Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Bai Yifei walked into the hall slowly, the left side was covered with ice, and a white sword was brought out; the right side was reflected by a blood-clothed shadow, and the dark red figure walked slowly, and a red sword was brought out.

Red and white double swords, and the white is not a family sword.

In the last battle against Tianze, Yan Lingji, Wushuang Ghost, Exorcist, and Hundred Poison King joined the battle, but Bai Yifei only used a red sword.

But this time, Bai Yifei came with two swords in hand. Like Xuan Jian, he is a two-handed swordsman, and he is also a top master who has stepped into the free realm for many years.

Around Bai Yifei, strips of ice spread out, and icicles suddenly appeared on the ground, and the air around him plummeted. With a wicked face, he sneered and said, "They can't go anywhere."

"As long as it belongs to me, I will take it back."

Bai Yifei said a word before releasing Yan Lingji: I can release you, and I can catch you back; the treasure of Baiyue is mine, and you are mine too.

Yan Lingji turned around, faced Bai Yifei, clasped her claws in both hands, her palms were on fire, her true energy was burning like fire, her beautiful face was sullen: "You said that what belongs to you is me?"

"What are you yourself?"

"You do not deserve."

Yan Lingji's anger towards Bai Yifei comes from many aspects. One is that Bai Yifei let the fashionable banshee weave dreams, intending to invade her heart and peep into her tragic past.

The second is that Bai Yifei practiced family-inherited secret arts, and many young women withered in their most beautiful years; as a woman, Yan Lingji hated such disgusting sorcery.

The third reason is hard to explain. Yan Lingji hates and dislikes people like Bai Yifei from the bottom of her heart; on the contrary, when she first met Li Changqing, she had a good impression of him.

Li Changqing's face was serious, and he stepped in front of Yan Lingji, blocking the two powerful men's auras.

On the left, black and white Xuanjian, holding double swords, rubbing the tip of the sword against the wooden board, ignited fires one after another, and the fierce murderous intent is constantly gaining momentum, and a fatal blow will erupt at any time.

On the right side, Bai Yifei, red and white swords, the white sword is like snow, the red sword is like blood, where the ice spreads, the wooden boards, doors, windows, and ceiling are all frozen, and the air is also frozen.

The two top swordsmen came stepping forward, with a strong figure and a steady pace, soaring into the sky with murderous aura.

Li Changqing felt unprecedented pressure, which was his catastrophe as a swordsman.

Swordsman in the rivers and lakes, when they meet on a narrow road, they must win the sword.

In this battle, as Xuan Jian said: Don't run away, because running away is useless.

Li Changqing had no choice but to fight with his sword and face the enemy head-on.

Li Changqing and Yan Lingji looked at each other from the corner of their eyes, and they nodded tacitly.

I saw that Li Changqing took two steps to the left, locked on Xuanjian with Qi, and said verbally: "Black and white Xuanjian, the white sword is facing inside, it is the sword of protection; the black sword is facing outside, it is the sword of revenge."

"You have given up the way of swordsmanship in your heart and cultivated the sword intent of killing. Although you are in line with the sword spirit and gained stronger strength, you have become a slave to the sword."

Li Changqing said contemptuously: "You have given up your dignity as a swordsman. Now you are not a swordsman. You are a slave to the sword, a slave to the sword."

Xuan Jian's gloomy eyes showed a bloodthirsty red light, murderous intent was sharp, and he said coldly: "What about a swordsman, what about a sword slave? If you die by my sword, what is the difference between the two?"

"Of course there is a difference..." Li Changqing said firmly, "A sword slave is not worthy of killing me."

Sword slave, this is a derogatory term for swordsmen, and is also a sword-holder whom all swordsmen in the world are ashamed to associate with; this kind of swordsman is not he who holds the famous sword in his hand, but is controlled by the sword spirit and becomes a master who can only kill. slave.

Sure enough, Xuan Jian became angry, his murderous intent soared into the sky, his sword energy overflowed, his body jumped suddenly, the long sword in both hands cut from the sky, and the cold light seemed to split the sky.

Li Changqing sneered, his body turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and the blue smoke turned into a phantom of a white crane, and he left the world in a vacuum.

boom!
The two swords in Black and White Xuanjian's hands cut into the ground, the planks exploded, and the strong sword energy tore apart row after row of planks.

