Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Li Changqing is here!
The moment he saw Li Changqing, Mo Ya and Bai Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment he saw Li Changqing, Lei Kuang and Liu Feng showed excitement.

The moment she saw Li Changqing, Honglian's love and trust were beyond words.

The moment Li Changqing appeared, everyone who knew him knew that they would not be defeated, absolutely not.

Han Wangan sensed the change in everyone's state of mind, looked curiously at the green shirt that fell from the sky, and asked, "Old Nine, is he Li Changqing, the rumored sword fairy in green shirt?"

Han Fei nodded and said, "Yes, Father."

Han Wangan said worriedly: "Ji Wuye is the strongest general in Korea for a hundred years, and he has entered the free zone for more than ten years. This Li Changqing seems to be only in his twenties. Can he beat Ji Wuye?"

Han Fei said to himself: "Father, don't worry, he will be fine."

Han Fei seemed to answer, and seemed to be talking to himself: "No matter when, no matter where, no matter how powerful the enemy Brother Li faces."

"As long as the sword is drawn, he never disappoints."

choke!
Li Changqing stood on the side of the sword box, the Feihong sword popped out, the sword body popped out, and the scabbard was still hidden in the sword box.

Ji Wuye held the knife handle in his hand, his knuckles creaked, his tone was cold, and he gritted his teeth: "Li, Chang, Qing!"

Li Changqing said calmly: "They are not qualified, but I am?"

Ji Wuye waved his long knife, the heavy eight-foot steel knife buzzed and trembled slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Okay, I heard that you are the strongest sword in quicksand, and the number one swordsman in the Korean Jianghu."

"Then today, I will let the old man learn your sword skills."

In the open-air square, Wan Lai was silent.

There are only two powerful air engines locked to each other.

One holds a knife and the other holds a sword.

Wearing a black armor and a blue shirt.

The two of them are gaining momentum, gaining momentum...

In Li Changqing's hand, the Feihong sword is beautiful in body, the body of the sword is like autumn water, three feet and three feet long, the sword energy is icy cold, the blade is sharp, and the sword light is dazzling.

In Ji Wuye's hand, there was an eight-foot gang knife, the black blade was branded with gold patterns, three feet one in length, the blade was slightly curved, the back of the blade was more than two inches thick, and the blade was sharp.

Buzz, buzz!
Almost at the same moment, the momentum of the two reached the sky.

Li Changqing's green shirt was swaying, his long hair was flying, and the flying rainbow sword was surrounded by wisps of innate qi. The qi burst out, and the power of the sword qi doubled.

Ji Wuye wore a red cloak and swayed, the strong aura spread from the inside to the outside, the eight-foot gang knife hummed and trembled slightly, and the heavy armor, thick lower plate, and burly body contained explosive power.

"drink!"

The two shouted at the same time, and flew out.

Ji Wuye stood up from the ground with both feet, and the stone slab on the ground was sunken for a radius of one zhang, leaving cracked footprints on both feet, a black light and shadow flashed, and a black long knife cut out.

Li Changqing is like a gust of wind, a gust of strong wind, like a frightened bird at a glance, and like a wandering dragon. In the blink of an eye, Li Changqing flew four or five feet in a straight line, and the Feihong Sword cut out head-on.

Swish!
With a wave of his right hand, Li Changqing slashed out with a sword from right to left. The sword energy pierced through the bones, the sword light was dazzling, and the slender sword body condensed the radiant true energy.

Swish!
Ji Wuye slashed the same blow, fighting against Li Changqing, his right hand slashed out from right to left, the saber aura was shining brightly, thick true qi surrounded the thick gang knife, and the aura of refining and transforming qi was at its peak.

In just an instant, the Feihong sword collided with the Bachigang knife.

clang!
The blade collided with the blade brazenly, and the moment the two collided, the radiant true energy intertwined in a ring, spread and exploded, and a ring of true energy turned into a wave of air and swept across a radius of ten feet in an instant.

Chi Chi... The Feihong Sword and the Bachi Gang Saber clashed, and sparks rubbed against the intertwined places. Li Changqing and Ji Wuye kept their postures leaning forward and their centers of gravity leaning forward.

