The Sword Dynasty

Chen Fuchen's chest violently rose and lowered, and the anger in his eyes burst out.

Looking at Chen Fuchen, who was too angry to control because of his challenge, Jing Liuli slowly raised her eyebrows and said, "No matter how much you value yourself, you must at least understand that you are not what you are in Changling now. If you even have a mentality I can’t adjust it. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay here for long.”

She is Jing Liuli.

The entire Great Qin Dynasty relied for a long time on one of the two recognized spiritual monsters, the default heir of Sword Sect Master Minshan, even though the manners were completely like Ding Ning’s maid, but there was a special power in his speech. Chen Fuchen could not help but breathe slightly. The anger actually disappeared most of the time, but the state of mind calmed down naturally.

In the following moment, Chen Fuchen's mouth burst out with a slight self-deprecating color, thinking that at this time, besides being self-sufficient enough to be proud of himself, it seemed that his identity was not much different from that of Ding Ning's maid.

For a moment, his state of mind was still a few minutes, just a breath, that is, his anger had disappeared, and the slight self-deprecation of the corners of his mouth was gone, and he turned into a full face.

"please."

He nodded abruptly at Jing Liuli, with his sword on his chest, but looking at Jing Liuli still standing still, he was a little puzzled and said in a deep voice, "What about your sword?"

Jing Liuli looked at him indifferently and said indifferently: "I will move the sword naturally when your sword comes out."

Looking at Jing Liuli's demeanor, Chen Fuchen didn't dare to underestimate his enemies, frowning slightly, and said, "Since that is the case, then I will have a sword."

As soon as the word "sword" started, he had already produced the sword.

... Countless sounds of air blasting from his hilt. The light gray hilt is connected to the still light gray sword body. When the word "sword" has not disappeared, this sword has The scabbard was completely detached, and there were many gray sword qi scattered on the tip of the sword, like dragging a long tassel.

It was at this moment that Chen Fuchen's palm was separated from the hilt.

The sword was free from his hand, but still following his will, moving according to the sword path he wanted.

This is the flying sword.

The light gray long sword turned upside down, like a gray comet tail spinning, sweeping towards Jingliu head-on.

The flying sword sword technique Chen Fuchen demonstrated at this moment was not too stunning, and there was not much difference from throwing the sword away at the moment of pulling the sword, but what made the surroundings scream was that his sword was out of the palm of his hand. While spinning out, the floating dust on the ground in front of him also floated up.

Previously, the dust was driven by the sword on his body, forming a dust sword shape across the center of the road, but at this time, the tip of this dust sword was turned around, facing the clean glass, and exuding real Sharp sword.

In the next moment, this dust sword will fly out, and it seems to be faster than his light gray flying sword.

The emergence of a sword and the formation of two swords that can be truly against the enemy at the same time, this is definitely a rare secret technique in the world!

Many onlookers were incredulously looking at Chen Jianchen of Shi Jian at this time. They couldn’t believe that this unknown boy could even exhibit such a sword move... They can be sure that such a sword move is the young talent of the entire Changling Jun, very few people can bear it.

No one thought that Ding Ning's maid could bear it.

However, at this moment, a change that was unexpected to everyone happened.

Jing Liuli reached out his hand.

There was no sword in her hand, and there was no sword light in her sleeves, but as her right hand stretched out straight, her fingertips were agitated, and that one would pierce her in the sky. The dust sword suddenly collapsed and turned into countless flying dust again.

What is even more shocking is that while these flying dust are collapsing, they are quietly accelerating backwards, and then faster and faster, dragging out a stream of white air in the air.

Each piece of floating dust has its own trajectory, forming a dust sword in a flash.

The tip of this dust sword is aimed at Chen Fuchen. Even the sword meaning is exactly the same as when Chen Fuchen began to cast the sword, but it became more powerful.

There was a crackle.

The space in front of Chen Fuchen seemed to be cut by this dust sword.

This dust sword reached Chen Fuchen's chest at an unimaginable speed.

At this time, Chen Fuchen's flying sword had just flew less than a foot away from his hand. It was impossible to stop this dust sword at all. Chen Fuchen was equivalent to empty hand!