Xuan Jian failed in one blow, so he continued to chase.

Li Changqing slashed out with his sword, the two confronted again, in just two breaths, the long sword in their hands had exchanged more than ten strokes, each move was sharp and extremely dangerous.

The blades of the sword intertwined sparks, and the sound of the sword resounded.

Swordsmen fight, between life and death, there is a distance of an inch, and sometimes, even a three-point penetration of the sword energy is enough to pierce the vitals of the heart, separating life and death.

"Drink!"

Xuan Jian shot angrily. As a generation of swordsmen, he abandoned the way of swords in his heart and became a sword slave. This is the lingering pain in his heart. He has already been aroused by Li Changqing.

With a roar in his mouth, Xuan Jian flew across the sky, his body twirled continuously, and the two swords, one black and one white, also twirled continuously, one move after another, each blow was as powerful as thunder, and each sword was extremely powerful.

Li Changqing swung his sword to block, the sound of 'dangdangdangdang' continued, sword energy surged, and thunderbolts fell one after another. His body kept retreating, retreating while facing the enemy.

"Very good." Li Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly.

Xuan Jian chased him angrily, and he was already far away from Bai Yifei. The two wanted to strike together, and it was impossible for the four swords to strike together.

However, Li Changqing's being forced to retreat was not part of the plan, but was actually killed by Xuan Jian and forced him to retreat one after another. With a sudden bump from his back, he hit the bookshelf in the corner of the hall, and the whole bookshelf shook violently.

Immediately, two sharp swords slashed down obliquely, and Li Changqing flashed with his light and agile body skills.

With a thrust, Xuan Jian's black and white swords slashed down obliquely, the sword marks penetrated more than three inches into the bookshelf, if he was too slow to dodge this sword, Li Changqing would either die or be injured.

Xuan Jian continued to chase and kill, relentlessly chasing him, his domineering sword energy was as fierce as fire, and he gave up his feminine sword moves. At this moment, he only wanted to kill Li Changqing with all his heart.

the other side

Yanling Ji's jade hand trembled, and the hairpin of Huoling turned into a long sword. With a long sword in each hand, she rushed out with raging flames, and took the initiative to attack Bai Yifei.

Graceful figure, graceful dancing in the fire, graceful posture, alluring the country and the city.

Bai Yifei said calmly, "For a beauty like you, I advise you not to play with fire."

Yan Lingji snorted coldly, her light blue watery eyes were sharp, she bullied herself and slashed down with long swords in both hands, the beauty's sword carried anger and disgust for Bai Yifei.

Bai Yifei stood indifferently, with the blood sword on his back in his left hand, and a white sword in his right hand to block.

'clank clank...'

Bai Yifei swung a sword with one hand, his feet were steady, and his body didn't move at all. With a very relaxed posture, he completely deciphered Yan Lingji's angry sword moves.

In the next moment, with a thought in Bai Yifei's mind, strands of ice spread and stretched out, strangling Yan Lingji.

The ice tendrils are condensed from thick black ice, and the body surface is covered with sharp ice shards. Each ice tendril is three to five meters long. The crazily growing ice tendrils strangle the target like a giant python.

Yanling Ji's graceful figure flew upside down, twitching one after another, her red dress fluttered, her slender and tough jade legs were full of texture and beauty, and her three thousand black hairs fluttered, dancing between the flames and the wind and frost.

At a certain moment, as soon as Yan Lingji stopped, Bai Yifei predicted in advance that an ice tendril bound her left foot, instantly restraining the beauty's ability to move.

Swish!
Bai Yifei, dressed in blood, flew over.

Li Changqing caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and his eyes froze.

Yan Lingji squatted, her eyes trembled slightly, and her face looked desperate. Bai Yifei's strength was far stronger than she imagined, and she couldn't even make ten moves.

Moreover, the other party obviously didn't use all their strength, it was more like playing with their prey with a relaxed attitude.

Whoosh!
A burst of radiant sword energy shattered the ice tendril on Yan Lingji's left foot, and she appeared on the stage dressed in black.

Seeing the person coming, Li Changqing's expression was slightly relieved.

Yan Lingji jumped up, quickly dodged to the side, and let out a long breath of relief.

Bai Yifei held two swords in his hands, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his tone was as cold as Xuanbing: "Quicksand, Wei Zhuang!"