I conquer the cultivation world by drawing cards

Chapter 48

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Su Changqing's brows were slightly frowned, revealing a bit of fragile and fragile beauty. She continued to forcibly extract the star power from her spiritual aperture, causing her face to be too pale at this time.

Seeing this, the sword cultivator disciple who was fighting with the girl was very worried. He was afraid that if he stabbed down, Junior Sister Su would die from the shock of his powerful sword power.

——Well, even though each knife he slashes is more violent and colder than the other knife, but this does not prevent him from silently caring about the fragile Su Shimei in his heart.

It can be confirmed that this sword repair disciple of Chasing Moon Peak is trying a very new brother-sister relationship.

It wasn't that he wanted to attack his junior sister, it was because his hands and the knife had their own thoughts. The disciple of the knife cultivator endured a lot of sad tears for himself, and he looked at Su Changqing with complicated eyes.

Alas, I hope Junior Sister Su can understand his sincerity, and I firmly believe that Junior Sister Su can handle this storm.

Hit back, but he still loves and cares, every yard is one yard.

Thinking about it this way, the saber in his hand became more and more fierce and domineering.

And Su Changqing not only couldn't understand his sincerity, but also wondered if the senior brother of Zhuyue Peak in front of him had a grudge against her before?
The knives that were slashing at her became more and more fierce each time, and the power of each knife was astonishing and violent. In an instant, a heavy sense of oppression rushed over her face, as if it was about to crush her to the ground.

Although Su Changqing's complexion was extremely pale, in fact the star power in her body was still very abundant, at least she didn't go to see Lord Taishan just like the sword cultivator disciple thought.

The girl's red lips were condensed into a line, she suddenly bent her eyes, and smiled at the knife cultivator disciple, as if breaking through the frozen spring.

There was a touch of cold white on the finger bones she held on the fire stick, and the next moment, the long stick spun, and the force penetrated the tip of the stick. To the extreme, it exploded in an instant.

Under the girl's weak and gentle smile are icy sword edges and poisonous thorns.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Chong-"

The knife and the stick collided directly, the stick body bent, the blade trembled slightly, and Sen Han's sharp knife shattered, as if being split apart by the force of the stick and the spark mark.

The expression of the knife cultivator changed, and he took a step back after being shocked by the collision of the two long weapons of the knife and stick. His eyes widened slightly, as if he was still a little stunned that he couldn't react to what had just happened.

He looked up and down the fire stick in Su Changqing's hand, and he was in a state of astonishment. It was obviously just an ordinary long stick, but the strength he used was so amazing!
Before he could figure it out, the slender girl had already landed in front of his eyes like a frightened bird. Su Changqing, who was extremely dark, kept spinning the firestick in Su Changqing's hands. With a move of the flower stick, the strong wind whizzed between the swings. , Like a gust of wind blowing away.In an instant, the dancing stick turned into a sweeping stick, and suddenly drew a perfect arc forward, and a powerful and majestic momentum swept out, filling the entire square.

The stick is a long weapon without an edge, it seems more benevolent than a sword, but in fact its offensive has always been open and closed, and it is more suitable for breaking the enemy——

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance;

Hitting all around, looking for teeth all over the place.

The girl has a soft and slender figure, but her back is straight and straight. At this moment, her black eyebrows that seem to be frowning but not frowning hide a coldness and sharpness, and the extreme coldness flashes across the tip of the stick, which makes people's minds caught.

Eyebrow cultivator's eyebrows froze. At this time, he was surrounded by a domineering and tyrannical aura, and the saber intent was vertical and horizontal. In an instant, the saber stabbed out, and the golden light of the saber shone, but in an instant, it turned into a golden dragon and rushed out of the abyss, just like hitting a mountain and breaking a rock Chop down.

The blow of the stick wind and the blade exploded with a bang, crackling and crackling, and even the stone platform where the two of them were standing seemed to vibrate and shatter under such destructive force.

The combined power of the explosive stick wind and the sword's momentum swept across the sky, causing changes in the surrounding situation, and the scene was huge.

The aftermath oscillated around the stone platform, easily tearing apart the barrier between Su Changqing and the sword cultivator's disciples, causing both of them to be forced back a few steps by the aftershock.

Su Changqing frowned and looked at the corner of her skirt. A large piece had been cut by the force just now, and the situation of the knife cultivator disciple was not much better. The blue veins on the arms are bulging, the wheat-colored muscles are smooth and firm, full of untamed wildness and ferocity, and it looks even more like a body repairer than Xiao He.

Scarlet blood surged upwards, and the pale girl suppressed it forcefully, her eyes burst out with chilling coldness, she swung the stick in her hand, and swung it out with a flat swing.

Not to be outdone, the knife cultivator raised his knife and slashed. The violent and bright golden glow instantly permeated the blade, and in an instant it turned into countless golden cold blades and shot out.

The two fought fiercely in one place.

The girl's eyebrows were calm, but the attack in her hand was extremely strong.

But the realm of the knife cultivator is already two levels higher than her, and he is still a monk who has entered the golden core stage, so at this moment, he still seems to be more comfortable than Su Changqing, and the spiritual power in his body is also stronger than hers. It is much more abundant and surplus.

The next moment, the long knife in his hand gradually ignited a fierce and heroic sword intent, and it poured out from the long knife, but in an instant, a tyrannical hurricane of star power burst out, like a thousand cuts.

Su Changqing was taken aback, and hurriedly blocked with a stick, but the countless blade attacks transformed by the momentum of the sword were too dense. After blocking a few blows, he could only grit his teeth and dodge, but was still attacked by several The sharp and cold sword light was wounded.

The girl's expression became serious.

But the saber cultivator took advantage of the victory to chase after him. In the blink of an eye, he started to move his body, jumped up, and then raised the saber in his hand, and slashed at him with a single stroke. It spewed out like a torrent, roaring and swarming towards Su Changqing.

Su Changqing's complexion changed suddenly, her lips turned white slightly, and then the long stick spun around in her palm violently, creating a frenzied wind, which swept across all directions in an instant, fiercely contending with the attacking saber.

The sword cultivator squinted his eyes, and with a fierce turn of the blade, countless golden blades burst out again like arrows.

Su Changqing dodges quickly, while her thoughts turn sharply. This person's cultivation level is higher than hers, and her star power is also more abundant than hers. It should not be underestimated. The longer the battle timeline is dragged on, the more she will win. The chances are getting smaller, and right now I can only rely on the speed of my body to avoid his attack, but obviously this is not a long-term solution...

Before she could figure out a way to solve the current situation, her left shoulder was covered with blood. It turned out that several blades had hurt her.

At this moment, a strong smell of iron rust rushed up his throat, and the next moment Su Changqing spit out a mouthful of blood.

The injured girl held her body with a stick, her head was slightly lowered, her long black hair covered her eyebrows, making her expression hard to see.

Su Changqing exhaled slowly, raised her head, her expression remained unchanged, gentle yet fragile, then put away the long stick in her hand, and stretched out her slender fingers.

In just one second, a card was already held between her two fingers.

(End of this chapter)