Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 428: Dragon, Demon

"Wow!!"

A phoenix cry pierced the clouds and split the sky, and a fiery red sword appeared in Wushuang's hand. The long and narrow sword body was fiery red in surface, like a phoenix reborn from the fire.

"The Great Ming Suzaku!"

Needless to say, Sikong Qianluo also knew what the sword in Wushuang's hand was. It was the Ming Dynasty Suzaku that ranked second in the Famous Swords List.

Wushuang's body trembled slightly. The Ming Dynasty Suzaku is very powerful, but this sword is a magic sword. The fiery red sword body, in addition to representing the name Suzaku, also represents bloody killing.

When Wushuang held the Daming Suzaku, a murderous aura rushed directly into his mind. The murderous aura was as violent as a raging storm. If Wushuang had not been mentally prepared from the beginning, he would have been controlled by the sword the moment he held it.

"When Wushuang City obtained this magic weapon, it was directly sealed in the Wushuang Sword Box, intending to use the other twelve magic weapons to purify the evil spirit in the Ming Dynasty Suzaku and sharpen its edge."

"Unfortunately, after all these years, this magical weapon is still hard to tame!!"

With regard to the Ming Dynasty Suzaku, Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun also learned about its details through later intelligence. To them, especially after advancing to the Divine Wandering Profound Realm, this magic sword was no different from chicken ribs.

Although it is powerful, it can easily affect the mind of the person holding the sword, causing him to go astray. This sword is a time bomb for anyone in the world, and it may blow the lucky person to pieces at any time.

"It seems that the young lord of Wushuang City cannot fully control this sword!"

Baili Dongjun said with some emotion while pinching his mustache.

In fact, even if one enters the realm of sword fairyland, fighting with this sword for a long time will affect the mind of the person holding the sword. Sikong Changfeng had already tested this when he sent Ye Anshi back to Tianwaitian.

The Ming Dynasty Suzaku is like a wild and unruly horse, charging forward recklessly without any scruples.

"I'm afraid that only when I enter the realm of Divine Wandering can I completely control this magic sword. But by that time, this magic sword will not be of much use!"

The competition in the Divine Realm is more about the level of Taoism, just like Baili Dongjun who has entered the Divine Realm. Everything in the world can be a sword, a gun, or a knife, and any casual blow can have earth-shattering power.

"Buzz!"

Wushuang suddenly raised his head, his black and white eyes were all covered with blood red. In order to challenge a stronger one, Wushuang did not have many choices at this moment.

"Possessed?"

The remaining twelve flying swords in the Wushuang sword box all rushed towards the direction where Wushuang swung his sword.

"Not completely..."

Baili Dongjun shook his head. Swordsmen use swords. Some people think that a sword is just a sword, just a tool, there is no difference; some people take a different approach to swordsmanship, pursuing magical weapons, and finally they are controlled by the sword and become sword slaves.

Wushuang’s current situation is similar to the latter, but not entirely, because Wushuang still retains a bit of rationality and has not completely sunk.

"Back then, Yu Sheng Mo was willing to take an unconventional approach in order to fight me. He used the power of the devil to strengthen his combat power, and even became as powerful as the Divine Wandering Profound Realm. What a pity..."

Speaking of this, Li Changsheng felt a little sad. The two people who were both enemies and friends ended up with this outcome.

"If so, then Wushuang's next combat power..."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Changfeng narrowed his eyes. He had thought that there would be no suspense in his daughter's battle, but now it seems that this is not the case.

“Now it seems to make some sense!”

Sikong Qianluo held up the silver moon in his hand and advanced instead of retreating. After entering the realm of great freedom, Sikong Qianluo gained the ability to fly in the air for a short period of time. He took continuous steps in the air and became one with his spear.

Different from Wushuang's unity of man and sword, Wushuang controls man with sword, while Qianluo controls gun with man.

"Shock Dragon??"

Baili Dongjun's mouth twitched. Although he knew that Sikong Changfeng would not hold back on his daughter, he was still very shocked to see this move from Sikong Qianluo. "I passed it on to her a long time ago. I thought I would see it after a long time..."

