The shadow of the sword flickers and the shadow of the fist shuttles.

The light of Qi Yuqiong's sword is like mist, like a river, like rain, like a school of fish, like everything under the water; the sword has great meaning and is not good at killing, so in martial arts, only first-class masters can use the true power of the sword.

This is because top-notch masters can make up for the weakness of their swords by striking with strong energy. Likewise, the fusion of sword intention and fist intention can exert powerful mental pressure on the opponent with each move.

As the saying goes, a fool uses his sword to kill himself, and a sage uses his sword to fly to the gods. This is how it is.

However, this does not work for Qi Long.

His claw shadow penetrated the 'layers of rain curtain' and directly caught the sword. Qi Yuqiong shook his hand and was about to cut off the opponent's palm, no matter whether the opponent used the inner skill of 'Bull Tongue' or 'Snake Egg Holding'

', He is a Shinto soldier! And it is a water-type Shinto soldier that is unified with his water-type boxing skills.

However, the water element light on the sword flashed, but nothing was hurt. Taking advantage of this gap, Qi Lung's figure suddenly moved three feet, like a ghost, and got into the empty door. At the same time, he raised his elbows and drilled into his chest. His elbows sharpened rapidly, like an eagle.

The beak looks like snake teeth.

Qi Yuqiong became alert, and the white-haired cloak on her back suddenly hugged her body, turning into a pure white noble robe, and the patterns on the robe turned into various defensive runes.

However, the black clothes on Qi Long's chest also turned around, revealing various strange and unpredictable Buddhist inscriptions. The two of them offset each other. The divine light on Qi Yuqiong's chest dimmed, followed by a fierce cone and a 'click' sound.

At least four of the opponent's ribs were broken.

At the same time, Qi Yuqiong's countless pores spurted out countless water lines, and above the water lines, raging divine fire burned.

'It's this move again.'

Qi Long resisted the urge to kill, and turned around. His head and limbs were really retracted into his chest. At the same time, his skin turned into a human skin cassock, wrapping the meat ball.

Lu' turned back, and the high-pressure water line that could cut through gold and iron sprayed on him, but it only turned into a boost, pushing him far away.

Every time Qi Long kills someone, the opponent's Shinto soldiers become more powerful.

"It's really smart to find out the flaw in the Ghost Court's seal so quickly." Zhong Yuxiu muttered while squatting on the ground.

In the ghost court, not punching force and sealing the fist intention is equivalent to sealing Qi Lung's strongest means.

But the foundation of this seal is the independent operation of the power of the ghost court. It is like a lifeless pond. Any living thing placed in it will be quickly digested.

However, the power of dragon veins can resist this kind of digestion, so by circulating the power within the dragon's energy and hiding the power in the dragon, part of the strength can be restored.

It sounds simple, but to integrate the power of dragon veins, the pinnacle of Feng Shui energy, with changes in boxing skills in a short period of time is no less difficult than creating a top-notch boxing set on the spot.

Zhong Yuxiu's eyes turned to Qi Yuqiong, who had already taken on the shape of three dragons. A faint watery light flowed on her body, and she whispered quietly:

"The descendant of the North Water God King, where did that group of people find this kid? The family tree is eight generations away, and the branches are scattered for dozens of generations. He is worthy of being a descendant of the palace people. The craftsmanship of making a dojo in a snail shell is really top-notch."

The North Water God King, one of the Twelve Royal Clan, and one of the masterminds of the Eight Rebel Rebellions, was killed by the Abandoned Demon Emperor, her son in the first life and grandfather in the second life, and almost cut off the inheritance for eight generations.

And the North Water God King is also known as Xuan Ming!

Xuan Ming, the God of Taiyin - "Book of Rites and Moon Order"

If it is a severe winter, the cold air is biting, the wind blows irregularly, and Xuan Ming palms the snow - "The Great Hunting Fu"

Qi Lung appeared with ease, his palm slowly opened, and the bright red tendons were beating like hairs in the palm of his hand. Just now they hit the sword blade, making Qi Yuqiong mistakenly think that Qi Long was holding the sword, thus exposing the flaw.

Qi Yuqiong stood up slowly, her face pale against the pale wind and snow, her eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the two Shinto weapons, the Xuanshui Sword and the Colorless Curtain Cloak, burned ten times faster than before.

Qi Long quickly felt the surroundings becoming damp and raised his brows.

"Sword Domain?"

The sword has a sword realm, and the sword has a sword realm, but I don't know what kind of sword realm the opponent used when burning two Shinto weapons.

"I didn't expect that the opponent I met in the first game could force me to this point. I always thought that I was destined to be the real dragon emperor."

"Everyone here says that they are the true Dragon Emperor, but I am different. I specialize in slaying dragons."

Qi Yuqiong stamped her jade boot fiercely, and in an instant, the Buddhist temple collapsed inch by inch, and terrifying water vapor covered the sky and the earth.

Water vapor, no, it’s the distortion of the void!

Therefore, when it comes to the realm of things, even if it is complex, there is no one who does not transform into the realm of Xuanming alone - "Sword Chapter"

The meaning of this sentence is to obliterate differences, cancel right and wrong, make no distinction between each other, and be complacent.

The entire Buddhist temple fell into a groggy and mysterious realm, with wind, frost, rain and snow falling at the same time!

"Anasal Way!"

