Thousands of miles of yellow sand.

Feng Yu held the nameless ancient sword, with black hair flying, white clothes peerless, and looked at Gu Qing with a serious expression. As he walked, the other true lords did not reveal any trace.

"Do you trust Mr. Gu so much?" Feng Yu understood very well that those hidden true lords probably thought in their hearts that he could not pose any threat to Mr. Gu, so they did not intend to follow him.

The great witch Fengyu held the nameless ancient sword tightly, and a feeling of flesh and blood was suddenly connected.

He felt unyielding in his heart.

No matter how you are the true king of Taoist celestial immortals, you will be amazing and brilliant in the past and present.

But I still want to draw my sword at you.

The ancient sword trembled slightly, as if the indomitable intention of Fengyu Witch touched it very much.

The human sword is in harmony!

Gu Qing held his hands behind his back and looked at Feng Yu slowly. His calmness did not anger Feng Yu. When the ancient sword trembled slightly and the human swords were in harmony, Feng Yu entered an unprecedented calm state.

Gu Qing stretched out his hand again and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist please draw the sword."

He undoubtedly gave up this first move, showing the true king's peerless style, and also showing that he is sure to win.

Feng Yu felt the confidence emitted by Gu Qing's body, not arrogant, but like diamonds, he could withstand any external pressure and was indestructible.

This kind of confidence cannot be shaken.

He couldn't help but admire Gu Qing in his heart. It was by no means accidental that the other party had achieved such a success.

Of course, Feng Yu himself didn't know that Gu Qing is now in a sword body and Taiyi is difficult to destroy. Perhaps the attack is insufficient, but defense is really the top in this world.

Therefore, Gu Qing had known that he was invincible and of course he was very confident.

Moreover, after seeing Feng Yu's methods, Gu Qing came up with a solution to deal with it. As the saying goes, "You cannot attack yourself, but you can attack the enemy."

Feng Yu did not give up the opportunity to take the lead, the ancient sword was silently unsheathed, and there was no more nonsense.

Gu Qing's eyes were slightly surprised. The speed of Feng Yu's long sword being unsheathed was not worthy of surprise, but its speed was even, beyond Gu Qing's expectations.

If Feng Yu's sword drawing action is divided into billions of times, the speed of each action sword being unsheathed is average. Similarly, the connection between each subtle action is natural, and there is no discord, which is more natural than the flowing clouds and water. The loud sword sounds have become extremely moving immortal music.

This is the case with swordsmanship, and it is already a realm of transformation.

The long sword completely left the scabbard, and the thunder without the sound of the sword energy was blowing, like a light willow catkins floating in. Under the friction of the sword energy, a trace of electric flowers grew, and the speed of the sword light was as fast as the lightning.

Gu Qing urged his eyes to the extreme, but he still felt that the sword was too fast.

But the feeling of thin catkins still lingers in my heart. The catkins are very slow, and the sword light is actually incredibly fast, creating a complex sense of contradiction, which makes Gu Qing's perception confusing.

But Gu Qing still stretched out two fingers incredibly and gently pinched them.

The sword tip of the unknown ancient sword was pinched by Gu Qing, and the sword tip trembled rapidly. An extremely sharp sword intent emerged. It was the sharpness that was so fast that it could be easily cut through the void.

Gu Qing's fingers were uncontrollably released, and the tip of the sword pierced Gu Qing's throat.

The sound of water!

A layer of water curtain was separated by Gu Qing's chin, and the water flow wrapped around the sword tip of the ancient sword and washed back and forth. In an instant, there were dozens or millions of reciprocating, and the trembling power of the sword tip was absorbed by the water flow.

The water trembled, emitting billions of tiny water droplets, like stars in the sky.

Every drop of water absorbed the power of the ancient sword, as if the reduced version of the stars in the sky were coming to the mortal world, and the target was Feng Yu.

Gu Qing's magical power uses the Tianhe Water Method to interpret the flow of yin and yang, and completely takes the other party's sword energy as oneself, and uses the other's way to return it to the other body.

Feng Yu has never seen the magical power of leveraging power to fight, but Gu Qing's move is so subtle and mysterious. The erosion of the water flow is every time there is a complete vortex of life and death, as unpredictable as the six paths of reincarnation.

All things in the world and all living beings are in the cycle of reincarnation.

Sword energy is no exception.

There is birth and death.

Gu Qing perfectly demonstrates the essence of the great way of life and death.

Billions of water droplets burst out with amazing sword energy, and the void collapsed, and many yellow sand was sucked away by the tiny space holes. Those holes were destroyed in life, but they gave birth to thrilling power spread around them.

The water droplets are even more fluctuating and unchanging under this force.

In the end, it was like a storm, completely submerging the figure of the white-clothed witch.

Some of the brave and fast witch tribes had already come out. When they saw this scene, they mostly took a breath. Fengyu's witch did not take any advantage and fell into a disadvantage in a short time.

Gu Qing was still floating in the void, his feathered clothes fluttering. No one knew how much strength he put into this sword fight, but it was definitely far from all efforts.

The witch clans couldn't help but feel depressed. Even if they became a figure like Fengyu Great Witch, are they still far inferior to the Lord Gu Zhenjun? Is the witch really not as good as the monk?

The blood of the witch clan comes from the hard work of the Qingyang Taoist. They are very proud of this, believing that they are flowing with noble blood, but this pride is almost shattered in the sword fighting between Gu Qing and Feng Yu.

Mr. Gu is even more terrifying than the rumors.

At least he currently has no sign of changing the Dharma body of the ancient demon ape.

The violent ape that was enough to dominate the past and present has not yet appeared, and Mr. Gu seemed to be about to end this sword competition.

No, when the witch tribes were desperate, Feng Yu's figure in the storm was still straight. His white clothes were covered in holes with water droplets, and his appearance was extremely embarrassed.

But the sword-holding hand still clasped the hilt.

The ancient sword made an unyielding roar, and a series of loud sounds emerged from the void. Countless sword lights were born from ancient swords, drowning in the light, as if they were about to burst out the purest darkness.

The ultimate of light is darkness.

And light is the ultimate speed in the void universe.

Seeing this, Gu Qing said something that he had not said for a long time, "Is that all?"

There seems to be appreciation, but more regrets.

This sentence has always been widely circulated along with Gu Zhenjun's life, and is the scene that young people in the Qingyang Great Realm want to show when fighting in the battle.

But the people in the witch clan do not want the Fengyu Witch to become a footnote to this sentence today.

Gu Qing raised his hand and grabbed it with five fingers, facing the darkness that swallowed everything.

Even the True Lord’s body should not be able to take on this shocking sword. The witch clan had a thought, is Mr. Gu too arrogant?

This idea was just born, and Gu Qing had already held the darkness in his hand. A roar that could almost shatter the void in Gu Qing's hand was roaring. Many witch tribes were bleeding from their seven orifices when they watched, and were seriously injured, falling into endless yellow sand.

But when they fell, their attention was still on Gu Qing's hands.
Chapter completed!