When Sikong Changfeng said this, his eyes were full of smiles.

In the air, strange phenomena occurred one after another. The Ming Dynasty Vermilion Bird transformed into a ferocious bird, Vermilion Bird. As its wings flapped, murderous intent filled the air.

Sikong Qianluo transformed into a divine dragon, waving his claws and using his spear as powerful as moving clouds and rain, opening and closing his spear as he reached the peak.

The spear is the king of all weapons. In terms of flexibility and surprise, no other weapon can match it.

The Jinglong Spear is Li Changsheng's masterpiece, and its power is top-notch among many spear techniques.

There were twelve swords in the unparalleled sword box, namely Yunsuo, Qingshuang, Fengxiao, Hongye, Hudie, Jueying, Pojie, Shasheng, Yuruyi, Raozhirou, Cang, and Mang. After a sharp cry of phoenix, they turned into afterimages like flowers scattered by a fairy, pointing directly at the flaws on Sikong Qianluo's body.

Seeing the twelve flying swords, Sikong Qianluo waved the spear in his hand, and with the flick of a dragonfly over the water, he knocked the twelve flying swords away one by one without any error.

"With a tiger in her heart and a rose in her nose, this little girl Qianluo's spearmanship has reached the pinnacle!!"

In fact, no matter it is spearmanship, swordsmanship, or other martial arts, there is only one destination after practicing, which is to return to the original state.

At this time, Sikong Qianluo's spearmanship had this kind of flavor invisibly, because there was only one purpose of the duel, victory or defeat. The purpose was simple, so there were only two ways of attacking, attack and defense.

Some wins and losses may only mean wins and losses, but some wins and losses also mean life and death.

"break!!"

A slightly hoarse voice was heard, and the dark red sword energy arrived like thunder in an instant.

In a duel between masters, victory or defeat is sometimes decided by a hair's breadth. Wushuang Drifting Sword already had the advantage. Although the twelve flying swords were knocked away by Sikong Qianluo, it also created an opportunity for him.

"This kid is not bad!!"

Li Changsheng shifted his gaze to Wushuang. The art of wielding a sword was no longer difficult after entering the realm of great freedom. The difficult part was controlling multiple flying swords at the same time, which meant multitasking.

"If an ordinary Great Free Heaven Realm cultivator faced this little fellow, it would be very difficult to deal with him, not to mention whether he could defeat him!"

As a person who has reached the Return to Truth state, Li Changsheng has a very broad vision. Coupled with his rich combat experience, his comments are almost always to the point.

"Unfortunately, he underestimated the Jinglong Spear Technique, and also underestimated Qianluo..."

Baili Dongjun raised his head, looked up into the air, and sighed softly.

"A dragon can be big or small, can rise or hide. When it is big, it can create clouds and mist, and when it is small, it can hide its shape. When it rises, it soars in the universe, and when it hides, it lurks in the waves. This is true for dragons, and it is also true for startled dragons."

Before Baili Dongjun finished speaking, Sikong Qianluo twisted his body, and with a flick of his tail, he narrowly avoided the sword, then suddenly accelerated and attacked Wushuang again.

Changing the trajectory of an attack midway was already extremely difficult, and there was no force point in mid-air. In that situation, Sikong Qianluo's change had gone beyond common sense, and directly stunned Wushuang.

“Uh uh uh~~”

A roar suddenly came from Wushuang's throat, and the aura around him suddenly changed. If the previous Wushuang was a ferocious beast that still had some rationality, now only the screams of ferocity were left.

The sword energy was like a reservoir with the floodgates opened, slashing towards Qianluo desperately. At the same time, Wushuang disappeared on the spot, three times faster than before.

"Ah~"

There was a light sigh on the top of the mountain, and Baili Dongjun's figure disappeared in a flash. As the lord of Wushuang City, he naturally would not let the other party get into trouble in Xueyue City.

"Wushuang City Lord, let's stop here!!"

(End of this chapter)