Big brother is as beautiful as scum [Transmigration Book]

The buzzing sound of the long sword pulling out from the ground was the only sound in this world, and the flash of sword light refracted by the sword seemed to split the whole world in half.

The man in gray held the long sword in his hand and quickly started to dance.

That can't even be called swordsmanship.Every move is the most common chopping, chopping, stabbing, cutting, but every move can move the world.

The man in gray moved faster and faster, the tumbling and roaring sea of ​​clouds, the terrified split and collapsed earth, the three parties merged into one place, like a prelude to a shattered scene.

The movements of the man in gray were so fast that the naked eye could not distinguish them. Cang Qi closed his eyes intently, perceiving every move of the man in gray with his spiritual sense.

Different from the purely naked eye, the gray-clothed man locked by his spiritual consciousness, every movement of him can involve Cang Qi himself, just like the long sword of the gray-clothed man is not pointing at nothing, But himself.

As the moves became more and more fierce, the pain of being split and split in the consciousness became more and more obvious.

Finally, the gray-clothed man flashed his sword light, turned around, and stabbed directly at Cang Qi's position.

The pain on the soul is still going on, but Cang Qi doesn't see any surprise on his face, and even has a sense of relief that "it's finally here".

.........

The long sword was already full of cracks and gaps, as if it would fall apart in the next second and turn into a pile of dust.However, the two in the fight did not show any hesitation.Without hesitation, they fought together faster and harder.

The sound of Jin Ge screaming is endless, there is no sky, no land, there is only a tireless figure, and two horrible long swords that are about to be scrapped in the next second.

Jing Li didn't put the swords back into their sheaths, but gripped the two swords a little tighter.While walking forward, he was vigilant about his surroundings.A palm-sized red lotus floated in mid-air, and it was attached to Jing Li's side from time to time.

The shape of the phoenix head loomed among the lotus flowers. After witnessing Jing Li's continuous battles, the doubt in the phoenix's eyes increased rather than diminished. Is this the same kind?

The narrow path does not prevent intangible opponents from coming out from every corner, and welcomes the rare visitors.

Once again, Jing Li's brows twitched slightly as he was blocked again. The frequency of these guys appearing was much more frequent than when they first came in.

The figure in front of him opened and closed every move.Compared with swords, Jing Li felt that this person should be more suitable for practicing swords.Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the sword in the opponent's hand suddenly turned in a strange direction, and stabbed at his vest at a tricky angle.With a thought in Jing Li's mind, he held the sword in his left hand to block, but his right shoulder went numb, and a bone-piercing chill spread to all parts of his body.

He lowered his eyes in astonishment, and a bright red blood flower bloomed on his right shoulder, where the stamen was piercing the white and miserable sword tip.

Jing Li didn't have time to think about it, his body's subconscious reaction was faster than his brain's, he swiped away the murder weapon with his sword, turned around and jumped away, and fell to the side.

The figure of the other party swayed slightly, like a candlelight blown by the wind, standing in the middle of the road in half-light.After a while, he raised his sword and slashed at him again.

The shoulder injury was actually not serious.At least not the worst injury he's ever suffered.But Jing Li was at a loss as to how this injury came about - just now, he had clearly avoided it!

After a few rounds, seeing the sword of the person on the opposite side turn suddenly, and at another strange angle, Jing Li instinctively moved to meet him.

No, not right.

Jing Li stared at the long sword in the opponent's hand, and suddenly realized something.

It was the same just now, I protected my back, but my right shoulder was suddenly hit, but the opponent didn't use two swords like me, so where did the sword that stabbed me come from?

Thinking about it carefully, the sword in my left hand was indeed able to block the opponent's sword, but when I was injured and jumped away, was the sword that stabbed behind me really still there?The sword in the left hand, did you feel the presence of the opponent's sword?

Jing Li frowned, and controlled himself to look at the sword-holding hand that was about to block the opponent's stabbing, his strange-colored pupils were fixed on the sword in the opponent's hand, not only his physical eyes, but also his spiritual consciousness on it.

stare, stare...

Suddenly, Jing Li's eyes lit up, he tilted his head slightly, and slashed quickly and fiercely at the sword blade that appeared around his neck at some point.At the same time, the long sword in his left hand had pierced the opponent's forehead.

The opponent can stab himself, but he can't cause any substantial damage to the opponent who is a phantom of the soul.Looking at the phantom that dissipated into a puff of smoke under his sword, Jing Li sighed softly.

