Rebirth of Heavenly Reward

Seven days have passed, and Liang Jin and Qing Shuang finally ushered in this fateful duel.They looked at each other, looking at each other from a distance across a bottomless valley.

Qingshuang raised her wrist, calmly picked up Yueying, and said in a warm voice:

"Please."

She didn't say a word, and she didn't intend to show mercy.

Liang Jin stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes were deep, as if he had seen all kinds of human beings, love, hate, love and hatred.She stared at the beautiful woman in the distance who was as beautiful as a fallen fairy, facing the sword pointing at her, she smiled softly:

"Go ahead."

Before the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the mountains, and the branches and leaves of the old trees were circling and flying. The sound of rustling in the woods was endless. place.

The figures of the two disappeared at the same time, the gusts of wind howled in the valley, the sound of violent roaring in the air occasionally, and the crisp sound of metal and iron colliding resounded from time to time. Looking around, I saw occasional sparks splashing in the air, but there were no traces of these two people.

The Qingshuang sword is as powerful as the wind, and the sword moves are like a gust of wind and rain, and it implies thousands of changes. An authentic Zixiao sword art is sacrificed, and the Liangjin horizontal sword comes to block it, but the Qingshuang sword suddenly changes from a stab to a slash, hitting Liang directly. Brocade jaw, the sharpness of the sword is unstoppable.

Liang Jin held her breath and concentrated on each move, unleashing her spiritual sense without reservation, covering the battle circle in all directions, so as to make a correct response to Qing Shuang's sword move in time.

In just a short while, the two fought for thousands of rounds. Qingshuang calmly analyzed Liang Jin's defense, and accurately found the gaps in Liang Jin's sword moves among the ever-changing moves, and stabbed with her sword without hesitation!

Liang Jin's eyes were serious, and with a twist of the hilt, she held the sword against the side edge of Qingshuang's sword, and while swinging Qingshuang's sword away, she floated back two steps, avoiding Qingshuang and turned around with a sword.

The sword energy pierced Liangjin Liangjin's skirt, and opened a slit about an inch long in the front of her black robe.

Liang Jin pursed her lips tightly, and tentatively fought, she undoubtedly fell behind.

Qingshuang had already broken through to the Great Perfection of Yuanying at some point, and she had mastered all the excellent swordsmanship of Zixiao Palace. Although Liangjin had memorized many powerful swordsmanship in her mind, she had truly cultivated to the extreme, and it was applicable to her cultivation base at this moment. Yes, apart from the thirteen swords of truth and emptiness that were most commonly used in the previous life, it is the selfless Wuxin that has been passed down to Ling Fenghua in this life.

Wuxin is the sword of the heart, Qingshuang is ruthless, has no heart, and has no flaws. Liangjin's biggest killer move is useless to Qingshuang.

In terms of swordsmanship, Qingshuang far surpasses Liangjin, and Qingshuang's cultivation level is also more stable than Liangjin. Liangjin knew Qingshuang's swordsmanship in her previous life, but Qingshuang also has a deep understanding of Liangjin's swordsmanship. Jin's moves and routines are clear.

Liang Jin's heart was extremely heavy, and Qingshuang's speed was faster than hers. Every time she made a move, she could accurately find the weak point of her moves. Even if she tried her best to avoid the vital points, she still couldn't avoid suffering some flesh and blood.

Before she knew it, the sky was getting dark. There was a bloody wound on Liangjin's left and right arms, as well as on the side of her waist. The robe on her body was riddled with holes. He repelled vigorously, and after flying upside down for tens of feet, he managed to stabilize his figure.

From the beginning to the end, Liangjin was completely suppressed, and Qingshuang didn't give her any chance to fight back, not even a chance to make a move.

Liangjin's throat was dry, and she managed to stand still. In the next moment, a sharp sword blade slashed at her head. Liangjin turned over and rolled sideways for a foot, trying to avoid Qingshuang's thrust, but the corner of her clothes was cut off. A piece the size of a palm.

She gritted her teeth tightly, and while her face was solemn, there was an unconcealable shock in her eyes.

In her previous life, she was quite familiar with Qingshuang. She knew that Qingshuang was amazingly talented, but she had never fought against him. After all, this was the first time she had confronted Qingshuang head-on. She never thought that Qingshuang would bring her The pressure is comparable to the early stage of transformation!

She thinks that although her talent is not as good as Qingshuang, she is also rare in the world. She was unable to win against Qingshuang before because she was not strong enough, and her cultivation was too far behind her. Now her cultivation has finally caught up with Qingshuang, but she still There is no power to fight back.

Qingshuang is the real proud daughter of heaven.

Even though she is blessed with great opportunities and has noble people to help her, while Qingshuang only retreats in Zixiao Palace and has no external help, so there is still an insurmountable gap between Liangjin and Qingshuang.

"If you lose your mind again, you will be the ghost of my sword."

The cold and immortal voice carried a cold and ruthless killing intent, the cold sword edge came towards him, Liang Jin's heart skipped a beat, the Xingyao sword in his hand was hanging upside down, swung the sharp edge of the sword away, and took the opportunity to fight hard Jump, distanced himself from Qingshuang again.

Since the swordsmanship is no match, he had to borrow the power of the magic weapon.

No matter what, Liang Jin will defeat Qing Shuang, not to survive her sword, but to prevent her from ascending to the top of the sky!

Liang Jin's eyes were firm, and before Qingshuang's sword struck, she wiped the blood soaked from the wound on her waist with her free left hand, and immediately called out the dividing axis.

