Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Qianqing shook her head and remained silent.

The same sword technique of more than [-] strokes, Lin Zichu used the 'Kunqiao Immortal Sword', like a dragon entering the water, how smooth it is to use.

Also in the same time period, Qianqing practiced the sword technique more than twenty times, and the speed was getting slower and slower.Lin Zichu practiced for a full thirty times, and behaved calmly.

When rehearsing No.30 six more times, Lin Zichu couldn't help but stop swinging the sword. He paused, put the sword back into the scabbard, and turned to look at Qianqing.

Seeing that Qianqing was covered in sweat, although she tried her best not to open her mouth to breathe, her panting was rapid and her chest heaved violently.

Before reaching the Frozen Forest Wasteland, Qianqing used the Taifu Queyan sword, and couldn't hold it after a dozen moves.Coming here, running around day and night, and often competing with Lin Zichu, her physical fitness and arm strength have improved, so Qianqing can persist until now.

But now it's the limit, his arm is sore as if soaked in vinegar, as if he can't lift it anymore.

The sword also seemed too heavy, and Qianqing didn't make another move for a long time, maintaining a certain movement for a long time.

This time, Lin Zichu didn't mention changing the sword again, he just watched Qianqing for a while, then drew out the sword again and continued the practice.

Qianqing persisted for a while longer, moving downwards in sequence, making a few moves in a perfunctory manner.It's just that there was too much cold sweat on his palms, and when he raised the sword body upwards, he seemed to be unable to hold the sword, his palms were slippery, and Taifu's Yanjian lost his balance, facing Qianqing's face heavily. up and down.

Qian Qing clenched her teeth, suddenly used the spiritual power in her body, and forcibly grabbed the hilt of the sword with her arms.

A large amount of spiritual energy poured into the two arms, Qian Qing only felt that the two arms were swollen and sore, he shouted loudly, his arms trembled, and continued to practice.

The outline drawn by Jianfeng is not as smooth as before, even a little crooked...

At this moment, the old fairy Deng Lin shouted angrily, and the voice transmission came over, and it fell on Qianqing's ear like a thunderbolt.

"You kid messing around!" Lei Ting seemed to be furious, making Qian Qing's whole body tremble.

"Such a messy swordsmanship is not Xuanwu swordsmanship at all, and such a weak move is not a move created by Ben Shangxian at all."

The voice gritted his teeth, if Old Immortal Deng Lin could go down to the Forest of Broken Swords, he would probably be beaten to the bone.

He roared angrily: "At this level, even if you rehearse [-] times, the Immortal will not let you out."

These few words were like a slap in the face, Qian Qing was kneeling on the ground with one knee, holding the sword in her right hand, and the tip of the sword pierced the ground for support.

His back was straight, his chest seemed to explode, and his cheeks were flushed.

Qianqing was exhausted and ashamed, she turned to the sky and growled unwillingly.

He felt ashamed, because he had found that he cared too much about the number 'three thousand'.

When Elder Deng Lin asked Qianqing to practice three thousand times, he seemed to be mocking and unbelieving.Qianqing thought to herself, I will make you look good.With this kind of mentality, I feel that I have to practice the sword technique three thousand times no matter what.

In fact, as the old fairy Deng Lin said, such an inappropriate swordsmanship, let alone practiced [-] times, even [-] times, what's the use?

Qianqing caressed her right arm with her left hand, and used her spiritual power to soothe the pain in her arm.

He sat cross-legged in the broken sword, silent.

Because of her depressed mood, her eyelids drooped, Qianqing lowered her head deeply, unable to see what expression he had.

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing for a long time, but in the end he didn't come forward to comfort her.

At a time like this, saying one more comforting word would hurt Qianqing's self-esteem.

Lin Zichu didn't seem to notice it, and continued to practice his sword skills.

It's just that the speed is much slower than before, and the sword is not as brave and fierce as before.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Qing felt that her arm was not so uncomfortable, and stood up from the ground holding her sword.