One phantom after another, all of them use swords, and their habits of moves are different, which makes Jing Li wonder if this is the ruins of some sword sect, or, this place is the buried place of some powerful sword cultivator. Boneland?

On the flat ground, there are a few sporadic fragments shining.

At this time, both Cang Qi and the man in gray had no swords in their hands.But the confrontation between the two did not stop because of this.

The tangible sword will be broken, but the invisible sword intent will never be obliterated.

Cang Qi stood opposite to the man in gray.

Both of them closed their eyes tightly and stood in place, motionless.Only the strong wind blows the hair and the hem of the clothes, but such movements have long been submerged in the turbulent waves above.

Two long swords condensed with sword intent struck above the heads of the two of them, making the sky dim and the earth dark.

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky rolls up and stretches out, and the earth under the feet merges and splits.As time passed, the two people standing there remained silent.

Two swords in mid-air, fighting tirelessly, don't care about the passage of time.

A day. A year. Or 100 years...

The blade of the gray long sword paused, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound, and a gray sword that was exactly the same as it was continuously split from its body.One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight... and so on, but in an instant, the world has disappeared from this world, replaced by a gray sword that covers the sky and blocks the sun.Condescending, pointing at the tip of the sword.

Except where the man in gray and Cang Qi were standing, all the places in this world were filled with long swords, leaving no room for breathing.

Cang Qi stood there, a huge silver-white sword rising slowly from behind him.Although the white giant sword is astonishing in its imposing manner, surrounded by the dense gray sword cloud, it is still a small point against it.

Countless sword blades aimed at Cang Qi, and the reflections reflected by the blades joined together, illuminating this tight space as if it were daytime.

A huge ball of white light swallowed everything, even the man in gray was melted into it.

The mighty sound of ten thousand swords blazing together made this world swallowed by the white light sphere a little bit more alive.

After an unknown amount of time, a tiny crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the cocoon-like light sphere. That insignificant trace was as insignificant as a speck of dust to this behemoth.

At some point, the sound of the sword cry disappeared.

In its place was another crisp crackling sound.

The tiny crack on the surface of the photosphere is constantly extending and expanding, like a tight and huge spider web.Although it was slow, it nibbled away the entire sphere bit by bit with an unstoppable momentum.

At the beginning, it was just some fragments peeling off; slowly, large pieces of the light wall began to disintegrate; finally, the entire light sphere began to collapse.

Those crystal fragments and fragments continuously fell from the sky, like a continuous snowfall.

The ground that had disappeared under the feet gradually took shape under the accumulation of those fragments and fragments.Stone monuments began to emerge from the ground one after another.And on each raised stone tablet, a figure emerged.Those figures are different, but they are doing the same thing.

Every figure was practicing a set of sword skills. When the last move was made, the figure also changed from translucent at the beginning to an extremely blurred shadow, turning into a white spot of light.

Those figures turned into dots of light one after another, flying towards the white-clothed sword cultivator standing in the middle of the ground.

Cang Qi still stood there unconsciously, but in his sea of ​​consciousness, there was another gorgeous galaxy.

Time began to turn again.

The sky above the head gradually turned into a light blue, and on the dry land, green grass and trees began to grow...

This world lacking vitality finally ushered in the emergence of creatures.

Two skylarks chirped and flew to Cang Qi's side, flapping their wings around him, and the crisp and melodious birdsong echoed cheerfully in this piece of land with the unique greenness of vegetation after the rain.

Cang Qi slowly opened his eyes.

A pure white flame that was incompatible with this greenery quietly bloomed not far in front of him.

The phantom of a golden giant sword hid in his body and disappeared.

Jing Li walked along the only passage, kept walking, kept walking.

He also couldn't remember how many people he had fought against along the way, how many times he had been injured, how many phantoms had turned into green smoke under his sword, and all he could do was to keep moving forward.

Finally, the road came to an end.

Jing Li raised his face and looked at the figures carved on the cliff.

He didn't look slowly, but he didn't take it all at a glance. After dismantling the last set of sword techniques in his mind, the words and graphics on the cliff disappeared.

The little fire lotus hovering beside him flew into the exposed entrance with a "swish", with a small bright red tail, drawing a beautiful and smooth trajectory in the air.

Jing Li followed Huofeng into the room, and without the latter's reminder, he spotted the white flame quietly floating in mid-air.

The fire phoenix flew around the white flame twice in doubt, with a rare uncertainty in its bright pupils, and tentatively touched the tongue of the flame, but the white flame was instantly extinguished.

Jing Li: "..."

Fire Phoenix: "..."