When the Qingshuang sword came, golden light radiated from the boundary axis, and countless sword qi lingered together, turning into a half-foot-thick sword curtain in front of Liangjin. The Qingshuang sword pierced into the sword curtain, and penetrated halfway , then no further progress.

Seeing that Liangjin had sacrificed to the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, Qingshuang clasped her left thumb and ring finger, recited the sword formula silently, a layer of azure light shone on the edge of the sword, and the moment the light came on, the moon shadow's edge was as sharp as cutting tofu. Jianmu's obstruction pointed directly at Liangjin's face.

The sword curtain was broken, and Liang Jin broke out in a cold sweat. Stepping on the void sword energy, she stepped back again and again, and at the same time turned her wrist, only to hear a ding sound, and the sword in Qingshuang's hand pierced Xingyao's sword precisely.

Liang Jin glides ten feet in the air, until she kicks her right foot backwards, breaking through ten sword qi in a row, and finally stops.

And Qingshuang's zhenqi rushed into Liangjin's body through the blade of the sword, causing her to churn non-stop, and her internal organs were already injured.

Liang Jin's throat sweetened, a streak of scarlet overflowed from the corner of her lips, she stared, bit the tip of her tongue violently, spewed blood from her mouth, blocked Qing Shuang's sight for a very short time, and then drank in a hoarse voice:

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

The Lingyun Sword Pavilion moved in response to the sound, and the sword energy spread, covering the land with a radius of hundreds of feet. Countless sword energy came from the void, drawing twisted phantoms, and rushed towards Qingshuang.

Qingshuang's sight was blocked by the blood mist sprayed out by Liang Jin, but her spiritual sense penetrated the blood mist and saw the sword shadows coming from the sky, Liang Jin's move had no reservations.

"The wind moves."

The red lips opened and closed, Qingshuang read a word in a low voice, and immediately made a tactic with one hand, and smashed the amulet jade around the waist with the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the gust of wind howled, centered on the place where Qingshuang stood, and spread rapidly, forming a spherical wind The wall, the sword shadow hit the wind wall, making a crisp sound of tinkling.

When the moves touched, the air waves rolled, Liang Jin's body was lifted by the wind, and the swirling air flow turned into countless sharp wind blades, which cut her body with countless bloody mouths.

Wan Jian's return to the sect lasted for nearly a stick of incense, and the battle circle was full of hustle and bustle, and the laws of space were slightly distorted, making it impossible to see clearly or sense the situation inside.But Liang Jin knew that Qingshuang would not be trapped by the moves, so as soon as she stabilized her body, she immediately returned with her sword.

"Zixiao Sword Art, the Demon Forbidden Formation!"

Qingshuang's cold and clear tone echoed in the sword formation of Lingyun Jiange. The Liangjin sword had not yet come out, and suddenly there was a dark purple light around her. Nine complicated runes hovered at her feet, and immediately practiced into a circle. Ring, a purple beam of light rose from the bottom, imprisoning Liang Jin within the beam of light.

Liang Jin's body seemed to be bound by silk threads that suddenly appeared in all directions, her limbs were emptied of strength, and the spiritual power flowing through her meridians could no longer move her muscles and bones, so she was trapped by the formation and lost her movement Power.

Qingshuang's figure slowly came out from the hustle and bustle, and the turbulent airflow rolled her clothes. Under the night, it was stained with a layer of brilliance.

She held Moon Shadow in her right hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, shaking off the smoke and dust on it. Even after a fierce battle, her clothes were still neat, but the whistling sword energy tore off her veil, so that under the veil, the Zhang Juemei's face was displayed in front of Liangjin.

Liang Jin's eyes were slightly closed, and she would die without regret if she could see this longing face again.

The battle just now had no effect on Qingshuang. There was faint sweat oozing from her forehead, her face was reddish, and several life-saving tricks in a row also consumed nearly [-]% of her spiritual power.

But Qingshuang's current situation is much better than Liangjin's.

The Forbidden Array is similar to a kind of spiritual spell, which cuts off Liang Jin's consciousness from controlling her body, thereby imprisoning her actions.

"The matter has come to this point, and the victory must have been decided."

Qingshuang walked up to Liang Jin, less than five steps away from Liang Jin, she raised the moon shadow in her hand, pointed the tip of her sword at Liang Jin, and stabbed the last sword.

But at this moment, Liang Jin's whole body was shaken, a cloud of blood burst out from her left forearm, and the meridian on her arm was severed, awakening consciousness with extreme pain, and immediately the essence and blood spontaneously ignited.

There was an embarrassing look in her eyes, she stared intently at Qingshuang's beautiful, beautiful but ruthless pupils, and resolutely stabbed out with a sword.

This sword shocking the dragon is the top-level unique skill "one sword enshrining the gods" from Wuji Tianxin's heart method, and it cannot be used unless it is in the realm of transforming gods.

Liang Jin has studied Wuji Tianxin for many years, comprehended the superficiality of this sword, she broke through the shackles for a short time at the price of spontaneous combustion of blood essence, and was finally able to use this move.

The blade of the sword has crossed the distance of five steps in an instant, Liang Jin saw the astonishment flashing in Qingshuang's eyes, but an uncontrollable sadness rose in her heart.

In a trance, the 200 years of the previous life washed through her heart like flowing water, and the kindness, resentment, love-hate entanglement in this life also turned into thousands of silhouettes, flowing through her eyes.

A drop of clear tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, flowed down her cheeks, and dripped on the blade pointed by Qingshuang, causing a slight crack.