Buzz, buzz!
The sword qi buzzed, and the sword qi pierced through the air.

The two people's limbs and skeletons wandered with waves of true energy, and the true energy was condensed on the sword.

The true energy is released, and the qi blade is released.Qi Blade and True Qi are intertwined, and the two different forces strangle and intertwine with each other, forming a cross-spiral storm of True Qi.

The true qi storm manifested, and the ground beneath the two of them cracked foot by foot, and the stone slabs with a radius of three feet shattered one after another, and the powerful air waves set off stone slabs one by one.

Li Changqing and Ji Wuye clashed swords, and the two looked at each other with a distance of one foot, staring at the same time.

Just from this blow, they knew that today would be a fierce battle.

At a certain moment, the two shouted at the same time: "Drink!"

With a shock of strong zhenqi, they each backed up about Zhang, the two of them leaned forward, and their feet slid along the ground for more than two Zhang.

Swish!Swish!
Almost at the same moment, the two rushed out again.

Li Changqing swept through the air, and the Feihong Sword slashed down from the sky. One person and one sword condensed the energy to the extreme, and the innate gossip Qiankun kung fu was activated to the extreme, and he slashed down with a single sword.

clang!
Ji Wuye held the saber in both hands, and blocked it from top to bottom. The moment the saber and sword collided, a strong wave of air spread.

Li Changqing's long sword was pressed down, the innate Qiankun Gong was endless, the sword energy was blessed by the kung fu, and a Tai Chi seal appeared out of thin air, very eye-catching and gorgeous.

Ji Wuye's feet slammed on the ground, and his knees were slightly bent.

"Drink!" Ji Wuye yelled loudly, raised his hands suddenly, and the body-protecting qi and internal energy zhenqi erupted at the same time, revealing the powerful strength of both internal and external cultivation.

Shocked by the strong air wave, Li Changqing flew upside down lightly.

Ji Wuye shouted loudly: "Kill!"

Li Changqing flew upside down and stopped for a moment, then leaned forward and flew out, his body turned into a wisp of green smoke, and stabbed straight out with a sword.

"Clearly..."

The two fought at close range again, swords and swords, murderous intentions intertwined, you come and go, every sword, every knife is the destructive power of a top master.

With a scoff, the Feihong sword cut half of Ji Wuye's shirt.

With a bang, the eight-foot gang knife hit Li Changqing's cheek and fell in the air, exploding three feet on the ground.

"Clang clang clang..."

This confrontation was no less exciting and dangerous than the battle of Zilanxuan a few months ago.

The bone-piercing sword energy bloomed, and the peripheral personnel felt bone-piercingly cold.

With a fierce sword qi, everyone knew that they would never be able to withstand such a sharp knife.

However, the confrontation between Li Changqing and Ji Wuye had already gone through more than a dozen rounds and more than 100 moves, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became.

Neither of them has reached the limit yet, and both of them are still gaining momentum.

Everyone knew that when they reached the limit, when they had finished accumulating momentum, the final kill would be truly earth-shattering and move the faces of gods and demons.

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A hundred steps away, on a palace wall, there are two graceful figures.

One rich, one hot.

Concubine Yan put her bare hands on her lower abdomen, her plump curves stood facing the wind, she was wearing a dark blue dress, shaped like a three-legged golden crow, and she wore a slender hairpin, her black hair hanging upside down like a waterfall.

Da Si Ming looked at the fierce battle in the distant square, and asked: "Master Dongjun went south to Korea, is it to watch this battle?"

Concubine Yanmei pursed her lips lightly, and her voice was as smooth as pearls: "Top masters are rare in Jianghu, and it is also rare for top masters to compete with each other. What's more, it is a life-and-death battle between top masters, which is rare in several years."

"Such a wonderful battle, how can I miss it."

Da Si Ming nodded and echoed: "That's true, these two people are both top-notch in strength. But..."

She paused, and said: "But in the hearts of my subordinates, Lord Dongjun is extremely talented, and you are the only one in the world who is qualified to become the Supreme Being of the Jianghu, surpassing all schools of thought."

Concubine Yan said lightly: "That's natural."

The next moment, Concubine Yan's complexion changed when she was watching the battle, her beautiful eyes lost her spirit and said: "This sword!"