Qi Long's eyes flashed with magic light, and the skin and flesh all over his body, starting from the soles of his feet and spreading to the top of his head, was like a rash, covered with dense whirlpools. These whirlpools of skin and flesh seemed to be able to absorb light, and in a short time

Break through the suppression of the Ghost Court within.

And on his body, he actually exuded an aura that made even Zhong Yuxiu feel horrified.

The huge ruins of Wujian are the axis of hell.

There is no time for me!

In the gray water vapor waves that filled the sky, Qi Lung's figure wrapped in magic light suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, a sword shadow was looming half an inch in front of his forehead.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

"interesting."

Zhong Yuxiu stood up slowly, her face became solemn. In her eyes, all the water vapor in this Buddhist hall had turned into people and swords. People everywhere controlled the ubiquitous swords.

This is definitely a legendary sword realm, and it is a sword prison activated by two Shinto soldiers. The gap between the sword and the person is a turbulent and transparent water-colored divine light.

"You actually have a preliminary understanding of the power of Xuan Ming and the Tao of Taiyin with your sword."

However, most of Zhong Yuxiu's attention fell on Qi Long. Qi Long's appearance was already vaguely visible. Only the mysterious shadow that occasionally flashed in the space revealed his existence.

In the mountains, rivers and seas of swords, sword shadows are everywhere, while demonic shadows seem to exist in every corner and seem to disappear in every corner.

"Bo Xun's glazed demonic energy, no, should be the Buddha's will at the level of annihilation, which is wrong," Zhong Yuxiu's eyes flickered: "It's not a Buddha or a demon. He has already gone his own way."

The sword light suddenly stopped and stopped three inches in front of Qi Long's forehead. However, Qi Yuqiong's palm was already trembling so much that he could no longer hold the sword.

"It seems I won." Qi Long smiled.

"Really?" Qi Yuqiong suddenly gave a weird smile, "Big evil guy!"

The positions where the two were fighting were one behind the other. Qi Long's gaze could see the door opposite the Buddhist hall, while Qi Yuqiong's gaze could see the Jiuyou Huangquan lantern at the end of the Buddhist hall, and from the light.

The tall Buddha figure walked out.

Bloody, brutal, holding a bloody sword.

To slay evil, you must slay the heart—the Venerable Heart-Slaying Master!

This place is not a Buddhist place, but a temporary execution ground!

Qi Yuqiong's eyes became brighter and brighter. He saw with his own eyes that a huge Buddha figure two people tall lifted a sword as big as the door panel. The sword's light exploded fiercely. The sword flashed past and blood spurted out like a fountain in the blood cavity.

Qi Yuqiong's neck felt cold, and his eyes were spinning. He turned his eyes to the Eighteen Hells on the top of the Buddhist hall, turned his eyes and saw a standing headless corpse.

Then he saw Qi Long again.

Oh, it turns out I was the one who died.

It turns out that I am not the one who is destined to live.

With a touch of regret, Qi Yuqiong's eyes darkened.

"Yes, I won," Qi Lung repeated as he watched him feast in a high-rise building and his head fell to the ground.

Qi Yuqiong's headless corpse, carrying two Shinto weapons, burned fiercely in fire at the same time, the fire was as bright as water, and it was freezing to the bones.

Venerable Zhanxin stared at Qi Cong for a long time, and suddenly he knelt down and kowtowed devoutly. On his back, there were weird and evil Buddhist scriptures, which completely distorted his teachings.

Disturbing evil into good, turning evil into good, reversing evil into good, scolding the Buddha and ridiculing the Buddha, but I am the Buddha, this is the world's wisdom and difficulty.

In the eyes of Venerable Zhanxin, Qi Lung is a good man from ten generations, plus Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who is full of compassion and saves the suffering.

The fire burned away, leaving behind four items: a human skin covered with dragon scales, a pink dragon tendon, half a dragon tail, and a water-colored bone.

‘The third transformation of the Dragon Vein Son Reserve.’

Qi Long didn't need to do anything. Driven by instinct, Qi Long's right arm was lengthened directly, his five fingers turned into sharp teeth, and his tongue stuck out from the palm of his hand, and he directly swallowed the dragon scales, tendons, and tail into his body. Suddenly, a stream of essence came out.

The dragon energy as pure as water spreads throughout the body.

At the same time, under the suppression of the ghost court, the golden light on Qi Long's body surface increased by two points, and dragon scales loomed. At the same time, the tendons and flesh in his body seemed to melt by three points.

Qi Lung had already perfected his muscles, and the gains were mostly in his condition, but after digesting the dragon's tail meat, three-thirds of his mortal flesh turned into a pure substance.

70% of meat is water, but now the ordinary water has turned into spiritual water.

If ten points represents the success of meat refining, then in just this one step, Qi Lung has already increased by three points.

'As expected of the Dragon Fighting Picture, just one battle can achieve effects that ordinary warriors cannot achieve even after ten years of hard training.'

Qi Long's eyes fell on the last section of the water-colored ribs. Before he could think about becoming famous, his arms were suddenly wrapped in a small softness. He turned his head and saw Zhong Yuxiu looking at him charmingly and innocently, with a look in his eyes.

, exuding the light of worship.

But Qi Lung would never take it seriously. The killing just now destroyed almost half of the Buddhist hall, but it had no impact on the other party at all.

Even Qi Yuqiong, a quasi-dragon-veined son who had transformed three times, did not notice the existence of this person.
To be continued...