Gu Han made this request again.

He knew Gu Han's mood, so he didn't stop him.

As for the result of this sword competition, of course there will be no surprises.

Gu Han stared at Jing Jiu below with a sneer on the corner of his lips.

A year ago, when he saw Jing Jiu for the first time at the foot of Jian Peak, he didn't like him because Liu Shisui and because of some difficult reasons.

Ma Hua said with a smile: "The jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved. I hope that when Junior Brother Jing can understand the hard work of the senior brothers in the future, he will understand the hard work of the senior brothers."

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At the sword inheritance conference, disciples can show their best skills in sword control, but when others challenge, it is best not to refuse.

The Qingshan Sect practices swordsmanship and despises the behavior of avoiding war.

So Lin Yingliang came out to challenge Liu Shisui before, but no teacher thought it was wrong, and Liu Shisui naturally accepted it.

But everyone knows that Jing Jiu is different from ordinary disciples. Who knows what reaction will be given by a lazy person like him?

Many disciples, including Xue Yongge, Yushan Junior Sister and other old people in Nansongting, wondered if he would say something shockingly: "I won't fight you."

The disciples would think so, in addition to Jing Jiu's temperament, they also had no hope of Jing Jiu's victory.

Even if Jing Jiu is perfect in one realm, how can he be the opponent of a genius disciple who enters the state of inheriting the artistic conception in advance?

With dozens of feet apart, your sword can't even touch the opponent's body, so how can you defeat the opponent?

Since you will definitely lose, admitting defeat will naturally become a possible option, although it is a bit embarrassing.

"please."

Gu Qing clasped his fists with his hands, flew out his sleeves, stood still in front of him, and gave a flat sword ceremony.

Jing Jiu said: "Okay."

He did not give in directly.

There was a slight commotion by the stream between the cliffs.

Some people feel sorry, some are satisfied, and some are sighing.

More people think that the next scene will definitely be very embarrassing.

Junior sister Yushan covered her face, and the boy surnamed Yuan from Lelang County whispered to comfort her.

"Is this what is called tempering? Or do you just want to humiliate him?"

Zhao royue looked up at the cliff.

The disciples of Liangwang Peak stood there.

She naturally remembered the battle with the left uncle of Bihu Peak in the clouds of Jianfeng that night.

The gap in realm cannot be compensated by talent and means.

Even if Jing Jiu hides a magic weapon for protecting her body like her, how can he use it in public?

What's more, if Jing Jiu hadn't helped that day, she would have died under the sword of Uncle Zuo.

While she was thinking about this, Gu Qing set out his sword.

Just like those disciples who appeared before, his sword drawing was very simple.

As the sleeves flew, the sword light came out, and then suddenly shrank.

There is an extra gray line on the stream surface.

The flying sword with an ancient meaning instantly flew through dozens of feet away, without decreasing speed and power at all, and pointed directly at Jing Jiu's face.

Zhao's black pupils shrank slightly in the twelfth month.

Gu Qing not only entered the realm of inheriting the art, but was even close to perfection, which was similar to her real realm.

When Gu Qing's flying sword came to Jing Jiu, he still did not move, and he looked like he was frightened.

Of course, this is not the real reason. People are very clear that it is because Gu Qing's sword is so fast that ordinary disciples can't react at all.

Next, the flying sword would stop in front of Jing Jiu, only a few inches away from his eyebrows.

Gu Qing calmly said that he would give in, and the winner was decided.

Everyone thought they would see this picture.

However, this screen did not appear.

A sound came out on the surface of the stream and dispersed around.

The sound was very clear and crisp.

The wind blows on the stream.

The gray line suddenly stopped.

The flying sword fell down obliquely, fell into the stream, splashing a splash of water.

Quiet as dead.

Countless shocked gazes fell on Jing Jiu.

What exactly happened?

Jing Jiu stood on the stream, as if he had not moved.

He held the sword casually, like a hunter carrying a stick, looking for pheasants in the mountains and forests.

When Gu Qing's sword flew in front of him, he really swung the sword up and smashed it down.

The sword was accurately hit by his sword, like a pheasant hit by a stick, falling into the stream without saying a word.

It was very quiet, and the sound of the stream was very clear.

Gu Qing even felt that he could hear the rapid flow of his blood.

At first, he was a little unsure what was happening to him.

Until he saw the familiar sword in the stream.

His face was a little hot, but his face became paler and paler. A vague wildfire began to burn deep in his eyes.

He suddenly looked up at Jing Jiu, his eyes full of shock and anger, and shouted.

"ah!"

With this shout, the flying sword that fell into the stream flew up again.

This time, the flying sword was significantly faster and its power was even more amazing.

What is even more shocking is that before the stream could fall from the sword, it turned into fog vapor. You can imagine how hot the sword was at this time.

When the flying sword came to the middle of the stream, it even started to burn!

A line of fire illuminates the cliff wall and points directly to the well nine, with an amazing momentum.

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"Six Dragon Sword!"

"How could he have this sword technique!"

Countless screams sounded between the cliffs.

The high standard of the six dragons returning to the sun!
To be continued...