He was blushed by old fairy Deng Lin's words, as if he couldn't stand up anymore.

But Qianqing forcibly endured, overcame the restlessness in her heart, and once again held the sword in her hand.

Taifu Queyan Sword is too heavy for a foundation-builder like Qianqing.

Anyone with a little sense would not choose this sword for practice.But Qianqing never thought of changing this sword and using other swords.

Qianqing took a long breath, and slowly continued to practice the Xuanwu sword technique.

The first time, the second time...

His movements were already slow, but now they became even slower.

This is not because Qian Qing is not familiar with the movements, in fact, he has already silently memorized the sword manual in his mind, and closed his eyes during the rehearsal, only sticking out his consciousness to observe the surroundings.

Gradually, Qianqing memorized the positions of the broken swords stuck in the ground all around, and he withdrew his consciousness again, continuing to reduce outside interference.

The sound of Lin Zichu's sword swing became extremely ear-piercing, Qianqing held her breath, even the sound of Lin Zichu's sword practice was blocked.

very quiet.It was quiet and dark.

Qianqing calmed down and put all her attention on this set of Xuanwu sword techniques.

There is a very strange feeling in my heart, Qianqing clearly only gestured this set of swordsmanship dozens of times, but it seems that she has a close connection with it at this moment.

He already knew the brilliance of this sword technique, and this time he had a deeper understanding.

The mystery is like the stars in the dark night, shining brightly.

Reflected in the dark, it is too obvious and dazzles people's eyes.

Qianqing was completely immersed in Xuanwu swordsmanship, reaching a state of ecstasy, he couldn't even feel the weight of Taifu Queyan sword.

only……

It's just that among the stars, there seems to be some places that are not satisfactory.

Qian Qing frowned, and tilted her head, seemingly puzzled.

Jian Feng, who was supposed to turn left, stopped in place hesitantly.

"Hmph," Old Fairy Deng Lin sat cross-legged on a jujube branch, his anger still lingering, and said ferociously, "The brat finally found out."

"Huh," Qian Qing thought puzzledly, "This Xuanwu Sword Art No. 18, why do you have to turn to the left? Isn't that... giving your waist to the opponent to attack?"

"No. The most obvious feature of Xuanwu swordsmanship is protection, and it will never leave such a big loophole."

Qianqing stopped the continuous movement and repeated it repeatedly, practicing Xuanwu sword method No. 18.

He fantasizes that he is in actual combat at this moment, if he encounters such a situation, what should he do?

In the blink of an eye, three or four countermeasures have been thought of.

It's just that Qianqing couldn't figure out for a while whether the person who created the Xuanwu swordsmanship was more inclined to that kind of plan.

His arm holding the sword couldn't support it, and it fell flat.

Qianqing raised her head upwards to transmit the voice, and said, "Old Immortal Deng Lin, why is your Xuanwu sword technique No. 18 so strange?"

Elder Deng Lin lay relaxed on the very thin jujube tree branches. Looking from a distance, his body seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

He held his right hand in the air, and soon, an orange-yellow gourd appeared in his hand.

Old Immortal Deng Lin pulled out the cork, poured the sour and fragrant wine in the bottle into his mouth, and said in a voice transmission leisurely:

"Stinky boy, think for yourself!"

Qianqing raised her eyebrows and remained silent.

His spirit was not as concentrated as before, and gradually felt that the sword in his hand was extremely heavy, so Qianqing lowered her hand to rest for a while.

Thinking about the three or four solutions I thought of, I hesitated and didn't know how to choose.

So what if you don't know the answer?

It's easy, just choose the one you like the most.

Qian Qing seemed to grasp something very important in a haze. At that time, he still couldn't tell what this feeling was, so he didn't think too much, but followed his own mind, turned around and said to Lin Zichu: .

"Brother, come here."

When Lin Zichu heard the words, he put down the Kunqiao Immortal Sword and walked over.