Chen Fuchen's face was extremely pale. His eyes were full of shock and unbelievable emotions. In the flash of this electro-optical flint, his hands were instantly suitable, and all the real elements in his body showed no pity from the gap in his palms. Compressed into a blade, spray out thinly.

boom!

A dust burst in front of him.

The floating dust in the dust mass radiated flames one after another, like burning completely.

In a tsunami-like exclamation, Chen Fuchen's footing was unstable, and the whole body was shocked and flew backwards.

Jing Liuli's body didn't shake at all.

The moment Fang Caichen and Chen Fuchen collided, she seemed to have nothing to do with that sword.

Before the overflowing airflow reached her, she took a cold step forward, and then stretched her hand forward.

The handle of the light gray long sword that was spinning out of control fell into her hands.

Then the sword seemed to be her sword from beginning to end, without any resistance, following her castration, a sword was cut forward.

A crackling sound.

The dust that had just exploded and seemed to burn completely was cut in half by this sword.

A powerful sword qi directly crushed Chen Fuchen in front of him.

Chen Fuchen screamed loudly and pushed his hands forward again.

With a bang.

His body was directly fluttered to the ground. When the body and the ground violently collided, a circle of dust waves was sputtered.

Jing Liuli lowered her head slightly, and seemed not to look at it. She threw the sword out of her hand.

The light gray long sword fell in front of Chen Fusheng, who fell to the ground, inserted straight above the stone road, shaking slightly.

Chen Fusheng forcibly lifted his body from the ground and opened his mouth as if to say something. However, at this moment, the power of the iron-grey long sword swayed slightly, but it was like a wave on his chest.

He opened his mouth and could not make a sound, but a spit of blood spewed out of his mouth and sprayed the ground in front.

...

Jing Liuli didn't even have a pause for a moment, turned around and walked back to the carriage, only to be surrounded by exclamations, but at the same time became silent.

Many people rubbed their eyes, not only did not seem to see clearly, but also did not seem to understand.

It's just that even if they didn't see it clearly, they all clearly felt the power of this "maid".

"How could this be?"

Many practitioners looked at Jing Liuli's figure and were so shocked that their hands shuddered unconsciously.

This is not a gap in cultivation practice... but Jing Liuli did not use her sword at all, and she seemed to have no sword at all!

Dust sword first, then Chen Fuchen's saber.

Obviously Chen Fuchen made two swords out of one sword, but Jingliu first picked up his dust sword, and then took his saber.

With Chen Fuchen's sword defeating Chen Fuchen, Chen Fuchen didn't even have the ability to resist.

Who is this maid?

How can it be so strong!

"I understand what you mean."

In everyone's shocked and puzzled eyes, Jing Liuli bowed slightly to Ding Ning in the carriage and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "You don't let me wear a sword, don't want to Let me rely on my sword and force me to come up with more ways to fight the enemy, but I don't want me to develop some fixed habits."

Ding Ning nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "Some fixed thinking and habits are the biggest shackles that hinder practitioners."

The people around could not hear the conversation between Jing Liuli and Ding Ning, but everyone saw the movements and expressions of Jing Liuli and Ding Ning.

In the eyes of everyone, this is a very real and natural greeting for teachers and students.

So it was even harder for everyone to understand where a powerful maid like Ding Ning came from.

"This is an opportunity, sometimes Zheng Xiu doesn't need to care about the thoughts of these ordinary Changling people, but most people in Changling are ordinary people, and they can often help to promote many things."

Ding Ning said these words softly to Jing Liuli again.

Then he raised his head and saluted all the spectators still in the shocking streets, saying, "The palace girl with the surname Rong forced me to be unable to see the Xueyang Cave Master before the Minshan Sword Society. The results of the sword club forced me to run out of swords before the sword club began. Everyone commented. I want to challenge her openly. Does it make sense to fight with her?"

After finishing this sentence, he said nothing, and pointed to Jing Liuli to leave.

Because he knows that there is no need to say more details, just this kind of words is enough for these heard Changling people to hear the stories happening inside, and it is enough to let the things here today and the things that happened before the Minshan Jianhui spread to Every corner of Changling.