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Qin Ling understood, got off his back, took two steps back, and stood beside him.

"Are you waiting for me?" Chu Tianxing said to the man in white.

"You know I'm waiting for you?" The man in white said slowly, his voice was low and hoarse.

Chu Tianxing thought for a while, and then gestured to Qin Ling.

Qin Ling took out her mobile phone, turned on the camera function, took a few steps back, found an angle, and brought Chu Tianxing and the man in white into the shot.

Chu Tianxing put his hands behind his back, and the hem of his coat moved automatically without wind, and said in a low, forceful, domineering tone:

"You, are you waiting for me?"

"..." The sleeve of the left hand of the man in white moved slightly, showing that he was not calm, but in order not to be at a disadvantage in the psychological game, he still said in a low and hoarse voice:

"You, know that I'm waiting for you?"

"You shouldn't be here." Chu Tianxing said flatly.

"?" The man in white was silent for a while: "Why?"

Tsk, there is no tacit understanding!The words are all wrong!

Chu Tianxing complained secretly, raised his chin slightly, and made mistakes:

"Are you sure?"

This kind of jumping dialogue made the man in white feel a little at a loss, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue.

But he soon realized that Chu Tianxing was using this strange way of dialogue to suppress him psychologically, trying to suppress his momentum and master the rhythm before he made a move.

At that moment, the man in white sneered:

"A mere quasi-grandmaster..."

Chu Tianxing interrupted him:

"You shouldn't have turned your back on me."

"?" The man in white asked, "Why?"

Chu Tianxing smiled proudly:

"If you choose to turn your back on me, then you will never have the chance to turn around and face me."

While recording the video, Qin Ling gave Chu Tianxing a thumbs-up: As expected of you, domineering!

"Arrogance!" The man in white snorted coldly: "You have no idea who you are facing! Even if I turn my back on you, I can take your head lightly!"

"Really?" Chu Tianxing raised his hand and shook it, and the Qinghong sword appeared in his palm out of nowhere, and then his figure floated lightly with a sudden cold wind, and drifted silently towards the man in white.

While drifting silently, he slowly stabbed out the long sword.

This sword is like when the wind blows, the ubiquitous and pervasive breeze, the indifferent and misty blue sword light is extremely gentle, without any killing intent, and there is not even the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air.

But the man in white didn't notice his movement at all, turned his back to him, and said proudly:

"Chu Tianxing, I know that you have killed the great master with your bare hands. But that great master is just a waste of middle-level level. I also know that you have killed two venerables of our religion. But the two of them, swordsmanship practitioners If you can't get home, you simply..."

puff!

The sword light hit the vest of the man in white, and the true energy of the body guard of the great master of true energy burst out in response, and a white air mask popped out suddenly, and stood in front of the sword light.

However, the indifferent and ethereal cyan sword light just trembled slightly, drawing a thin arc that seemed to directly express the true meaning of swordsmanship, and then it seemed to have found the weakest "shield door" on the protective air shield, With a puff, as if piercing through a piece of thin paper, it pierced through the protective air shield that could not be pierced by large-caliber artillery.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The man in white exclaimed, his figure leaping forward like lightning.

Although Chu Tianxing easily pierced his protective gas mask, he was still delayed by the gas mask for a moment.

And this moment of sluggishness was enough to make the man in white react and make evasive movements.

But the only evasion choice he can make is to do his best and rush forward.

Because that indifferent and misty cyan sword light hung above the vital point of his back, the deadly coldness made his scalp numb and his hair stood on end, as if it could directly pierce him in the next moment. The key point of the vital gate, smashing his internal organs.

The man in white tried his best to jump forward.

However, no matter how fast he was, Chu Tianxing stopped closely to him.

It seemed that there was an invisible thread connecting Chu Tianxing and the man in white.

No matter how tall the man in white was, Chu Tianxing could float behind him without leaving his feet.

That indifferent and misty cyan sword light was always like a maggot on the tarsus bone, tightly covering the life gate of the man in white, and never leaving it.

In an instant, the man in white had swept forward a hundred meters, and there was already a forest in front of him.

The man in white kept moving, gritted his teeth, hooked his fingers, and the long sword flew out of the sheath with a clang.

It is actually the art of controlling the sword, and it is still the art of controlling the sword that does not need to meditate, and the primordial spirit comes out of the body and attaches to the flying sword.

However, the man in white drew his sword out of its sheath, but did not attack Chu Tianxing behind him with a backhand.

Because Yujian attacked the target behind him in the opposite direction, the speed of his forward sweep would be pulled by the direction of the flying sword's attack, lagging for an instant.

Momentary lag may be insignificant in normal times.

But at this juncture of life and death, a little lag will be infinitely magnified, and the price paid may be the price of life.

So after the flying sword was unsheathed, the man in white didn't fight back, but pointed forward. The flying sword turned into a white light and shot towards the forest ahead.

This forward control of the sword also caused the man in white to be drawn by the aura of the flying sword, and his forward speed, which was already as fast as lightning, suddenly increased by [-]%.

Boom boom boom!

The flying sword pierced through the woods in front of it. Wherever it passed, the roots of the big trees were broken, the rocks were shattered into powder, and the bushes were turned into flying ash, creating a smooth path without any obstacles, so that the man in white could change direction without wasting speed. , rushed straight into the forest.

Boom boom boom!

The flying sword continued to stab with lightning, leaving a straight and white light trail in the air, moving forward indomitably in the forest, encountering wood and breaking wood, encountering rocks and broken stones.

Under the guidance of the flying sword, the speed of the white-clothed man continued to increase, and his forward speed became faster and faster.

But the people in white were not relieved by this.

My heart was cold instead.