Qian Qing said: "How about you and I practice swordsmanship?"

He glanced at Qianqing's trembling arm, and said hesitantly, "It's not as good as tomorrow..."

The Taifu Quyan Sword was too heavy for Qianqing, and Lin Zichu was worried that Qianqing's arm would be strained by the weight.

Just as Qian Qing was about to speak, she suddenly heard Elder Deng Lin yelling: "Hurry up and fight him! Lin's son, you have to think clearly, don't delay your lover just because of a moment of pity."

Qian Qing said: "You interrupt everywhere!"

Elder Deng Lin was furious when he heard the words, and scolded Qian Qing.

But Lin Zichu was slightly taken aback because of the exhortation of old fairy Deng Lin just now, and fell into deep thought.

The old man said not to delay Ah Qing, did he mean...

Thinking of this, Lin Zichu suddenly raised the Kun Qiao sword with both hands.

The Kunqiao Immortal Sword in Lin Zichu's hand was as thick as two fingers, and it was black all over. After being infused with spiritual power, it turned into a snow-white and icy color.

After getting used to the Hanshu Sword, Lin Zichu used this Kunqiao Immortal Sword like a fish swimming into the water, very smoothly.

On the other hand, Qian Qing's Taifu Bianyan sword did not recognize its owner, and its weight was astonishing. Not only was it not easy to hold it in Qian Qing's hands, but Qian Qing's arms trembled from exhaustion.

Lin Zichu had the heart to give in, and left three points of leeway in the confrontation.

At the beginning, Qianqing's movements were slow and awkward, unable to keep up with Lin Zichu's rhythm.

Seeing this, Old Immortal Deng Lin was so angry that he jumped up and cursed.

But not long after, Qianqing's movements gradually became stable and smooth, and Lin Zichu had to take it seriously and exert all his strength.

Even the old fairy Deng Lin stopped speaking and looked down.

When Qianqing performed the No.18 pose, he suddenly opened his mouth and said to Lin Zichu: "Brother, attack my left waist."

The waist is the vital point of a monk. If it is seriously injured, it will kill off children and grandchildren, and even lose its life.

Lin Zichu really hesitated.However, he has great trust in Qianqing, and he also knows that he is protected by rigid armor.Lin Zichu only paused for a moment, and the icy tip of the Kunqiao Immortal Sword rushed towards Qianqing's left waist.

But seeing a white light flashing in front of his eyes, Lin Zichu's sword power stopped involuntarily, like a sword moving like a sword, for some reason it suddenly seemed a little stagnant, as if it was entangled in a spider's web.

Lin Zichu counterattacked without shrinking the tip of his sword, and used the 'Yushu Qiongzhi' move in the Frozen Sword Art, the sword body trembled like heavy snow pressing on the branches, the branches were strong and indomitable.

Qianqing's right foot formed a circle on the ground, Taifu's Queyan sword met Kunqiao's fairy sword, and leaped backwards with the strength.

After the toe of the left foot covered the ground, the body leaned forward sharply, and quickly ran towards Lin Zichu again.

"Good come."

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing, raised his right hand obliquely upwards, pointed the tip of the sword upwards, and slashed heavily.

The endless killing coldness, as if condensed into substance, wrapped around Lin Zichu's side, forming a transparent ice barrier.

The Taifu Quyan sword in Qianqing's hand, feeling such a strong will, the blade made a sharp sound of excitement.

Queyan Erhe, who was sleeping in the dantian, spread his wings and cried, raging fire, showing high fighting spirit, and blatantly faced Lin Zichu.

When the two peerless famous swords collided, time and space seemed to freeze.

In the next moment, invisible air waves swayed in all directions, falling earth and flying rocks inside and outside the radius.

The broken sword stuck in the soil buzzed and trembled as it was rushed by the air current, making a piercing sound.

Qianqing panted heavily, staring into Lin Zichu's eyes in the dark...