As he saw it, a long sword pierced straight towards him.

But there was no time to react. In just a moment, the tip of the sword stopped at the center of his eyebrows.

Ruozhi felt that an invisible force came through the middle of his eyebrows, and he felt dizzy and stiff all over.

The long sword withdrew, controlling Ruozhi's invisible power, and immediately dissipated.

After a cold burst, Ruozhi calmed down and saw Mu Qing standing not far away with his face, with his hands behind his back, with a sword on his back.

"Come on, there is a technique in the sword. Let me see how your sword skills are," Mu Qing said lightly.

"Sword Art?" Ruozhi was slightly stunned. It seemed that he did not know much about sword art. Although he had seen relevant records in the book given by Xuan Min, it was a pity that the variety was complicated. At that time, he had practiced all day long, and he had never practiced the so-called sword art.

Shaking his head, Ruozhi was very honest and replied, "I don't know."

"No", Mu Qing didn't seem to be surprised at all, "Then use all your means to attack me."

"All the means", Ruozhi thought about it, but he still didn't seem to have any. He remembered that he had no means of attack. As for those tricks that he "fighted hard" with Ye Ying, it would be better not to show off his ugly appearance.

"Just use the sword-control technique you performed a few days ago," Mu Qing said.

"Well..." Ruozhi thought about it and nodded in agreement. Not only did he only know this kind of attack method, but he also wanted to know the power of the so-called "sword-controlling technique" he practiced.

"In this way, I will offend you here," Ruozhi said with a graceful tribute.

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill in his neck and a sensation. He saw Mu Qing's long sword already placed between his collar.

He shook his head gently, "Put your false etiquette and fight with others. Don't relax at all, otherwise you will become a headless person immediately, so why are you talking about etiquette?" Mu Qing withdrew his sword and said lightly.

He swallowed secretly, Ruozhi felt a little furry and his back was cold.

After calming down a little, Ruozhi's right fingers were put together, and he silently used his mental method, "started", and pointed at the void with a "clang" sound, the sword sounded, the Cangyue sword weapon was deshewn, and a cold light flashed, and stopped in front of Ruozhi.

For a moment, Mu Qing felt that Ruozhi on the opposite side seemed to have changed a little, but she couldn't explain where there was a change. Her eyes fell on Ruozhi's insertion in the darkness, and the scabbard in the soil actually sealed the scabbard. How did this sword-control technique be practiced?

"My aunt, please give me advice," Ruozhi, who was opposite, said in a deep voice.

The sword pointed at it quickly, and with a little force, a cold light flashed, and he took Mu Qing directly opposite him.

"Okay", the cold light was fast, and in just a moment, it came to my eyes. Mu Qing praised and said.

The next moment, Mu Qing's long sword took action, but did not face the cold light, but instead stabbed into a void.

With a light "ding", two sword weapons were seen. The tip of the sword was about to return. Ruozhi was shocked. He used a virtual move and used the sword Qi to virtually produce the cold light of the sword, but he hid the real sword weapon in the shadow beside him, waiting for an opportunity to move. It was obviously a move, but he was extremely clever sword move, but he didn't know how Mu Qing saw through it.

"Yes, this sword comes from the Star Sword Book. In the past, it was made by the hollow of the sword body, and an exquisite dark sword attached to it to confuse the opponent with the cold light of the sword body, and then use the dark sword to perform the final kill. You can use the sword qi to hide the true intention of the sword weapon, which is indeed good," Mu Qing praised, "Continue."

Ruozhi took a deep breath, pointed his sword again, but suddenly shrank back again, and saw the sword weapon stabbing straight with cold light, and suddenly changed direction, and suddenly paused.

A white shadow rushed forward, held it with one hand, and slashed the sword downwards, and slashed the sword at Mu Qing's calves with one sword.

With a "dang", Ruozhi felt that the sword weapon was chopping on the hard object. When he looked closely, it was Mu Qing's long sword, which happened to be on the outside of his calf, and seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

"Yes, this sword comes from Qingfeng's Thirteenth Style. It uses a sword weapon to take it straight away, suddenly withdraws from the closest place, hold the sword in hand, and then attacks and kills again, and wins with speed. However, if you practice to the extreme, you can continuously draw swords and change the thirteen swords," Mu Qing praised, "Let's go ahead."

During the words, Ruozhi had already opened the distance between him and Mu Qing.

"Sword Control" As the thoughts moved, the sword weapon flew and the fallen leaves were chaotic... The speed became faster and faster, and the cold lights in the mountains were blew, and the sword wind blew, instantly enveloped Mu Qing.

The sword wind was whistling, the fallen leaves were rustling, and the cold light was bursting... Ruozhi had already used the sword-control technique he could perform at the moment to the extreme.

"Okay, good, good, with such cultivation, you can use the sword-control technique to such an extent. For millions of years, you have become one of the best." Then, Mu Qing at the center, looked calm, with his hands on his back, holding a sword, and standing still, "This method is the method of a cultivator."

Ruozhi's breathing was obviously a little quicker. With his mind, he could not support the long-term sword control. In addition, today, he deliberately imitated the various exquisite sword moves he saw in the book, so his mind was consumed faster. He knew that he still gritted his teeth and waved his sword, and he was about to take the center of Mu Qing.

But Mu Qing seemed to sigh slightly, stretched out his left hand and pointed, and then bounced his fingers and heard a "dou" sound.

The whistle and snowy sword wind disappeared, and the cold light stood dark, and only the fallen leaves were still falling, falling down.

"Dang" the sword fell to the ground, "Wow Huhu Huhu", Ruozhi sat dejectedly on the ground, his body was undulating violently, and he was breathing in big mouths.

"How?" Mu Qing walked over with his hands behind his back, holding a sword, step by step, slowly walked over and asked.

"I lost," Ruozhiqiang cheered up, bowed his hand, and replied, "The master's swordsmanship is exquisite, but he is not as good as his subordinates." However, he was secretly dissatisfied.

"Swordsmanship is exquisite?" Mu Qing asked back with a strange expression, and said, his tone was a bit strange, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Yes", Ruozhi affirmed, said.

"Ha", Mu Qing smiled rarely, "You know, since I practiced Taoism, no one has ever evaluated my exquisite swordsmanship." Mu Qing said as if he was self-deprecating.

"Do you know where you lost?" Mu Qing suddenly looked serious and asked.

"I don't know", Ruozhi honestly shook his head, "It should be that Master, you have a high level of cultivation." After thinking about it, Ruozhi still blurted out what he thought, but he was really dissatisfied. He was confident. If his cultivation was of equal importance, he would probably not lose to the person in front of him so easily.
Chapter completed!